“Anti-human…”
Having finally mustered the courage to clearly see the monster’s full appearance, Gold confirmed its identity.
“No wonder I couldn’t sense any magic…”
Gold bit down hard on the tip of her tongue, the sharp pain mixed with the metallic taste of blood temporarily suppressing the churning in her stomach.
With a trembling hand, she raised her magic wand and chanted softly to herself:
‘Calm Soul!’
Every magical girl had a unique talent magic of her own, and Gold’s talent magic was precisely ‘Word Spirit’!
A gentle golden light sank into her forehead, forcibly dispelling part of the physiological discomfort and fear.
She took a deep breath, channeling nearly all her mental strength at that moment, aiming the wand’s tip once more at the slowly approaching rotten fishman.
Not aiming to kill, just to hinder.
She had to stall until other senior magical girls arrived! She absolutely couldn’t let this monster enter the city!
‘Magic Power Charge · Rapid Fire!’
Three smaller golden light projectiles shot out in a triangular formation, their trajectories a bit erratic, yet accurately flying toward the rotten fishman’s head and chest—this was the most precise maneuver she could manage as a novice right now.
However, the next scene left her completely stunned.
The first light projectile struck the rotten fishman’s eyes, composed of sardine heads, but instead of the expected impact or explosion, it was like the scene on the water surface earlier—the fishman’s skin instantly boiled.
Sizzle—!
The rotten fish bodies writhed and swelled violently, then, with a muffled bang, that two-meter-tall twisted humanoid burst like a punctured balloon.
The sky filled with splattering, viscous dark red rotten flesh and shattered fish bones, the stench reaching its peak as a filthy blood rain poured down on the beach.
“Did… did it work?”
Gold was dazed, her hand holding the wand frozen in midair.
The calming magic’s effect began to waver under the intense shock, an overwhelmingly strong unease rising in her heart.
Too easy… unnaturally easy. From the rough knowledge she had of anti-humans, they definitely weren’t something that could be dealt with in a single strike like this…
Soon, her unease turned into reality.
Those scattered chunks of flesh and fish bones on the ground hadn’t lost their vitality; instead, as if possessing independent consciousness, they began frantically surging and converging toward a central point.
The fusion speed was more than ten times faster than when it devoured the sea fish earlier!
Amid the sticky sounds, a relatively smaller but smoother outline was rapidly forming.
No longer a crude humanoid, but twisting and growing toward something more “complete,” more “approaching human.”
The originally vague head, amid the piling flesh chunks, suddenly revealed a blood-red face with blurred features, yet distinctly bearing human contours!
That face had no eyes, only two deep cavities; the mouth was a split seam, crammed with tiny, still-writhing fish teeth.
It “looked” at Gold.
It was a hunting intent clearer and more targeted than the previous pure malice, like icy steel needles ruthlessly piercing into Gold’s mind, which had just been stabilized by magic.
It was growing! It was learning! It was adapting to the magical attack and becoming more “human”!
“Ugh!”
Gold let out a muffled groan, the Word Spirit magic’s effect teetering from the terrifying mental assault, fear surging back like a tide, even colder and more piercing.
That newborn rotten aggregate with a human face stepped forward on “legs” twisted from countless fish tails.
Its movements were no longer sluggish, even carrying a eerie fluidity, charging straight at Gold with speed that left only afterimages!
“Sister Gu! Watch out!”
The orange cat shrieked sharply, spreading her wings and flinging a blob of pure magic forward in an attempt to interfere.
But the magic vanished the moment it touched the rotten fishman.
It simply vanished—not bounced off or absorbed.
Gold rolled to the side almost on instinct, swinging her wand at the same time and hastily firing a beam of magical light.
The beam struck the monster’s shoulder, blasting off a small clump of filth, but it only caused a slight pause—the damaged spot immediately surged with new rotten flesh to fill it.
And its “arm”—a thick tentacle twisted from countless fish bones and sticky flesh—was already sweeping in with a foul wind!
Clang—!!!
Gold blocked with her magic wand, but the enormous force was something she couldn’t withstand at all; the wand flew from her hand, embedding far away in the beach.
The loss of her weapon became the final straw breaking the camel’s back, and the Word Spirit magic failed completely.
The orange cat bit down hard on her collar, dragging her backward, but Gold’s legs were limp, her eyes filled only with that blood-red, blurred human face drawing closer and closer.
With the Word Spirit magic’s effect completely gone, the resurging fear felt like it was squeezing her heart, robbing her of her last bit of strength and will to resist.
“It’s over…”
She closed her eyes, her mind automatically conjuring the scene of herself being corroded by that indescribable mass of flesh and blood.
Squelch—!
The sound of flesh tearing followed.
But the expected agony didn’t come; instead, there was a strange sensation on her face—a warm, slightly viscous liquid had just splashed onto it.
Am I dead?
No, it doesn’t seem like it.
It doesn’t hurt at all.
Could it be…
Gold’s trembling hand reached for her face.
—That wasn’t her blood.
Gold slowly opened her eyes in disbelief.
The first thing she saw was a splatter of dark green liquid on her golden skirt and white stockings.
Then, she saw the back blocking her front.
Pitch-black, tall, covered in cold, hard, and ferocious biological armor. The hook-shaped scarlet compound eyes were angled toward her, currently locked dead ahead.
And in front of that back, the rotten fishman that had just exuded an unstoppable hunting aura, with its human face—its sweeping tentacle arm had been neatly severed, leaving only constantly writhing rotten flesh attempting to regenerate, along with a massive spray of foul-smelling dark red bodily fluid.
What had severed it was a section of chilling, gleaming ferocious bone blade ejected from the black monster’s arm.
On the blade’s edge, drops of green blood belonging to this black monster still dripped.
On the rotten fishman’s blood-red human face, the split mouth opened, emitting a cacophonous screech.
The piercing noise drilled into Gold’s eardrums; she reached out to cover her ears, but touched a warm smear, and then, that tormenting noise inexplicably vanished.
But the black monster—that is, Li Chi transformed into Amazon Omega, or rather Dark Fang—showed no reaction to it.
He didn’t turn back to glance at the magical girl slumped on the ground, as if her existence was merely an irrelevant background.
His scarlet compound eyes reflected only the prey ahead.
The next second, he moved.
The purest, most savage, most bloodthirsty beast extended his fangs and claws toward the prey before him.
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