Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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Boom——!

A figure blended seamlessly into the night, leaping down from the building and blocking their path. The dark-skinned magical girl wielded a weapon resembling an ascetic's staff, which she spun into an invisible shield, deflecting all the bullets and protecting the boy and girl behind her.

This magical girl looks like a monk; perhaps in her religiously-influenced life, being a monk is the ideal image for her.

“(Captain, it’s your turn.)” Williams sent the message through his teeth on the channel while maintaining the suppressive fire.

Bang!

The scattered projectiles hit the spinning staff and were naturally deflected away.

Rebecca swaggered out of the cover and, under the cover of her teammates' fire, walked step by step toward the enemy's magical girl.

One shot, two shots, three shots—the M870's bullets were quickly exhausted. Rebecca decisively discarded the gun she had brought just for fun and took out the Soul Gem from her ring.

The Soul Gem dressed her the instant she landed. She was the only one not wearing tactical gear. After transforming, her loose T-shirt became a large OVZE leather jacket, which covered her hot pants, leaving her pair of strong, muscular thighs exposed to the air.

What peeked out from the loose sleeves wasn't a pair of pale, white hands, but a pair of red and blue metal gauntlets that looked bigger than Rebecca's head.

This is her proudest weapon.

"Oh!"

With a large stride, the girl, whose height was about the same as the boy soldiers, crossed the fifteen-meter distance between them and arrived in front of the magical girl holding the staff.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The other person saw Rebecca rush towards them, but had no time to react.

Rebecca's right red fist erupted with a burst of high-temperature steam.

“Amen, or Allah? It doesn’t matter anymore.” Rebecca’s eyes met the other person’s. “Farewell, little girl.”

The uppercut passed through the gap created by the spinning staff, striking the opponent squarely in the chin. Then, as if hit in the head by a shotgun blast, the magical girl's head instantly exploded into a watermelon-like shape, fragments of her skull flying into the air like bullets. Next, the blue fist gripped the opponent's right upper arm, the one adorned with the Soul Gem, and squeezed it tightly.

Steam erupted from the pressure relief valve of the blue fist, and the opponent's arm, along with the Soul Gem, was crushed into pieces.

"High-risk target eliminated, continue forward." Rebecca turned her head away, dodging the bullets fired at her by the desperate young soldier, like a demon falling from the sky.

No explanation is needed.

The girl with twin ponytails revealed a chilling, sinister smile, and her red and blue fists erupted with even more intense steam.

She is a demon.

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 583 Good Evening~

“(The mansion is surrounded.)” Williams said. “(We await your command.)”

“(Break in.)” Rebecca said.

After Rebecca transformed, the swarm of drones and other special forces soldiers seemed to lose their presence.

Although three shots per target is already a highly efficient way to clear the field, and the fact that they could kill the boy soldiers without hesitation was beyond the expectations of the armed forces, what truly terrified the enemy was the red and blue fists trapped in the enemy ranks.

Rebecca grabbed an adult soldier by the head, and with a little force from her red fist, the man's head exploded like a water balloon.

She grabbed the headless corpses and flung them forward at the terrified yet fearless young soldiers.

The flying corpses obstructed their firing angle. Rebecca used the corpses as cover to reach one of the boy soldiers. The blue fists pounded into her body with all their might. Yes, it was a girl, thin and small, without clothes on. She must have just been doing something unspeakable with her superior. She hadn't had time to put on her clothes before jumping out of the dark corridor with her AK and being punched into a bloody mess.

Rebecca glanced down into the dark corridor beside her. A middle-aged man in military uniform was hurriedly pulling up his trousers. When he saw the look Rebecca was giving him, he was so frightened that he sat down on the floor.

"Tch, you scumbag pedophile." Rebecca curled her lip, raised her fist, and punched him in the groin.

"ah------!"

Fearful screams echoed through the night sky, but tonight they could not stir up any trouble.

Rebecca kicked the man in the neck, slightly reducing her force so as not to smash his head. The muscles connecting his head and body were instantly torn apart, and his head, along with his cervical vertebrae that resembled a small tail, flew off.

The man felt a lightness in his body, and the last image he saw in his life was the girl's firm, fleshy thighs and headless body.

The airborne troops quickly advanced into the building from all directions, and the vast majority of the armed forces withdrew into this last stronghold.

Rebecca was less efficient than her subordinates.

But those iron fists, stained with brains and blood, each punch like a cannonball hitting a human body, exploding into a bloody spray with a bang, became the totem of the devil, deeply engraved in the minds of these people.

Three boy soldiers lined up on the stairs, carrying Kalashnikovs that were clearly the wrong size, and kept firing at the people below. The bullets were completely inaccurate, but they blocked the way up.

“(They flew leaves.)” Williams said.

“(Ah, I can tell, it's his old profession after all.)” Rebecca coldly curled her lip. “(Even if their limbs are severed, they won't feel pain; the brain, influenced by the powder and leaves, will secrete adrenaline to keep them moving...)”

She pointed at Williams, then at herself.

"(But we're not in a position to say anything good about them either.)"

Whether it's the Soul Gem or the hormone-regulating nanorobots developed based on the Soul Gem, they are nothing more than more advanced leaves, and nothing more than more advanced products.

"(Alright, enough with the sentimentality, they need to reload.)"

Rebecca heard the sound of an empty gun going out and instantly rushed out of cover. A gap appeared in the firepower of the three AKs, and she squeezed through it, punching the boy soldier on the left who was still firing, tearing open a larger gap. Her remaining teammates followed closely behind and killed the other two boy soldiers.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis arose, prompting Rebecca to turn to the side.

Her oversized hoodie was unzipped, brazenly revealing her shapely figure beneath a tank top and the Soul Gem hanging at her waist.

A bullet grazed her waist, flying past the gleaming stone.

"Holy crap! A sniper! He's trying to shoot my Soul Gem!" Rebecca, still shaken, ducked into cover.

If that shot really hits, it could be fatal!

Then another shot was fired, and about five meters away from Rebecca, a little girl fell down. Her head split in two like a monster from Resident Evil and drooped to the side, like a big flower. But she wasn't a monster; she was dead.

He was probably mistaken for an enemy and killed by mistake. Is that really the case?

The entire corridor was lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, making it the perfect sniping spot for a sniper, but for them, it was impossible to move an inch.

That sniper was clearly no ordinary person; the ability to accurately identify Rebecca and aim at her Soul Stone in the dark is astounding, even with night vision goggles. It's quite possible he just killed that little girl on a whim.

Then, gunshots rang out almost every second.

The number of swarm drones dwindled until they eventually disappeared completely.

"(Alex, are you on the other side yet?)"

"(We're in position, but there's a section between us and the target that exposes our line of sight, and we don't know how many snipers are there. You don't want us to risk our lives, do you?)"

“(Of course not, our lives are precious.)” Rebecca laughed and scolded.

She was telling the truth. As commodities, the price of their lives was determined by those above them. The eight special forces soldiers, including herself, were all super soldiers created with tens of millions of dollars invested.

"What do we do, Captain? Climb over?" Williams leaned against the wall and joked, "Like a worm."

"What a joke!" Rebecca laughed in exasperation. "Do you think he can't see?"

Williams knew perfectly well that this wouldn't work; he was just trying to find a topic of conversation.

"How about smoke grenades?"

"Then we'll become blind ourselves."

“Then we can only pray to God.” Williams pointed to the sky, then made the sign of the cross on his chest. “Amen.”

"Get lost." Rebecca was amused by his statement. "Okay, I get what you mean."

"(Airborne seaweed, are you still there?)"

(Hovering over the firepower.)

“(Give me a location, you guys handle it!)” Rebecca gestured to the special forces soldier beside her with her eyes.

Williams poked his assault rifle out of cover, aimed the camera and laser designator at the building where the sniper was, and then gave Rebecca a thumbs up.

“(Aiming.)” Rebecca’s face broke into a sinister grin.

"(Intelligence received.)" The response from the air seaweed sounded somewhat helpless.

Rebecca has been a hoodlum ever since she was recruited into the government, and after five years of working together, she hasn't changed at all.

There was barely a sound of something cutting through the air.

In an instant, the sound of the explosion echoed throughout the small town, dust fell from the ceiling, and the buildings outside collapsed as if they had been blown up.

"(Air raid complete.)"

"(Thanks.)"

Everything went smoothly from there. The two groups responsible for the assault moved towards the presidential chamber from both ends of the corridor, threw flashbangs into the room, and waited for a bright light to flash from behind the wall before leaving the rear guard soldiers behind and the rest of the men into the room.

However, what awaited them was neither target A nor target B.

To be precise, Rebecca saw the already dead target A... and a blue figure.

"good evening."

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 584 Unable to Win, I Surrender

"good evening."

A clear and elegant voice came from the figure in blue. The person standing under the window lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed to them.

Rebecca's egg-yolk yellow pupils contracted sharply, and her whole body felt as if it had been filled with cement, suddenly becoming incredibly heavy. The moment they met, the figure in the night didn't give her the feeling of a powerful magical girl, but rather a witch—a witch she had never comprehended before, one of unprecedented power.

The terrifying aura seemed to be felt only by Rebecca. As the vice-captain, Williams made a swift decision after realizing that Rebecca had lost her ability to make judgments.

"Fire!"

The special forces soldier identified Xiangzi as a high-risk target and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The bullets whistled towards Xiangzi, but ended up only shattering the window glass behind her.

The azure figure found a gap in the barrage of bullets before the first bullet even left the barrel after pulling the trigger.

For her, guns were the things she handled the most and understood the most. No matter how strong the special forces soldiers were, they were still only human beings. None of the seven humans in the squad could survive for half a second under Rebecca's attack.

As for Rebecca—this magical girl who should be from a foreign country—in Xiangzi's eyes, her magical power was only above average, but not yet at the level of having a name or identity. She was about the same as Hatsuka when they first reunited, if you had to say.

They've come so far without realizing it, and they're not the same people they used to be.

With a sigh, Xiangzi ducked to avoid hitting his torso before the bullet left the barrel.

One of her gains from the military base in Okinawa was recreating the HK416C short assault rifle in her hand. A few pre-predicted bursts deflected several unavoidable bullets, and in the blink of an eye, she tossed the short assault rifle aside and returned to her basic magic.

As if showing off his skills, Xiangzi tore through the barrage in the most flashy way in front of Rebecca, then flung out the gun blade hidden in the Soul Gem and rushed into the crowd through the ripped opening.

In the blink of an eye, she was within range of the range where firing would accidentally injure her teammates, causing the special forces soldiers to hesitate for a moment.

With the first, second, and third stabs, the movements were almost invisible to the naked eye. Xiangzi used a non-lethal method (the back of the blade) to strike the special forces soldiers' vital points, attempting to deprive them of their ability to move through excruciating pain.

However, the result seemed to be different from what she had imagined.

Under the influence of hormone-regulated nanorobots, they can perceive "pain" but do not feel "pain," just like magical girls in battle. No, it is even more advanced than the pain regulation of the Soul Gem. These people know clearly where they are injured and what affects their actions, but they are not affected by pain.

Xiangzi was surprised by their reaction and was slightly taken aback himself.

Just then, Rebecca finally came to her senses.

"Get out of my way!"

The blue left fist burst forth with intense steam, transforming into a pendulum-like fist that lashed out at Xiangzi.

But what awaited her was not the sensation of striking the other's flesh as she had anticipated—Xiangzi merely ducked to avoid the swinging punch, and with the blade of his gun rising from below, he pulled the trigger just before it touched Rebecca's body.

Bang!

Rebecca only felt her center of gravity shift, her left side lighten, and her blue fist fell to the ground.

Ding dong.

The sound of the blue fist hitting the ground overlapped with the sound of bullet casings hitting the ground. At the same time, in another part of the mansion, the four-person team providing cover aimed at the tall girl falling from the ceiling.

The bullet pierced Miaomeng's brain, but it did not hinder her actions in any way—as long as her brain was not completely destroyed and she still had something to think about, she could continue to move.

Miao Meng charged towards them while carrying a hail of bullets. Under the special forces soldiers' horrified gazes, one of them was bound with a whip.

The gruesome bullet holes on its body healed rapidly. In less than two seconds, more than a dozen bullet holes that were enough to tear Miaomeng to pieces had been completely healed.

Conserving bullets by firing single shots was pointless; sweeping fire wouldn't kill the monster in front of them either. When they tried to find Meow Dream's Soul Gem, they discovered that in the middle of her collarbone, in that particularly conspicuous spot, there was a completely empty hollow.

The bullets whizzed past, passing through Miaomeng's body, but seemed to pass through water without causing her any real impact. Until the bullets were completely exhausted and the assault rifle was empty, Miaomeng grinned as she looked at the remaining special forces soldiers.