Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　As Lin continued to curse and shout, the more ashamed, remorseful, and resentful she became, the louder her curses grew.

　"What a joke, what a joke... What are you talking about, what a joke, you bastard!"

　The moment she finished questioning him, knowing that the other person, like herself before, was incapable of answering, Ms. Lin immediately rushed forward.

　A transparent, colorless blade, not a magical artifact, instantly materialized in her hand and slew a believer in a flash.

　The believer, who had been toying with the head of a child stuck in the ground, was instantly decapitated in the next instant.

　"Hey!"

　Seeing Lin's sudden killing, Geya Hernand was shocked and immediately asked the god for a sword, and began to fight him.

　The invisible blades crossed rapidly.

　The two stared at each other through the obscured blades. Geya was somewhat surprised by the madness and regret, or rather, more complex emotions, in Lin's eyes.

　Madness, regret, anger, sorrow, anguish, pain...

　太多

　There was so much of it, it looked like spilled paint.

　"Are you crazy?"

　Geya Hernand questioned her colleague, completely baffled as to why he had suddenly turned on her.

　Ms. Lin's answer to this was quite simple—

　"I'm awake!!!"

　-

　"what do you think?"

　Carlos Mario asked Cong Yu beside him, watching as God's followers and God's messengers fought each other.

　Cong Yu thought for a moment and said, "I went out for a walk and my impression is... those wild women outside are really terrifying."

　Carlos: "..."

　Okay... that counts as an answer.

　“Who can argue with that… However, not all Mexicans are like Gya; most Mexican women are still very kind.”

　As he said this, Carlos sighed, looking at Lin and Geya Hernand locked in combat, and commented—

　"The key is that they have this kind of 'taken-for-granted' attitude, and it's only when this 'taken-for-granted' attitude hits them that they realize how absurd they are."

　"..." Cong Yu wanted to say something like, "[Most women in China don't take it for granted like Lin does]..."

　But for some reason, he found it difficult to say it.

　So, Cong Yu started asking about other things: "Aren't you going to take action? You need to release the pent-up emotions in your heart."

　Upon hearing Cong Yu's words, Carlos Mario murmured for a moment, then shook his head: "No, leave it to the gods..."

　You have a very open-minded perspective.

　Thinking this through, Cong Yu nodded, indicating that he understood. He then pondered for a moment and asked, "Didn't they retaliate after they finished fighting?"

　"..."

　"Hiss...ha..."

　Carlos Mario took a deep breath, then exhaled like a bull, his face contorted with barely suppressed rage: "We'll talk about it later."

　However, despite saying that, Carlos still sensed something: "And you? You're very angry, aren't you...? Do you have some connection with China?"

　At this moment, just as Carlos had said, a slight hint of dissatisfaction could be seen on Cong Yu's expression: "On one hand..."

　"On the other hand, people always hate blood... Compared to simple slaughter, I hate cruelty and bloodshed even more."

　While comparing their levels of incredible power might seem like whitewashing another character who isn't quite as incredible... but honestly...

　If the "If you kill her, you can't kill me—" message is Miss Lin's scheme, then I have to say...

　Actually, the plan was quite successful.

　Chapter 410 God, God, God

　"Hey, hey, hey! Lin... so what exactly are you angry about?"

　While asking this question with such confusion, Geya Hernand barely managed to grip the invisible blade in her hand: "I'm working diligently!"

　"..."

　"Clang——"

　Amidst the sparks of clashing blades, Miss Lin, pale-faced, gripped her sword tightly, her knuckles bulging and veins standing out: "For the cat?"

　"So what?!"

　When questioned by his colleague, Lin fell silent, realizing he had no right to question the other person: "Nothing much."

　Perhaps when an extreme person meets someone even more extreme than themselves...

　Only then will they begin to examine their own sins.

　It's not about committing the sin of killing. Because if we were to really discuss it, the guilt would involve too many things, yet be too superficial.

　The real error, the greatest evil... is being completely unaware that you have committed an unforgivable mistake.

　"Since nothing happened..."

　"Since nothing's wrong, then just die!"

　As Lin said this, he held an invisible blade in each hand, crossing them in front of him to form a cross: "I will kill you too."

　Geya, who was barely holding off Lin's frenzied attack, was taken aback by his words: "Also? Who else are you going to kill?"

　Ms. Lin's response to this question was quite simple—

　"And me, you idiot."

　The dazzling flashes of swords instantly wove a web of slaughter, enveloping Geya completely...

　Geya could no longer tolerate this, and without hesitation, she swung her sword, pointing it directly at Miss Lin's neck.

　However, unexpectedly, Miss Lin did not dodge the sword that was handed to her and let it pierce her throat.

　But at the same time, a sword pierced through Geya Hernand's chest.

　"Fuxk! Fuxk! FuFuFuFuFu!!"

　As she cursed, Geya reached out and clutched her chest, which was pierced by a wound, and kept channeling her magic to heal... but Miss Lin did not.

　Even with a bloody hole in her neck, she didn't care and swung her sword down, each strike aimed at her opponent's vital points.

　Before becoming Moirai's messengers, the two were first and foremost magical girls. Even though they could no longer use magic, the immortality inherent in magical girls remained.

　However, the immortality remains the same.

　The "Blade of God" bestowed by God is the same.

　However, when it comes to swordsmanship, Ge Ya is overthinking things if she wants to fight Miss Lin, who is Chinese.

　In that case...

　"Just... go to hell!"

　As she shouted this, Geya Hernand lifted up her face, which was covered by half of her head.

　Her hair revealed eyes that shimmered with iridescent light.

　In an instant, the "trajectory", "direction", "action", "location", and "flow" of Ms. Lin's movements were all captured in one glance.

　"Ding-ding-clang!!"

　Geya Hernand immediately retaliated, gaining the upper hand almost instantly... and perhaps this was the power of a god.

　"We are the messengers of the three goddesses of fate! And I've long felt that three messengers are too many! Traitor! Let me kill you on behalf of the gods!"

　Geya Hernand shouted, and began to pray to the gods: "Great God Moirai! Send down divine punishment!"

　The other Moirai believers, led by Geya Hernand, also began to plead for God's help.

　"Send down divine punishment, eliminate the rebels, and eradicate her!"

　"Kill her!"

　"Kill this madman."

　"..." However, these noisy fellows were immediately killed one by one by Cong Yu, who had taken off his shirt, with ouroboros and stuck into the wooden stakes.

　But it seems that their prayers really did have a purpose.

　An inexplicable force began to condense on a small scale above Geya and Miss Lin... an intense heat descending from the sky, an ultimate force of destruction.

　The art of non-art.

　Seeing the two locked in a fierce battle, Cong Yu sighed but decided to summon the Jormungandr train to help Miss Lin.

　However, he immediately realized something, abandoned his attempt to call for the train, and instead frowned as he looked at the sky.

　Realizing that divine assistance was imminent, Geya's face immediately lit up with a smile: "Look! Look!!!"

　"I am the beloved child of God, and my children are the happiest cats in the world!"

　As she said this, a proud smile appeared on Geya Hernand's face: "Only a fool like you would betray the gods."

　"I am watched over by the gods! We share glory and shame; I belong to this world, I am the master of destiny!!!"

　Geya Hernand was so excited, her mouth agape, that she shouted so loudly that saliva sprayed from her mouth, forming a long, thin trail on the ground.

　At the same time, she quickly moved away from Lin, preparing to witness the divine punishment once again... This was the second time she had requested divine punishment.

　but……

　A hand immediately grabbed her.

　Miss Lin gripped Geya Hernand tightly, her hands clamping down on her like iron pincers: "Die! You madman!"

　"Let go! You bastard, let go of me! Damn it! You're the crazy one!"

　"No, you're crazy."

　"You're the crazy one."

　Amidst the ridiculous and endless arguments, Miss Lin laughed, a laugh of relief: "We are not the masters of fate, we are all just slaves to fate... playthings of God."

　"You...you...you...let go of me!!!"

　Amidst Geya's despair, the constant piercing of blades and flesh, and the interplay of one's relief and the other's resentment.

　Just as the believers have called for...

　The divine light of judgment has descended.

　"boom!!!!!!"

　In an instant, accompanied by extreme light and heat... Geya Hernand disappeared into the divine judgment.

　Miss Lin, on the other hand, lost her grip on Ge Ya's arm...

　Yes, the beam of light did not fall on Miss Lin, but on Ge Ya.

　Where Geya Hernand once stood, only a deep pit remains... and no other traces remain.

　"..."

　"Ha ha……"

　Panting heavily, Miss Lin was covered in blood and stared blankly at the now calm sky, one of her iridescent eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

　Not only her, but some of the other Moirai believers were also stunned, not understanding why the object of God's judgment was the messenger of the god Geya.

　They seemed genuinely confused by this, so much so that they made no attempt to dodge the shadow of slaughter behind Cong Yu.

　Perhaps only now will these people who claim to be "contractors of God" reveal the fact that they are fanatics.

　Following closely behind, under everyone's gaze...

　Miss Lin's other eye gradually began to be covered with iridescent light, and the countless scars on her body gradually began to be enveloped in a gentle glow.

　The surrounding crimson light, reflecting the rapidly healing holy white, made the pure and flawless holy light appear even more absurd and unrestrained.

　This is God's blessing, God's elevation.