"You must be dreaming!" Samael couldn't believe that the person beneath him, instead of being scared, showed no sign of panic at all.

He swiftly moved his hands behind his back, clasping them together, trapping Samael.

"You..." Samael immediately wanted to teach the person beneath him a lesson, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a red fiery orb, resembling blood.

Samael couldn't believe his eyes as he looked towards the fire, seeing the person in black robes accumulating magic power and chanting an incantation.

The blazing inferno in his hands transformed like a toy with complete control, shaping into a scorching core that he gently pushed out before gripping tightly.

"Conquer all weapons."

"The throne of Hephaestus."

Weapons formed from flames, such as axes, whips, swords, spears, crossbows, and clubs, grew from the man's back, causing him immense pain, making him scream in agony.

The blood seeped from his back, with the grisly bones of his spine piercing through his flesh, sticking to his clothes.

But even so, the man persisted in casting spells, pointing a finger at Samael, firmly locking onto his target.

A colossal flame shadow enveloped the man's body, a magnificent and astonishing throne encased him, adorned with various weapons aimed at Samael like canons.

"This is... Galleher family's magic!" Samael widened his eyes, trying to escape.

But the man beneath her was infused with immense magic, desperately restraining her, preventing her from breaking free.

"Die!" The man in the distance roared angrily, as sparks seemed to ignite all the gunpowder carried within him.

Different weapons transformed into meteors, surging towards Samael, intending to incinerate her along with the curse-bearer beneath her!

The barrage of weapons composed of a raging storm overwhelmed the floating figures of the two, and the colossal garment, stretching over ten meters in diameter, snapped like a twig around their waists.

Towering ancient trees collapsed and were swept into the terrifying vortex of flames.

Under the immense pressure of the fiery tongues, the ancient tree emitted a squeaking cry for help, only to turn into charred wood in an instant.

Anyone witnessing this scene couldn't help but exclaim in awe: Turing had undoubtedly met his demise.

"What an annoying bunch of rubbish."

However, her voice still echoed.

Surprised, the man cautiously surveyed his surroundings, searching for the source of the voice.

"You let go of my only chance for revenge."

The source of the voice seemed phantom-like, making it hard to discern its true location.

The man glanced at the ground with his peripheral vision, beside the burnt charcoal remains of the massive tree, only the upper half of the torso of the cursed child who sacrificed himself remained.

As for the rest of the body, it was scattered evenly around, in a state so shattered that even making dumplings would find the filling too fragmented.

It was hard to imagine what terrible strength he must have endured before the flames engulfed him.

Faced with such a surreal scene, the man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and quickly activated his magical vision, searching for Samael's figure.

However, all he could find around him were confused and panicked soldiers, along with robust and towering cedar trees.

Huh? Why does my own figure look so big in my field of vision?

The man turned his face in fear and looked back, only to see Samael, who had leaped behind him like Superman.

"You shall pay with your lives."

Boom!

A dull and deafening roar resounded in the man's head, and the heavy blow made the air tremble slightly.

But the man, gritting his teeth, didn't feel any pain as he had expected.

"What... What is this?"

The man squinted his tightly closed eyes, and a full stream of light penetrated his narrow eye sockets, taking away his vision.

The man widened his eyes in surprise, as a brilliant and narrow blue arc skimmed past his nose.

The crisp sound of crackling could be heard as Mulan only left behind a faint afterimage of her flying kick.

Her foot, sharp as a blade, kicked forcefully towards Samael's head, firmly hitting his skull.

In an instant, a flash of light, as if to split the heavens and earth, erupted on the side of Samael's face, and the precise and blue electrical arc, like a silver needle, pierced straight into Samael's skull without any obstruction.

This is not a metaphor, this is a fact.

The rushing Mulan really saw herself kicking through Turing's brain for a moment.

But in the next moment, in Mulan's eyes, Turing, who had been blasted into a huge cedar tree, stood up from the pit as if nothing had happened, wiping the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"You are simply not human, Altria."

"Even so, you still refuse to use magic?"

Damn it.

Samael muttered to himself.

His suspicion had already grown strong.

Dropback was like a starved parasite, crazily absorbing magic power from Samael's body.

His repeated anti-human acts had deeply made him and his followers question their own identity.

What should I do? What should I do now?

I'm almost out of magic!

Samael began to calculate the odds of voluntarily canceling dropback.

If I were to let even one person go and the news leaked out, it wouldn't just be Diana's people chasing after me, but even Oedipus's people.

That person wouldn't let me appear in a place like this.

Can I bear the consequences of leaking information?

"Aren't you planning to escape?"

"Well, you lot who have faced the debt of blood for decades, how can you still have the face to run away?"

"Just go ahead and fear me, then offer your necks for slaughter."

The brilliance of Ji Guang Pian Yu bloomed on Mulan's body like a flower, and a dazzling blue light burst forth from his warm eyes.

His vertical cat ears were pressed against the top of his head, ready to strike.

"Oh, I still have the signal gun given by Merka."

A thought flashed in Samael's mind, and he reached for the signal gun on the holster on the back of his waist, roughly pulled it out, and immediately raised his hand to shoot into the sky.

"Hiss..."

But in an instant, the finger resting on the trigger did not obey her command, no matter how hard Samael tried, she could not pull the trigger.

Samael was stunned, but it was just for a fraction of a second, or even just a microsecond, before he turned his head to look at his hand which was holding a signal gun. Samael saw Mulan's cold profile, surrounded by magnificent electric arcs, and his own severed right hand.