Extracting Disaster Beast materials was never easy, involving strong contamination.
So Holy City Association professionals with Catastrophic Disaster Beast experience joined in. Some codename Holy Relics specialized in this, working with Magical Girls to cut and dismantle Mantle's flesh, making it into small blocks for convenient transport—otherwise few vehicles could move a small island.
Half an island.
When people truly witnessed Catastrophic Disaster Beast remains close-up, they understood how brutal that battle was, plus proof of the most ancient strongest Magical Girl's power:
Mantle's full half-body was completely annihilated, wounds smooth, undamaged to this day as if time froze.
People recalled silver galaxy sand crossing atmospheres spanning thousands of miles—undisputed surface-destroying ability. Actually military monitoring energy levels had psychological preparation, because when Mantle unleashed power, earthquakes could sink entire continents into sea. Facts proved considerable seabed did rise, volcanic magma columns creating large archipelagos.
Fortunately it happened in South Pacific, otherwise consequences unimaginable.
Both sides' great battle could already sink land, so final strikes having surface-washing potential wasn't surprising.
"How does it feel?" Bull asked curiously. "Miss Hyacinth, you're the first to fully battle Catastrophic Disaster Beasts and survive victorious. What's your view of this monster?"
"Very troublesome. But if it came again it would be simpler—not just me, later Magical Girls catching up can also protect everyone."
"I trust the Church."
"No need for high hats. We share interests, all needing stable environments as possible. After all, we've no interest in chaotic world domination."
"Even without special intentions, people will naturally gravitate toward you."
Hibiscus smiled without explanation—didn't matter. This part could be pushed to subordinates. The Church's specialty was strength; details no matter how they changed couldn't shake the big picture.
Her desperate fighting was also to establish orthodox status among Magical Girl Organizations, marking the path for later arrivals.
Currently everyone hadn't completed comprehensive unification within the group. Anyway, according to netizens, Zodiac Palace and Obelisk were equally crucial, belonging to top-tier second-line forces—not to be ignored. Future relations would eventually need handling, hoping everything went smoothly.
Meanwhile.
As Hermit Island quietly planned distribution, the world was already boiling with news about Catastrophic Disaster Beasts spreading everywhere:
Codename Mantle, currently observed largest individual, island-level volume, estimated weight exceeding million tons. Extremely hard, magic power mainly showing destructive properties, origin projection could trigger earthquakes. During combat, Antarctic, Chile, Australia and other regions all felt tremors. More terrifying than previous Catastrophic Disaster Beasts, genuine natural disaster—after all, everyone understood what major earthquakes meant.
Allied forces' propaganda had some intimidation components, no—no need for intimidation, just straightforward narration. Rather, stronger enemies better highlighted victory's value.
Wartime footage continuously released:
Including but not limited to personnel first-person perspectives, satellite imagery, death-defying close reconnaissance aircraft etc.—quite detailed materials.
Complete restoration of Fallen Zone Center's deadly battle. Both sides were always death-struggling without slightest negligence. Wave after wave of increasing power represented determination, shining will revealed here. Strongest Holy Relic's past paved roads for strongest Magical Girl to take the torch and establish victory.
Narrow victory.
Even laypeople could see Mantle after taking the Holy Spear still had destructive capability, would drag a large group down before death, so Hyacinth had to stop it.
Yet the silver-haired girl was equally exhausted and wounded all over—condition wasn't much better.
Fortunately Hyacinth reaching new heights exceeded Catastrophic Disaster Beasts.
When magic power around her materialized like blooming petals then bore heavy fruit, that aura shaking heaven and earth was unstoppable.
Planet Gaia's world peak throne now belonged to Magical Girl Hyacinth, killing Catastrophic Disaster Beast Mantle before countless eyes. Though barely wounding Aurora half a year ago, now actually killing enemies for real.
Undisputed power.
Number one under heaven now lived up to the name. When people were shocked by Sands of Time's brilliant traces in footage, they had to accept one thing:
Ancient Holy Relics had lost their leading position in highest combat power.
The King's fall was like a signal, calmly accepting this new change, passing the torch to Hyacinth. Humanity's power would continue being sung. One who existed a thousand years, active for two centuries, bid eternal farewell, giving his funeral the most luxurious stage.
Many knew Holy City Association leader's name since birth, accompanying entire childhoods and ancestral memories—very familiar.
He'd lived as part of worldviews, shuttling through years, walking from history, but now finally departing.
Times changed.
Everyone truly felt this atmosphere.
As Hermit Island's dismantling work finished, then holding sacrifice victim funerals, blocking miracle possibilities. One strong fell, one history ended, forever entering memory.
Magical Girl Hyacinth taking over the Holy Spear represented a brand new journey about to begin.
Not just her—the entire Church showed burden-bearing ability. In this war besides familiar founder groups, Fragrant Vine, Kale and publicly identified Anri Sakagami, Minase Kaori, Ruan Xinyue, Elsa etc. all actually killed Intelligent Subspecies—commendable, capable of standing alone. Supporting the organization, they would help push the Church to another height.
Seemingly a casual display of Hermit Island "magical metropolis" was also proclaiming to the world? They had ability and qualifications leading order.
As expected, after the Catastrophic Disaster Beast processing finished, the military held meetings.
Content claimed "transferring partial Association war zones, granting Church more independence, encouraging Management Bureau hiring personnel" etc., actually equivalent to inviting core layer entry.
Even specifically hoping Hyacinth would replace the King's partial public activities—unfortunately sternly refused.
Not my business.
The Church Leader's attitude was clear—mastering internal Magical Girl power and orthodoxy sufficed, firmly grasping basic fundamentals, leaving the rest to Management Bureau directors.
Experienced Elsa still handled comprehensive high-level connections. Besides Dandelion also attending to symbolize future direct Church high-level contact, everything remained unchanged. Even peak organizations still wouldn't show faces.
This disappointed some with ulterior motives, saddened some supporters.
But none concerned Hibiscus—still backlogged with intelligence needing cross-verification, requiring help.
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Washington D.C.
Management Bureau headquarters reception hall, numerous big shots rushing back from Hermit Island gathered.
Miller, representing officials, proudly handed over documents to his daughter.
Witnessing this moment, Bull, Josh and others had complex expressions—both moved and surprised. Bidding farewell to Holy Relic eras while opening Salvation Church absolute privileges, was the "Magical Girl Rights Ordinance Amendment" correct policy?
Only history could answer.
Elsa flipped through, scanning ten thousand words in seconds with Blooming Stage mental power: "Boss, Congress played no tricks. Rules are clear."
Dandelion sitting in the main leather chair said carelessly: "Even if there were word-twisting traps it wouldn't matter. Signatures aren't by pen but iron and fire power. If not, change again."
"You're talking more like Boss Hyacinth."
"Of course. Though she's someone who cares nothing for personal safety, she's quite experienced dealing with politicians."
"God, those idiotic bill meetings changed 21 drafts already. I don't want another round," Miller exaggeratedly shrugged.
"Careful sailing ensures ten thousand years. For compatriots' interests we must stay alert."
Seeing all parties still wary, Bull hurriedly spoke: "Ladies, gentlemen, no one doubts Salvation Church achievements. How dare they play tricks? Mercenary Alliance will witness to the end. No matter how many still-unadapted opponents exist, Magical Girls reaching peaks is objective fact."
"Thank you for your efforts."
After slight pressure, Dandelion solemnly signed documents.
No fanfare press conferences, no boring show segments—relatively confidential internal agreements with more binding force and revenge space.
Ultimately strength first. If execution problems arose, the Church had plenty of ways to teach lessons. Actually Hyacinth not coming, having Dandelion substitute already released attitudes—external miscellany was meaningless to them.
Creak!
After symbolic knocking, Snow Maiden entered the reception hall, placing a compass on the office desk.
"As agreed, the Church also qualifies for relic treasury entry and designating specific item activation. This little relic always points toward us, helping you grasp Antarctic mobile base movements."
She wasn't good at small talk. After the briefing, she simply stood in corners waiting for dismissal.
Most moving was Bull. Originally Mercenary Alliance had to suppress relic treasury to win against military competition, racking brains for its location. Now hosts generously offered coordinates. Times changed—actually the Antarctic side understood. If willing, the Salvation Church had a hundred prophetic methods, knowing Manjusaka could do it.
Dandelion picked up the compass, weighing it light as a feather. Recently Hibiscus, Jin Yulu plus Beatrice went to the Antarctic causing big trouble, just for this level.
"Being so proactive—want to say something?"
Snow Maiden stated: "Antarctic treasury was never a faction, just finding suitable protectors to ensure dangerous item detention."
"No, you should have more to say. We might help."
"Ring of Levitation information exposure, though currently suppressed by Catastrophic Disaster Beast death news, will eventually ferment."
She also represented the Holy City Association seeking help. Relying solely on now-weakened Ancient Holy Relics might not protect it—needed another faction's assistance. Understanding the situation, Dandelion immediately agreed to provide future support.
Only when the office was empty did Hydrangea excitedly hug Elsa. The usually strong girl rarely wavered, nestling in her embrace murmuring: "I almost thought..."
"It's okay."
Magical Girl Chrysanthemum smiled, lifting ear-side long hair, gently touching her partner's cheek, lips leaving traces.
The latter was stunned then delighted, then blushed: "Too direct."
"Miyuki, it's your country that's too conservative, so we can slowly communicate."
Glacier Island, training base.
"We're back!" Jin Ruochu kicked open indoor training ground doors, the entire venue erupting in thunderous applause with her shouts: "Victory belongs to every Salvation Church member."
Then she distributed various gifts including Disaster Beast material crystals, highlighting that everyone got shares when winning battles—quite pirate-like.
Magical Girls' cheers were even better.
Many members had just joined recently, unqualified for main force or staying for missions, somewhat regretful for missing historic Catastrophic Disaster Beast events. Now Magical Girl Manjusaka's performance warmed hearts. Emphasizing collective belonging and cohesion—this was the Church.
Don't think they just trained busily—actually more like going to work, with organizations giving quite generous compensation:
Money was just basics.
As high-level backbone continuously fought for rights, Management Bureau foundation continuously improved various insurance benefits, even covering families.
Wealthy beyond description, as if not hurrying to spend money would make it waste paper.
Born in developed countries with affluent lives were extreme minorities, plus awakening often accompanied frequent contamination environments, so most had ordinary or poor family situations. Getting large bonuses just from talent naturally pleased them. People developed so-called responsibility, mission sense from material dramatic changes forming organizational degrees—simple management science.
Magical Girls themselves were blessed by miracles—existence was meaning. For example, most Elemental and Technique types often had wonderful uses, lacking only basic panels.
For instance, Hermit Island ball lightning energy benefited from collective engineering, plus military modifications, special medicine manufacturing etc. Compared to created benefits, this return was negligible.
Jin Ruochu announced excitedly: "Glacier Island will welcome remodeling again."
"Speaking of which, doesn't the Church lack so much liquid capital?" Remaining Hydrangea looked puzzled. "You gambled?"
"I just borrowed another huge sum. Want to join? This earns more than gambling."
The two hit it off—both Causality Magical Girls were very interested. Treating it as organization accumulating more funds supporting activities while exercising personal abilities—why not? Their motto had only one:
Add leverage.
Then dusty Jin Yulu also entered the indoor training ground, having just handled outside cleanup of scattered Disaster Beasts work—after all, this was Arctic contamination zone.
Magical Girls immediately lined up neatly. After all, devil instructors always liked equally pressuring everyone. If showing casual freedom wouldn't work. Only high-level could reduce training to escape disaster, otherwise must solidify foundations.
But Jin Yulu smiled carefreely.
"Why so nervous today? Just got good news from Management Bureau headquarters. Let's celebrate together with recovery war."
As she announced rest plus parties, venue enthusiasm rose another degree.
Though Arctic regions were very cold, for Glacier Island Magical Girls it was like a second home.