Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 728 Shadow Queen!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The magic cannons on the city wall roared again, their thick energy beams lashing out like divine whips at the rolling black goat calves.

Violent explosions erupted on their massive bodies, splattering black, rotting flesh and slime everywhere. However, the monsters were exceptionally resilient, and the wounds they had been blasted open began to heal at a visible speed.

The enormous black goat heads emitted even more frenzied shrieks, their scarlet eyes fixed on the city walls, charging forward at an even faster speed despite the cannon fire.

Just as the city walls were crumbling under the spiritual onslaught of the old tide, countless warriors were dizzy from the gaze of the decaying trees, disturbed by the wailing of the stitched-together corpses, and their will was eroded by the blasphemous aura of the black goat cubs—whoosh!

A brilliant, pure, and vibrant emerald-green light, brimming with boundless vitality and serene power, suddenly shot into the sky from the direction of the Natural Sanctuary in the center of Black City.

The light was so dazzling that it instantly tore through the filthy black mist and bloody stench that permeated the battlefield, like a sword of life piercing through heaven and earth.

Then, under the shocked gazes of everyone—

Rumble!

The sturdy jade dome of the sanctuary was instantly shattered by an overwhelming life force, and countless jade fragments scattered like stars. A gigantic, unimaginable tree was rising from the ruins of the sanctuary at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.

Its roots, like coiled dragons, penetrate deep into the earth, and spread like a living creature through the ruins, greedily drawing power from the earth's veins.

The thick trunk shimmered with an emerald-like luster, flowing with mysterious natural runes. Its extremely lush branches and leaves formed a canopy that covered the sky, and each leaf was like a piece of the purest emerald, radiating a soft yet firm emerald glow.

In just a few breaths, the divine tree had grown to a height of several hundred meters.

The enormous canopy, like a protective umbrella, gently shelters most of the core area of ​​Black City, replacing the dilapidated sanctuary and becoming the new, vibrant center of Black City.

At the same time, countless tiny, stardust-like emerald green specks of light drifted down from the enormous canopy, like a warm rain of life.

These points of light ignored physical obstacles and landed precisely and gently on every soldier on the city wall.

The moment those emerald green lights touched my body.

An indescribable coolness instantly flooded my mind, like drinking a refreshing spring on a hot summer day, or like a gentle morning breeze brushing away the misty fog.

The intense dizziness from being stared at by the countless eyes of the decaying trees, the fear and nausea evoked by the silent wails of the stitched-up corpses, the chaos and irritation from being corrupted by the blasphemous aura of the black goat cubs... all seemed to be gently brushed away by a warm and powerful hand.

His mind became clearer than ever before, his will became as strong as tempered steel, and the courage and fighting spirit that had been suppressed by fear and despair were injected with new vitality and burned brightly again.

"My dizziness has subsided?!"

"Those monsters' eyes... don't seem so scary anymore!"

"I can! I can concentrate!"

"It is the god of nature! It is the power of the Tree of Life!"

Excited and thrilled voices echoed across the city wall.

Tan Zhixin stretched out her hand, letting a sliver of emerald light gently fall into her palm.

The light particles blend into the skin, bringing a refreshing and warm feeling.

She looked up at the giant tree that rose from the ground, exuding a powerful sense of life, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"It's Lady Trova." Tan Zhixin looked at the big tree. "She is forcibly projecting a more complete will at the cost of her own life essence... She is burning herself to raise the upper limit of our inspiration, to protect our rationality... and to isolate us from the spiritual pollution of those ancient rulers."

The starlight from the Tree of Life, Trova, was like warm dew, temporarily dispelling the mad whispers and maddening dizziness brought by the legions of the Old Ones.

The soldiers' spirits lifted, their nausea subsided, and their trembling arms gripped their weapons again.

However, Scáthach's obsidian-like, hard face showed no sign of relaxation; instead, it was shrouded in an even deeper gloom.

As an ancient being who lived through the end of the War of the Gods, she knew better than anyone the terror of these twisted creations before her.

They are not only powerful, but more terrifying is their blasphemous existence itself, which erodes the mortal mind and, when in close contact, distorts and pollutes the essence of life in a way that transcends the rules of physics!

Tan Zhixin keenly caught Scáthach's almost inaudible whisper: "We must stop those powerful Great Old Ones—"

Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately pressed, "Lady Scáthach, what did you say?"

Scáthach offered no explanation.

She simply shook her head slightly, a gesture that carried a profound and resolute weight of having seen through fate.

She slowly turned her head, her deep, night-sky-like eyes gazing intently at Tan Zhixin, as if she wanted to etch the burden of protection into the depths of her soul.

"Hold the line." Scáthach's voice was unusually calm, yet contained immense power. "Black Castle... I'm entrusting it to you magical girls!"

The moment the words fell.

hum!

A deep, cold, black energy that seemed capable of devouring light suddenly erupted from Scáthach's waist.

A black belt made of pure shadow energy and ancient runes instantly solidified around her waist. The style of the belt was similar to that of the Greed Driver that Tang Zijun possessed, but the aura it emitted was more bizarre and darker, as if it originated from some more primordial abyssal power.

Looking at this transformation device, which she controlled, originated from the core of the Greedy One, and was reshaped by his will, Scáthach's eyes flashed with an extremely complex emotion—nostalgia, relief, and even a moment of extremely rare tenderness.

That gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing a distant figure, or a seed that held her last hope.

"Tang Zijun, let's go together!"

This fleeting tenderness vanished in an instant—replaced by a resolute chill more biting than polar ice.

"Transform!"

Without any hesitation, Scáthach's cold, low growl was like a pronouncement of judgment.

She forcefully shoved a card radiating pure shadow and destructive aura into the card slot of her belt!

【Shadow Embrace!】

A cold and grand electronic voice seemed to resonate deep within everyone's soul.

【Rejoice, Queen of Shadows!】

The pure dark energy, darker than the night and deeper than the abyss, like the floodwaters of the Styx bursting its banks, instantly engulfed Scáthach's figure.

That darkness was not nothingness, but contained a terrifying power capable of distorting space and tearing matter apart.

next moment.

A pure, unreflective black meteor, seemingly capable of devouring everything, shot fiercely from the city wall.

There was no trace, no sound, only a terrifying feeling of space being forcibly torn apart and light being completely erased.

This black meteor, moving faster than anyone could react, ignored the chaos of the battlefield and the turbulent flow of energy, carrying an unstoppable and terrifying momentum, ready to destroy everything in its path.

It slammed hard onto the head of the largest, most ferocious, and most formidable black goat charging at the forefront of the battlefield.

Boom!!

An indescribably violent collision!

It was as if a miniature black hole had crashed into a swamp of flesh and blood!

The black goat cub, powerful enough to withstand the bombardment of a magic cannon, had its massive head and most of its twisted body shatter upon contact, like a rotten watermelon struck by an invisible giant hammer. Thick, foul-smelling black flesh and filthy energy splattered like a fountain.

A terrifying energy shockwave suddenly spread out in a ring from the point of impact, like the most violent hurricane.

Within a radius of tens of meters, the writhing, decaying trees, the stitched monsters waving their skeletal tentacles, and the other indescribable minions rushing forward... were as if struck by an invisible giant hand, emitting a shrill and ear-piercing sound of shattering and hissing. Their massive bodies were forcibly thrown away, torn apart, or even vaporized.

In an instant, a vast and chilling vacuum was cleared from the surging tides of the past.

The black meteor struck its target precisely and did not dissipate.

The light dimmed slightly, revealing the figure within.

She is no longer the queen clad in black armor.

Instead, she was a humanoid figure composed entirely of flowing, pure shadow energy that seemed to absorb all light. Her silhouette vaguely resembled Scáthach's heroic figure, but she was taller and more eerie.

Her body had no armor patterns, only a deep darkness that seemed to writhe and flow like a living thing, and her face had only two eyes burning with a cold, eerie blue flame.

This pure shadow form exudes a suffocating pressure, a mixture of the abyssal aura of the greedy and Scáthach's own indomitable will. She hovers above the sea of ​​blood she created, her azure gaze like the scythe of death, coldly sweeping over the ancient tides that have paused briefly due to this sudden and devastating blow, before unleashing an even more frenzied roar.

She didn't look back at Black City even once more.

Her only goal was to use her body, forged from the abyss and her will, to stay firmly rooted here and draw all the most powerful and destructive Great Old Ones and their main retinues to the Black City, thus buying the Black City's fragile defenses a crucial respite!

"roar--!!!"

A deafening roar came from the depths of the Old Tide, the fury of an enraged and more powerful Old One. More and more twisted monsters, like sharks that have smelled blood, abandoned their assault on the city walls and surged madly toward the black shadow that hung alone in the center of the battlefield, exuding a deadly attraction!

The black shadow stood motionless, while the dark blue flames burned fiercely in its eyes, like the deepest and most resolute war god in the eye of the storm.

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