Chapter 279: Fisting Your Heart Is the Oldest Seduction Method Among Magical Girls

Must an idol be beautiful? Isn't it fine if they're hilarious?

That's a question, but not one under discussion right now; as for ancient priestesses who served the gods, beauty wasn't mandatory, but their looks still had to pass muster.

The transformation light faded, revealing Phine's true face.

Now Phine wore a revealing armor dominated by gold, as if she'd wandered in from a neighboring set of Saint Seiya—except the material was absurdly minimal, leaving only half a golden breastplate barely covering the Northern Hemisphere, while the round Southern Hemisphere and her flat, pale abdomen were fully exposed, actually quite ample.

Her lower body was clad in purple tights that accentuated the curves of her legs, and behind her hung two purple crystal whips, alive as if breathing, glaring intently at the person before her…

——Complete Form Sacred Relic: "Bronze Serpent Armor (Nehushtan)"

Its prototype was the bronze serpent Moses used to save the Israelites who had disrespected God.

The purpose of the Dual Wings concert was to activate the Bronze Serpent Armor using amplified waves, but this Sacred Relic was stolen by a mole within Division Two and ended up in Phine's hands instead.

Unlike Amane Kanade and Fumine Yoku, who only used fragments to transform, the Bronze Serpent Armor is a complete Sacred Relic, possessing the strongest defense of all existing Sacred Relics.

It also has regenerative capabilities, capable of self-repair, and if fused with a human, it can repair the human body.

Its flashy appearance alone would be enough to land her a low-ranking guard job under Kido Saezuri—no, wait… maybe Athena in this world is an alien or something, and she might even be younger than Phine.

While thinking absurd thoughts, Jia Ji assumed the Thousand Hands Kill stance; his muscles swelled, and a terrifying aura radiated from him. "The gear's pretty cool, but… you can't even reach the Kuang level on defense. What are you going to fight me with?"

She didn't understand his words, but Phine already sensed his "abnormality," so she wouldn't underestimate him. With a thought, she activated the full power of her Sacred Relic's control ability, focusing her attention entirely on his hands.

For certain reasons, both parties silently agreed to confine their battle to this small laboratory.

"ASGARD—"

As Phine anticipated his next move, her two long whips encircled her without a single gap, forming an invisible shield.

"Left fist?"

"nononononono…"

"Right fist?"

"nononononono…"

"Ora ora ora?"

"yes! yes! yes!"

The next instant, Jia Ji, grinning savagely, surged forward with the overwhelming might of a falling meteor, appearing before Phine as if teleporting.

His arms swelled, instantly splitting into countless illusions, each fist strike different, like the wrathful Thousand-Handed Arhat unleashing divine fury, forming an endless tide crashing from all directions.

Beneath these thousand phantom hands, the two Bronze Serpent whips shattered in an instant; the hardest Sacred Relic, existing for over a thousand years, turned as soft as clay, cracking everywhere.

"Ugh!"

Simultaneously, Phine's body was struck by a flawless combo, kept floating in midair, unable to touch the ground, as if tossed into the air like a stir-fried dish.

Ikku! Ikku! Ikku!

"Thud."

Phine, falling from midair onto the cold floor, lay like a rug—her entire armor nearly shattered, her jade-like skin covered in purple and black bruise marks; apart from her face, not a single spot remained unharmed.

"How… how did you break a complete Sacred Relic?"

She murmured in disbelief—if she knew he'd restrained himself, using only physical strength to avoid noise, she'd be speechless.

"Puff!"

Thick, viscous blood mixed with shredded organs surged violently from his chest, gushing up his throat in clots; had the Bronze Serpent Armor not still been active, she would have collapsed on the spot.

Phine looked at him with questioning eyes—this man's strength far exceeded what any human individual should possess.

"A man's training? Just watch live shows, tokusatsu, and anime." Jia Ji replied.

"You've been watching nonstop!"

With a killing speed that stole stars, he knocked down First-Generation Boss Phine in less than a fraction of a second. One more light tap, and Phine would be forced into her next reincarnation—but Sakura Jing Riko, the body she possessed, would die instantly.

But that wouldn't solve the problem—it would only create bigger trouble. Over the past few years, Phine had established the White Orphanage, sheltering and centrally managing countless young descendants of herself, trying to ensure stable reincarnation.

Kill one, and another, and another will appear—she can reincarnate endlessly. He can't possibly kill every innocent descendant of Phine, can he?

Who knows which little girl she'll awaken in next?

So he didn't press his advantage and kill her outright here. Instead, he sat back down, and with a faint smile in his voice, he spoke as she stared, confused.

"Well? Did you receive it…?"

If words couldn't reach her, then let his fists make her understand—"Fisting your heart is the oldest seduction method among magical girls!"

Though one was an ancient female ghost and the other a northern brute, one of them hadn't been cursed by Balar, meaning communication was still possible.

His fists carried his thoughts, intentions, and spirit. If he blasted all of it out, even the most stubborn fool would be forced to accept the message.

Verbal (fist) technique: complete success.

If pushed further, a single punch could even force a person to expel their personality.

Phine frowned, a memory she herself had never known suddenly surfaced in her mind.

This… what is this?

Her internal organs ached faintly, but Phine was completely lost in the memory; her golden eyes began filling uncontrollably with tears.

Just moments ago, she'd been a bitter, middle-aged spinster brimming with resentment—now both hands covered her mouth, cheeks soaked in tears, streaming endlessly. After a long while, she barely managed to whisper.

"What you showed me… was it real?"

"Destroying a moon? Is that really worth planning for so long? Stop all this messy nonsense. Three months from now, I'll get you a Yagumo Shizuka—she'll teleport you to the moon in one click."

While building Division Two's headquarters under the identity of Sakura Jing Riko, Phine secretly completed the main structure of the Charged Particle Cannon Kadingil (Kā Dīng Jī Ěr, Gate of the Gods), and with the Eternal Sword Durandal, its power could fire and knock down the moon.

But in truth, there was no need to destroy the entire moon—only the ruins on its surface needed to be obliterated.

Specifically, Balar's curse wasn't the moon's fault. It was the ancient alien Anunnaki who built a base centered on the control room "Marduk," using it to operate the blockade network "Balar," severing human communication.

But Phine didn't know this. Before her tower reached the moon, it had already been destroyed.

So achieving her goal only required landing on the moon.

"So? How about you just join me?"

Jia Ji extended his hand toward the ancient priestess named "End," just as he had countless times before.

After a long silence, Phine trembled as she grasped his hand.

……

——When the Division Two commander arrived, he saw the two of them watching an anime called "Tom and Jerry," laughing and chatting warmly together.

Then he heard Sakura Jing Riko ask Jia Ji a question.

"If we just make the Symphogear users watch this, they'll understand this 'Immortal Battle Maiden' thing you mentioned?"

"Guaranteed."

(End of Chapter)