Strange Brothers

The Saint King couldn't help but ask this question, looking at the explosive smoke rising into the sky and the enormous crater that appeared on the flat ground.

Cong Yu remained calm in the face of Saint King's questions.

Such power was nothing to the two of them...

However, Cong Yu also knew where the Saint King's shock came from... This kind of destructive power should not be wielded by a magical girl.

That's roughly the thinking.

"What are you referring to? Is it the magical girl's 'clone' or the one that triggered this 'explosion'?"

At Cong Yu's counter-question, Saint King paused for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "They all exist... Do you know about that?"

Without a doubt, that is indeed the case.

"The clone you see, the one that feels exactly like the original, is a technique called 'Replica Phantom'."

Cong Yu began by briefly outlining the principle of the technique. "You can think of it as creating a copy that possesses a small portion of your own power."

A clone... wait, what?

As the Saint King blinked, observing the battle, Cong Yu began explaining the explosion again, "And the high-powered explosion is a technique called [Source Severance - Radiance]."

"In principle, it is a non-cost spell that can intercept magical energy from other places, from the body or the outside world, and turn it into a detonation source."

"The destructive power you see is the result of intercepting the dissipated magic power in advance, so its power is naturally great... because there is no need to worry about the consumption of magic power."

"However, it will put a huge burden on the body."

As she spoke, Cong Yu watched as the two magical girls, after splitting into "phantoms," threw their phantoms at the "King of Binding" like bombs... and watched as the phantoms exploded with a tremendous roar.

So that's why these people are so desperate to obtain the technique of "Replica Phantom"... Is there really such a combo?

Sometimes, Cong Yu really has to admire the creativity of magical girls.

Because they are weak, they try their best to achieve what only the strong can do.

As Cong Yu rested her chin on her hand, watching "King of Binding" being blasted into the sky, Saint King pondered for a moment, "Indeed, I can see that it carries a considerable burden."

After all, those two magical girls were covered in countless cracks and wounds, and blood was gushing out.

Moreover, the sound of their heartbeats and breathing could be heard even by Cong Yu and Saint King, who were sitting far away.

"Knock knock knock".

"Huffing and puffing."

It feels like these two magical girls' hearts might explode at any moment... They're operating their magic at an excessive rate.

And the pain was so intense that even their pupils were trembling.

"..." That's terrible... Cong Yu can say is terrible.

However, perhaps this is what is meant by "crooked and unorthodox" techniques... Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration and a derogatory term.

To be precise, in order to achieve certain goals, they are forcibly elevating their power to a level that does not belong to them.

If it were Yaochuan Guang, he could probably resolve a quarter of the "Tao Shuyuefa with an easier approach.

But not everyone is Yaochuan Guang.

And to really say that Yaochuan Guang a magical girl feels a little awkward... it might be a bit too much of a stretch.

"Boom!!!!!"

In the explosion of the suicide bomber, "King of Binding" was once again thrown high into the air by the shockwave.

However, this time he had reacted, nocking an arrow in mid-air and aiming it into the smoke and dust of the explosion... The magic that spread in all directions accurately pinpointed the location of the two magical girls.

Then...

A sharp and decisive arrow flew towards their position.

"Call out!!!"

Like a shooting star

A beam of light shot out instantly, the shockwave dispersing all the smoke and dust...

The flying magic arrows sliced across the earth, leaving furrows in their wake. Dust and pebbles flew into the air.

Then...

"Do do do!!!"

The arrow pierced through the four imploding phantoms... The arrow's trajectory was thus deflected, and it flew straight towards Cong Yu, who was watching the show.

Cong Yu, neither dodging nor avoiding, made no reaction.

Finally, the arrow struck the small tail of the "Jormungandr Train" that peeked out from the air, leaving a faint white mark on its scales.

"Ugh... cough!"

Eileen Grenor, who had created a phantom to block the attack, almost collapsed to her knees... and she truly did fall.

He was injured entirely by his own technique.

Neither Semaiebo nor Erin Grenouille were in good condition at the moment, but there was no need to continue fighting.

Because "King of Binding" was really blown up.

A quarter of the king's power was wiped out, and although it was only a quarter, it was destroyed by two magical girls with no special abilities...

This is already a remarkable feat.

It could probably be used to brag about for a year...

However, it was still far from true liberation.

"Wow, that's amazing."

"Binding Pact" said this, looking at the scattered "existence" that had returned to her body, and sighed, "It's actually possible."

As he said this, he looked at the two magical girls, then glanced at "Binding Conquest" and [Binding Assault]: "Why don't you two take a break?"

The battle that follows is beyond the scope of these two little ones' involvement.

"..." At this point, the two magical girls were practically unconscious. Semaiebo managed to move her lips with difficulty. "Is the war... over?"

"Almost there, almost there!"

After receiving such a response from one of the remaining three kings... Semaiebo seemed to instantly... faint.

Since it's definitely a coma and not a relapse, a major Resurrection Match is probably unnecessary...

An episode about a man who lost his job in prison.

Chapter 515 Strange Brothers

v"..."

"Creak--"

Saint King carefully took a bite... of the tarantula's claw.

Deep-fried tarantulas... are a classic Southeast Asia dish that you absolutely must try if you visit.

"How?"

Cong Yu chuckled, holding a string of fried tarantulas in her hand as well. She looked at the Saint King, whose expression was strange, and asked for his opinion.

"..."

"Not bad."

Saint King made this assessment as he walked side by side with Cong Yu on the street of this small country, which was already considered advanced in Southeast Asia.

Almost none of the war-torn humans passing by dared to approach the two... they all kept their distance.

It's not that knowing their identities is anything extraordinary...

Well, now I know their identities are quite remarkable.

However, they were actually being treated as magical girls... In this context, magical girls are undoubtedly a high-class class.

If I had to describe them, they would probably be warlords who might declare "I don't eat beef" at any moment, and there were quite a few "beasts among beasts" among them.

It's normal to feel fear.

In such a chaotic place, Cong Yu was happy to see these people maintain the proper respect for the two of them... otherwise, the Saint King would kill them.

"However, I hope I can still taste some normal food."

As he made this assessment, Saint King opened his mouth and swallowed all the spiders on the bamboo skewers. Then he saw Cong Yu lingering in front of another stall.

Rat meat... Fine, whatever makes Cong Yu happy.

Hopefully, the people here will handle things more cleanly.

"..." If the current Saint King were seen by her Britain subordinates, they would be utterly astonished.

How should I put it? I'd say it's about maintaining a dignified demeanor...

Or rather, it's the demeanor of a "king"—accompanied by servants, hunting with hawks and hounds, always composed and elegant whether on the battlefield or at a banquet... But now, he has completely overturned his image.

No longer the aloof king, but like an ordinary traveler, a wanderer trying new and exciting things.

"Hmm? Do you want some?"

Cong Yu asked this question, handing over a skewer of dried meat that couldn't be identified as rat meat... Saint King hesitated for a moment, glancing at the dried meat that Cong Yu had already taken a bite of.

They even made her eat the leftovers.

This is so... awesome!

"Eat."

Responding like this, the Saint King didn't care about the rat anymore, and directly took it and put it in his mouth... I'll eat it! I'll eat it!

"Ah, I thought you'd been king for so long that you stopped eating this kind of thing."

Cong Yu said this, looked around but couldn't see a trash can, and finally had no choice but to throw the bamboo skewers on the ground.

This country has no trash cans.

At least not on the street.

"It's been a long time since I've had this kind of... common food?"

Saint King wasn't sure if he should use this method to summarize the differences in food. "But what do you think of Britain culinary culture?"

"..."

"..."

"Do you understand now...?"

"Perhaps."

Saint King's lips curled up slightly at Cong Yu's "probably": "Besides, it's not like we haven't eaten it before."

To this day, she still remembers that when she and Cong Yu were being chased, they would eat almost anything.

Frogs, mice, rabbits, and wild birds.

Cong Yu was always able to hunt these things with precision, and then fill their stomachs with cooking methods that made people forget what those things were originally.

Of course, this may also be related to the fact that there really wasn't much good food to eat during the era when the two of them grew up.

A stew made with cabbage, carrots, amaranth, kale, lettuce, and vegetable roots...

The staple food is peas... bread?

Haha, want some pebbles, wheat bran, sawdust, and black bread?

Getting some rat meat to eat would be nice, and even while on the run, Cong Yu had the leisure to cook it.

It could even be said that everything was calculated.

When to get up, when to shower, when to eat, when to cover up traces, when to mislead, and when to escape.

When to poison, when to set a trap, when to launch a surprise attack to hunt down the predator...

Although it's irregular, it's as if you can predict it in advance.

At that time, Cong Yu, who was always calm and collected, would only show the same smile as now when the roles of "hunter and prey" were reversed.