“The CIA Military • Gun Magic.”

The bubbling and churning sound of lava grew louder and more intense, as Beezelbub coldly flicked his index finger towards Merka.

In an instant, Beezelbub's small fist seemed to transform into a golden toad living in the flames, viciously thrusting its sharp flame tongue towards Merka.

With a bang, Merka's entire head was torn into pieces by the powerful flames.

“Oh...?”

Beezelbub, somewhat surprised to see Merka so easily defeated, quickly became alert again.

A faint magical fluctuation floated lightly out of Merka's headless body.

A huge and fierce cat's paw extended from behind Merka's headless body, ruthlessly thrusting between Merka and Beezelbub, perfectly enveloping Merka except for one arm exposed outside.

Beezelbub watched with interest as Merka performed his actions, saying nothing as he stood with crossed arms, curious about what Merka intended to do.

However, Beezelbub soon regretted his careless and overconfident move.

“What?”

An eerie atmosphere, like sewage surging in a thick autumn night puddle, began spreading wildly.

Countless bizarre and strange contraptions from Merka's golden house seemed to suddenly gain a consciousness of their own – growing wings or four legs, transforming into vultures or hyenas, all rushing towards Beezelbub.

Without panic, Beezelbub raised his slender hand, intending to obliterate all these oddities at once.

But suddenly, a mechanical giant whale emerged from the ground, fiercely biting Beezelbub's legs.

A strong force surged through his legs, causing Beezelbub to lose balance and be dragged to the ground by the whale.

The beasts wasted no time and rushed forward to tear Beezelbub to shreds.

Several large cat paws quickly followed, delivering ruthless blows.

The cat paws pounded relentlessly, crushing Beezelbub wrapped in scrap metal into a pulp on the ground.

“The Sea-divider... wand!”

The headless Merka finally made a move, a mysterious buzzing sound emanating solemnly from his body, echoing throughout the golden house.

A distorted-looking wand was abruptly pulled out by Merka from his chest, held silently in front of him.

An extreme sharpness erupted along with a terrifying sound, causing the entire hut to tremble just facing this momentum, almost on the verge of collapse.

If Grand Flame Spiral was the most powerful magical attribute the Acadia people could access, then The Sea-divider was the most powerful physical magic.

Extreme violence, extreme methods, extreme ability to delineate a new boundary for something, extreme severing of all connections, this was the true power of a god.

A faint beam of light shot from the small twisted baton in Merka's hand, death's essence eagerly spreading towards the tip.

With a sudden slash,

Merka’s movements seemed to freeze time.

All the colorful things lost their colors, turning into black and white boundaries.

The ends of the baton were black, with white in between.

Beelzebub’s blood was black, flesh was white.

Above death was black, below was white.

The black night chased after like a sick dog, dragging away the fat rabbit of daylight.

Under the strike of this staff, the whole world lost its color and split into two.

The entire golden room seemed to have a match struck by God, bursting into a huge explosion.

And the mountains below the golden room were almost completely split in half by this strike.

Merka, meanwhile, caught the twisted wand thrown by the violent explosion from miles away in the sky, and swiftly flew away as if his life depended on it.

“That’s magic that could even cut Oedipus in half, even Beelzebub might need to take a sip after this.”

Merka sighed in lingering fear. At that moment, his head was still intact on his neck.

“Quick, Shadow, teleport now!”

Merka urged anxiously.

“Relax, I’m already in the process, it takes some time to prepare.”

“Focus, just imagine a scene from somewhere in the wave city.”

“But I’m a little confused, how did you know she would come and prepare a Mulan clone in the golden room in advance?” Shadow asked curiously.

“What’s so confusing about that?”

“I don't really observe the environment with my eyes, I rely on magical vision.”

“My magical vision was blurry from the start, and I knew she was coming.”

Merka responded indignantly.