"Wait, Samael No. 2... What does this mean?"

"Samael No. 2, from what I can see here, refers to Lucifer."

Turing also noticed something strange in the records.

Through the change of personal pronouns in the text, it seems that Lucifer is not just called Lucifer, but can also be referred to as Samael No. 2.

And many other angels are the same, they have a nickname in addition to their formal names. For example, the angel Samael can also be called Mammon No. 2.

From some fragments of information, Turing could infer that No. 2 refers to the angels who were experimented on after No. 1.

And Mostima No. 2 is also called Beelzebub.

Turing read faster and faster, almost flipping to the next page right after finishing one. Her face became paler and she started feeling extremely uncomfortable, as if a sense of extreme discomfort was gradually taking over Turing's entire body.

"Turing... I can't hold on anymore, it seems like I can't control it."

The woman ran far away, out of the attack range of the azure angel.

The azure angel in the distance began to unleash a true massacre, its terror far exceeding the woman's control. It devoured angels, destroyed buildings, and showed no signs of stopping even when the woman shouted to stop.

"Turing... Turing?"

The woman covered her mouth, pointing unbelievably at a large gap in Turing's chest that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"This..."

Turing was startled. She was so focused on deciphering the information that she hadn't noticed such a serious wound on her own body.

A strong suffocating feeling seemed to paralyze all of Turing's bodily functions. The terrifying pressure pressed against Turing's throat. Turing unconsciously covered her throat with both hands, giving herself a moment to breathe.

The scene in front of Turing began to rotate slowly. The surrounding scenery changed, and the azure angel used a pair of plier-like giant hands to grip Turing's neck, spreading its beautifully vibrant wings, carrying Turing into the sky.

Its other flaming hand firmly inserted into Turing's chest, into that cavity that was exactly where it had dug it out.

"Hiss..."

Turing felt herself constantly rising, finally hitting the ceiling above the underground space, but the angel showed no signs of stopping.

The intense friction seemed to set Turing's back on fire. Turing's hot blood kept pouring out, igniting in flames between the two of them, time and time again.

Although unable to move the two immovable figures, a bloodstained passage was dug out in the underground.

Turing weakly held onto the angel's arm, trying to move it away from the culprit causing her to suffocate. But its arm was as hard as a diamond, as if it was originally fused together with Turing's neck, difficult to separate.

A flash of blood-red light passed, and Turing saw that there were blood-written words appearing on the hand that was holding onto the angel's arm.

Options: Hold tightly *

Hold tightly *

Hold tightly *

Turing didn't understand what it meant and subconsciously tightened his grip on the angel's arm. The scorching arm seemed to be melting Turing together. Turing felt like a piece of iron that could easily be melted into a sword blank or cast into a monument.

Based on the instinctive attraction within his body, Turing held on tighter and tighter, and even the slightest crack in space seemed to yield under Turing's grip, appearing in front of his eyes.

Finally, the space in front of him completely split open. The scene in front of him seemed to have shed a layer of skin, revealing a pure and flawless truth.

The truth was a woman and an angel.

The object in Turing's hand changed from the angel's arm into a transparent spiral spear.

The azure angel was crumpled into a ball, and the spiraling tip of the spear became a huge meatball. The woman was standing by, using tentacles to help Turing hold the spear.

"Come on... throw it, Turing."

The woman's pitiful half-face was completely destroyed, as if some kind of plant-like tentacles were growing on it.

But no feeling of nausea arose in Turing's heart; he only felt melancholy and tranquility.

"What...?"

"What does this mean?"

"How... How could this be?"

"Why is it like this?"

"Does letting go refer to this...?"

"Why did you tell me such a painful truth?"

Turing couldn't control his expression anymore. A cold gust of wind blew past the window, taking away the tears that Turing freely shed.

"Don't miss, kid."

"Even I know what to do at a time like this."

"You can't change the reality that has already happened."

At this moment, a pitch-black shadow appeared next to Turing. Its rational voice seemed like an embedded thorn that pierced Turing's heart.

Turing had already lost his heart, and yet, at this moment, he still felt a phantom pain from there.

"What's wrong, Turing?" The woman seemed to sense Turing's sadness, raising her hand to wipe away Turing's tears.

However, Turing, in a state of self-abandonment, pushed away the woman's reaching arm.

A hint of astonishment flickered in the woman's eyes, but it was followed by a relieved understanding.

"I see."

"So, you're already prepared."

The woman took a step back, retracting her tentacles, and clasped her two hands on her abdomen. Her serene posture was as elegant and natural as when she had first met Turing.

"You have grown, Turing."

The woman's words seemed to have the power to bring tears to one's eyes. As Turing's tears spilled over, he forcefully pushed the spiral spear towards the woman.

The world-destroying spear flew towards the vast underground world, annihilating the woman and numerous angels underground together.

In fact, I should have known earlier.

I should have known.

Combining the favor owed to Lafeil and the favor owed to McNewdeau, there were two favors in total.

That's why I could erase both debts by just helping McNewdeau once.

"That's because this favor happens to involve killing two angels."

"Namely, Mostima... and Beeswax."

The flying javelin pierced through the load-bearing walls of Tatarsus, causing the grand and magnificent buildings to tremble and collapse with a thunderous roar.

Turing knelt down amidst the swirling sand and gravel of this apocalyptic scene, waiting for the impending judgement.

Depleted of mana and stripped of its protective magic, Turing suffered a concussion from the falling walls, losing some of its memories.

Therefore, the McNewdeau family used the aside machine to treat Turing, but that's a story for later.