The raging thunder covered Samael's body, a premonition of impending storm mixing with desolation in the empty basement, countless droplets of water floating in the air, turned into floating dust and wildfire.

The broken smoke crossed the air, blades darting around the room, sharp breaths colliding haphazardly, leaving the marble walls of the basement riddled with holes.

"I invoke the name of Keg-tuya."

"Sow your sins upon you."

"The final chapter incantations."

"Fire god, make way!"

Samael's eyes turned completely lifeless and emanated auroras, terrifying patterns resembling electric wires in a night of auroras, illuminating the dark basement to a ghostly white.

The lines of death almost completely covered Samael's body, dyeing her skin as densely as the silkworms on a mulberry leaf.

Beelzebub leaped down from Oedipus, blocking beside her. Several thick tentacles, like siege hammers, burst out from her body like a dragon, intercepting the steam constantly bursting forth from Samael.

"Master Oedipus, be careful!"

In a panic, London rushed towards Samael.

"Get behind me, do you want to die?!"

Seeing London, recklessly attempting to interrupt Samael's incantations, Beelzebub transformed into human form, swiftly extending a tentacle, pulling London, who was on the verge of turning to ashes in this apocalyptic magic, back.

Adorned in flame-clad attire, the seductive vixen stood between Oedipus and London, resembling a wildly growing plant, sprouting tentacle-like branches continually, directly facing the aftermath of Samael's horrific magic.

Beelzebub gritted her teeth as the fierce storm directly pierced through the ceiling of the basement, turning the initially hundred square meter basement into a chamber the size of a courtyard amidst the terrifying hurricane and firestorm.

The moment it connected with the outside world, the cold air pouring in from above completely shattered the already crumbling dungeon.

But even here, Samael's magic had not fully begun.

Her body continued to radiate light, expanding incessantly.

It was as if some great and invincible being was about to descend upon this confined space.

"She's going to explode! Don't mind me, stop her!"

Angrily yelling at Beelzebub, Oedipus's face was filled with fury.

"Tsk."

"You little fool... you said you'd never miscalculate."

"Why the rush."

Glancing back lightly at Oedipus's panicked face, Beelzebub sneered.

In an instant, retracting all her already broken tentacles, Beelzebub moved like a flying fish navigating through a swift waterfall.

Caught between the storm, she flashed beside Samael.

In that split second, she raised her fist high towards Samael.

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Outside the mansion, in the palm grove, Turing danced and fluttered, wielding the sword named "Judgement". With a swift strike, the sword fell upon the ashen trunk of a palm tree, causing a violent explosion as the tree crashed down with a thunderous roar.

"Chirp chirp!"

A strange and cute sound emitted from Turing's mouth as she raised "Judgement" high, pulling the trigger, and a rapid bullet instantly flew towards a large rock, creating a smooth and neat hole in it.

"The power is nothing compared to my fists."

"...But it should be enough for ordinary people."

Turing pulled the trigger a few more times, but the gun was out of bullets, only making a crisp clicking sound.

"No more bullets?"

Turing had been playing with this strange weapon in the forest for quite a while, and the surrounding trees and land were all destroyed, creating a vast and desolate ruin.

This small island had undergone various intensive training sessions by Turing, making it really hard not to worry if Turing would sink it in one stroke.

As the sun set, the bright duck egg yolk on the horizon shone brightly in Turing's heart.

Turing looked up with a premonition.

A woman waving black crow-like wings flapped her wings and floated down towards Turing.

Her tentacles wrapped around several suitcases, and the grotesque devil-like organs on her body swayed, but they did not diminish her hot figure and frosty temperament.

"Turing, what are you doing?"

She put down the suitcases and asked Turing.

"Dunkirk sister, you're here."

"Trying the weapons they gave us... What's wrong?"

One of Turing's hands naturally rested on the side of her body, gently grasping a sword; the other hand held a gun in mid-air with a delicate wrist, as if the gun was very heavy.

"Um..."

"Both of those weapons are disposable."

"Once the pistol is out of bullets, it’s done, and the explosive damage of the sword also has a limit."

"We were meant to use them for emergencies against Merka."

Dunkirk looked at the smoky weapons in Turing's hands and smiled helplessly.

"Oh? I see."

Upon hearing this, a sense of guilt for doing something wrong rose from the depths of Turing's heart, making her a little nervous.

"Are these weapons expensive?"

"They are quite expensive... not overly, but still quite important."

"Good thing we produce them in abundance now, I'll bring you another pair later."

"Oh! That's great."

"Sister, you're the best!"

Turing dove into Dunkirk's warm embrace, burying her face in the woman's warm bosom, rolling around freely.