"Hehe, I see."
"So, how did you figure out the loophole in the curse on the Twisted Wand?"
"The holder will die slowly... tsk tsk, I never expected that as long as the decoy holds the wand, it's enough."
Merka's sky-blue feathered wings gradually turned into gold, forming two pairs of wings woven with golden electric arcs of cat claws on his back. Merka's speed suddenly increased, and in an instant, he disappeared into the clouds without a trace.
Mulan had quite a few acceleration spells and could fly a little faster with his relic.
"In this kind of situation, do I have any other choice but to give it a try?"
"If I manage to escape, I'll consider myself lucky."
Merka furrowed his brows, unable to help but shudder as he spoke.
"How did you guess that I would reappear once a certain distance is put between us?"
Rather than read Merka's mind, the dark figure personally asked.
With its current focus solely on spatial magic, it didn't have the capacity to read Merka's memories anymore.
"A simple deduction would reveal this."
Merka replied casually.
"Since all so-called magic is merely a product of technology."
"Then my detection magic must be somewhat akin to modern radar technology."
"You being able to project your image to different places must rely on some form of signal transmission."
"So Beezelbub must have had a signal jammer on her just now."
"I just need to keep my distance from her."
Impressed by Merka's perfect response, the dark figure couldn't help but praise, "…Impressive reasoning."
"Countdown for teleportation initiated, it's better to imagine the scene in your mind more vividly."
"Thirty seconds remaining for translocation to complete."
Glancing at the dark figure, Merka asked helplessly, "Why is it taking so long this time? Last time was much faster."
The dark figure's body gradually became thin, with numerous indigo iron chains attached to him, each with a pocket watch hanging from it, shooting out from the void and binding him.
As if the taste of time and space intertwined, Merka saw that all the pocket watches on the iron chains were showing the same time, probably zero hours thirty minutes.
Merka suddenly realized that the strange image of the dark figure in front of him seemed to conceal some of the top secrets of the scientific world.
"Last time, I used the memories of your angel for translocation."
"Angels' memories only have Red Port."
"Angels' memories are easy to read, while human memories are complex and vast, can the reading progress be the same?"
The dark figure replied sarcastically.
But the next moment, a massive fireball, one as big as a playground, flew past Merka's side, narrowly missing him.
The terrifying fireball instantly interrupted the conversation between Merka and the dark figure, as if a corona from the sun's center ruptured from the edge of the fireball.
The unimaginably hot flame ring gently scorched Merka, burning off half of his body in an instant.
Merka lost half of his body and half of his wings, causing an imbalance in lift, and he plummeted from the sky at high speed.
"Descent of the Holy Son!!"
Two pairs of colossal wings spread out from Merka's back, countless flesh buds instantly filled the missing half of Merka's body, restoring it to its original state. A complete body once again carried Merka back to the clouds.
“Keep imagining, or all previous efforts will be in vain!”
“Twenty seconds left, Merka.”
Seeing Beezelbub closely following behind the fireball, the shadow gritted its teeth and said to Merka.
“What are you kidding... in this situation, you still want me to keep imagining?”
Merka turned around and also saw Beezelbub darting towards her like a beam of light.
Although Merka herself was approaching half the speed of sound, when she saw how casually Beezelbub was rushing towards her, she realized that even if she were to fly seriously, her speed would not even be measurable in dozens of Mach numbers.
What’s even more terrifying was that even if she was hit by The Sea-divider, she was still as unharmed as before.
“Aunt Fox... do we really have to do this?”
Merka stabilized her posture and asked Beezelbub from a distance. Even at this point, she still wanted to try resolving the issue without violence.
“No, I don’t really mind.”
“I’m just playing around.”
Beezelbub flew to a distance that was neither far nor near to Merka and stopped.
She seemed to chuckle, stretched lazily, as if the chase with Merka just now was nothing more than a leisurely walk after dinner.
“If I die... Turing will be sad, wouldn’t you care about that too?”
Merka asked tentatively once again.
He knew that Turing, the queen of all females, was highly favored by the angels, and Beezelbub, who had spent several years with Turing, would surely be no exception.
“Turing will be sad...?”
Beezelbub asked Merka in surprise.
“What’s that got to do with me?”
“I do like Turing very much.”
“But does that still stop me from killing you?”
The astonishment in Beezelbub's response was genuine, as if genuinely questioning the underlying logic in Merka’s words.
Now, Merka finally understood.
Beezelbub wasn’t evil, wasn’t dumb.
She simply lacked empathy, sympathy, and even the basic capability of feeling sorrow that one should have in interactions with others.
“Merka, ten seconds left.”
The shadow nervously whispered into Merka’s ear.
