"It's insane..." Merka muttered as she looked at the crowd in front of her, seemingly filled with infinite power and uncontrollable.

The man paused and continued speaking.

"I swear in the name of my persona Mulan, I will not accept any form of compromise or bribery!"

"Even if it means sacrificing everything, I will bring the Altria family into an irreversible state of suffering!"

The man who called himself Mulan suddenly had two pairs of cat-shaped protrusions on his hat, and he took out a walkie-talkie from his back waist, placing it within view of the crowd.

"Now I have received a message from Diana, saying that Turing seems to have given up hunting and has been guerrilla fighting with the Galleher family."

"Although Turing seems to be at her weakest, now is not the best time to start the war."

"For safety, some of you will continue to harass Turing with me and exhaust her energy, while the others will stay and guard the machine."

"It is when victory is within reach that a person is most vulnerable."

"It is at that moment that we will bring Turing the deepest despair!"

What... Samael, what are you doing?

Merka felt like crying.

Just hunt her covertly, why don't you understand?

Merka felt like she was losing her mind.

"Um, General..."

Merka was about to ask Mulan to let her join the team that was harassing Turing when Mulan spoke first.

"Victor, you will guard the machine with me."

"You were just injured, participating in the battle will slow me down."

Mulan's powerful voice carried an undeniable tone. Merka had always felt that his ethereal androgynous voice didn't match his cruel words.

Wait a minute.

Something seems off.

Why are both tasks assigned to "me"?

Can he really handle both tasks at the same time?

"The rest of you, those skilled in combat, come with me." Mulan made a gesture with his hand. Merka noticed that the boy who had disappeared into the shadows before had reappeared, leaning against a tall tree.

"The rest of you, come with me."

Merka glanced back at the person who looked exactly like Mulan and walked towards Mulan.

Could it be a body double?

Or some kind of deceptive magic...

Forget it, let Samael handle her own issues, I'm already overwhelmed here.

"It's alright, even if Samael can't handle it... I still have a trump card up my sleeve."

Merka squinted her eyes slightly, turned her head away from the "Mulan" leaning against the tree, and murmured to herself.

-------------------------------------------------------

"What a vulgar habit, Dickens."

"You not only have to drink tea before sleeping, but also smoke a cigarette."

Late at night, Samael, like an elegant owl, perched on a sturdy branch.

"I could smell that sour and sarcastic Galleher family's scent from miles away."

Now, Samael transformed himself using a backdrop, taking on Turing's appearance.

Samael lowered his eyes and looked at the women sitting under the tree, all of them with defeated expressions on their faces.

Most of them were injured to varying degrees, some even had broken arms but dared not use magic to heal for fear of being taken away by Oedipus' men.

It was evident that Samael had been heavy-handed.

Originally, they had intended to harass Turing, but now they were being tortured by Turing's occasional ambushes, leaving them in unbearable pain.

If they pursued Turing, she would quickly vanish; if they didn't, Turing would turn around and shoot at them.

Having traveled a long distance in pursuit, they were not only running out of bullets but also completely losing their temper.

In fact, they were also puzzled. Turing was supposed to be very competitive. Why would she waste bullets on them? This was completely different from the plan.

Although most of them were currently disheartened, there was still one person reading a book, drinking tea, and even smoking.

She showed no signs of fatigue and exhaled steadily.

She was Dickens Galleher, the eldest noble of the legitimate Galleher branch, seven years older than Turing.

"Death is inevitable, especially for people like you."

"Isn't it better to die by my hands than in the hands of Oedipus?"

The night descended, and the blue moon flames on the horizon quietly baked the lonely affection.

Finally succumbing to exhaustion, the people under the tree leaned against it and fell asleep one by one.

Dickens also poured out the tea, extinguished the pipe, and leaned against a stone, silently murmuring.

Perhaps they thought that even Turing wouldn't be able to endure guerrilla warfare in the morning and ambushes at night.

But the one playing the role of Turing at the moment was not human, but Samael. Angels couldn't feel fatigue--

Although the real Turing was not human either.

Samael spread her sleek and agile wings like a bat, tiptoed, and jumped down from the air, landing gently beside Dickens.

"Your incompetence, cowardice, and arrogant character are related to your upbringing, I don't blame you."

"Then please accompany Mammon on the road to the underworld, consider it your redemption."

"You're getting off cheap."

With a penetrating strike, Samael's five fingers clenched together like a lead bullet and shot towards Dickens' throat, ripping it off completely while she was deep in sleep.

Dickens was suddenly startled awake, and blood spurted fiercely from her seven orifices.

Still in a state of confusion, she looked at Samael in panic and firmly grasped Samael's arm with both hands.

She wanted to use magic immediately to heal herself, but Samael held onto her throat, occupying the position that she needed for healing, making it impossible for her to repair her body.

She continued to struggle and kick her legs to attract the attention of the people around, but how could someone with a nearly severed neck have any strength?

She couldn't even use any other magic. The pain would disrupt the brain's visualization of the magic circle, which was especially deadly for nobles - most affluent nobles didn't learn magic immersed in pain from a young age like Turing did.

Samael grabbed hold of Dickens's broken neck and started walking towards the depths of the forest, the burning sensation around his neck torturing Dickens almost to the point of madness.

"You emitted magical energy fluctuations just now, didn't you?"

"In that case, Oedipus will send someone soon, and I must kill you quickly."

"Do you know, Dickens, I really want to reveal my true form now, to let you see the face of the person you deceived and betrayed."

"To make you feel guilty, to make you regret."

"But not now, it's a special time."

"I can't take any risks."

In just a few sentences, Dickens realized he had no idea where he had been brought.

"It's better for you to die like this, in confusion."

Suddenly, Dickens seemed to understand something, and his struggling intensified several times.

The pleading sound of submission turned into warm blood, constantly flowing from her broken throat. Her tears of blood mixed with the oozing saliva, flowing down her chin, as if she would die soon.

"It's really surprising, Miss Turing."

A cold, unfeeling male voice suddenly appeared, causing the already eerie atmosphere to drop a few degrees.

"Can you please tell me..."

"What is the secret to your immense power?"

A series of solitary flames lit up around them, illuminating the circle of black-clad men surrounding Samael.

They were silent, they were stoic, like monuments outside city walls, faithfully performing their duty to defend.

But with those flames, they resembled a pack of hungry wolves, their ferocious gazes locked onto their prey in the dark night.

They only awaited the command of the alpha wolf to tear apart the lonely and weak piece of flesh before them.