"Don't be fooled by her appearance, Turing!"

"This Beezelbub and her master are experts at deceiving humans just the same!"

Standing at the doorway were the two Dunkerque clones, with Dunkerque Number Two extending her hands towards Dunkerque Number One next to Turing.

She pointed her index finger straight at Number One, and suddenly, the flesh wings on her back opened up like a magnificent wine rack, displaying countless hearts.

"The Skinwalker is Beezelbub's expertise in manipulating people's personalities. It usually operates alongside the informant."

"One is responsible for stealing memories through asides, while the other uses stolen memories to transform into enemies through backdrops, causing division and destruction."

"That bastard fox used just these two split personalities to kill hundreds of elite magicians in our laboratory back in the day... I still vividly remember it!"

"Angels like this one must not be shown any mercy; they must be eliminated quickly..."

The words of Dunkerque Number Two ignited a strong reaction from Number One.

She readied her dagger and pointed it straight at the former, cursing vehemently.

"What a joke!"

"A coward who can't show their true self, now spouting nonsense here!"

"The laboratory nurtured you, educated you, gave you knowledge and self, yet you show no gratitude. Instead, you fraternize with Lucifer, deceiving and causing chaos all day long, bringing calamity upon the nation!"

"If I had known, I should have killed you while cradling you in the lab!"

"Turing... help me, let's together send this deceitful liar to hell!"

Upon hearing this, Dunkerque Number Two, who had been indignant just moments ago, suddenly faltered. She looked at Number One standing next to Turing and felt a sense of dread.

"You... you found Turing first. She will surely be biased in helping you, this is unfair."

"If you're capable, let's go one-on-one, without relying on Turing's power!"

"I still have the confidence to single-handedly take on an angel!"

Dunkerque Number One sneered and responded immediately.

"One-on-one with an angel...? You've got it wrong."

"It should be you angels, taking on one and a half like me is more than enough, isn't it?"

"Just battled a mad angel not long ago. My energy is depleted now, yet you dare talk about going one-on-one. Who do you think you are challenging?"

"Truly a split offshoot of Beezelbub, did it take your brains as well?"

Upon hearing Number One's words, Dunkerque Number Two was suddenly at a loss. She clenched her fists, remained silent for a moment, not sure what to say.

"Turing, help me..."

"Wait!"

Number One assumed a fighting stance, preparing to team up with Turing for a righteous two-on-one fight, but Number Two's sudden raised voice interrupted the movement.

"If you truly are Dunkerque... you must be a fallen angel first, right?"

"But angels, unlike fallen angels, when they separate part of their flesh, only create doppelgangers, not a form of punishment."

"Can you do what I just did?"

Dunkerque Number Two casually plucked a heart from her flesh wing and without even looking, tossed it behind her.

As expected, the intense explosion erupted behind Dunkerque, generating a fierce gust of wind that made Dunkerque's clothes flutter loudly.

"It's your turn..."

Dunkerque Number Two's face darkened, veins slightly bulging on her forehead as she stared menacingly at Dunkerque Number One.

Number One Dunkerque, upon witnessing this scene, began to feel uneasy. Her face turned pale, and with a gulp, she trembled, seeming on the verge of leaving.

"What, can't bear to cut your flesh?"

"Shall I help you?"

Dunkerque Number Two's words shattered the last defense in Number One. Under enormous mental pressure, Number One could no longer restrain herself. She turned and leaped, spreading her wings in an attempt to fly away.

However, in an instant, Turing's multiple tentacles sprang open, like the long tongue of a frog catching a fly, they suddenly grabbed Dunkerque as she flew into the air, violently slamming her back to the ground.

Rushing up to meet her, a terrifying force spread across Dunkerque Number One as Turing kicked her explosively in mid-air, causing her to burst open.

【An ugly, evil angel. Pretending to be Dunkerque, sister, to deceive me, how disgusting.】

The deceased Dunkerque Number One turned into a mass of flesh and reverted to the form of a Skinwalker. It lay quietly on the ground, silenced under Turing's destructive kicking techniques.

"...Haha, truly a battle style unique to you."

The remaining Dunkerque, witnessing the fate of the imposter Skinwalker, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"But luckily, I arrived just in time... now there are many such angels outside, very dangerous."

"Combined with the interference of the heavy fog, we cannot easily trust even those around us."

Dunkerque closed the door behind her, which had become illusory, and slowly approached Turing, saying,

"Turing, it's best for you to stay hidden here as it said just now."

"If Oedipus finds you, then we all lose."

Upon hearing this, Turing furrowed her brow in confusion. With a gaze full of skepticism, she looked at the remaining Dunkerque and reached out her hand into the void.

"Turing... you!"

Several violent tentacles once again extended from Turing's back, violently pulling the distant Dunkerque before her, and swiftly gripping the Dunkerque's neck in Turing's outstretched hand.

"How did you know what that angel said to me just now?"

"The two of you, one playing the bad cop, one playing the good cop, deceiving me here?"