"It hurts..."

"It really hurts, sister."

Dark red blood flowed down Turing's head, bringing both horror and a hint of cruel beauty.

Turing looked like a demon returned from hell, with six black giant hands extending from behind, tightly gripping the spiral gun thrown by the woman.

The wolf-like drill on the spearhead had worn out Turing's magician's hand, leaving it full of wrinkles. Turing felt as if the burning flames were about to roast him.

The gun barrel flickered, as if it was about to explode.

"But there is something more painful than this..."

"Here... is the most painful." Turing pointed to his chest, which was covered in bloodstains and torn apart.

"Why... would you do this to me? Sister, don't you feel even a little bit of pain?"

In an instant, Turing felt the strength of the angel behind him increase by more than one level.

The tremendous angel emitted an amber-like indigo brilliance, while the giant hand holding Turing was as steady and powerful as an ancient tree.

The grip of millions of tons compressed Turing fiercely, and the distorted and exaggerated pressure spread from Turing's waist to his head and feet. Turing knew that if he didn't do something soon, he would be severed by this terrifying force.

Through his blood-soaked eyes, Turing saw the woman seemed to lower her head after hearing his words, not knowing what she was thinking.

"There's a chance! If sister wanted to kill me, she would definitely have detonated the spiral gun directly..." Turing thought to himself, but before he could finish the thought, a dazzling flash erupted, and a meteor-like aurora pierced through the entire building. The explosion of the spiral gun seemed like a grand firework, engulfing everything around in merciless flames, including the bricks and debris.

The woman coldly watched as this earth-shattering attack destroyed nearly half of the building, her mouth tightly closed in silence.

The collapsing fangs completely engulfed Turing and the angel's giant hand holding him, and within the reddish-orange flames, one could faintly see Turing's staggering figure.

"What... do you have with them..."

"What... is the difference between you and them!!!"

As Turing recalled the past, he suddenly realized that his mother, Maria, Dungremy, these seemingly endless gentle figures, were all just acting.

They were all simply acting.

The ones who truly cared for him, the ones who stood from his perspective and considered him, perhaps only that boy.

"I should have realized it earlier... I should have realized it."

"You go to hell too!"

The splendid golden texts seemed like an elegant golden garment, engraved on Turing's delicate skin, and the densely ancient and rustic spells seemed to tell the story of how much pain and tears her master had endured to obtain it.

As the ethereal fire faded away, Turing revealed her graceful figure. Surprisingly, her jade-like skin remained undamaged, contrasting with her tattered clothes like tranquil snow.

The faintly broken back under Turing's tattered dress shimmered with golden light, like an enlightened Buddha embedded with profound scriptures.

"Volcano mode."

The six meat-wing-like arms behind Turing slowly faded away, leaving Turing standing there looking like a deity.

[According to what they said, these angels at this level cannot be defeated unless magic of a level far beyond their own is used.]

[The next attack must be able to eliminate the two of them together.]

[No matter who Morsema is referring to, it seems certain that it is one of them.]

Another mighty shot of fire burst forth, and the column of flame pierced by the woman in her hand sent Turing flying, leaving fiery scars on his body.

The angel closely followed Turing's flight and relentlessly punched him in mid-air, breaking through one building after another.

Turing hurriedly protected his vital points with both hands, enduring the successive attacks from the angel.

"Die!" Turing grabbed hold of the fingers on the giant hand that was attacking again, seized the opportunity, and kicked hard, leaving a huge blood hole in the angel's palm.

The black blood surged out like a flood, but the angel's unique high temperature kept causing it to explode, giving the angel's punches a terrifying power equivalent to a fleet of bombers.

The ground between the buildings was also riddled with pockmarks from these heavy punches.

Through the violent explosions, Turing glanced around and found that the damage he had just inflicted on the angel had healed in the blink of an eye.

"This guy... might be even stronger than Mom's clone," Turing said with lingering fear. Although Turing was not currently injured, the relentless onslaught of the angel had begun to wear him down.

Suddenly, Turing thought that most of the angels he faced seemed to dislike using magic and instead preferred to use their strong bodies for combat. While this was impressive, their attack intensity seemed to be lacking.

On the other hand, Oedipus was very skilled in magic.

[Could this be Mom's secret of strength?]

[Right, what about that woman? Didn't she say her magic was strong...]

A metallic gleam caught Turing's eye, and in a fleeting moment, he seemed to have seen centuries pass by, witnessing a woman a kilometer away drawing back the string of a bow, forming a full moon shape.

What was that? What was the woman pulling back? Turing had no way of knowing.

All Turing knew was that this was definitely not a good sign.

"Agni's wrath." The woman lightly spoke, and even though they were so far apart, Turing could feel her breath as if she were speaking in his ear.

A dangerous spasm spread throughout his body.

It seemed as if the angel had seized the moment Turing was distracted, raising its arms high and violently smashing down on Turing, pounding him down from the high-rise buildings.

Lightning-fast bolts of fire shot out in response, firmly hitting Turing and producing a loud sound of iron blocks colliding.

The ultimate explosion burst right next to Turing, and the destructive blast engulfed everything, including the dust.

"Ugh." A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Turing felt like he was deflating.

When he touched his side, Turing was surprised to find that there was nothing there.

Turing turned his head and looked around at the ruins filled with sparks. He weakly leaned against the pit created by the angel's smash.

Altria's Wrath is a long-range explosive magic focused on by the Altria family. Not only is it extremely powerful, but it is also more than just a single attack.

Experienced mages can fire three or four shots in a row, and their firepower is enough to cover a field.

【I can't release healing magic yet, otherwise the effect of the volcano mode will be transferred away.】

【I have to hold on a little longer and accumulate some more power for the volcano mode.】

【If one attack is not enough to destroy them, it will be difficult for me to have another chance.】

Turing didn't dare to look down and check his injuries, fearing that he would lose morale.

A flash of light once again flashed before Turing's eyes. The angel roared in anger, carrying a violent hurricane, and slammed its heavy fist down again.

Turing vigorously leaped up, avoiding the angel's punch, and desperately bounced in the opposite direction of the woman.

Boom!

The sound of a resounding explosion erupted again, and the wild wind, like a scythe, swirled in the spot, blowing Turing who was flying in the air far away.

Turing consecutively shattered several mid-level floors of high-rise buildings and finally came to a stop.

"Cough cough..." Turing was coughing in succession due to the smoke and ash generated by the shattered buildings. The blood from her mutilated abdomen had soaked her legs.

【Isn't this...?】

【Did I and...did I go with that woman to the reference room?】

Turing forced open her slightly closed eyes, dragged her exhausted body, and started running again.

【Even the best archer needs to have a vision.】

【I am familiar with this place. I can use the buildings here as cover so that she can't see me.】

Even though Turing was seriously injured, her speed was much faster than that of horses and cars. Her gradually flying legs left the pursuing angel behind.

The woman's majestic arrows had lost their target, as if becoming angry and shot indiscriminately at the surrounding buildings, trying to crush Turing with the ruins of bricks and tiles.

But Turing's speed would not allow her to do so.

Instead, those ruins began to slow down the massive angel's movement speed.

【That seems to be the place that woman took me to find food.】

Turing saw a familiar small building that was covered in decomposed organic matter. It seemed to be as painful and unforgettable as Turing's gray memory.

A tingling sensation spread from Turing's arm, and this pain was even more noticeable than the pain on Turing's body.

"Hiss." Turing looked down in pain, and several blood characters were written there as usual.

Options: Escape *

Enter the building and open the cabinet *

Brutal battle *

The corners of Turing's mouth twitched. However, after considering nervously, Turing decided to enter the house.

It really wasn't that Turing dared to be playful in such a tense battle, but from the previous Options, Turing could see that the first and third options were mostly the same, either escaping or stubbornly confronting. Only the second option seemed to be a somewhat useful suggestion.

And Turing's volcano mode was also about to end. Turing no longer needed to fear those two angels.

"But where did that angel go?" Turing turned around and didn't find any trace of that huge angel.

Turing hurriedly ran into the small building, ready to quickly see what the bloody words on his hand wanted him to do.

[The only room in this building that I know is the woman's room. I should be meant to go there.]

In no time, Turing, in volcano mode, reached the second floor and arrived at the door of the woman's room. The word "Oedipus" was written firmly on the door plate.

[This is really the woman's room... but she is an angel, right? How could she have treatment similar to humans?]

The excruciating pain in Turing's abdomen awakened his weak inner self. Gritting his teeth, Turing pushed the door open.

"She must have used someone else's room to deceive me, is that even a question?"

Turing looked around, the white, dusty bed and the simple furnishings in the room, though not luxurious, gave a warm and peaceful feeling.

The only cabinet in the room was the bedside cabinet, placed beside the bed.

The cabinet only had two drawers. Turing pulled them open one by one, only to find no food as the woman had mentioned, but instead, a metal box resembling a lunchbox.

On top of it were engraved quaint and cute rounded characters, clearly written with the unique stroke of a female.

"Oedipus' roasted pork knuckle...?" Turing inadvertently read the words on the lunchbox out loud.

At this moment, a dark blue figure burst through the door and kicked directly towards Turing, who was still reading the words. In a hurry, Turing quickly ducked to avoid it — she had no doubt that this kick could even pierce through the clouds.

A gust of dangerous air whizzed past Turing's cheek. Turing turned her head and discovered that a large section of the floor behind her had disappeared, as if a divine tool had carved a huge hole in the entire building.

And that dangerous woman happened to be standing on this hole.

Turing, the woman, and the azure angel fell into a strange silence.

"The volcano mode is about to end, should I make a move?"

"Now?"

"Should I attack the angel, or the woman?"

"Or... both at once?"

The urgency brought by the choices pressed on Turing's chest, making her heart unable to breathe.

"Give me back my things." The woman's face turned cold as she reached out her hand towards Turing.

"I'll leave you with a complete corpse."

"What?"

"She still wants this kind of thing?"

"This clearly isn't yours, right?" Turing retorted, "This is obviously a room meant for humans."

"But you are an angel."

Turing stared closely at the woman's every move. As long as she made any slight movement, Turing would immediately unleash her magic and dispose of her.

"You're not Oedipus at all, are you?" Turing said.

To Turing's surprise, the woman did not get angry or defend herself. Instead, she clutched her chest as if her heart was breaking, and her lips trembled slightly.

The woman suddenly seemed to remember something.

"I...I didn't mean to, I... "

The woman's brows furrowed in pain.

"I am Oedipus, I didn't deceive you..."

"Prometheus, Michael, Abide..."

"All of those should have been mine!"

"He is my closest friend, my lover..."

"Prometheus, Prometheus, Prometheus..."

"Give him back to me, I beg you..."

The woman welled up with tears, but she seemed unable to cry no matter how sad she felt. Her sorrowful expression left Turing speechless.

Turing was momentarily unsure whether he should hand over the lunch box or not.

But the indigo angel by his side reacted, in an instant it appeared in front of Turing with a punch carrying monstrous strength, aimed at his chest.

Turing instinctively activated his magic.

"Darn it, I can't hesitate anymore, I should, I should..."

"Tsk."

A shudder ran through Turing's heart, but in the end, he chose not to include the woman in his attack range.

"The world, like kindling, we burn fiercely."

"I hand down the everlasting torch to you."

"In hopes for your legacy for thousands of years, millions of centuries."

Turing recited this magic spell in its entirety for the first time, and its power was more terrifying than any previous time.

"Grand Flame Spiral."

A transparent fire gun emerged in Turing's palm. At the moment it emerged, it signaled its intent to crush this world into pieces.