Chapter 450
If a Magic girl with slightly weaker magical Magic Power hears its voice, she will immediately go mad.
Kazama Kiriori completely ignored her words and immediately walked towards it.
This Monster the Black Goat for a moment, but it continued speaking---
This time, your opponents are all the remaining Black Death Cult.
In other words, the remaining Black Death Cult who hadn't appeared before were all here. They were all waiting for the Magic girls to arrive, but unexpectedly, only Kazama Kiriori there.
[Although you Magic girls seem to have found a way to prevent the Snake-Type Magic from being absorbed, it probably won't last long, right?]
[In other words, even fighting against two of us was extremely difficult.]
The remaining Black Death Cult are all pure combatants.
This is absolutely incomparable to the previous Snowy Owl Black Death Cult and Mirage Dragon Black Death Cult.
They were waiting in a room further back, and as soon as Kazama Kiriori confronted them, she would be torn to pieces.
However, Kazama Kiriori's behavior was very strange. She was not moved at all by the words of the Black Goat Black Death Cult, but continued to move forward and even took out the jet-black Ace Crystal.
[Ace? What's the use of just that Crystal? It won't turn into Phantom Wind. Why not take out the other Crystal?]
As the most skilled in Magic Spell among the Black Death Cult, the Black Goat Black Death Cult has a profound understanding of Phantom Wind.
Therefore, it didn't understand why Kazama Kiriori only took out one Crystal.
Kazama Kiriori finally spoke--
"This is enough."
[... Is that really rude, or is it just incredibly arrogant?]
The Black Goat reluctantly disappeared into the shadows.
It vanished before Kazama Kiriori's eyes.
At the same time, the shadow beneath Kazama Kiriori's feet twisted, the darkness began to writhe, and tentacles made of shadowy figures suddenly emerged from the ground.
Eyes opened on those tentacles, and the figure of the Black Goat suddenly appeared before Kazama Kiriori.
It opened its large mouth, full of molars:
[Hmm? You haven't transformed yet? Then don't even think about transforming anymore. Just die here with your fragile mortal body.]
It hadn't expected that the Magic girl, Kazama Kiriori, would be so foolish as to not transform even after seeing it for so long. Did she really think it would wait for her to transform before starting the battle?
Therefore, given Kazama Kiriori's ordinary strength and reaction speed, she shouldn't even think about transforming.
It swung its tentacles directly at Kazama Kiriori, intending to break her arm or even tear it apart and throw her away.
Kazama Kiriori didn't have time to transform at that moment.
The Black Goat is about to get ready to enjoy the girl's screams.
But the result puzzled it.
[...]
[... What?]
The force of the tentacles easily tore the clothes on Kazama Kiriori's arms, making her already tattered outfit even more miserable.
However, Kazama Kiriori's own arm showed no reaction.
It simply cannot understand why.
It didn't even have time to think.
The next moment, it felt that the mouth that had just spoken could no longer open, because one of its protruding goat necks was directly grabbed by a delicate, fair hand.
Yes, we caught it.
"Really? This time it's the real body! That's great!"
It heard Kazama Kiriori's voice, devoid of any emotion.
Those thin, mortal arms possessed a strength beyond human capabilities, and no matter how the Black Goat tried to pry them with its tentacles, it couldn't break free.
Finally, recovering from the shock, the Black Goat's tone became unusually hesitant, and it spoke through its other mouth—
[How could this be? When did your body become like this...?]
It began to notice that Kazama Kiriori's current Magic Power was completely different from that of a normal Magic girl.
It's almost like... its Magic Power, just like that of the other Black Death Cult.
But it was too late for it to finish speaking.
Kazama Kiriori picked up the dark Crystal, but instead of putting it into the Magic Armament.
Instead, it was absorbed into the body.
In that brief moment, the girl muttered to herself:
"That should make it a stronger type, right?"
In the Black Goat's eyes, the penetrating darkness of Wind System Magic Power transformed into ominous lightning and the gleam of blood iron, emanating from that person.
The girl's hands had changed; they were now covered in dark, rusty nail polish, sharp and cold.
Meanwhile, in the room where the remaining Black Death Cult were waiting...
There are three Black Death Cult here, each with a unique and dangerous appearance.
They, like the Black Goat, were waiting for the Magic girl to arrive.
At this point, some people sensed that something was wrong.
[The Black Goat just said he was going to greet the arriving Magic girl, but there's still no sign of it?]
The Black Death Cult's voice was cold and ethereal, as if striking crystal.
Just then, another wolf-like Black Death Cult sensed something.
[This Magic Power aura... is it really Magic girl? Or more like... Black Death Cult I've never seen before.]
Black Death Cult?
This is utterly baffling.
The remaining one, every move it makes is accompanied by heart-stopping thunder and lightning.
Normally it's either as still as a statue or goes on a rampage, destroying everything around it. But now, it opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a cloud of white vapor filled with the smell of burning and arcing electricity.
[Like me... Wind System Black Death Cult.]
The three Black Death Cult were all puzzled.
Just as they were about to make their next move, something unexpected happened: a loud, deafening roar cut off all their actions.
They saw the thick, hard tree wall inside the room instantly pierced through, creating a huge opening. One of their acquaintances was blasted in by the explosion and crashed heavily against the tree wall at the other end of the room.
Smoke filled the air, and surging, dark Magic Power emanated from it like the shadow of death.
An indescribable aura instantly filled the area.
That was Magic Power as sharp and piercing as a blade.
Then, an ominous, alien humanoid figure slowly stepped into the ruins through the breach.
Those were rather elegant and chilling footsteps, like iron cavalry on a battlefield.
Where the horse's hooves trod, a dark light flashed like the edge of a sword.
Before the Black Death Cult appeared a Black Death Cult resembled a centaur.
Its theme is Pegasus, which is the prototype of the Ace Crystal.
More often than not, this Black Death Cult is clad in dark armor, and instead of the usual Monster mask, he wears a knight's mask adorned with dark winged pegasi.
It wielded an exaggeratedly large spear, crackling with rust-colored arcs of electricity, like spreading bloodlust.
At that moment, the Black Death Cult realized that this fellow Black Death was actually the mortal enemy they were meant to face.
The Magic girl appeared at that moment in the form of a Pegasus and a knight---
[Luckily, there was no one else around, so we didn't waste any time.]
Her voice also became cold and hoarse.
The Broken Wing centaur knight raised his black iron lance. Sharp, dark, and rusty Magic Power gathered at the tip of the lance, then rapidly expanded in a few moments, instantly engulfing the Black Death Cult's vision.
Four iron hooves stomp forward.
And, to put it simply:
[Don't block my way, not even for a second, just disappear.]
Chapter 201 The Knight with Broken Wing and Blackened Wings
Before becoming Sacred Domain, Magic girls are just like ordinary people, with Monster living deep inside them, nourished by their own desires.
If a Magic girl cannot accept and transcend her own inner self, she may be devoured and replaced by her own Monster, just like Color Feather did in the past.
However Color Feather, I suspect that this is just her nature, rather than the work of Monster.
But when a Magic girl loses control of her own heart and becomes lost in her own desires, the power she possesses may also be another form of herself.
Kazama Kiriori is different from Color Feather.
She never lost to her own inner strength from the very beginning, and successfully became Sacred Domain. From then on, the Monster within her merged into the Crystal, becoming a power that she could control and that would not affect her sanity.
The same applies to the other Magic girls in the Sacred Domain.
But there were indeed moments when she felt that perhaps the power of Magic girl alone could not solve everything.
Two years ago, when facing the Chameleon's final form— the Rainbow Snake Black Death Cult — Kazama Kiriori had seriously considered this issue.
Later, after she learned the true nature of the Chameleon, she re-examined it.
If Color Feather gained such great power simply by becoming Monster, then if Kazama Kiriori were to transform herself, she should be able to become something even more powerful.
That's not a good thing.
However, it's not an option that should be completely rejected.
[So this is what it feels like to Monster?]
Now, the voices emanating from Kazama Kiriori, like those of the other Monster, have become layered.
She examined her hands, which were now back in black armor.
Although both are full of power, it feels completely different from being a Magic girl.
This feeling wasn't pleasant at all, and she didn't want it to last long.
At this moment, judging from the explosion that Kazama Kiriori had just released, the other Black Death Cult did not seem to have been defeated so easily.
As the smoke cleared, a rainbow-colored crystalline light was revealed inside.
It was a Black Death Cult, his body covered in Crystal, his form thick and hard.
[Wait, is this kind of being... Phantom Wind?]
It looked at the unfamiliar Centaur Black Death Cult before it.
Wind System Black Death Cult are actually very rare.
The black-clad knight before them vaguely resembled the ace form of Ace Phantom Wind.
Then Kazama Kiriori looked at it again.
According to the information I got from Takanashi, if I remember correctly, this Black Death Cult is named Crystal Armor, and he's a troublesome guy who excels at absorbing and reflecting attacks.
Now, it created a crystal Barrier, protecting the other Black Death Cult.
[Hmm, but can it still be called Phantom Wind like this?]
Kazama Kiriori to herself.
She absorbed her Ace Crystal and became like this.
Now, without a doubt, she has succeeded.
Like Color Feather.