"Right on target... dead center."

"Looks like I'm not quite ready to retire yet."

Observing the Paris and Dijon disappearing into the incandescent spiral, along with dozens of various high-rise buildings including the Bremen Music Hall, Oedipus nodded in satisfaction and smiled faintly.

The black rolling scorch marks left on the ground by the flame tornado looked like a massive worm, about a hundred meters wide, rampaging through the city, extending for thousands of meters.

Clearly, such extraordinary feats, aside from Oedipus, one of the seven great demons, were almost impossible for anyone else to remember.

"Lucifer... you bastard!"

A shadow as dark as rain suddenly emerged from behind Oedipus' shadow, a shocking stabbing punch ruthlessly plunging into Oedipus' chest and abdomen.

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["What... is happening to me?"]

["What just happened...?"]

["Ugh... it hurts."]

Turing glanced around, but the once magnificent music hall had vanished, replaced by burning ruins and scorched black land as if plowed repeatedly by meteors.

A dull ache like a hammer to the head and a burning sensation pierced through Turing's body's hole straight to the temple. The belated immense pain felt as though Turing's brain was being shredded in a blender.

Even a resilient child like Turing couldn't help but scream in pain.

"Ugh!... Bleh!"

Turing bent down and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood.

Out of the corner of her eye, Turing then noticed that her body had been divided into three parts earlier. One of the pieces, impaled by a massive organ fragment, was violently torn away from her by the raging flame whirlwind.

However, within a few seconds, Turing's body quickly returned to its original form.

While Turing's body managed to do so, her garments fared worse. Her once luxurious evening gown had turned into tattered rags. Draped over Turing's petite figure, they made her look slightly undignified.

["What in the world is happening... I think I just felt a surge of my mother's magical energy earlier."]

Turing forced herself up despite the pain, transforming her backdrop into practical attire for movement and rallying her spirits to observe her surroundings.

["Right! Where are the Yorkshire girls... and Merka?"]

Turing was well aware of the physical strength of her body – under normal circumstances, it was unlikely for anything or anyone to cause her harm.

But with this situation now, it was clear that Ana and the Yorkshire girls who stood beside her moments ago, as well as the Marley couple, would have faced dire outcomes.

A wave of dread washed over her, soaking Turing's back in cold sweat. She shakily got to her feet and turned back to look at the Bremen Music Hall.

In Turing's shocked gaze, she found that the powerful whirlwind of flames had pushed her nearly a kilometer or two away.

The Bremen Music Hall, struck head-on by the Incandescent spiral, was as fragile as a house of cards. In the face of this devastating blow, it instantly turned into a flurry of drifting wood chips, debris, and scrap metal.

Countless human torch corpses are still floating in the sky like duckweed, unable to fall for half a day even now. Fortunately, the Incandescent spiral only hit half of the Bremen concert hall, which is the audience seating area. Merka, who was standing on the stage at the time, remained untouched by the blast. Turing let out a small sigh of relief.

"Hurry, we need to find Yorkshire as soon as possible," Turing thought.

"After all... they are wizards," another voice in her mind replied.

"They won't die so easily..." she tried to reassure herself.

"As long as there's a breath, I have confidence in healing them..." she hesitated.

"As long as..."

However, just as Turing began to walk anxiously in search of the others, she abruptly stopped in her tracks. Yorkshire's upper body was completely pierced by several thick steel bars, hanging on a huge concrete wall. The shattered intestines dangled from the cut in Yorkshire's body, glinting in the sunlight like the serpent tempting Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit, twisting its evil and venomous spine, burrowing deep into the crevices of the rubble.

Her vacant eyes, the pool of blood and entrails beneath her, declared Yorkshire's death. Turing widened her eyes, utterly disbelieving the sight before her.

The lovely girl who had been laughing and playing with her just moments ago had now turned into a lifeless body. The primal horror unfolded before Turing, leaving her speechless.

Turing was on the verge of losing her mind. How could she accept that the adorable little girl she had just talked about mothers and futures with was now a lifeless corpse? A creature that would never speak again, devoid of warmth, unable to convey emotions through gestures?

How could Turing accept it? How could she come to terms with a reality where she would never again hear the sweet calls of "big sister Turing"?

Absurd anger almost pushed her beyond her limit. The sky was now raining blood, and a sea of bodies finally fell around Turing, clattering incessantly.

Veins throbbed on Turing's forehead, her mouth twisted into the fiercest creases that her once lovely face could muster. The terror of monstrous strength applied to her teeth, boundless rage shattering the last barrier of kindness in Turing's mind. She gritted her teeth so hard they might break.

The scene burned into her memory, screaming of bone-deep hatred, as Turing roared in torment, "Oedipus! I'll kill you!!"