"Wait! Merka, what about the twisted wand?"

The shadow saw Merka running madly in the direction they came from without looking back, and urgently reminded her.

"We don't have time for that now… Mira could teleport back at any moment!"

Merka turned around to look at George, who she was leading by the hand. Her face was pale, lips purple, walking unsteadily, even struggling to keep up with herself, obviously exhausted from using too much magic.

Her heart clenched as she tightened her grip on his hand, feeling how fragile George's previously large and sturdy hand now seemed in her delicate palm.

"It's okay… I sent my clone to look for it."

"If everything goes as planned, by the time we get on the car, my clone should have retrieved the wand."

Merka's expression was serious as she looked at the gradually dissipating thunderclouds behind them.

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"Turing… don't cry, take your time and tell me."

"Are you saying… your sister was brainwashed by Oedipus using aside and turned into Oedipus herself, which is why she launched these attacks just now?"

In the dim ruins, Turing sat on the bed, hugging her knees, feeling like she was being tortured both physically and emotionally. Faced with Dunkirk's gentle inquiries, Turing cried like a willow in the wind.

She shook her head repeatedly, then nodded, her words becoming incoherent as she cried over and over again.

【It hurts so much…】

【It really hurts so much…】

"Damn it."

"I knew it…!"

"An angel scratched by a mechanical god can either die straightaway or at most release only one-tenth of their power."

"The kind of powerful magic she used, there's no way Oedipus could have unleashed it now."

"But why would she do this…"

"Could she want to use a decoy to consume our missiles?"

"But that doesn't make sense, how could she know we had missiles."

"Damn, why is she so strong..."

"It's like she can predict the future."

Dunkirk felt frustrated, slamming the bed heavily and speaking angrily.

"Turing, stay here, don't run around."

"I'll go check the situation outside, and also inform Merka via radio that I found you."

"Oedipus is probably searching the whole city for you now, don't let anger cloud your judgment and play into her hands."

As Dunkirk was about to leave, Turing on the bed extended her small hand and grabbed Dunkirk's sleeve.

"Don't go… please don't go."

"Don't leave me alone here…"

"Otherwise… otherwise..."

"You will end up dead in the blink of an eye. Just like them."

Turing cried, her voice filled with a sticky duskiness resembling spring tides.

Seeing this, Dunkirk's heart broke.

Setting aside what she was holding, Dunkirk sat next to Turing, comforting her delicate shoulders, her beautiful hair, and kissing her tearful dimples, her mist-covered eyes; using the gentlest, most sentimental tone, soothing Turing's heart full of pain.

"I won't die."

"As long as you..."

"Turing?"

Suddenly, the door in the ruins creaked open at the worst possible moment.

A familiar gentle voice followed.

A person whose appearance closely resembled Dunkirk appeared in this small, dilapidated room.

Since she looked so similar to Dunkirk, let's call her Dunkirk Number Two.

Number Two quickly realized the situation, glared at the affectionate interaction between Turing and the other "Dunkirk," and coldly addressed her.

"Keep your dirty hands off Turing! Scoundrel!"

Confused, Turing looked at the two familiar women in front of her, unsure of what to do for a moment.

"Dunkirk, what's going on?"

"It's all right, stay behind me, I'll protect you."

Taking out a sharp dagger from her pocket, she decisively stood in front of Turing.