Chapter 991: Saving This Decaying World!

"I surrender! I surrender!" he cried out in agony.

The onlookers were stunned as they watched the opponent flee in disarray, scrambling everywhere to escape the magical girl's attacks. It was the first time they had witnessed such a situation. Indeed, it was the smartest choice for the vein boy to give up immediately. He had already used all his strength but still felt utterly humiliated, overwhelmed by the visually appealing yet incredibly awkward move names and incantations. Who could endure such a thing? No one's pride could withstand it.

"Hmph, you coward! One may lose, but one must never surrender. Defeat is temporary; cowardice is eternal," Viola said gravely as she put away her staff, looking at the surrendering vein boy. "I feel a witch forming in your heart..."

A witch forming in my heart? The vein boy was utterly bewildered, his mind a blank, even wondering if a witch truly was forming within him.

Meanwhile, the crowd whispered amongst themselves. "How can this move have such power? It doesn't align with the logic of actions or techniques. Normally, casting spells like this would be too cumbersome and redundant, but..."

"What is this 'witch' she speaks of?"

"I don't know."

"Born from the heart? Is it some kind of evil emotional entity?"

"Does this civilization cultivate emotions from the human heart? Yes, I sense that her power somewhat resembles the power derived from human emotions."

They whispered around, silently analyzing. After all, combat was meant to test potential.

"May I ask, what were those lines you were reciting?" the Black Sludge Wizard couldn't help but ask.

"Those are magic incantations," Viola replied with a profound expression, as if stating the obvious. "How can one cast magic without reciting the incantations? Defeating witches and practicing incantations are the only ways to save the world. To be honest... a new Witch's Night is coming, and countless witches will appear..."

The assembled deities were perplexed. They grew even more confused. If their cultivation levels were lower, they might have believed her! But from their perspective, it was the most ludicrous thing imaginable. Could one cast spells simply by reciting incantations and moving one's mouth?

The fundamental source of powerful combat ability was the application of mental energy and bloodline power. They had never heard of any supernatural system where merely reciting lines with one's mouth could align with the laws of the universe and grant immense combat prowess.

"Ahem, who's next?" Blue Arman, having seen this before, was unsurprised. He scanned the surroundings and, as expected, other powerful beings wore the same peculiar expressions he had initially.

However, they then turned to look at him, gradually revealing strange gazes, as if seeing a pervert. After all, with no one misleading her, how could this child, barely a teenager, so confidently recite such awkward lines while fighting? And what were those nonsensical incantations she was chanting?

"Why are you all looking at me? You should be looking at Viola, the protagonist! What a splendid and extraordinary victory! Anyway, who's next?" Blue Arman snorted, looking around.

He was actually quite embarrassed and speechless internally. He thought, 'I certainly didn't teach her this; these dancing moves are inherent to this civilization.'

But Viola considered it perfectly normal. She had received the legacy of a magical girl, complete with various magic incantations. The lavish golden magic staff, with its embedded magic core, had passed on this heritage to her, including all the lines and action spells, allowing her to master so many powerful techniques! The stronger the technique, the longer the incantation.

In the players' words, this was a script, directed by a director! Without a script or a director guiding the actions and lines, how could one be a competent actor? If one didn't fit the image perceived by beings, how could one serve as an incense deity and wield power? It was like a Buddha statue in a temple; to receive offerings and incense from beings, one must conform to their impressions and perform corresponding actions.

"Is there anyone willing to step forward?" the Sludge Wizard asked, looking around. Everyone fell silent, gazing at the magical girl with her staff, feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

"Since she's so powerful, there's no need to follow the normal, progressive procedure. How about a Sixth-tier combatant steps in directly?" the Black Sludge Wizard then suggested with a sinister smile. The modified apprentice he had sent was already very strong among Fifth-tier individuals, and his defeat proved that the little girl's power was indeed mysterious. Although her fighting style seemed awkward and illogical for combat, its potency was undeniable.

From the Seventh-tier Sky Emperor level onwards, it became impossible to fight across tiers. This was because each realm began to ascend in dimension, and the gap widened with each subsequent tier. However, below the Sixth-tier, fighting above one's level was still possible.

"A direct jump to Sixth-tier? That's fine," Blue Arman said.

"Who among you will go?" the Black Wizard asked, smiling.

This time, after exchanging glances, someone stepped forward. It was a red-skinned Lizardman, who, steeling himself, said, "Please guide me."

"Please guide me," Viola replied solemnly, raising her staff high. She made the first move, slowly floating upwards. "Key that conceals the power of inner hope, reveal your true strength before me! Viola, who made a pact with you, commands you! Power slumbering in my left hand... Seal release!"

The Lizardman warrior fell silent. So there was a seal... that hadn't been released yet? However, his gaze became utterly serious and solemn. The combat power of this female being was clearly greater than before. She had even changed her clothes, clearly a new combat form. But what did it mean that the more powerful the form, the less clothing she wore? He didn't dwell on these questions, though. His willingness to step forward to fight proved he didn't care about such things; as a serious and diligent warrior, his only focus was the battle itself.

Viola fully transformed. Her staff swung wildly, unleashing countless light bullets as she softly chanted:

"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death, in battle with the witches. I shall take no husband, hold no lands, claim no gods. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness, the watchman on the walls, the fire that guards against evil, the bane of the dawn witches, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the magical girls, for this night and all nights to come."

She raised her staff high, and endless radiance poured down. "Magical Girl, Transform—Modified!"

The Lizardman opposite became completely serious, filled with awe. "It seems you are worthy of my serious attention." He thought that this magical girl's civilization must have suffered an unimaginable catastrophe, and such a small girl was shouldering such a heavy responsibility...

Meanwhile, the powerful beings secretly observing were slightly taken aback. They exchanged glances, their expressions growing more serious. At first, they had found it awkward, but now, a strange sense of inspiration suddenly took hold. This young girl of her civilization, they realized, might truly be burdened by a great deal.

The new battle began.

"You are a brave warrior," the Lizardman said, now fully committed. His fighting style was extremely concise, honed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Instantly, they clashed, trading blows.

"Take this!" Viola slowly rose. "Witches, what have they given us? Only suffering, only sorrow, only death, only despair. This is a day of decay and corruption, a day of all things perishing, a day of utter destruction. Witch's Night is coming, and we must ignite this world with hope. She shall crumble and perish in the flames of our hatred, and our future shall transform into colorful petals scattering upon the fallen earth. I shall renew this ancient world with pale fire!"

"Bloom forth, Spear of Witch's Judgment!" Her staff swung and descended with a crash, and for a moment, the Lizardman seemed to be weighed down by an immense force.

All present revealed a hint of shock. "Law, it's the power of Law..."

"No wonder this magical girl's movements are so bizarre and don't conform to combat principles; it's because she's using... Law."

"Fifth-tier, wielding the power of Law... In my knowledge, only a few powerful Ninth-tier civilization systems can achieve this... Is it that fallen Ninth-tier beings passed on their Laws in some form?"

"Perhaps this girl received a legacy. Is it the 'witch legacy' she spoke of?"

"Or perhaps this civilization is inherently a spark of some power, forming a 'divine personality' passed down through generations. If so, then this civilization's system is quite unique."

Several powerful beings exchanged glances. Possessing Law meant a mortal could wield the power of a deity; there was no need to continue the fight.

Suddenly, the combat ceased.

"Let's discuss and analyze the battle footage we just witnessed," said the beings responsible for the assessment, turning to deliberate. Viola could only sit and wait.

Meanwhile, many people gathered around, their faces filled with shock and awe. "Witch's Night, you keep mentioning it. What exactly is it?" At this moment, a hundred-year-old deity, one of the two deep-blue beings' apprentices, couldn't help but ask.

"Witch's Night is a tidal night when witches converge and erupt, with large numbers of them appearing and causing disasters. I must fight against them," Viola explained, drawing from her inherited memories.

The surrounding beings gathered closer, their faces full of admiration.

"But you'll be safe here; there won't be a Witch's Night," someone said.

Viola shook her head. "That's impossible... Witches and magical girls are natural enemies. As long as I appear here, witches will also appear here, causing disaster."

Everyone was startled. Witches would appear here too? Was this civilization so strange?

"Yes, Viola, the burden on your shoulders, as the girl destined to become the strongest magical girl in history, is unimaginable," said Bikku, who was nearby.

Viola turned, murmuring, "By the way, what kind of person was the strongest magical girl in history?"

Bikku replied, "Madoka Kaname. All our magic originates from her... Her Law of Cycles is the strongest source of magic, possessing immense power capable of altering the order of the universe and interfering with all timelines across all universes... She once redeemed all witches across all timelines, fundamentally eliminated the dark evil deep within human hearts, and prevented the tragedy of witches."

Everyone became absorbed in their history.

"And the Magical Girls derive their power from the light of hope in human hearts. As long as the power of human hearts remains, we will not be destroyed," Bikku declared, invigorated.

Those nearby were also moved.

"Go, Magical Girl!"

"You can do it!"

At this moment, the red-skinned Lizardman who had just fought stepped forward. In truth, if no other powerful beings had intervened, he would have died from that Law-infused attack; it was a power on a different level. However, he harbored no resentment. It was merely the law of the jungle. As a proud warrior, he felt no shame and was even touched by the girl's actions.

The Lizardman couldn't help but ask, "Can I become a magical girl and fight alongside you? To embrace the light of hope and renew this old world with pale fire?"