"Cough...cough."

"Little fox, why did you do this..."

"Don't you recognize me?"

Fenyan clenched his fists, squeezing his fingers, continuously pressing on Dunkerque. The intense suffocation transformed into a dazzling intoxication, directly attacking Dunkerque's brain.

Dunkerque rolled her eyes, her speech becoming disjointed. She deeply felt that she was already halfway to the gates of death.

"During the time in the laboratory... you and I were the closest, weren't we."

"Do you remember, back then... you didn't like the nutrient solution from the lab. I went out to find meat for you..."

"And once during an afternoon stroll, I secretly took you out of the lab to play..."

"Back then, you were joyfully playing with the other foxes in the forest... have you forgotten?"

"Are you unwilling to respond to me... that's right, after all, we deceived you."

"You might be very angry... but so am I."

"Those despicable professors, doctors, are truly heartless, more inhumane than robots..."

"But when I was with you... the genuinely happy experiences were real."

"I love you... even until now..."

"Would you come back to us... would you persuade those old fogeys to accept you..."

"As long as you speak up..."

"I am willing to face any danger willingly."

Fenyan seemed to have been moved by Dunkerque's words, and his actions slowed down momentarily.

But Dunkerque could no longer hold on, her feeble life force rapidly ebbing away. The blood flowing out of her in clumps, like withering red petals, gradually disappeared from the beautiful stamen.

However, a beam of intensely electric blue light pierced through the thick fog, directly gouging out a large chunk of flesh from Fenyan's strong arm.

Fenyan cried out in pain, releasing Dunkerque's hand he was holding, roaring loudly to the sky.

Just as it was about to turn around to find a new enemy, another round of blue electric arc flashing wheel came, and in the blink of an eye, severed half of Fenyan's neck from its head.

The beams and wheels stood still, transforming into two human forms, standing respectively on Fenyan's neck and calf, exerting their maximum strength to fiercely kick Fenyan's back and legs.

The brutal thunder resonated, the dazzling electric light seemed to pierce the sky. Under the fierce kicking of the two blue doppelgangers, Fenyan lost balance and fell down with a thud.

The massive body stirred up a whirlwind of dust and rocks, Merka spread its wings, swiftly swooped down, picked up Dunkerque, avoiding the fate of Dunkerque being crushed to death by Fenyan's body.

"Merka..."

"Why didn't you go protect Turing..."

"If you come to me... you'll be bombed..."

Merka held Dunkerque's nearly skeletal body tightly, flying in mid-air, trying to fly out of the fog, only to find that they couldn't get out in one breath.

"Turing... doesn't need protection for now, I trust her."

"But as for the missiles, forget about it, the hotline for launching missiles has almost been blown up."

"No more missiles will be launched."

Dunkerque, who was almost about to give up, suddenly regained some spirit like a sudden resurgence.

"You... what did you say?"

Seeing Dunkerque's pitiful appearance, Merka shook her head with distress, gently stroked her shoulder, softly reciting the incantation of the Descent of the Holy Son. Soon, a cluster of white flames flashed by, and Dunkerque's complexion instantly eased.

"See for yourself."

After flying for a long time, Merka finally flew out of the mist with Dunkirk and arrived over Po City.

Looking down at the entire city, all that met the eye were heart-wrenching craters and crumbling walls; the once holy Po City, like a holy son in a basket, had completely lost its precious appearance that it once had, ravaged by the flames of war.

Moreover, the fog that had blocked the view just now was quietly spreading, seemingly intending to gradually envelop the entire Po City.

"Now the entire Po City is filled with the kind of angels you just fought against. Many of Maria's warriors think they are Beezelbub and are requesting missile support."

"But we only have three missiles, can't just fire them randomly, can we?"

"The guards in charge of managing the missiles are in chaos now."

"Could it be... that wasn't Beezelbub just now?"

"Would my sacrifice be like a joke...?"

Dunkirk hung his head in dismay.

"No, I think that was Beezelbub."

"I felt its magical fluctuations just now, completely identical to Turing's magical fluctuations from before."

"Savage, brutal, and merciless."

"But I believe it should only be a fragment of Beezelbub."

"Presumably, even Oedipus fears the power of the hydrogen bomb, so they split Beezelbub into many parts to avoid being taken down all at once."

"Of course, more precisely, they fear the mechanical descent of the gods."