"This is... impossible. It's absolutely impossible." The woman's expression was desolate.

"I once witnessed an angel turning into a little girl, looking panicked and lost."

"They tied her to the operating table, cutting off her limbs and decapitating her, to test her bodily recovery ability while unconscious."

"She was so desperate; she begged and pleaded, with tears flowing, grinding her teeth, until all she could do was curse."

"But she didn't even have the right to faint from pain, after all, she was an angel, with a much greater tolerance for pain than ordinary people."

"At that time, among the group of people in white coats standing outside the glass window, I was the only girl around her age."

"She kept begging me to save her."

"Even before she fell into a coma, she kept asking, 'What mistake did I make?'"

The woman seemed to still be frightened by the twisted and cruel scene of that time, hugging her arms to keep warm.

"I couldn't do anything... There was just no way..."

"Before I came here, I actually thought I was amazing, that I was the chosen one, standing out among others."

"But in reality... the most I could take care of was myself, just a small piece of land around me."

"I..."

The atmosphere around the woman began to surge like angry waves, black tendrils seemed to solidify, lightly enveloping her.

Her pitch-black pupils were like scattered drops of ink, gradually dyeing her entire eyeball black.

"Sister." Turing suddenly rushed forward and hugged the bewildered woman.

"I will definitely get you out of here."

Turing's words were like a gentle hand clearing away the thin veil enveloping the woman's head.

"Everything will be alright, everything will be fine."

"We made a promise, right?"

Turing forced a smile, extended her right hand, hooked her pinky finger, and placed it in front of the woman.

"Thank you... Thank you so much, Turing."

The woman seemed to have returned to normal, and her smiling eye sockets seemed to hold spring water. She also extended a small hand, offering her pinky finger and connecting with Turing's.

Turing stared blankly at the hand she joined with the woman, letting out a genuine smile. She thought that if she really had a sister, it might feel like this.

It was someone who could freely accept her promises, be open about their past, and offer infinite tenderness.

[It can now be confirmed that she has likely accepted the memories of an angel.]

[This explains why she possesses both human memories and angelic power.]

[Regardless of what she is, I will take her out.]

[She still has so many interesting experiences to go through...]

[She still has so many beautiful worlds to explore...]

[She hasn't even had a single thing that truly belongs to her.]

Whenever Turing thought about her past self, an endless courage surged in her chest, filling her with the determination to brave any danger.

I will not let anyone go through the same life as me again.

Turing also knew that his idea was naive, but it was so within reach, just like when he decided to be with Merka at that time.

"I will definitely, definitely take you out."

Turing said again, solemnly.

However, the answer to Turing was a burst of fresh blood.

"What...?" Turing looked in astonishment at his right hand, which he was clutching with his fingers, and exaggerated black blood burst forth from it.

This was no longer the amount necessary for writing blood letters. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have died a long time ago.

But Turing felt no pain at all.

"You cannot take her away."

"Just like you couldn't take Prince An of Red Port, just like you couldn't take Elizabeth of Lachésis."

"Just like you couldn't take Merka, who lives in Joan's shadow."

The blood mist that sprayed from Turing's wrist gradually condensed into a frightening ghostly figure, and it even spoke.

"You agree, don't you, Mordred?" The ghostly figure placed a hand on the shoulder of the woman who was equally bewildered by the dazzling scene, and spoke.

[What is this thing!?]

[Weren't you the person who just came out of the coffin, Mordred!?]

"Sister! Don't listen to what it says..." Turing hurriedly shouted.

But when Turing saw the woman's incredulous expression, he knew it was too late. Something irreversible had already happened.

Turing angrily extended his hand, solid as a mage made of gold and stone, and fiercely smashed towards the black shadow.

The black shadow had substance, and after being hit by Turing, it retreated dozens of meters and flew next to the water tank.

"You're damned!" Turing relentlessly pursued, jumping towards the direction of the black shadow, intending to capture it with those gigantic hands.

[It came out from my wrist.]

"What does this mean? Were the blood letters before, and the time travel, all its tricks?"

"The damned one is you."

"You think you've tried your best."

"But in fact, you haven't paid any price."

"Everyone is buying into your weakness, haven't you noticed?"

The black shadow opened its blood-filled palm, resembling some kind of monstrous creature, and launched an attack at the nearby water tank, tearing a huge hole.

A surging, icy coolant rushed out of the crack like a mad torrent, instantly propelling Turing, who had no means of support in mid-air, far away.

"This is a coolant specially designed to deal with angels."

"It will slow down your physical abilities, seal your bodies."

The black shadow continued to create more cracks in the water tank. Once some of the cracks were torn open, the water pressure would keep getting larger.

Turing, who had finally stabilized himself, noticed that the vast laboratory was already flooded up to his ankles, and the woman not far away was still trembling with her head down.

[No, we can't control the sister now. I must subdue that thing quickly.]

[We can only pray that my sister can hold on.]

"Go to hell!" Even the well-mannered aristocrat like Turing cursed at this moment, veins popping on his forehead. Turing waved his hand, summoning a brilliant swirling energy, or rather, a cyclone.

Wave after wave of cruel waves crashed onto Turing. Turing held the back of the gun behind him, staring fixedly at the black figure standing on the wall of the water tank. His right arm made the sound of grinding teeth as he exerted force.

The coolant and the spiral spear collided, creating an explosive sound like hot oil in a frying pan.

Turing made a move. The long-term hunting experience gave Turing's spear the speed of a bullet. It can be said that there was hardly anyone Turing locked onto that could escape.

But in that instant of throwing, the black figure broke free from the lock.

"What?!"

It seemed like the black figure sensed Turing's intention and moved at the moment Turing began to throw. At this point, Turing's arrow was already on the string and couldn't change direction.

The scorching hot spear shot towards the black figure but missed and hit the water tank behind. The terrifying heat burst out from the spear, but was absorbed by the coolant inside the water tank, which had a much larger heat capacity. The steam formed by the coolant was compressed in the tank, creating an even larger explosion.

The water tank instantly twisted and changed shape, opening a narrow and long gap like a flash of lightning. In an instant, a flood rushed out like a collapsed dam.

The flying pieces of iron from the water tank and the violent water explosion roared towards the woman, seemingly aiming to tear her apart.

"No... it can't be!"

Turing took three steps and two steps, running towards the woman.