Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 129 The First Encounter Ends Without a Trace

A pure white magical girl descended from the sky, the wind blowing her white robes, her white pupils empty.

A magical girl, as beautiful as a doll, raises a withered wooden staff, the magic power emanating from it sending shivers down one's spine.

"Kill her." The magical girl's "mascot," staring intently at its nemesis, issued its "command" to its partner with utmost force.

"Uh." The magical girl Shiro frowned, but her body had already moved on its own.

The magic began to run rampant.

The atmosphere was distorted by it, and the spirits of the elements came to the mortal realm. This was not a prelude to casting a spell, but merely an extra effect of magic that was too outrageous.

Magic arrays unfolded behind him; traditional magical artillery attacks required the stable support of these arrays.

"Slap." Purple Rose stood in front of the crowd with a smile. Why would she back down when someone challenged her to a fight?

Besides, he's just a young junior; how could I possibly lose?

"Kuku, who is she?" Behind him, Rean suddenly called out the name of the hero in the mental link.

He looked thoughtfully at the girl who was gathering magic cannons.

"Yes, it's her." He seemed to say nothing, but in reality, he answered everything.

A tacit understanding from the heart allowed Rean to comprehend everything.

In that instant, Rean was certain that this face was indeed "White," the sixth candidate.

Her condition... Rean glanced at Kuku, and Kusla nodded slightly again.
Rean was certain that Kuku was prepared, so he took a step forward and whispered in Purple Rose's ear.

"If possible, don't kill her."

The abrupt and cryptic words caused Purple Rose's eyes to widen in surprise.

The next moment, the purple rose, now calm again, still smiled and did not respond.

It seems like they didn't hear it, or they seem to be pretending not to hear it.

"Hmph, this is the first time you've asked me for a favor, and it's because of another woman."

But these reproachful words somehow found their way into Rean's ears.

This made the young man smile wryly, knowing that his request was a bit excessive.

To prevent those about to duel from killing their opponent? Wouldn't that be tying Purple Rose's own hands and feet and causing her a huge loss?
"Just kidding. She's just a little girl, right? Watch me take her down easily. Little brother Rean, you can actually ask me for a little more, go a little further, and I'll be even happier."

The woman clenched her fists, but her calm words were more moving than her usual sweetness.

Rean was speechless. Asking someone to hold back in a duel of this caliber was simply too much to ask, and the other party's magnanimity only made Rean feel more guilty and uneasy.

But this requirement is necessary at the moment, and given Rean's understanding of Kuku, he probably already had a plan for it.

Since this bound magical girl has appeared in the Hall of Heroes, which "yearns for change," there is still a chance for change. Kuku must have already made arrangements.

He looked at the purple rose that had silently risen, while the direction of "White's" magic cannon also began to rise. Both sides seemed to tacitly avoid the bystanders below.

This will undoubtedly be a deadly battle between two legendary spellcasters, and for Rean and his recruits, simply getting close is far too dangerous.

The edge of a legendary spell's area-of-effect (AOE) attack could vaporize a person.

Just as Rean was about to tell the others to leave, he heard...
"Hiss. Hiss hiss (We have never left.)"

The sudden familiar words startled Rean.

He looked up abruptly and saw the "girl's" radiant smile.

"Trust me."

Before Rean could react, everything blurred before his eyes, and he was back in that familiar "temporary embassy".

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the ground of the embassy trembled slightly.

Rean suddenly walked to the window, where he could see a large mushroom cloud slowly rising in the direction of the city!

They made their move.

Moreover, once they make a move, it's a clear-out attack that sweeps across the entire area.

If Rean and his group were still there, both sides would likely be drawn into the conflict, no matter how much they tried to hold back.

Lightning and storm collided as two magical girls from opposing factions engaged in a deadly battle. The magic power leaking from both sides caused a raging storm.

Judging solely from the scale of their magic power, the secondary disasters caused by their battles would far surpass the destruction and impact of the "Parasyte" and "Goddess" who are currently locked in a life-or-death struggle.

After all, magical girls are known for their incredible ability to "achieve miracles with great effort".

"Damn it." Rean looked at the mushroom cloud that was boiling in the distance, and the echoes of war were in his ears.

His face remained calm, but he felt extremely aggrieved inside.

The pent-up frustration from passing by the slave market that day seemed to return, and the cruel reality told me that I was not only still a weakling, but also a burden.

At this moment, Rean regretted it a little; perhaps he shouldn't have said those words.

After all, there are differences in closeness and distance. In a battle of this level, asking Purple Rose to hold back is tantamount to restricting many instant-death methods, which is a huge disadvantage.

"Auntie".

Sallyman stumbled to the window, her face pale as she stared into the distance.

She was unaware of the subtle relationship between friend and foe, only sensing the terrifying collision of magical forces.

If it weren't for "her own request," Purple Rose would never have needed to come to the underworld and encounter such a terrible nemesis.

As for herself, she could only watch silently, without even the right to watch. Her aunt even had to waste her power to teleport her here to save her life.

"I never want to experience that feeling of powerlessness again."

"I need strength, at least not to be a burden."

The two, who were engaged, unconsciously thought of the same thing, the same person.
“Purple Rose, Lillian,” Rean called out her real name for the first time. “Auntie,” Sallyman finally acknowledged her status as an elder.

"Huh? You called me?"

A sudden sound behind him made him turn around abruptly.

Isn't that magical girl, Purple Rose, sitting on the sofa right behind me, flipping through a book?

She seems to have always been there!
"Boom!"

Meanwhile, another mushroom cloud slowly rose from the direction outside. Two visible magical hurricanes were expanding and colliding with each other, while still radiating a deadly sense of oppression in all directions.

The battle of magical girls is still going on, so why has Purple Rose returned?
"If I can't kill him, why should I fight him to the death?" That's the logic, but how did you actually do it?
"Heh, that little one was ruthless enough. When she realized there was a difference in strength, she tried to wear me down by dragging things out, and even tried to make me self-destruct. But she lacked vision and experience." She seemed to be explaining, but she also seemed to be saying nothing at all.

But it's clear that she has left the battlefield and is no longer in danger.

Rean breathed a sigh of relief, while Sallyman immediately pouted, muttering, "She's just trying to scare me again."

"Little Suliman, you are so adorable."

The next moment, Sallyman was hugged and comforted by her aunt.

While saying nice things, Lillian of Purple Rose even had a chance to wink at Rean.

Seeing that she was completely unharmed, Rean finally relaxed.

The fighting is still raging outside, and it seems that our group has entered a blind spot for all sides on the battlefield.

This is not a battlefield for people on Earth, so let's rest and regroup.

But from an angle he didn't notice, there were large patches of charred black on the skin behind Purple Rose's neck.

Although she has already begun to heal through skin regeneration, how could she possibly avoid paying a price for casting a spell to teleport her companions away while enduring an attack from another magical girl?

Driven by the contract, Bai has no reason to hold back.

After hugging her little niece, Purple Rose rushed towards Rean.

"I want compensation! It hurts! She hit me so hard, I need a kiss to feel happy." As she spoke, she brought her cheek closer.

Rean was a little confused and didn't know how to respond. As soon as the girl spoke, too many eyes turned to look.

"So that's what your relationship is like." Many people looked surprised.

Rean went numb instantly.

But should he forcefully break free? Wouldn't that be too heartless? And this hesitation was just before the girl was about to kiss him.
"Auntie! Think about your place!"

But in the next instant, Purple Rose was dragged away again by her furious niece.

Rean breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a strange sense of regret.

Meanwhile, Kuku watched the whole thing with her eyes wide open.

"What's wrong?" Rean asked, feeling a little guilty.

“It’s alright! He’s beyond saving! I don’t care!” Kuku said, seemingly implying something.

"What the hell!" The fact that Kuku was still in the mood to act crazy suggested that the situation wasn't too bad.

In the following hours, explosions and hurried footsteps echoed outside the window, and the entire city entered a state of war.

But the people at the embassy fell into an eerie calm.

They were indeed forgotten, or rather, there was no reason to find out that they had returned.

Sallyman had already given the orders, and the luggage was all prepared. Everyone, along with their equipment, was waiting in the hall.

If the city really falls, just let Purple Rose lead the way to escape.

But soon, the battlefield of the "magical girls" was the first to end.

When that sky possessed only the magic of pure white, it also meant that "White" realized she had been deceived.

In that spot, Bai pouted, looking around with a disgruntled expression, but all he saw was scorched earth.

The battle on the other side, however, did not last long either.

An hour or so later, the mind flayers realized they couldn't breach the walls and began to retreat.

They naturally wouldn't leave; they simply set up camp outside, began adjusting their shifts, and prepared for the second wave of the offensive the following day.

Everyone knows this is just the beginning.

Now that the battle for supremacy in the underworld has begun, it will naturally end with one side being eliminated and enslaved.

In the brutal underworld, compromise and forgiveness are rarely seen.

Rean increasingly hoped that the locals would continue to forget about him and his group. As for himself, he needed to deal with the matter of this pure white magical girl first, which would probably have to wait until the Hall of Heroes that night.

As time goes by, this forgotten sense of relief seems to have truly become a reality.

After all, with the city busy with the war, no one would care about the locked embassy, ​​especially on the way back when they didn't go through the gate.

"Kuku, are you planning to pass on the legacy to her? To help her break free from her constraints?" Rean asked, voicing his doubts, that evening.

Under normal circumstances, this constraint would be impossible to break free from, but the power of the heroic spirits is clearly abnormal; it is a miraculous power capable of shattering all common sense.

“You guessed wrong.” Kuku gave a negative answer, instead adopting a smug posture, as if he had been prepared all along.

Rean was somewhat surprised, but did not press the matter further.

Kuku didn't want to say that she couldn't find out by asking, but she would probably find out tonight anyway.

With such a dramatic turn of events, tonight is likely to be quite lively, and Kuku isn't one to procrastinate.

With the situation changing drastically and the possibility of fleeing at any moment, many things should be finalized.

(End of this chapter)