As the Villain, I Have a Persuasion System Chapter 319 : Deploying for the Final Battle

Except for the special case of Puppet Show, strongest magics change nearly every era, most tis never fully assembling.

Even phenona occur where a type never produces strongest magic in the current generation.

Great Disaster Beasts experiencing countless years understand this chanism best.

Because it judges not "you're strongest in causality so you count"—actually even if Jin Ruochu accidentally perished, Love and Hate might not reach strongest realm. Most likely an entire era lacks "causality strongest" directly vacant.

This is very strict.

Must produce one "Magical Girl perfectly matching that magic type reaching pinnacle" to deserve being called strongest—they control magic creating their own miracles.

Such heaven-blessed talent is actually eight full, unified under Hyacinth's command.

Shouldn't appear, absolutely shouldn't.

"...Originally I thought Lilith's fate line convergence caused this, but seeing you I confird it. Hyacinth, you're most threatening—you can unite miracle-bearing races. You must die."

Even Great Disaster Beasts can't ignore rising gifted Magical Girl groups.

It truly can't guarantee that the Great Catastrophe will kill everyone. Living example Anemone stands right there—what if these geniuses continue with unified will under Hyacinth? Generation after generation like fairies becoming firm fighters, troubling endlessly?

What personality charm can control all this? Who can unify all the strongest magic holders? Fate's signals are so intense...

"You sense it?"

Hibiscus smiles faintly, pointing at her temple.

"At your possibly world-strongest realm, you probably don't care about enemies anymore? Only fear fate. I'll clear your confusion—don't worry, I'm not so fate-summoned death specter. I'm just , the one who'll kill you."

Just as words fade, seven Withering Stage Magical Girls' intimidation jointly suppresses downward. It imdiately prostrates on ground.

re remote-controlled puppet can't resist so many Withering Stage—completely powerless prostration, simply humiliation, self-respect can't accept.

Furious dragon continuously roars summoning thunder, but useless. Lunar surface thunder crashes while distant base personnel tremble—feeling like walking through death's gates.

"Have guts, don't gang up."

"When haven't you sward over overwhelmingly? Have guts, don't manipulate Great Catastrophe energy tides." Hibiscus coldly retorts.

"Very good, then war ans using everything. Don't expect this bait working!"

"It's going to detonate Saint Dragon claws, careful—"

Sure enough, Great Disaster Beast's entire body rises with terrifying intimidation, all gathering on that massive violating arm.

Years of experience made Pollution Saint Dragon understand beforehand this bait's open sche—indeed can't resist Disaster Beasts' devouring instincts, but it can completely destroy targets while testing Magical Girls, gaining decent harvests.

"Damn!"

It seems sensing sothing, looking up cursing angrily, but nothing cos in ti. Next mont, world only has slowly flowing silver sand—complete silence.

Magical Girls exchange glances feeling novelty—Hibiscus maximally catalyzes hair growth, simply ten thousand strands down distributing to everyone, thus avoiding pause effects.

But they have at most 35 seconds.

Since the Great Disaster Beast cares, this plan is feasible—key lies in preventing self-destruction.

"Everyone use maximum restraint skills. I'll handle completely cutting this thing off."

After Hibiscus's command, companions heavily suppress targets ensuring complete immobility, while she uses Origin condensed into blade cutting at arm joints.

Hard enough!

Feels like knife cutting diamond surface—imaginable Disaster Beast first combat power's terror. Main body only more exaggerated.

No ti to think more—now she infuses all magic power at one point. Sword tears scales touching flesh, easily decomposing. Mighty Great Disaster Beast flesh can't withstand such offense—indeed separating from blood-generated body.

Simultaneously pause ends, flow rates return normal.

Unsurprisingly, losing excess flesh as signal amplifiers and switches, the arm quiets—no longer self-destructing.

Conversely, currently displayed vitality only makes Disaster Beasts more eager.

Even separated from arms doesn't prevent this flesh attempting connection, but coincidentally trips—Jin Ruochu's misfortune perfectly tid. The arm already collected by Peony into different space, guaranteeing no aura leakage or contact.

"Not finished yet."

Suddenly remaining flesh actually spreads wings flying skyward, opening bloody mouth brewing deadly breath—pollution-laden energy aiming at Planet Gaia direction.

But one power moves faster—Spaceti Exile's galactic scenery, crossed star tracks annihilate flesh like eraser deletion.

One encounter and its lower half disappears—naturally impossible launching sufficient attacks.

"...Really good. Always fighting that Lilith gets tiring—finally sothing fresh. Hyacinth, perhaps you'll survive Great Catastrophe, struggling eternally through long eras."

"No, I'll kill you, ending everything."

"Boastful. You arrogantly manipulate ti yet don't understand its thickness. I'll make you learn to be a complete failure."

Leaving this curse, it completely disappears, destroyed in spaceti exile. This energy continues unabated crossing lunar surface through starry sky, passing Ring of Levitation space station.

Like fireworks.

If only defeating real Great Disaster Beasts were so good? People think unanimously—but too much to hope. Brief combat displayed power beyond ordinary, superior to current Magical Girls, casting shadows on approaching decisive battle.

"Finished? Everyone alright?"

Dust-covered Holy City Association group led by Pope reaches battle center, while Peony also releases Saint Dragon claws—can't suppress anymore.

eting eyes is clearly one claw, continuously growing.

Great Disaster Beast flesh loses seals, self-transforming to match main body degree—actually like mountain ranges, sharp scale points are peaks, thunder lingering above, reaching space, long echoing—imaginable main body's magnificence.

Simply this volu suffices making most attacks dissipate formlessly, hard shaking overall.

Though Salvation Church won, no one feels happy—witnessing greatest enemy's tip of iceberg only increases pressure.

"We're fine."

Hibiscus seriously says: "Since we got things, let's clean battlefield. Worst case, bases here might need leaving seeds like previous eras."

Lunar base now deeply buried under dust.

No help—various combat firepower too exaggerated, every strike brings storms, white sand dust covering all tall buildings.

Blessings and misfortunes intertwined.

Thanks to their buffering shock waves, otherwise who knows what happens? More bad than good. Because bases contain plenty explosives plus dangerous relics—if releasing together, might blast everyone skyward.

Pope issues series commands: "Clear all dust, first enter checking precision instrunts."

"Restore communications, have Ring of Levitation space station transport supplies and engineering equipnt, faster the better. Must repair damaged ruins sites—they're dangerous."

"—No, at least they won't produce pollution anymore."

Hibiscus points remotely—cavern depths' pollution-symbolizing gray-black magic power rapidly recedes, lightning-fast rging into this cosmos, no longer threatening.

Saint Dragon claws themselves already under multiple Withering Stage Magical Girls' control, firmly suppressing pollution abilities.

We're safe—temporarily.

Losing Great Disaster Beast backing instigation, cavern ruins site interiors finally settle down—unlike before frequently exploding infection storms, now finally peaceful, also good news. Otherwise Holy City Association must maintain massive manpower and resources monitoring and cleaning—now unnecessary.

"Thank you so much. So I can understand the plan advances further?"

"Might still be insufficient—it plus Tree Seed Source might attract Disaster Beasts' attention. Most variable step is force division."

"I know war changes instantly, more trusting your power."

"Rest assured, at least we grasped a thread of fate."

Hibiscus differs from slightly low companions—after truly experiencing Pollution Saint Dragon's power, she gained further confidence. Right, beyond Withering exists—that wholehearted sublimation level.

Probably Great Disaster Beasts and Fairy Queen already took half-steps, forming completely different life forms. Then correct—long-held speculation right.

"...Seeing you so spirited relieves sowhat. But ultimately, current conflict levels are beyond our intervention. So Lord Hyacinth, Ancient Holy Relics will withdraw from frontlines focusing on logistics."

"You're certain?"

Smart people know maintaining frontline power's weight on power ratios.

Are they willing abandoning future influence?

"Nothing special planned. I just feel this belongs to young people's active era—better withdraw early. Also, hope you can attend Mister Bull's statent conference, letting everyone understand decisive battle approaches."

"This will cause panic."

"Better than dying ignorantly. Just use these Saint Dragon claws proving what enemies we'll face."

"If you also think it's necessary, I don't mind revealing so intelligence." Thinking it over, Hibiscus considers creating the final atmosphere also important.

Actually after King's death, Pope had retirent thoughts—just finally opportunities for practice.

Hibiscus doesn't obstruct, nodding agreent. Then nothing more to discuss—after all, not participating decisive battle deploynts, nothing to communicate. Indeed, Ancient Holy Relics can't intervene.

She breathes deeply, strolling toward huge dragon claws. Under light, gleaming brilliantly—doesn't look like world's greatest evil existence.

Ultimate flesh.

Even Erina very approvingly takes sketch pad copying, drawing settings on that thing, then painting above—what nesting behavior.

"Aura sealing all set." Peony seriously says: "Best thod for teleporting to World Tree Realm is through Hermit Island, so let's return first."

"Of course, so things need explaining."

The group smoothly returns to Hermit Island base—this will also beco eting site.

Magical Girls can deploy at headquarters, first contacting fairies, confirming plan feasibility—even Queen Lilith expresses support. Then nothing to hesitate—imdiately begin action. Before this, Planet Gaia must stabilize situations.

Hibiscus conveys combat preparation orders—most Fruition Stage Magical Girls and Withering Stage must participate. As for holand defense, actually unimportant.

Guard what?

Worst case, trade hos with you—doesn't matter. Real enemy always Great Catastrophe—not stopping doomsday ans complete doom.

Managent Bureau responsible Elsa handles detailed work:

Hermit Island holand personnel must maintain self-operation awaiting results, while Blooming Stage Magical Girls stay here handling infected bodies and scattered Disaster Beast threats...

Under Pope's operations, representing Allied Forces' Bull and Croft successively arrive, naturally including regional garrison commanders—they suffice deciding world's future destiny directions.

Hermit Island outer sea reef airport.

Bull stepping off private plane gazes at distant land edges—from afar, several more landmark buildings reaching sky, designer Manjusaka as always loving various wonder buildings, personal style branded on world's first transcendent organization's stronghold.

"Last ti was after Fallen Zone battle, right? Didn't expect so fast—still, too much happened?"

He murmurs, like filled with world anxiety.

Even reaching Bull's power pinnacle still worries about future—precisely because contacting too much information, confirming precariousness.

Croft follows steps gazing together: "That huge arm cos from Pollution Saint Dragon? Legendary Great Disaster Beast—indeed exaggerated."

Too big.

From body proportions, probably comparable to Ring of Levitation space station or larger.

"Since Magical Girls dare fighting life-and-death with such things, should have so confidence. At least perford well in Hermit Island attack-defense, lunar battles—not necessarily losing to it."

"Who knows? Our eyesight isn't enough. Speaking of which, who'd you assign rcenary alliance responsibility? Heard it restructured for convenience..."

"Of course I'm responsible."

Long-unseen Pasha waves greetings—indeed no one better at multitasking.

Restarting rcenary alliance frequent actions because regular military can't manage, plus stuffing personnel into underground shelter inevitably causes casualties—soone must take bla. rcenaries beco best choice.

Everything for doomsday—yet how much distortion? Those involved understand must end quickly.

Simultaneously other high-levels also arrive one by one. Holy City Association naturally led by Pope—this ti unprecedentedly bringing Sleeping Beauty to surface.

"Too dangerous?" Croft asks.

"I want her to have the final chance to see this world."

After this statent, what can they say?