Magical Girl Hyacinth's certain mention of the possibility of large-scale Disaster Beast attacks couldn't be ignored by anyone, but indeed there were no additional warning signals.
Not only did she think so—the accompanying Church members were all on high alert.
Hibiscus explained: "No wonder you didn't detect them, because essentially it's not Disaster Beasts attacking. To be precise, it's a large group appearing at the Fallen Zone's periphery, and their magical power resonating with each other has expanded the infection storm's range. More bluntly, the Fallen Zone is increasing."
"So this also caused frontline monitoring equipment to be obstructed because erosive magical power advanced further, right?" Bull had a sudden realization.
"Right, they're coming."
"I'm increasingly convinced of your intelligence. May I ask where these experiences come from?"
"It's no secret—we've just conducted several deep-sea hunts, often penetrating Fallen Zones and thus recording many phenomena. Of course, Magical Girls have stronger perception—this aspect isn't easily learned."
The Church frequently appearing in Disaster Beast-prone areas wasn't secret.
Setting aside collective actions with Hermit Island, daily external missions in small groups were numerous, with excess materials flowing into the market, which would always leave traces.
What truly concerned high command was that regardless of how the Magical Girl Organization was before, it was becoming increasingly systematized, filling gaps in organization, discipline, and training quality. What difference was there from an army? A bunch of violent thugs gathering together to be brave and fierce didn't matter, but when such a gang began strictly unifying, that was terrifying. Now the Church's battlefield awareness was faintly surpassing the New Allied Forces.
Bull answered: "You embarrass us. Please rest assured, leave it to us to handle—consider it an appetizer before the formal campaign."
Roar!
Just as he finished speaking, Disaster Beast roars were already echoing across the sea. Several flying types appeared in the sky, diving at speeds comparable to cruise missiles—truly undetectable without attention.
Careful observation revealed many were wounded, some simply missing chunks of wings.
"Something happened in the Fallen Zone that frightened them into fleeing—most likely powerful Disaster Beasts preying on weaker ones." Hibiscus murmured.
"Open fire, shoot them all down—"
Bull's command made the entire Hawaii base's anti-aircraft firepower rattle with tongues of flame. Rain fell upward from ground to sky, tearing flesh and blood, blood splattering in mid-air. Seeing this, the Magical Girls raised barriers to avoid being bathed in Disaster Beast blood, but this also meant enemy numbers weren't small.
Alarms rose another degree, sharp sounds beating eardrums as everyone moved to intercept the new batch of Disaster Beasts.
The sea surface suddenly showed several white spray patterns, faster than speedboats, actually catching a flaw and penetrating the outer fleet's defensive formation.
How was this possible?
Never before had swimming speeds this fast been observed in Disaster Beasts!
People clearly saw dorsal fins exposed in the waves, followed by gaping maws roaring, bloody smell permeating. The opponents were in groups of dozens, seemingly fantasizing about feasting, wishing to devour all flesh and blood in sight.
Suddenly a thick shadow crossed the sea surface, sweeping them up with a light motion.
A python body comparable to North American giant sequoias packaged the targets in one breath, bending into an arc forming a noose, slowly contracting with tooth-aching crunching sounds. With a splurt, blood gushed as bones turned to powder—that seemingly casual motion had force exceeding hydraulic presses.
"My mission during negotiations is not allowing any enemy to approach Hermit Island. Swaying before my eyes is seeking death."
"Dragon's Breath!"
The World Serpent raised its head and chest, throat steaming with hissing heat before suddenly erupting. Flowing flames covered the sea surface along with Disaster Beasts' agonized screaming, though lasting only seconds before completely melting—showing terrifying temperatures. Origin power under Jin Yulu's application underwent qualitative change, also able to defeat enemies like flames. This scene of burning sky and boiling sea made base defenders slightly stunned.
Top Magical Girls were indeed extraordinary, still unfathomable. Moreover, recent intelligence showed the Salvation Church still preserved powerful combat strength, always keeping people guessing.
After brief chaos, Hawaii's defensive line immediately organized counterattacks.
Unorganized, undisciplined Disaster Beasts charging blindly learned what systematic warfare meant—three-dimensional killing from sea, land, and air caused heavy losses.
Almost suicide.
They weren't just driven by hunting desire but fear of the black mist behind them in the Fallen Zone.
Bull's cold gaze swept over this batch of wastefully lost Disaster Beasts, snorting coldly: "Old-era warfare had a saying—make soldiers fear officers more than enemies, then they'll attack. Lady Hyacinth, your judgment was correct. Something tragic and inhuman definitely happened inside—mass devouring."
"Should we wait and see, then pick the fruit?"
"No, meaningless. Total magical power remains unchanged—it'll just gather toward stronger individuals, making them harder to fight later."
"By the way, the Disaster Beasts just encountered were Corrosive Seagulls and Double-toothed Swordfish. You haven't seen them before, don't worry—my illustrated guide has detailed introductions."
As if responding to Hibiscus's words, nearby Croft gestured indicating the guide indeed had records. Even they were amazed—intelligence advantage completely belonged to the Magical Girls, while the army was half a beat slow when facing sudden attacks.
The guide even detailed approximate speeds and weak points—hand-holding instruction.
They were completely speechless. You call this intelligence? More like a group of scientists who'd lived in Fallen Zones for years compiling literature, leaning toward comprehensive research rather than military objectives—covering everything in detail.
"Report, Chairman." Sid reminded: "Frontend detected more Disaster Beasts about to arrive. Ready for interception."
"Quick resolution."
Nan Zhiyi re-raised the transaction content: "Can we start transporting supplies now? We're also pressed for time—the Church needs to scout Fallen Zone peripheries."
"Of course, all supplies in northern Port Area 2 can be given to you, but hurry—handover is very tight. If it can't be done quickly, I suggest delaying a bit..." However, Bull didn't finish before falling silent, because this scene was indeed unquestionable:
Magical Girl Dandelion snapped her fingers, and broad daylight suddenly became brilliantly star-studded.
A huge moon slowly descended from the heavens, with a snow-white surface and crater traces virtually identical, then it captured containers like catching meteorites.
Gravity?
Small Universe manifested through celestial bodies and achieved corresponding effects. Now Growth Stage Nan Zhiyi could precisely control the moon, trigger partial solar wind, and her long-preserved Jupiter control ability known to no one except her childhood friend.
Under the gaze of thousands at Hawaii base, this moon absorbed a heap of containers, stuck them to its surface, and disappeared into Hermit Island's clouds.
Nan Zhiyi used the Domain-type strongest magic's might to respond to Bull's request, leaving him speechless.
That slightly barbed so-called "quickly move supplies" was annoying. Since you'd already reached agreement with Hibiscus, she wouldn't be polite. So under everyone's gaze, the moon celestial body absorbed a section of port containers and flew toward Hermit Island.
"Well done, hahaha—"
When passing Jin Yulu, she laughed loudly without restraint, even playfully shrinking to coil on the moon's surface like a guardian stone beast.
Even normally serious Nan Zhiyi was amused, lightly covering her mouth corner: "Don't fool around."
The Salvation Church's number two figure's casual action of moving large quantities of supplies made Bull spread his hands, signaling subordinates to go along with it—it was part of the transaction. To truly discuss who gained more, the military profited considerably. Moreover, long-term cooperation between both sides needn't be divided too cleanly.
Regarding practical capability, they believed ancient Holy Relics could still maintain balance, but had to admit powerful magic's visual effects were maxed out, indeed easily creating deterrent pressure.
Rumble!
Explosion clouds rose from the distant horizon, adding tension. Even Hibiscus shaded her eyes to look.
"You've already engaged Disaster Beasts from the extended Fallen Zone?"
Bull answered: "Yes, large amounts of long-range firepower are stored here. After all, distance equals survival rate, especially in complex marine environments. Honestly, no amount of equipment is safe because we're fighting away games. Once losses occur, it's by ship units, greatly impacting morale and threatening organization. Same as fighting in Arctic ice and snow during catastrophe war—never encountered favorable environments."
"Doesn't this precisely show Allied Forces have always kept enemies outside national gates? Because you did well, Disaster Beasts couldn't penetrate inland."
"...Thank you for understanding, but we've already had failures. For instance, Pacific small island nations like Nauru and Easter Island have long fallen, with civilians who couldn't evacuate in time under Disaster Beast rule—prospects are grim."
"Hey, young man, don't arrogantly take blame on yourself—that was during my term." Croft said seriously: "And I will personally make up for this mistake."
The two looked directly at each other and nodded—they wanted to reclaim what was once lost.
Though the New Allied Forces were products of infighting and compromise, they carried both sides' historical inheritance. What was lost must be retaken. Small scale, it was obsession; large scale, blazing trails for civilization.
"I believe you can do it, but the Church has delayed long enough and must return quickly to begin reconnaissance."
Hibiscus waved her hand.
With this signal, Jin Ruochu, Anri Sakagami, Minase Kaori, the Ruan sisters, and others who'd been conversing all smiled and bid farewell.
Bull watched several people step onto the dock as mist dispersed, about to take over.
The Magical Girls left as decisively as they came, without dragging—heroic and spirited atmosphere, seemingly always hurrying to the next battlefield, full of vigor.
"Lady Hyacinth, I have a feeling: the world will belong to you all sooner or later." He suddenly laughed heartily into the sea breeze: "Please rest assured, this isn't that narrow threatening perspective of power holders, but history's curtain opening before me—I can't help but acknowledge it. Wish you martial fortune, Salvation Church."
"Chairman, I'm very pleased with this negotiation. You showed much more authenticity than last time—very temperamental."
"I'll take that as praise."
"To show gratitude, the Church will present a gift."
Before Bull could inquire further, the group stepped into Hermit Island's clouds, and that massive shadow immediately departed Hawaii. But momentum-wise, it didn't seem like farewell—conversely, heading straight toward Fallen Zone extensions to charge.
Origin pressure aura unique to Magical Girls crossed waves, tearing thunderclouds. Any flying Disaster Beasts colliding were immediately torn to shreds.
Hermit Island carried massive kinetic energy forward unstoppably, wind seeming to carry battle cries with explosions.
Though base personnel couldn't see the scene clearly, they could confirm both sides engaged in slaughter. Earth-shattering, ground-shaking—the fully armed Salvation Church maintained the great navigation era's "fight on sight" spirit. Retreat? Nonexistent. Frontal killing matched consistent style. That island phantom wrapped in bloody wind and rain actually dispersed the dark clouds.
Their valor, passion, and grandeur were fully displayed. White spray wake lines enduring long on the Pacific represented a conquest path, like a spear piercing the target.
Whoosh!
A meteorite smashed into the forward combat zone, declaring white-hot intensity—those familiar killing moves right before their eyes.
Not only that, cold harsh winds and earthquakes that hadn't stopped since earlier reminded people of the recent Los Angeles Disaster Beast battle, so the Church either absorbed new combat power or had new main forces.
About 20 minutes later, the sea surface gradually calmed.
Hawaii Island audiences weren't surprised—given the Magical Girls' violent offensive, even they would find it hard to resist.
The messenger said: "Report, forward reconnaissance aircraft confirmed all small groups of Disaster Beasts from this spillover completely eliminated. Infection factors from extended Fallen Zone are contracting."
Bull answered: "Wrap up, just maintain surveillance."
Command leadership including him greatly trusted Salvation Church combat strength. Had to admit Magical Girl Hyacinth's so-called gift was indeed hardcore—without a word, directly helping Hawaii base settle this round of Disaster Beast attacks.
Drawing swords to help when seeing injustice—for them, at most treating it as a training battle to adapt in advance.
Looking far into the distance, clouds gradually thinned beyond the coastline, sky bright and brilliant. Golden rays pierced clouds, illuminating Hermit Island. That giant figure disappeared into waves moving forward unstoppably, leaving only a back refusing to turn around, heading toward more distant Fallen Zones. What kind of will drove such great undertakings? Their minds full of scheming might no longer understand.
"Everyone—"
Josh raised her right hand, drawing attention before saying: "My aide has reached Kunlun Mountain and can attempt awakening Pharmacist."
Everyone's eyes brightened. Having witnessed the Salvation Church's unrivaled posture, they felt blocked up. With one ancient Holy Relic plus several code-level participants, it would definitely be enough to turn the situation around.
Bull nodded: "Maintain progress. We'll hurry to replenish supplies. Also, conduct new investigations based on maps to clarify Disaster Beast riots."
"Finally, don't think we'll only fight when ready. Like today, slaughter has already begun."
"Do you all understand?"
Looking around, everyone saluted loudly: "Always ready."
From this moment, the Pacific Theater centered on Hawaii Island deployed troops, even drawing elite forces from various places to gather here. Grand war was continuously brewing.
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Deep in the Fallen Zone, waves were blood-stained, countless Disaster Beast corpses floating—even for them, this was forbidden territory.
On land the ruler named "Departure Island," several evolved Disaster Beasts with certain intelligence stood atop mountain peaks. Under a red-eyed gray wolf's leadership, they crouched here observing distant sea changes.
Roar!
Deep roars accompanied gnawing. A large group of crab-shaped Disaster Beasts were feasting heartily.
Their size was no less than 3 meters, most notably claws comparable to their bodies—obviously huge to the point of discord yet not losing balance, eight legs nimbly galloping on neighboring island shallows. Meeting those unlucky ones stunned by high-tier Disaster Beast pressure meant a round of gnawing. Even living strugglers couldn't resist that heavy armor.
Too unfair—ordinary Disaster Beasts relied entirely on fur plus Origin to endure, while you were born with armor, body structure full of pressure-resistance and impact elements.
Even local Disaster Beasts had to sigh: this broken Fallen Zone finally produced another bunch of monsters through internal competition.
"Doggy, how's the situation?"
"Our island master's brain isn't good, challenging the entire hegemony group. Also don't call me that name—it's Gray Wolf King."
"But the island master ordered us to address you this way."
Mentioning the red-haired girl figure, Doggy's whole fur stood on end with a shiver. Obviously tropical regions yet so cold—only showed that lady's pressure was too terrifying. What difference from these beachhead gnawers? Absolutely a monster.
Last time it finally offered the roasting method circulating among humans, but the island master didn't like it, loving only raw meat and blood plus combat throughout life, claiming therapeutic fitness methods.
A madman using a tiny territory to flip the table on countless Disaster Beasts—didn't you know how to write "death"?
Super Disaster Beasts ruling regions long-term weren't just built on countless kindred blood and flesh but also exquisite combat instincts. From purely killing perspective, undoubtedly high-level creatures. Origin strong enough to stir weather phenomena—absolutely not existences ordinary challengers could shake. Moreover, forces were vast, possessing countless leaders and vanguards.
"Where is she?"
According to plan, regardless of whether Magical Girl Tulip could defeat the hegemon, she'd return to Departure Island to rest, with tamed Disaster Beasts responsible for support.
So far, not a human shadow on the beach.
The combat zone was precisely that crimson island, now with thunderclouds roaring wildly, lightning thicker than coconut trees connecting heaven and earth, occasionally flying mountaintops with high-tier Disaster Beast roars mixed in... battle conditions still unclear.
"Must we really support that mad glutton? Better if she doesn't come back."
Gray Wolf glared: "You underestimate the island master's significance. Once losing superior pressure, the entire island will fall into chaos then be taken advantage of—total annihilation."
Between Fallen Zone islands, pressures and different attribute erosive magical power accumulated over years made mutual interference difficult—provided no internal chaos.
Magical Girl Tulip brought rare order to this island. As beneficiaries, they must maintain it.
They totaled 3 Disaster Beasts evolved with intelligence. In terms of combat power, only Gray Wolf compared to vanguard level—after all, for Disaster Beasts, brains and combat power didn't necessarily evolve together. Important was understanding speech to gain island master's favor, becoming "chat companions" and support teams.
Leader Gray Wolf plus an otter and parrot.
Together comparable to Boss Disaster Beast, but real mission was transporting large quantities of magical coconuts, dried tumor meat, and clean water. These things, soaked in Fallen Zones long, naturally possessed magical healing effects. Also one secret of local Disaster Beast strength—equally useful for Magical Girls. If something went wrong, at least let the island master catch a few more breaths, leave final words...
Boom!
Suddenly a golden ray exploded on the horizon, clouds scattered, waves receded exposing seabeds, hurricanes swept faces revealing ground with bare rock.
Under dark sky shrouding, the crimson island seemed to rise a sun illuminating all things.
Meanwhile, enduring blue arcs entwined a rock over 10 meters diameter, accelerating spirally with vigor, stirring and wrapping magnetic force to construct a shell.
Both sides' pressure clashed first, blue and orange substantialized magical power became barriers squeezing each other. Island earthquakes frequent, seabeds rising, all beasts prostrating.
"Damn, about to use ultimate moves." The parrot was greatly alarmed.
"Be careful everyone. Whether island master or that dead crab, neither holds back. Shockwaves coming—"
Blinding light tore through all phenomena.
Thud!
A heavy hammer fell between heaven and earth, spreading from their energy collision center, broadcasting outward. That impact made oceans lose waves, life dare not breathe, wind usurped to leave only roaring shockwaves, direct killing range sweeping 40 kilometers radius. Even the most foolish Disaster Beasts felt hearts tighten—the key moment had come.
Departure Island's ruler challenged the regional hegemon's stronghold, same as Disaster Beasts fighting over territory for years, but today's commotion was extraordinary.
Would the hegemon position of that invincible, super-destructive force change hands?
From the 40 square kilometer explosion's inner circle outward, both sides' oppressive magical power transmitted toward 100 kilometers, 200 kilometers. From satellite perspective, a storm eye rose in the South Pacific, countless ordinary Disaster Beasts fled in terror. They understood superior life was conducting life-or-death arena battles, caring nothing for aftereffects—must quickly distance themselves, otherwise post-battle territory scrambles by subordinates would also cause turmoil.
Every corner creature in Fallen Zones had awareness.
Disaster Beasts were renowned for powerful Origin vitality, especially sensitive to kindred perception, realizing massive changes.
"Aohou—"
After smoke cleared, a mountain-sized shell creature climbed atop crimson island's peak on 16 pairs of legs, waving sky-blocking claws roaring toward heaven. Though armor was scorched black, life aura didn't diminish at all—the victor was obvious.
"In nature, there's no win-lose, only life-death. You kept your position, I'm still alive too. Fight again when free—I'll eat you before going out."
The cold girl's voice echoed through heavens, then the support team witnessed a lightning ray crash onto the beach.
They scrambled over, rolling and crawling: "Island Master, you..."
Just as everyone was about to inquire, they fell silent. Even Disaster Beasts accustomed to bloody scenes felt chills down their backs:
Magical Girl Tulip showed no trace of human appearance. Upper body charcoal-black and carbonized, steaming without a patch of good skin, features blurred and unclear, that signature flowing red hair completely gone. More terrifying was from the waist down—only flowing blood and dried organs remained, just wounds there—clearly bisected.
"Fool, why single-handedly challenge their home field plus subordinates?"
Gray Wolf sensed no life force, witnessing firsthand the so-called Armor Cannon high-tier Disaster Beast's power. Plus its numerous subordinates' damage left no room for luck.
"You're wrong, Island Master. It was his complete victory, and you will die."
"Doggy, you're wrong." The human charcoal said heartily: "Give me magnetic regeneration!"