Chapter 161: Let go of that man!

Within the ruins of the convention center, the smoke of battle slowly dissipated.
That pink beam of light that seemed capable of piercing heaven and earth, in the end… still failed to create a miracle.

Burning one’s life, overdrawing psionic energy—
even that so-called “bond of friendship.”
Before the absolute gap in power tiers, all of it was nothing more than a trivial flicker, like a moth rushing into the flame.

“Pa.”

A small foot clad in a Fuxie shoe mercilessly stepped down onto the少女’s battered chest.

“So—this is your limit?”

Seraphine looked down at Li Qing from above. In those eyes, glowing with an eerie pink light, danced the cruelty and mockery of a cat playing with its prey.

“You rushed up shouting about protecting friendship, love, and justice… It’s cliché, really.
But that look—clearly in despair, yet still struggling… I’ll be honest, it did bring me a bit of pleasure~”

Li Qing’s condition at this moment was already beyond miserable.

Her once-cute magical girl outfit was torn to shreds. Large patches of snow-white skin were exposed to the cold air, only to be dyed a shocking red by fresh blood.
If not for the superhuman constitution of a magical girl barely sustaining her last breath, her body would have gone cold long ago.

“Cough… let go…”

Her consciousness was already blurred.

Yet Li Qing’s fingers still moved by instinct.
She grabbed Seraphine’s slender ankle, exhausting the very last shred of strength in her body, trying to push it away.

The motion was light, weak—
not even a proper attack. If anything, it resembled a pitiful, almost tender caress.

“Oh?”

Seraphine didn’t kick her away. Instead, as if discovering a new toy, she bent down and gently caught that trembling hand.

“What a naughty child you are…”

Her fingers softly brushed over Li Qing’s wrist. The icy touch sent a shiver through Li Qing’s entire body.

“You’re already broken like this, and you still want to resist?”

A malicious grin slowly spread across Seraphine’s face.

“Since your hand refuses to behave… I just thought of a much more interesting way to play~”

Before the words even finished—

“Crack—!”

A crisp, teeth-grinding sound of bone breaking rang out with terrifying clarity in the deathly silent ruins.

Li Qing’s pupils shrank violently, her face twisting in agony.

Seraphine grabbed Li Qing’s right hand and, with inhuman strength, bent her wrist into a grotesque angle.
That sound was unmistakably the sound of bones snapping.

“What a lovely expression~”

Seraphine stared at Li Qing’s contorted face with great interest, her playful smile unchanged, her tone filled with twisted excitement.

“Now let’s see if your hand will still disobey…”

As she spoke, her other hand seized Li Qing’s left hand and repeated the same motion.

“Crack—!”

Another chilling fracture echoed out.

Li Qing’s left wrist was forcibly broken as well.

“AAAAAH——!”

A hysterical scream tore through the ruins.

To Seraphine, however, it sounded like the most beautiful music in the world. She closed her eyes slightly, her face filled with intoxicated delight.

“Ah~ what a wonderful scream…”

“Since your hands won’t behave, then let’s just take them off.”

She released Li Qing’s shattered wrists and instead grabbed her right forearm.

Then she smiled—a smile that was demonic, yet childishly innocent.

“Crack—!”

Li Qing’s right forearm was torn off alive, as easily as ripping the arm from a doll.
Blood and flesh were mangled at the stump, stark white bone clearly visible.

Li Qing’s eyes went wide. Her mouth opened—but no sound came out.

The pain had already exceeded her limit. The collapse of her mind and soul left her body completely numb—she could no longer even feel the agony.

She could only stare blankly as her right arm was casually tossed onto the ground by Seraphine, like a piece of trash.

“See? Disobedient hands should be taken off like this… just like broken dolls…”

“Now, there’s still—”

A sharp crack rang out.

That seemingly soft, boneless little hand bent Li Qing’s remaining forearm backward with brute force!

“Ah—!!! Ugh—!”

The pain instantly pierced through the numbness of near-death. Li Qing let out a shrill scream, only for blood surging up her throat to choke it into broken sobs.

But this was only the beginning.

“Just… bear with it for a moment, okay~”

Seraphine’s smile grew ever sweeter, as though she were plucking a fully bloomed rose.

She grasped that already-broken arm, planted her foot on Li Qing’s shoulder, and yanked upward—

“Rip—!”

Muscle tore. Tendons snapped.

That slender, pale arm was ripped straight off the少女’s body.

“Ugh… ha…!”

Blood spurted out like a fountain. In that instant, Li Qing’s eyes lost all focus, her body convulsing violently from the pain.

Yet a magical girl’s physical resilience refused to let her pass out.

“Oh my, oh my~ what a beautiful cross-section…”

Seraphine held up the still-bleeding severed arm, admiring it like a work of art.

Then she turned around and looked toward the headless giant corpse lying in a pool of blood not far away.

That was Luo Shaotian.

The ferocious head severed earlier by Yaye Ying lay nearby, the blood-fire in its eyes long extinguished.

“Honestly… I worked so hard to tame such a nice toy. How could it break so easily?”

Seraphine skipped over lightly.

“Thump.”

Like kicking a ball, she casually kicked the heavy head back toward the corpse’s neck.

The cut surfaces lined up, looking like a crudely stitched doll.

“Now then—dinner time~”

She lifted Li Qing’s severed arm and held it above Luo Shaotian’s slightly open mouth.

She gently squeezed the arm.

“Drip… drip…”

Dark red blood slid down the pale fingertips and precisely dripped into Luo Shaotian’s lifeless mouth.

“This is magical girl blood, you know—very nourishing!”

A sickly flush appeared on Seraphine’s face, excitement barely contained.

“This is magical girl blood…”

Seraphine narrowed her eyes, her voice dropping to a demonic whisper.

“For mortals blessed by 【Terror and Slaughter】, blood is your favorite thing, isn’t it?”

As the blood dripped in—

“Szz… szzzz…”

A bizarre sound echoed.

Luo Shaotian’s corpse, which had already gone cold, suddenly began to tremble violently.

At the severed neck, flesh buds writhed crazily—like countless tiny red worms—interweaving and stitching head and body back together.

Deep within those once-extinguished crimson eyes, a dim flame ignited once more.

“Wake up, uncle.”

Seraphine casually tossed aside the now-drained arm and lightly patted Luo Shaotian’s healing cheek.

“The game isn’t over yet…”

“Since you’re not completely dead, then crawl up…”

“—and continue to fight as my s*ave, all the way to the very end~”

“Crack… crack…”

The grating sound of bones rubbing together echoed eerily through the ruins.

The freshly reassembled corpse twitched its fingers spasmodically.

Then, bracing its arms against the ground, that mountain-like body rose unsteadily, accompanied by nauseating sounds of tearing muscle.

The dark red blood-fire burned again.

Only this time, the crimson eyes held less madness—and more dullness.

“Huh? Why does he look so spaced out…?”

Seraphine tilted her head, pouting in dissatisfaction at the somewhat sluggish giant.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she lightly tapped her own head and stuck out her tongue.

“Ah! I almost forgot something important! Magical girl blood has a purification side effect too…
If it ends up cleansing my precious toy, that would be no fun at all.”

“Come on, baby. Kneel.”

She extended a finger and gently hooked it toward Luo Shaotian.

The once-arrogant chosen of Terror now obediently knelt before the少女, lowering his head to the height of her chest.

Seraphine stretched out both hands, tenderly cupping Luo Shaotian’s blood-stained, battered face.

A blush spread across her cheeks, mixed with shyness and extreme excitement.

She slightly turned her head and glanced outside.

The rain poured down. Black clouds pressed low.

The entire world was shrouded in suffocating gloom.

“Heehee… uncle, look—outside, the rain is falling so hard~”

Her voice became thick and moist, laced with breathy sounds that made one’s face heat up.

“In weather like this, the mood is just perfect~”

“Come on… since you don’t want to wake up, then kiss with Lulu and fall completely—into the deepest depths of desire~❤”

They slowly parted their moist cherry-colored lips.

A long tongue that clearly did not belong to a human, glistening with saliva, slowly extended like a serpent’s, inching toward Luo Shaotian’s lips.

The blasphemous ritual was about to complete its final seal.

“—BOOM!!!”

A violent explosion erupted overhead without warning!

The rain stopped—abruptly.

A sound like wind chimes being torn apart.

“No—it’s not that the rain stopped.”

It was the hemispherical tempered-glass dome covering the convention center—

Shattering.

Countless massive shards of glass collapsed at once.

Reflecting the dim light of the sky, they turned into an even sharper, more lethal, yet dazzling “crystal rain,” howling as it fell!

Seraphine’s motion of leaning in to kiss froze instantly.

The frustration of being denied her climax made her cheek twitch slightly.

She slowly retracted her tongue. Her pink eyes narrowed dangerously, murderous intent undisguised, as she looked up.

Amid the falling crystal fragments—
Above the torn gap in the heavens—

A massive steel shadow, trailing two ferocious jets of flame—

Descended from the sky!

“Let go of that man——!!!”

“You b*tch in heat——!!!”