Wiping the water vomited from his mouth, Turing staggered to his feet and reluctantly took on a battle stance towards Dunkirk.

"Sorry for forgetting to introduce myself, miss."

Facing Turing, the woman respectfully performed a grand noble gesture and spoke to Turing.

"Lawyer is only my side job."

"As for my main profession... it's an assassin."

The woman gently placed her hand on her chest and introduced herself.

"Then you're here to kill me, right?"

"What could a killer have to talk about with me?"

Turing's brows and eyes drooped deeply, as if avoiding the woman's gaze in weariness.

In the past few years, the confidence and courage Turing had accumulated seemed to have been shattered by Oedipus' punch, and Turing's personality returned to the day she first met Oedipus.

Like a timid little rabbit.

That is exactly what I am prepared to tell you.

"You are unkillable."

"But you cannot accept this fact."

The woman, who was as charming as pear blossoms, lifted her dress, and a faint floral fragrance deeply pierced Turing's nostrils.

"Take a look."

She raised her delicate hand, pointing fiercely at Turing with a weapon that contained boundless malice.

That undead-like bloodthirsty black iron block made Turing increasingly recall the past and memories with Merka, its painful and intoxicating sweet taste enticing Turing, causing her to freeze in this moment of extreme crisis.

Several crimson tentacles suddenly burst out from under the woman's wet pomegranate skirt, flailing like flying, and colliding with Turing.

Caught off guard, Turing's body was riddled with giant holes as if it had been hit by artillery. At this moment, those grotesque and monstrous fleshy creatures on Turing's body seemed to want to erupt, but they were suppressed by some force.

Several tentacles, like those of an octopus, immediately tied Turing up securely.

A strange force was transmitted from the bulging veins of the tentacles, and Turing was quickly brought in front of the woman.

Are you trying to escape again?

Through death?

Dunkirk pointed the gun at Turing's chin, and with increasing strength, the chin of Turing, covered in weird skin, was pierced by her power.

Under the terrifying force of Dunkirk, consisting of tens of tons, the steel gun barrel was thrust into Turing's jaw.

The excruciating pain surged, and Turing could even feel the barrel penetrating through her shattered jawbone and reaching her brainstem.

But even so, Turing wasn't afraid.

This pain was nothing compared to the one-tenth of the iceberg in her heart and mind.

"Go ahead and kill me... Come on."

"That's just what I want."

"After all, I have nothing left."

Turing's voice was slightly unclear due to the blood choking her, but it didn't prevent Dunkirk from hearing clearly.

"I see."

"So that's why you have no will to fight."

"But if I say..."

"You haven't lost everything at all."

"What would you do if Oedipus tricked you?"

Turing tried to speak again, but the barrel of the gun had already pierced through flesh, firmly holding his tongue, and spurts of fresh blood sprayed out like a fountain.

"...What do you mean."

Holding the pistol tightly, Turing wanted to pull it out of his mouth, but Dunkirk's other hand was like a pair of pliers, gripping his throat, preventing him from exerting any force.

"Listen carefully."

"All of this is just a lie woven by Oedipus to control you."

"It's true that a man cannot use magic. But you are an angel, how can you not use magic?"

"You were indeed born male. But for an ever-changing angel, why can't you change genders?"

"Among half-humans and half-angels, you are different from me, you are a more perfect form - a complete one."

"You are fully entitled to reclaim what belongs to you."

"All you need to do is to learn how to use this angelic power with me."

"First, change your perception."

"An angel cannot die."

"You must engrave this sentence in your mind like carving it."

Mars splattered, and the bullet with the scent of gunpowder shattered flesh in an instant, heading straight for Turing's brain.

Blood splashed fiercely from Turing's skull, flying in the air like torrential rain.