"Wait, don't move yet..."

"The prophecy window inside me seems to have hinted at something."

"Hey, did any of you see what fell beside the Blood Cherry Dragon when the explosion happened just now?"

The disciples around Mira suddenly heard these words, looking at each other as if they were all clueless.

"I seem to know a faster way to obtain intelligence..."

"The few of you who are good at fighting, come with me first. The rest go after that little devil from the Montecristo family."

Mira cruelly grinned and then said.

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"Ugh... Ugh."

After much effort, Merka sat up from a deep pit.

Feeling dizzy and in pain all over as if falling apart, Merka groaned for a while.

A gorgeous blue giant cat, most of its body already destroyed by the explosion, lay next to Merka.

"Did you protect me... Thank you."

Furrowing slightly, Merka turned to gently caress the giant cat, dispelling the magic and replenishing a bit of magic power.

"Got separated from Dunkirk in the mist..."

"Got hurt by friendly magic, so unlucky."

"I wonder how Instructor Dunkirk is doing..."

"I need to find Oedipus quickly too."

Looking around, barely able to see anything due to the dense fog, Merka felt a bit panicked.

In this mist impervious to magic, its magical vision was extremely murky, almost like that of a real blind person.

"In a place like this, encountering a terrifying opponent like the dragon from before would be terrible..."

"...I must be cautious."

"Let Bastet assist me in scouting."

Bastet's alias is the name of a body double, originally used for accompaniment, equipped with magical eyes and ears, naturally suitable for scouting.

But in this thick fog, the magical eyes could only see a range of one or two meters at most.

Muttering a spell under their breath, Merka summoned three blue phantoms to walk ahead and clear the path.

"I have a vague memory of this place..."

"It seems to be inside Boling's biggest pedestrian street."

Merka stepped over a pile of rubble, clambered over the tangled steel and concrete barricades, and the signs on both sides of the street stirred Merka's dormant memory.

"I recall parking my motorcycle by a butcher shop here... There was a club across the street."

"Oh right, an angel probably sneaked into Boling from my motorcycle."

"I hope Beelzebub's angels aren't lingering around here too?"

"Tsk... Let's not scare ourselves."

Merka walked forward for a while. In the mist, within the blurred view of the body double, the butcher shop from the past impressions gradually emerged before their eyes.

But now, it had become a ruin amidst various brutal magics. Fortunately, the motorcycle beside it was unharmed.

This luxurious motorcycle, amidst the chaotic ruins of the surroundings, glowed with an incongruous sheen of modern civilization.

"Speaking of which, Harley's series motorcycles seem to come with fog lights."

"Though this fog is backdrop-made... But with fog lights, maybe my subconscious will help me see through this fog."

Instinctively pulling out the key, Merka tried to start the motorcycle, but found that after turning it several times, the engine didn't make a sound.

Bending down to inspect the bike, Merka was surprised to see a large hole in the gas tank.

Long streaks of oil spread out ominously from the grim hole in the gas tank, stretching into the depths of the thick fog.

"It seems... Beelzebub's minions indeed entered Boling through such means."

"But..."

"The gas tank has been punctured, there's no oil, how am I supposed to find my way forward?"

Merka silently gazed at their motorcycle, pondering quietly for a while.

"Black Shadow mentioned that angel blood is oil..."

"Maybe I can use angel's blood as fuel, and then use cat claw magic to seal the hole in the fuel tank."

"But... Beelzebub's angels are too strong at that level, I can't obtain their blood at all."

Just as Merka was lost in thought, a deep voice suddenly sounded, almost startling them.

"Are you... one of Maria's Curseborn demons?"

A mature-looking woman with a beautiful face stood at the laboratory door, lazily stretching her body, looking at Merka.