Turing came back to his senses and found himself leaning on a rusty bed on aside.

In front of him, the angel transformed into a flaming chainsaw, viciously sawing on Turing's neck, splattering blood that not only stained Turing's clothes black but also splashed all over the machine.

With his seven orifices bleeding, Turing tried to stop the chainsaw in the angel's hand by grabbing onto its shoulders.

Unfortunately, the blood loss had already drained most of Turing's strength.

Turing roughly sensed the pain coming from his neck and realized that it had been sawed open almost halfway.

Turing coughed violently, causing his grip to loosen slightly. The azure angel immediately increased its strength, pressing all its might onto Turing.

"Now, stop the volcano mode. I won't die, right?" Turing opened his mouth and laughed helplessly.

"When did I start to be so timid?" Turing finally let go of his hand, perplexing the angel, but it increased the output of flames even more.

Trembling, Turing raised his right hand and pointed to the angel's cheek, a burning sound seemed to come from somewhere distant, as if from beyond the sky.

"The world is like firewood, and we burn brightly."

"I pass on the everlasting torch to you."

"Hoping for your thousand and hundred generations, countless years of inheritance."

"Grand Flame Spiral."

An invisible spiral javelin surged out of Turing's palm, instantly splitting the angel's head into two halves.

The destructive spear convoluted clouds and ruins, seemingly encompassing everything in the heavens and earth.

The angel's entire body was torn apart by the spear, contorted into a non-humanoid sphere. Its blood burst out like a flood, instantly flooding Turing's feet, and then it was swept up by a terrifying tornado, becoming part of the endless black hole formed by the spear's tip.

Turing clenched the spear that could destroy the heavens and earth, biting her teeth tightly, feeling as if her cheeks were about to dislocate, but it was still not as intense as the dizziness caused by the blood loss.

"Hold on..." Turing's consciousness became blurry, and her grip on the spear reflexively loosened.

Turing forced herself to open her bleary eyes, only to discover that the angel, even in the midst of such a powerful magic center, was still continuously repairing itself.

Its blue flesh seemed like some kind of slime organism, constantly disintegrating, reorganizing, but it never disappeared.

"Quick...quickly throw the spear." Turing wanted to do so, but she no longer had the strength to do it.

The lingering warmth of her body temperature overflowed from Turing's wounds along with the blood. Turing was almost unable to support her own body.

A flash of ferocity appeared in Turing's eyes as she freed her other hand, set it ablaze, and directly applied it to her own neck.

After a sizzling sound, Turing practically burned her neck completely, and the spewing blood naturally slowed down.

Turing finally managed to retain a bit of strength in her body.

"Roar!!!"

Turing let out a deafening roar from his damaged throat, mustering all the strength in his body, and unleashed the full potential of the elastic energy stored in his waist, forcefully propelling the javelin forward like a unstoppable force.

"Oh no!"

"I have a cramp in my hand, is it because of the blood loss?"

Turing was alarmed, his hand holding the gun went limp, and by this time, the javelin was already halfway released. He watched as the gun barrel was about to slip from his bent fingers.

In a panic, Turing closed his eyes, preparing himself for the imminent explosion.

However, a gentle and slender hand closed Turing's fingers around the gun, wrapping around his hand and gripping the javelin.

Turing turned around in surprise, and there stood a woman whose half body had already turned snow white, covered in tentacles.

To be honest, women these days had nothing to do with beauty.

"Sister...I thought you left?" Turing tried to communicate with the woman using magic, but then remembered that she couldn't use magic.

The woman shook her head and pointed at the javelin that Turing was about to throw, using her tentacles to wrap around the gun handle.

Grand Flame Spiral was, after all, one of the most destructive magic spells in Acadia, and even the gun handle was not supposed to be touched by anyone other than the caster.

When the woman's tentacles touched the javelin, they were instantly roasted into smoke, but with so many tentacles, she still managed to hold onto the gun handle with Turing's help.

From the woman's expression, Turing could tell that it hurt her a lot.

"Sister, you can actually hear me speak?"

"Sister, can you use magic now?"

"This...this means..."

Before Turing could think, a surge of tremendous force came from the gun handle. Turing immediately reacted and, working together with the woman, threw the unrivaled javelin.

The transparent spiral shattered and incinerated everything in its path, carrying with it the ultimate energy and flying towards the distant sky, blossoming into a magnificent firework.

It was as if the sun had risen, a flaming red ball dispersed all the clouds, dispelling all darkness and shadows. It lasted for quite a while before gradually fading away.

The residents of the village in the distance felt the warmth from this sunlight and thought the sun had risen. They got up and prepared to investigate, only to see the sun gradually disappearing.

Countless hot air gathered into clouds, breaking through the higher clouds, causing a rainfall in the vicinity of Tartarusburg.

The rain fell softly.

Turing nearly fainted, but with the support of the woman, he slowly stood up.

The woman assisted Turing as they walked out of the shattered Tartarusburg.

"Sister, we finally made it out..."

Turing's voice was hoarse, as if his vocal cords were damaged like a broken needle on an old gramophone.

Although the woman couldn't understand Turing's raspy words, she nodded in agreement.

Turing and the woman walked together slowly, step by step, with every step leaving behind a footprint, and every step evoking memories. They passed the stone path in the courtyard, walked into the lawn of the flower bed, and strolled on the concrete ground in front of the gate of Tartarusburg.

They strolled through Turing's shattered but fragile yet beautiful memories.

The rain was pouring harder and harder as the woman guided Turing aimlessly through the forest outside the castle.

"I remember we made a promise... right?"

"I brought you out here, sister."

"Although it's simple here, there's nothing interesting... just the forest."

"But where I live is beautiful..."

"Oh, and Red Port is also fun. There are all sorts of people and you can eat foreign food, smoke foreign cigarettes, even though they probably aren't as good as ours..."

A chilly evening breeze rustled the leaves, and the misty dew gently dampened Turing's hair and shoulders.

Outside it was cold, but inside she felt warmth. The excitement of surviving a great danger combined with the joy of fulfilling the promise, Turing felt as though her body temperature could heat up the raindrops on her.

Turing looked at the woman, who didn't utter a single word in response to her lengthy speech.

"Sister... are you not happy?"

Turing widened her eyes as the woman collapsed right in front of her, falling even before Turing, who was covered in wounds.

In a frantic rush, Turing knelt down and grabbed the woman's hand.

The woman struggled to turn over, her face now facing up, looking straight into Turing's face.

Her face was deeply marked with exhaustion, resembling bloodstains.

"Sister is happy, of course she is happy."

"To obtain a new life, of course sister is happy."

The woman's cheeks and limbs began to turn an unnaturally pale color. Angelic features emerged from her as if sprouting from the rain-soaked soil.

"But you see, demons are just like this."

"Sister is trapped in the memories given by others and cannot escape."

"A person who has savored memories, just like a shade-loving black cohosh accustomed to a decaying life, how could they withstand experiencing a rose-colored life once again?"

"If sister isn't bound to that day in that year at the research institute..."

"Sister cannot go on living."

"This is her fate."

The woman smiled apologetically at Turing.

"I'm sorry."

"The reason I didn't speak earlier was because I was afraid using my brain would make me remember something."

"So I didn't really pay attention to what Turing was saying."

"But now that I think about it, since the result is the same, I might as well listen."

"It's quite ridiculous, isn't it?"

The woman seemed genuinely amused and laughed out loud.

【Gabriel, Raphael, Ifrit! Where the fuck are you three now?!】

【Sister is dying, she's dying!】

【My sister is about to turn into something completely unrecognizable.】

【That's my sister, my sister!】

Turing howled in grief and anger, but the blood pouring into her throat from her wound choked her, and she couldn't make a sound.

Violent coughing replaced her crying.

The white leather on the woman's body started to spread rapidly as she spoke, pouring down like a torrential rain, turning into steam upon contact with her body.

"If only you were really my sister."

"You are so confident, so determined, so powerful."

"Like a little sun."

Turing tightly held the woman's hand, tears and rain flowing together.