The steam on the woman's body became more and more intense, piercing Turing's delicate skin with a searing sensation.
But Turing still tightly held the woman's hand.
"Kill me."
"Let me leave a good impression in your heart, okay?"
The woman's smile was almost invisible, hidden beneath the folds of white wrinkles on her face.
"Sister... my good sister..."
"I understand..." Turing sighed deeply, the heavy suffering filled Turing's heart like moist fruits in deep autumn, solid and full.
Turing shook her broken body, straddling the woman's waist, and transformed into a flaming blade.
The thin and fragile blade of fire flickered in the rain because of Turing's faint magic.
Turing trembled all over, raising the blade high, and fiercely stabbed at the woman's heart.
"Destiny is truly a vague and profound thing."
A shadow appeared silently beside Turing and said slowly.
"You have failed, once again."
Turing rubbed her blood-stained hand, massaged her eyes deeply sunken in her eye sockets, and finally discovered that it was not the woman's blood.
It was Turing's own blood.
The entire wound on Turing's wrist was split open by the force of the thrust.
"What do you mean..."
Turing was in a bad mood now, and this annoying shadow dared to speak up.
"The literal meaning."
The shadow snapped his fingers, and the entire scene froze instantly.
One of the woman's tentacles appeared in Turing's blind spot. If it wasn't for the timely intervention of the shadow, Turing would have been impaled.
"You made the wrong choice, although I don't know where you went wrong."
"But with your current magic, it is impossible for you to defeat this guy."
"Obviously, you will be killed by her."
"This doesn't match reality."
Turing spread her hands, looking at her broken wrist and the woman's unharmed body, falling into silence.
"What did I choose wrong..."
"I just wanted to fulfill the agreement..."
"It's the same with sister."
"I just wanted a little."
"Why does this world always obstruct and harm me..."
Turing weakly looked up at the sky, the motionless raindrops in the air seemed like diamonds falling from the heavens, beautiful and fragile.
"I'm not interested in wasting time with a brat."
"You still have one last chance, I will rewind your memory again."
"If you fail..."
"You will be in danger of death."
"Who told you to be so stupid?"
"Don't even know how to deal with challenges you have already experienced."
Turing clenched her teeth, angered by the shadow's obvious mockery.
"You go die first!"
Turing gathered her last bit of strength and suddenly attacked, delivering a powerful punch to the shadow's head.
The shadow immediately disappeared, dissipating into dark smoke, and after the dense smoke cleared, the woman's beautiful face appeared.
"Turing... Turing?" The woman was startled by Turing's powerful punches, and stood frozen in place.
Seeing this, Turing quickly stopped his movements. He realized that most of his injuries had healed, and his magical power had almost returned to its peak.
"Sister?" Turing saw the woman acting normally and looked around in confusion, realizing that he was in the laboratory.
The endless water tank was still standing there, and Turing now deeply understood how dangerous and massive its contents were.
Turning his head, Turing saw the white coffin-like object containing humans. In his hand, he still held a sticker with the name Moses Tima.
Time began to flow again at an inappropriate moment.
Rubbing his temples with a headache, Turing's jumbled memories felt as chaotic as sand flowing in a river.
"Right, in Sister's memories. Didn't Prometheus and the rest of them see this coffin on their tablets?" Turing carefully examined the details around the white coffin and felt increasingly familiar with it.
"There's no doubt about it. This is Moses Tima's coffin."
"Could she be Moses Tima?"
Turing's gaze shifted to the woman inside the coffin, and a mysterious sickle gradually appeared in his palm.
"That's... fine..."
"If she can take Sister's place in death..."
"Let me try."
A ruthlessness that couldn't be matched flashed in Turing's eyes as he swiftly rotated 360 degrees around the sickle, forcefully smashing it down onto the top of the coffin.
Through the coffin, Turing directly split the person and the coffin into two halves. The person inside the coffin fell to the ground, turning into two fleshy masses devoid of life.
"So simple?"
"How can an angel of that level be so fragile!"
"Something... Something is wrong."
Suddenly, Turing felt that something had been consistent throughout, and he was about to grasp the clue.
"Calm down, calm down. I must think this through."
"If I made the wrong choice just now, there might still be a turning point."
"Perhaps... Sister may not die after all."
Turing began biting his finger and pacing back and forth in place.
"Turing, what's wrong all of a sudden?" The woman was starting to feel a little scared by Turing's almost frantic behavior.
There's no doubt that Sister is very powerful. She is definitely one of the top seven in the angel rankings. In other words, Sister should be one of the Seven Great Devils."
"But besides Moses Tima, aren't there any other angels here that are completely white all over?"
"Although angels can change their forms and colors, theoretically, their natural state should not change."
"Could it be that Sister purposely changed her color until the very last moment to deceive me?"
"No, I should not be fixated on forms, just like Maria back then, who was easily deceived by my mother."
"Now, there are a few key questions:"
"1. Why was this weak angel locked in Moses Tima's coffin?"
2. Why is that blue angel called Moschima No. 2? How did it initially obey the commands of her sister but later stopped listening?
3. Why did this research institute end up in such a damaged state?
Turing scratched her head in annoyance, sincerely wishing that Merka was by her side to advise her. She really wasn't good at intellectual work.
All of these could actually be explained by the riot in the laboratory.
In such chaotic circumstances, many things can happen.
But...
"Oh, right."
"Why is the protagonist of the riot, my mother, not giving me any clues?"
"I can't believe that I haven't found any leads!"
Turing widened her eyes.
