"Twenty thousand years."

"All remains the same."

"No progress, no improvement."

"The same mistakes are still being made."

"The same punishments... still to be endured."

A vast expanse of pain took refuge in mysterious memories of the past, ruthlessly carving out a big hole in Turing's skull, drilling into her scalp.

Her fragile consciousness flickered like a candle in the wind, almost extinguished.

"T-Turing?"

Merka looked at Turing in surprise, who seemed to have suddenly changed, leaving Merka speechless, unsure of what to say.

Turing coldly glanced at Merka, as if not recognizing her.

She didn't say anything more, only holding a black key in her hand, forcefully inserting it into her own neck.

A gush of horrifying black blood, like a shattered fire hydrant, sprayed out freely from Turing's neck, with a horrifying intent rushing out from the bowl-sized wound, splashing all around.

Continuously growing tendrils of nauseating horror emerged violently from the spilled black blood on the ground, striking out like lightning bolts, instantly piercing through those noble individuals attempting to escape.

Now, the entire dueling arena was truly in chaos.

The dazed screams and agonizing wails of the nobles hovered like ominous crows in the sky above the dueling arena, numerous magicians turning into corpses on the tendrils before they could even finish their incantations.

In an instant, the entire dueling field turned into a living hell.

The girl who had just narrowly escaped victory in the audience, upon witnessing this terrifying scene, trembled all over with fear, not daring to linger any longer, not even bothering to put on clothes. She didn't spare a glance at the red powder pouch on the ground, scampering towards the entrance passage of the dueling arena.

But Turing only lifted her eyes slightly, as tendrils sprouted from her back, piercing the girl accurately. The horrific force smashed the smooth ground of the dueling arena, creating a complex web of cracked patterns.

"Turing!"

Merka thought Turing had been unresponsive in her body all this time because she didn't want Merka to interfere, but never would she have thought that Turing would immediately kill so many people once she took action.

She had only wanted to kill that Milan and let her pay for her crimes, which would have maybe been acceptable to Pope Maria... but now, the situation made it clear that there was no way to resolve this through proper procedures.

And, more importantly... at least that Curseborn girl was innocent, wasn't she?

She was just brought in by accident.

Now that things had escalated to this point, it was totally unacceptable!

"Innocent? What innocence?"

Turing, with a demonic expression, spoke to Merka.

Merka was momentarily taken aback, realizing that Turing had accessed his immediate memories using aside.

Moreover... Turing hadn't touched him at all; she had used a form of aside that didn't require physical contact.

This sensation... this intrusion into the minds of others felt just like that shadow he encountered in Erisburg before.

"In all killings, there is no error."

"Human beings are born with the inferior roots that should be killed."

As she fervently narrated, Turing began to inflate like an inflated balloon, her throat becoming like the belly of a pregnant woman in October, her limbs becoming like the red and swollen pincers of a lobster, even her intestines and internal organs bursting out of her navel in layers.

Merka was completely stunned, he had never seen such a terrifying scene before.

Although Turing claimed to be an angel, Merka had never associated her with those ugly and bizarre creatures.

But now, he was gradually starting to understand the incomprehensible terror of the weight of Turing's angelic title.

"They sincerely mistake their ** as romantic love affairs."

"Mistake their indecision as the temperament of an artist."

"And mistake their idleness for the transcendence of a philosopher."

Scales in the shape of a uterus began to grow on Turing, numerous tentacles enveloped Turing, molding her into a giant creature over ten meters high.

Merka's pupils contracted sharply, he realized that this was the artificial Chimera he had seen before.

"They lie, but they never know they are lying."

When others expose them, they claim that lies are beautiful."

"They always compliment each other... claiming to be idealists."

The Chimera spoke in a human voice, still saying things that Merka did not understand, as if reciting lines like a spell.

"You are not Turing... you, you are..."

"Kagtua... ."