"Oedipus."

"I can see through you now."

"You're simply afraid of me!"

"Otherwise, why would you even bring Beezelbub here?"

"You've been hurt too deeply by the younger members of that forbidden band."

"You thought you were pulling all the strings, but didn't expect her to have a hidden divine mechanism!"

The hearty laughter echoed in the dark room, momentarily casting its influence even on the eerie and terrifying atmosphere, making it more vibrant.

London's face turned green and red with fear at the sudden madness of Samael; yet Oedipus seemed completely unfazed by Samael's rants, still confidently smiling, crouching in front of Samael, unmoving.

"So be it!"

"Now that you've guessed it."

"Let me give you a ride then!"

Summoning a majestic surge of magic, Samael broke free from the fragile restraints, and the sky was filled with broken ropes and splintered wood chips blooming like peonies.

Samael, surging towards Oedipus, resembled a sea dragon breaking through the waves, raising an unstoppable tide of blood.

"Emptiness of sexual fire, fire of sexual emptiness—"

"All living beings on the earth have the wisdom and virtue of Tathagata,"

"Adhering to the sacrificial doctrine..."

Even a fool could tell that Samael was about to unleash the most powerful magic in this world.

She didn't actually need to chant a spell, but her self-imposed human identity hindered her, believing that casting spells as a human required chanting. However, when using powerful magic, even a slight delay like this could be very dangerous for a mage.

- Even if it was almost just a matter of seconds.

From a distance, London, who had been flung away, seemed to suddenly realize something. Even she, who had witnessed so much bloodshed, trembled like chaff now.

Oedipus, too, couldn't help but be moved, as the rapidly rising magical fluctuations shook an area of tens of kilometers in an instant and continued to rise. If this trend continued, the entire city of Crotto would be engulfed by this violent magical fluctuation.

"Die..."

Samael roared.

However, several tentacles sprang from a harmless small fox nearby, piercing through Samael and slamming her hard onto the ground.

Instantly, the ground seemed to sink deeply as if pierced by some hard steel rods, with a large chunk of the surface sinking deep with a violent sound, and the grim cracks blooming like a rose, fiercely unfolding like flower petals of earth crack.

The tense and terrifying atmosphere of the decisive battle disappeared in an instant.

And the sea-like surging magical fluctuations from Samael also disappeared.

In her place was a bubbling fountain of blood on Samael's body.

Samael lay in the murmuring pool of blood, the blood vapor surrounding her making her frozen face look as if she were dead, until after a while, she seemed to wake up from a deep dream.

*Cough, cough...*

Samael's white eyes gradually regained focus, a mouthful of blood choking her throat.

Beezelbub slightly opened a fox-like vertical pupil, seeming to disdainfully glance at the lackluster Samael embedded in the ground.

A pungent sweetness surged in Samael's heart, and she tried to break free with all her strength, but it was too late. Tentacles had already burrowed deep into Samael's slender limbs and internal organs like gnarled roots, causing massive bleeding with the slightest movement of her muscles.

"Lord Oedipus... It's time to use aside," London said slowly as he approached Oedipus.

After a moment of contemplation, Oedipus knelt before Samael, who looked shattered under the tentacles, her eyes filled with a mix of killing intent and astonishment.

"I also want to search her memories..."

"I don't care how Merka won the game."

"But I'm curious about what plans Mammon had before she died."

"Mammon wouldn't have died so easily. She must have discussed something with Samael or left something behind."

"It could be a conspiracy or a deadly trap."

"However, knowing Mammon's caution, she probably wouldn't have left memories for me to search."

Oedipus grabbed Samael's collar and lifted her motionless body. Red tentacles silently extended from under Oedipus's skirt, dabbing into Samael's bloodstains on the floor, drawing a giant magic circle around them.

"But I'll search anyway."

Eerie magic seeped into Samael's brain through the circle as Oedipus delved into her memories.