"Merka, go over there."

The power of fusion rampaged through the weary knight's body, ravaging it mercilessly and tearing numerous large gashes out of the knight's body.

Although it still stood at this moment, it was evident that it had been almost torn apart by George's solar flames, like a rag. Such as it was, even as an angel, it undoubtedly could only meet its death.

Merka hurriedly arrived beneath it, creating a huge vessel resembling a water jug in mid-air with blue cat claws, and began to gather the black blood flowing incessantly from the weary knight into it.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Merka felt a weight upon their shoulder.

"No way."

"How were you able to invoke the grace of the Lady of Heaven just now?"

Merka heard a strange, cold female voice, and their heart sank instantly.

"The Lady of Heaven clearly stated... only I can use it."

Before half of the black blood could be collected, Merka stiffly turned their head and saw a woman with wings resembling a bald eagle’s, whose flesh-colored rotten wings spread wide, suddenly appearing on their shoulder.

She stood lightly on Merka's shoulder, but Merka could barely feel her weight.

A long scar, like a blade wound, extended from her left eye to the chest between her clavicles, where eerie and grotesque angelic muscles were embedded in the scar, countless muscle buds pulsating inside like hearts. Nauseating and terrifying, it was almost impossible to look closely, and the scar imparted a terrifying aura to its owner's body, reminiscent of a demon.

"Don’t move. Any slight movement, and I'll kick his head off like a ball."

The woman stared disdainfully at George, who seemed ready to act, and spoke with contempt.

At that moment, Merka also felt Mira lightly exerting pressure with her toes on their shoulder, a force that made Merka involuntarily swallow.

"Mira...?"

In a puzzled whisper of that name from memory, Merka's heart raced incessantly.

"Why are you here... are you a heretic?"

Without even daring to wipe the cold sweat from their forehead, Merka noticed the red carp robe on Mira and slowly asked.

"I was about to ask you the same."

"I thought you were just a pretty boy by Altria's side."

"But the prophetic window told me that you are the turning point of the battle."

"Can you tell me what makes you so special?"

With that, Mira lifted Merka's collar, as if intending to take Merka away with her.

"Tocamak Ring Heating Model • Death Star."

Unfortunately, Duke George was not in the habit of indulging women. The moment she raised her hand, before she could even finish the incantation, the magic was activated at an extreme speed.

A black sphere, seemingly capable of absorbing all colors, appeared out of thin air in front of Merka, growing countless small cylindrical structures like branches, suddenly attacking Mira on Merka's body.

In an unavoidable situation, Mira directly picked up Merka's collar and used them as a shield to protect herself.

But Mira did not expect the long spikes on the black sphere to stretch infinitely, turning endlessly, directly bypassing Merka's body and closing in on her.

Merka also reached back with one hand, holding on tightly to Mira, who was trying to escape from them.

"You foolish noble, I could have turned a blind eye and let you go just now..."

"Why are you so insistent?"

Dozens of dark purple iron chains shot out from the void, dragging Mira into the void, evading all of George's attacks.

George was left in a daze, today she had truly witnessed too many inexplicable magical occurrences.

"Quick, let's go!"

Without daring to consider further, Merka quickly grabbed George's hand, took the half-filled jar of black blood gathered with cat claws, and ran off.

With a fleeting glance, Merka thought they saw a massive angelic figure slowly emerging from behind the ruins of the building.

To stay here any longer would lead to unimaginable consequences.