Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 536 The Magic Mirror Queen

The woman in black stood there silently, as if formed from shadow itself, seemingly existing in that small space since time immemorial. Her hood remained pulled low, obscuring most of her face, only her sharp jawline and slightly upturned lips appearing faintly in the dim light. At that moment, the dark card, imbued with the power of shadow and rightfully belonging to Tang Zijun, hovered quietly above her palm, clad in a tight black combat glove. Her slender fingers gently toyed with the card, her movements elegant yet dangerous, as if she were merely playing with a novel toy, or perhaps savoring something. Tang Zijun's brows furrowed instantly.

It wasn't anger, but a deep, heartfelt doubt.

His cold eyes flashed with an unprecedented sharpness, fixed intently on the woman in black.

Tang Zijun had experienced cards being replaced or stolen before, but this was the first time a card with divine power had slipped out of her control. Although she could still feel the connection between the card and herself, the energy within the card was genuinely difficult to control.

Above the ruins, the woman in black seemed to sense Tang Zijun's burning gaze. She slightly turned her head and looked back at Tang Zijun at the edge of the pit. In the shadow of her hood, two faint lights seemed to flash. In an instant.

Their gazes pierced through the chaotic battlefield, the billowing smoke, and the wailing sounds of the space, colliding in the scorching air thick with the aura of destruction. There were no words, no probing, no extraneous emotions revealed.

Only a cold, indifferent scrutiny.

Like an invisible sword clashing countless times in mid-air, Tang Zijun sensed only a deep, impenetrable mist. Meanwhile, the woman in black seemed to have, within Tang Zijun's absolutely rational gaze, gleaned something that piqued her interest.

Immediately, the corners of the woman's mouth curled up slightly, with a playful and even provocative curve.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the woman in black moved.

Her movements were extremely fluid, carrying an elegance that looked down upon all others.

She stopped toying with the dark card, instead clenching it tightly in her hand, as if forcibly "merging" it into her body. *Whoosh!*

A dark energy, completely different from that of Tang Zijun when she transformed, yet equally vast and powerful, suddenly erupted.

But the light wasn't silver-black; it was a pure, seemingly all-consuming inky black, with countless tiny, star-like black runes swirling wildly within the inky torrent of energy. Her body was instantly engulfed by this erupting black flood. The black light was incredibly profound; space itself seemed to have been torn open, creating a rift to pure nothingness, and an even more chilling aura of death permeated the air. The light, or rather, the darkness, vanished in an instant.

The figure standing atop the ruins has changed completely.

The woman wore a jet-black armor with a liquid, shadowy texture, its lines more slender and fluid than Tang Zijun's knight form, yet exuding a chilling, deadly, and eerie beauty. The joints and edges of the armor were etched with countless ancient runes, like abyssal incantations, emitting an ominous purplish-red light, which flickered uncertainly. The helmet, shaped like a curved blade, was covered with fine, scale-like plates. A pair of eyes, composed of pure shadow energy and radiating a cold, eerie purple light, pierced through the shadow of the hood, coldly sweeping downwards, like a bewitching queen descending from the abyss.

"Transformed!"

For the first time, a strange, incredulous emotion flickered clearly in Tang Zijun's cold, calm eyes.

This is not Tang Zijun's wolf rider form. It is a different form that originates from the same source of power but has gone down a completely different branch, filled with an ancient and dark aura. Although it does not have the aura of the Greedy One and does not have a belt, it can still use this power called Shadow.

There's only one possibility.

Tang Zijun suddenly raised her head and looked at the queen dressed in black armor.

"Who are you!?"

However, the Shadow Queen atop the ruins averted her gaze.

Her mind, her eyes burning with the flames of the abyss, were completely locked onto the destructive sphere covering the sky, gathering energy above the crescent-shaped canyon. She seemed unsurprised that Tang Zijun recognized her; at this moment, her goal was crystal clear.

There were no incantations or complicated opening moves.

She stood atop the ruins, her feet, clad in jet-black armor, seemingly rooted to the deepest shadows cast by the city's countless twisted and painful pasts. Her right hand, gloved in black, lashed upwards like a king wielding his scepter, towards the sky where the god of harvest resided. Boom!

An indescribable surge of energy erupted instantly; it was not a sound, but a tremor caused by the activation of the city's own shadow.

In this moment, the entire City of Glory came alive: the slanting shadows cast by every crumbling building, the bottomless darkness in every cracked street, the deep angles formed by every twisted steel bar and broken wall, and even the shadow cast by the spherical temple.

The shadows are no longer passively attached to darkness; they seem to have their own will and life. Countless thick, ink-like, yet liquid-metal-like black streams gush forth from every corner of the city and from every patch of darkness.

Billions of pure dark forces converged into a roaring torrent, instantly tearing apart the spatial barrier of reality, and surging wildly in the same direction. And that direction was simply above the woman's raised palm.

It is formed from pure darkness, which gathers the essence of the entire city's shadows, and is automatically twisted and woven like the most precise mold.

Immediately afterwards, a magnificent, unimaginably grand, and anciently shrouded aura of death-like power, a magical mirror gate, roared open at a speed visible to the naked eye. The gate's frame was forged from shadow energy flowing with purplish-black runes, but its core was not a physical mirror, but a deep, boundless absolute void. Within the gate, vortexes of darkness spun wildly; it was no longer merely a "gate," but had transformed into a living black hole, a spatial vortex driven by will, directly connected to the deepest shadows of the Shadow Kingdom. At that very moment, the Goddess of Harvest above completed her final energy accumulation.

hum! !

The massive geometric array covering the lower hemisphere of the black sphere erupted with a deep purple light piercing the heavens, and an indescribable torrent of destruction crashed down upon the entire area below. Wherever it passed, the spatial structure groaned in agony, the concept of matter crumbled layer by layer, and everything that came into contact with this surge of energy dissolved. The next second…

Two terrifying forces from different worlds collided violently.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected, nor any frantic clash of energy flows.

Only mutual annihilation!

At the center of the Demon Mirror Gate, the deep vortex, like the gaping maw of a living creature, suddenly expanded, as if to swallow the entire stream of light into the boundless void of the gate. A suction force from the abyss, accompanied by the flashing of countless purple runes, erupted with a roar, pulling and twisting the destructive stream of light.

Boom boom boom boom!!

The lamentation of space reached its limit. At the point of impact—that void in mid-air—the very lines of space itself were violently torn and deformed. Visible, enormous, spiderweb-like spatial folds appeared wildly in the air, one side shimmering with a cold, logical purple light, the other churning with a deep, despairing shadow. Pure energy rubbed against each other, and the resulting aftershocks were no longer physical energy, but a storm on a conceptual level. Several ruined buildings near the point of impact were instantly transformed, like an ink painting thrown into a blender, their colors stripped away, their lines blurred, and then they completely disintegrated into non-existent fragments of nothingness.

Tang Zijun stood amidst the swirling rubble whipped up by the terrifying energy storm. The surrounding debris began to levitate, defying gravity, while he remained rooted to the ground, staring unblinkingly at the horrific scene. He had imagined many possibilities, but he had never considered that the being who had lost her divine status, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, the one who vanished from the real world at the end of mythology—was actually alive?! And most importantly, she was now appearing in the wasteland world?!

In an instant, a feeling of absurdity and grotesqueness crept into Tang Zijun's heart, followed by countless thoughts and a tangled mess of questions!