I Became a New Magical Girl Priest

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James’s swearing—mainly ‘chirp chirp’—is something to note.

Unfortunately, my method of attack didn’t provide a complete solution.

The alien was slow in its movements, but its body was so squishy that even when hit, it didn’t go down easily.

Moreover, all that was nearby was metal materials. I thought about breaking the ground and launching rocks, but that seemed a bit risky. I wasn’t sure I could control my strength properly.

“Wait.”

I thought while creating the sixth iron ball.

Nearby, not only were there wires but also melted lead bullets rolling around everywhere.

In terms of energy, those bullets were definitely stronger than the iron balls I was flinging. They could even inflict damage on my body wrapped in magical energy.

Let alone, they would be more lethal against an opponent with a squishy body. Wouldn’t they be more vulnerable to ‘penetration’ rather than just ‘impact’?

There’s something like gel used to figure out how bullets move.

It’s a surprisingly squishy material, making it difficult to smash or reshape just by hitting it, but bullets typically either get stuck or pierce through.

It’s only natural. The method that’s easier to make a cut is when pushing with a knife at the tip of a finger instead of just pushing with the finger alone.

“…Or maybe I misjudged.”

Right.

What if it’s the opposite?

The gel has nothing inside. And no matter how remarkable its restorative ability is, once a hole is made, it can’t recover.

However, if it were a creature with such a ‘body,’ the story could be different.

I looked directly at the alien’s head.

It looked so wobbly that it seemed like it was maintaining its shape solely by being liquid.

Its mouth-like part was hardly visible. It seemed like there were internal organs, but that ‘spit’ looked like it was shot directly from the head itself.

If it was firing parts of its own body, it wouldn’t be able to maintain such attacks continuously.

Like continuously tearing off small pieces from a chunk of clay, its head would gradually shrink and weaken.

But it’s still a living creature.

If its recovery speed increased while it transformed, whatever that thing maintaining its head is, if it can quickly fill in the reduced area…

Then it wouldn’t care much about ‘losing bits.’ A cleanly piercing bullet might rather be better.

Considering the rotational power and the thrust of a bullet, that might not make sense, but anyway, that thing is standing like this.

So, I decided to hit a ball and throw it.

The alien took the shot to its head. The ball that touched its body instantly melted and fell back out.

But at the very least, I definitely saw that the ball changed shape the moment it hit its head.

Several ‘spikes’ shot out sideways. Of course, that wasn’t something it wanted to spit out.

It was probably more like how saliva would uncontrollably shoot out when getting punched in a boxing match.

“So this is how it is.”

I muttered, then moved immediately.

“Just buy me a little more time!”

“Chirp chirp!”

Once again, I’m convinced. That’s definitely a curse.

Maybe it’s on purpose, so it could chirp freely in front of others by not including curse words in the translation.

I swiftly turned my back on the alien.

The police, whose eyes met mine, stepped back in fright, but they got stuck because of the other officers behind them.

I don’t care about you guys.

Killing a few low-level officers isn’t going to ease my mind. That’s as meaningless as fighting against the Noir Corporation’s combatants.

If I’m going to fight, I should squash the ones at the top decisively.

“…Found it.”

I murmured that and transformed my hammer.

I opened the propulsion device and jumped up—

With a mighty swing, I smashed the old cannon-like thing in the middle of the police.

Bang!

The people around screamed and fell back.

In my opinion, this isn’t a gunpowder weapon. The sound it made when fired was not the same as a projectile being launched.

Also, if I truly shot it like a cannon, my body would certainly be torn apart by this metal. No way they would put such firepower in a ‘non-lethal’ weapon.

I heard some kind of explosion but ignored it and just kept swinging my hammer.

The equipment itself was larger than me. It was almost the size of a car, and beside it were wires rolled up like a ball.

It was probably incredibly expensive.

I deployed the propulsion devices all around.

Some parts of the equipment turned red from the extremely hot fire.

Generally, it wouldn’t be that easy to melt metal, but considering there’s a generator inside, and above all, I’m the one handling this weapon.

As for despair, I already had my fair share of that last night.

I was trying to take a nap in the tent when someone woke me up from dawn.

Thinking about it, I hadn’t even had a proper breakfast.

And breakfast was just some leftover canned food.

Moreover, there wasn’t much of it left.

“…”

There’s a reason I’m not letting my guard down even while I’m casually handling this.

I sighed and raised my hammer.

It’s a mess. If James saw this, he would be horrified.

Metal fragments were melting and sticking around the hammer chaotically. What I mainly used were wires. Thin enough to melt easily, but heavy enough to apply pressure onto a human body, the metal wire was perfect for my processing.

Above all, I had several pieces rolled up like iron balls, so when I turned on the propulsion device and pounded down multiple times, they managed to stick to the hammer somewhat.

Lifting the hammerhead, which was twice as large as usual, made all the police present back away. Even knowing I wouldn’t harm them, it seems the image really is quite important.

Though it’s too late to care about that now.

I turned my body.

The hammer felt heavy. Even though I had turned off the propulsion device, the surface still glowed red.

I couldn’t use the propulsion device—but, well, that’s fine. That thing is slow anyway.

Once the police cleared out, the alien and I stood facing each other.

The alien, which had been harassed by James flying around like a mosquito while shooting lasers, turned toward me and saw the hammer I was holding.

I thought I saw its bulging eye shake for a moment.

I dashed forward.

Just like before, the spit jetted toward me like a sprayer.

I thrust the large hammer’s head forward to block the spit. The globules, reduced in size, couldn’t melt a massive metal mass like this all at once.

Smack!

I shoved the hammer into the alien’s body, bulldozing it away.

The alien soared up a bit and then rolled on the ground.

So it seems it’s not entirely liquid?

If striking with a needle proves ineffective, then naturally, the next is to use a gas hammer.

Sizzle.

The surface of the hammer melted a little, but there was still a long way to go before touching the main body. The round iron balls that got stuck to the hammer were thick.

The alien staggered up, looking up at me.

If my thoughts are correct—

That expression on the alien’s face is definitely ‘despair’.

 

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