My wife is a magical girl, how can I be the villain?

Chapter 155 Chaos in Guangxian City

"Guangxian City has ten magical girls, but a cult called New Humans has emerged, with thousands of members—how many ordinary people in the city have been drawn into this cult in order to collect so many suitable symbiotes for fusion with other species?"

Do you know how many people go missing every day?

"I—I don't know." The little girl, who had been keeping her head down, completely shrank back like an ostrich.

"Both of your partners have gone missing. Do you have any leads or any effective actions?" Bai Zhe continued to press.

"We've searched the Demon Realm, consulted wizards in various places, and utilized intelligence channels—"

Bai Zhe interrupted, "But you've ignored the obvious heterogeneous symbiotic cult."

"We—we don't think they're that much of a threat, and we've arrested them several times, but they've always escaped, so we keep trying—"

"Is this cat-and-mouse game fun? Do you think magical girls just wear strange clothes and perform tag for the world?" Bai Zhe was speechless, but he couldn't bear to scold the girl in his arms.

She touched her head and said, "We're not in a superhero movie—wouldn't it be better to give opportunities to ordinary people who admire and rely on you, instead of waiting for the enemy to repent?"

"I—I might have been naive."

"Sigh, if I hadn't come to investigate myself, I would have thought that the magical girls of Guangxian City had colluded with the Void, and that your elves were idiots too—"

Bai Zhe imagined secretly infiltrating Guangxian City, driving his heterogeneous symbiote to openly abduct ordinary people on the streets, with official wizards and criminals "battling it out," the magical aftershocks spreading everywhere, showing no regard for the safety of ordinary people.

She resisted the urge to act several times, after all, she had come to Guangxian alone. Only after she had figured out the situation in the city did she gather all the magical girls and give them orders.

Upon encountering eight young magical girls who knew nothing about the city, she could only sigh.

Keep in mind, there were previously ten magical girls, some of whom possessed the strength of three or four pages. Such power was not weak even in so many cities.

Even the little girl crying in my arms has the power of four pages —

However, as she gently stroked the trembling little girl and the helpless magical girls who depended on her, a hint of pleasure unconsciously flickered across Bai Zhe's icy face.

"Alright, the Anti-Demon Department has sealed off all escape routes for the remaining demons. We haven't found any trace of the two magical girls yet, but we have rescued quite a few people. Now, only the underground altar remains—I can sense the powerful aura inside."

"I'll go in with you! Maybe they're trapped down there," the little girl said earnestly, clenching her fist.

Bai Zhe looked up at the rosy light in the sky, which was "splashed" by a massive amount of magic, and nodded. "Let's go down together then, be careful."

These kids have really poor combat skills, but their strength is indeed quite good, so Bai Zhe isn't too worried.

The two walked through the transparent glass in the center of the park. The cult did all sorts of dirty things, but their headquarters wasn't made to look as sinister and eerie as a religious place.

The large glass areas and minimalist staircase design perfectly match the feel of a technology park.

The black and white playing cards in Bai Zhe's hand floated into the air, forming a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) formation to protect her and the little girl.

They descended the stairs to a spacious underground hall, which was an underground theater. The plaques on the walls exuded an unsettling atmosphere.

With a flick of his white scallion finger, the plaque exploded, releasing the ethereal aura that had been concealing the theater. The four cards rapidly enlarged, forming a wall in front of the two, blocking the raindrop-like anomalies. Purple-black patches remained on the white cards, the anomalies locked within them.

The cards vanished the next moment, leaving Bai Zhe with twenty black and white cards.

"Wow, amazing! No wonder she's a magical girl from Tenkai City—"

An old voice drifted from inside the theater, languid and leisurely, as if completely unaware that death was imminent.

"He's very strong—" Bai Zhe's gaze seemed to pierce through the theater walls as he transmitted his voice through magic: "Wait outside."

"I can help you deal with him!" The little girl was taken aback and shut her mouth, transmitting her thoughts through magic.

"If you're here, I'll protect you. Go back to the stairwell and guard it. Don't let him get away," Bai Zhe ordered.

"good----"

The little girl lowered her head helplessly and obediently walked back, while Bai Zhe stepped forward. As soon as her suede dress shoes touched the marble floor, a black and white playing card instantly unfolded and turned into a door. Bai Zhe passed through it, leaving a lingering shadow behind him. This lingering shadow did not disappear.

The tangible black-and-white figure withdrew its foot and stood still, while the white-clad figure, having taken a step forward, continued walking. The black-and-white Lolita dress seemed real as she gracefully pushed open the theater's heavy doors and ascended the red-carpeted steps. The black-and-white figure that had been in its original position remained within the cardboard doorway, emanating no presence.

Nineteen cards remain.

That was the spell granted by the White Fold Mystic Code: [Double Body].

The theater is not a traditional stage, but a circular stage that is semi-enclosed by the audience seating, like a religious altar, which is indeed the case.

A bald, elderly figure, draped in a floor-length robe, sat relaxed in the center, smiling at his "only audience member."

Bai Zhe didn't speak, but instead threw out six cards, unfolded them, and built a "box" that contained the entire theater. Bai Zhe then went inside.

"So cautious—are you afraid I'll escape? You've blocked off all the roads before the fight even starts." The bald old man chuckled.

"Yes, we have to be careful not to let anyone get away with a sure win." Bai Zhe smiled as he played with the thirteen cards in his hand.

"Even the underground is blocked off—heh," the old man stood up, examining the white floor completely covered by the cards. "White Five-Page is indeed incredibly confident, but with only thirteen cards left, does he really think he can beat me in a second?"

"The number thirteen is unlucky, which means your end won't be good." Bai Zhe smiled without any emotion.

"Perhaps it's the opposite; your mission will end in failure—" The bald old man shook his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, all the red chairs in the theater were lifted off the ground and crashed towards the white chairs.

Beneath each chair are specially made anti-magic needles infused with a foreign substance. If a magical girl tries to use her magic shield to defend herself, she will be breached by hundreds or thousands of needles under the chair.

Bai Zhe leaped up, the thirteen black and white cards in her hand spinning rapidly around her. She stood on the ceiling, upside down, her snow-white hair hanging down naturally due to gravity. Chairs were turned around and flew into the sky.

The bald old man supported himself on the ground with his hands, his long robe covered by black crystal armor, with purple patterns flowing across his body, clearly indicating that he was the one operating these chairs.

Bai Zhe tossed a black and white card in front of him, blocking the endless row of chairs, and asked leisurely, "Where are your other men? None of them are with you?"

"Didn't you kill them all?" the bald old man said in a deep voice with his eyes closed.

"Those remnants are all about the same strength, but you must have some capable guards, Your Excellency the Bishop?"

Bai Zhe tilted his head and peeked out the card in front of him. The card was completely "covered" in the red of the chair, then shattered and exploded. The next card followed, blocking the chair that was about to appear.

"You don't seem like someone who enjoys talk therapy." The bald bishop didn't say much, but several chairs were smashed directly at the other person's protruding head. Bai Zhe hurriedly shrank back behind the card, but a small tuft of hair was shattered by the bishop's sudden cold arrow.

"Alright————" Bai Zhe nodded, and the next moment, a card was thrown out, cutting the bishop's body straight down from the middle.

Black on the left, white on the right.

The black and white of death spread from the center to the entire body of the bald old man, making him look like a plaster sculpture half-covered in black paint, motionless.