Sakura Emma, ​​I'm going to control you fiercely!

The face was covered in smear.

The fabric texture of the clothes is blurry.

Even the strands of hair look like a cheaply made model that was hastily pulled out to make up the numbers.

Yang Wen finally understood why the game gave the clones a blurring effect.

One reason is to obscure the player's sight and hearing, increasing the game's difficulty...

On the other hand, it is to cover up the flaws and reduce modeling costs.

Production team, this is so realistic!

The next moment, Yang Wen clicked on [Auto Mode], and the game time started flowing again.

Snapped!

A second crack appeared on the protective shield.

Yang Wen, however, remained indifferent.

There were even some clever little touches:

Clever tricks to maximize the pink smudge effect.

Emma, ​​without a second thought, reached out and gently grasped his hand—

The rose bow appeared in his hand.

Transform the longsword into a rapier and nock it on the bow.

She deliberately targeted the clone next to Mag's real body.

Now that she'd discovered his true form, Emma was ready to unleash her full power—

Unleash the ultimate move: [Witch's Execution].

When Marg saw Emma take out her rose bow and prepare to shoot the rapier, he felt a chill run down his spine.

But when she saw that the other party was targeting the [clone], Mag couldn't help but feel happy.

Sakura Emma is desperate and will try anything!

Marg seemed to see Emma's regret and horror after shooting at the wrong target!

Sizzle—

The sound of gripping the bowstring and the hilt of the rapier.

The magic of pink and red intertwined and mixed, and a magical power that made Mag tremble and fear erupted!

But it also made her feel fortunate:

Because it wasn't themselves that were being attacked.

Presumably, after this arrow, Emma Sakura was also at her last gasp.

Then Marg noticed that at the very moment Emma Sakura was about to release the bowstring—

There was no shifting motion without any charging action, nor any eye contact as a signal.

Emmanu suddenly swung her wrist, which was holding the bow, around!

The tip of the blood sword was firmly locked onto Mag's true form.

This is—

Flick shot!

The violent, pink, interwoven death ray was compressed to its absolute limit on the bowstring.

The curve of Marge's lips shattered instantly.

She watched helplessly as the light was directed at her, completely unable to comprehend Emma Sakura's intentions.

Even though it had already discovered its true form, it insisted on toying with itself while aiming...

That's absolutely the height of perverse humor!

[Pink Filth +10]

The next second—

Emma easily released the bowstring.

thumping!

Emma's pink dress billowed, and a wave of air emanated from her, causing the green plants in every household to sway.

The Blood Sword had already transformed into a pink bow and arrow, unstoppable as it pierced towards Mag.

Rumble...

At this moment, time seemed to stand still in Mag's eyes.

Under Marge's desperate gaze, the blood-red rapier shattered all her defenses with overwhelming force, even tearing the surrounding air apart with its terrifying kinetic energy, creating a wave of air!

She could only watch helplessly as the blood sword rapidly approached.

Marge uttered the sentence that had always bothered her:

"Didn't you say you were shooting clones?"

puff--!

The blood sword struck Mag in the heart!

"cough."

Marg coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The body was knocked back by an unstoppable force, leaving a tearing crack in the ground.

collapse--!

Blood Sword pinned Mag to the wall at the end of the street.

With a "crack," the blood-stained sword piercing her heart turned into scattered red crystal fragments and disappeared.

Marg slowly slid down the wall and finally collapsed to the ground, her fate unknown.

Occasionally, his body would twitch spasmodically.

This scene was fully reflected in Hannah's eyes.

She stared in astonishment at Emma, ​​who was still in the position of raising her bow and shooting.

Beautiful pink and white particles still affectionately surround her, like a princess in a fairy tale who goes incognito to a village to admire fireflies.

Before this "princess" lay a road that had been completely torn apart, like the claw marks of a giant beast.

But what Hannah cared about most was...

"The witch... she's defeated just like that?"

Not only did Hannah not feel it was real, but Emma herself did too.

Emma recalled the "battle" that had just occurred—which wasn't really a fight—and realized it was completely a one-sided game of toying with Marg!

She was initially worried that the witch might be very strong...

If they have some strange or unusual cheating ability, that would be terrible.

result……

The witch's abilities are nothing compared to those of the god, the greatest "cheating power user."

Fog?

Turn off the fog!

Blur?

Turn off blurring!

A clone?

Time stands still; let's slowly find the original body.

Finally, with overwhelming power, they defeated the witch.

and……

Emma stared at the rose bow in "her" hand with shining eyes.

So that's how swords can be used!

It was actually launched like an arrow!

The series of building destruction effects ahead were caused by this arrow!

Emma also wants to try it out...

However, what really puzzled Emma was why the god deliberately aimed his last arrow at the clone first.

Or……

Has His hatred for witches reached this level?

This was to maximize the witch's despair before her death...

If Yang Wen knew what Emma was thinking, he would just laugh it off.

[A total of 15 units of pink filth were obtained]

Just now, in that brief second, the total amount of pink filth from Mag reached 15!

"Is this the end?"

Beside her, Tono Hannah gazed at the witch at the end of the road, still shaken.

Not far away, on the roof of a house, a girl in a purple-black kimono smiled slightly:

"Yes, it's all over."

Mag stood unharmed in the safe zone, taking in the entire battle that had just taken place.

At this moment, both Tono Hannah's shock and Sakura Emma's slightly tired appearance were reflected in her eyes.

Marge smiled.

The person Emma Sakura initially fought was not herself, but rather herself, which was a manifestation of her own remains.

In fact, during the original battle, she had planned to kill Emma directly.

But the process was beyond expectations...

Emma Sakura didn't use much magic power; she relied solely on her blood sword and physical skills to nearly rout the blue-level wreckage.

Even though the blue-level wreckage wasn't the type that excelled in combat, it still secretly alarmed Mag:

White-level, kill blue-level wreckage?

Is this really something a magical girl can do?

Emma's final arrow suddenly veered off course, and even Marg, who was watching from afar, couldn't react in time.

What a nasty character...

Marg decided to play along and "gifted" their clone to them, making them believe they had killed the "Phantom Witch"!

Marg, on the other hand, "feigned death" and completely disappeared into darkness.

This allows them to focus on how to induce artificial corrosion in a more relaxed manner.

therefore……

"You've done so much, thinking you've defeated me... but it's all been in vain!"

Marg desperately wanted to see Sakura Emma and the others understand the despair they felt after being separated from their original selves.

But unfortunately...

Not now.

Otherwise, their plan would fail.

The future when Emma Sakura and the others learn the truth is not far off!