Dunkirk shook his head and with trembling hand tried to untie the belt on the damp hem of her skirt, but progress was slow due to having only one hand.
"It's okay, this little injury means nothing to a demi-angel like me."
"It's just... Miss, using the power of an angel comes with a price."
"Every time we use our power, we're bombarded with chaotic information from the angelic organs."
"To the point of driving us crazy, making us cruel."
"So, could you please help me get the sedative from my waist?"
Dunkirk's brows were lowered, cheeks slightly flushed. She looked like a ripe, washed fruit dripping with water as she lay on the ground.
From her severed arm sprouted small fleshy buds, wriggling in the air and rapidly forming tendons, bones, and joints visible to the naked eye.
"Oh... Oh."
Turing instinctively responded, stepping over Dunkirk's body to retrieve her medicine bottle from her waist belt.
As she gently pulled out the bottle, Turing felt no weight at all.
Upon closer inspection, she realized that the bottle had been split in half and the medicine inside was nowhere to be found.
"Miss..."
"It seems there is no medicine left in the bottle."
"You..."
Turing glanced at Dunkirk and noticed black veins, like coarse hemp threads, spreading across her neck.
Turing choked on her words, at a loss for what to say to comfort Dunkirk.
As her body slowly recovered, her gaze became clouded and crazed, uncontrollable.
Blood-soaked flesh wings gently unfurled behind her, like the wings of a cocooned caterpillar, while swollen flesh tumors swayed on the wings like feathers.
"Cough, cough."
"Miss... I'm sorry, it seems there's no time left."
"After I lose my sanity, don't listen to whatever nonsense I might say."
"Just give me a good beating."
"No need to hold back, I probably won't die anyway..."
Before she could finish her sentence, suddenly, Dunkirk curled up in pain, and water blisters began to appear on her flesh wings.
All of a sudden, with a loud sound, as Dunkirk let out a mournful scream, her back exploded along with all twenty-four human ribs.
Like the display case of a bar, the enormous flesh wings showcased all the organs and flesh from Dunkirk's chest, like bottles of fine wine, each section of flesh hidden beneath the wings.
Most of them were still attached to veins and disgusting blood clots.
Turing widened her eyes, staring at the monster that Dunkirk had become.
It was only now that she truly realized how inhumane the Cuckoo Plan was.
Dunkirk's chest and abdomen were now completely devoid of flesh, supported solely by the bones glistening white. And on the flesh wings hung nothing but hearts, not a single other organ.
Seventeen perfectly round hearts, no other viscera appeared on the wings.
These were all forcibly stuffed into Dunkirk's body during the laboratory experiment.
Turing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"The ethereal light of Wanyu,
Shining and blossoming for you."
Dunkirk, with lifeless eyes, murmured incomprehensible words as if driven to madness.
"This meaningless world, let me end it for you."
"Cheers!"
Dunkirk manipulated his wings and fiercely swung them towards Turing. Countless tumors on his wings fell off like feathers, rapidly shooting towards Turing.
Uncountable tumors, as fast as lightning, transformed into dangerous magical materials, instantly arriving next to Turing and emitting dazzling golden light before the final explosion.
Like being bombarded by hundreds of grenades at once, Turing was momentarily stunned and was blown into the sky by the terrifying firepower.
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After wandering through several blocks, the lost Merka finally arrived at this dilapidated alley.
"This should be the place."
Merka carefully checked the address given by the girl on the scroll, and after confirming everything was correct, their anxiety grew.
"Remember... try to be polite."
"Agree to whatever he asks, even if he disagrees, at least persistently nag for a while."
"Sigh... is there anything else to pay attention to?"
Taking a deep breath, Merka looked at the silent broken wooden door in front of them, and calmed their emotions.
"Well then, here goes."
Merka gently knocked on the door.
