“So, you two impostors, were all the things you just said to me lies as well?”

“No, no, let me guess.”

“What's useful to me is fake, what's useless to me is real, am I right?”

Turing's petite yet powerful fist clenched tighter, a tremendous strength bursting out from her palm. Dunkerque's eyes rolled back as she felt her neck nearly being crushed by Turing.

“Turing... please don't do this...”

“I know the power of the wrathful angel is unbearable for you...”

“But remember... what I taught you back on Heart Lake Island...”

The weak Dunkerque desperately tried to break free from Turing's grip, pushing against Turing's steel-like arm.

But Turing showed no mercy, instead, tightening her grip even more. Her eyes sharp as snow, as if wanting to witness Dunkerque in even more agony.

“Don't you dare use Dunkerque's face to say those words to me!”

“You make me sick!”

Turing's eyes gleamed with a ferocious light. She pulled “Dunkerque” closer, almost face to face.

“There is one thing you've got wrong...”

“I'm not a gentle little girl at all.”

“I am your furious sovereign.”

“You dared to challenge the sovereign...”

“You are on the brink of death.”

“aside!”

Turing's gaze had now completely lost its warmth as she fiercely squeezed Dunkerque's neck, using her tentacles to support herself, lifting Dunkerque off the ground.

“...I see.”

Soon, Turing finished reading Dunkerque's memories with aside, tossing her forcefully into a corner.

The violent impact nearly shattered Dunkerque's core. After enduring a long sense of suffocation, she finally felt the air touch her, breathing heavily as if gasping for breath.

“You happened to meet Dunkerque earlier on the road, so you read her memories.”

“And then, teamed up with that idiot just now, trying to gain my trust and trap me here.”

“Your scheme runs deep... but what use is it in front of me, who symbolizes absolute power?”

Turing propped herself against the ground with her tentacles, staring down at the “Dunkerque” before her, slowly crawling forward like an octopus.

“Oedipus wanted me to hide and not interfere with the battle...”

“So I will make sure to go out and stir up the battle.”

Turing's deep blue eyes faintly glowed, disdainfully looking down at Dunkerque panting on the ground.

Her tentacles behind her swayed freely, like a halo behind a deity.

“Angels like you, I kill one when I see one.”

“I will continue until Oedipus deigns to come out and meet me in person.”

Turing smirked, suddenly changing the subject.

Her sweet voice now laced with the dangerous intent like Oedipus, dripping with venom like a snake.

“As for you...”

“How about I let you run for ten seconds?”

“Consider it your... reward for playing house with me just now.”

“Dunkerque” looked incredulously at the peach-red-haired Turing before her, resembling a divine being. She turned, got up, swiftly darted into the ruins, ran towards the main street, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

But Turing remained calm, making a throwing motion.

Her whole body suddenly lit up like a burning coal, flickering with flames. The muscles under Turing's clothes were as wild and powerful as the statues throwing javelins in ancient Greece.

Clear flames flickered across Turing's body, like a bonfire sparked by a nebula explosion in the night sky, exuding primal power and restlessness throughout the universe.

“Incandescent spiral.”

As Turing's tender lips parted, a majestic vortex, or whirlpool, abruptly appeared in the narrow room.

It tore through clouds and rocks, overwhelming thousands of troops.

At this moment, no words of deadly force could describe the spiral javelin in Turing's hand; no mighty creature could resist facing this extraordinary phenomenon.

The “Dunkerque” running several kilometers, suddenly felt as if a subtle force had locked onto her.

A grand sense of powerlessness rushed over her hurriedly, and she closed her eyes in despair. It seemed that no matter how far she ran, it was already futile.

“Turn to dust!”

Turing brandished the flaming spear, hurling it heavily.

In that moment,

As if a giant deity held a flying roc;

As if lightning struck a soaring eagle.

A terrifying illusion that crushed the end of the sea and sky surged and overwhelmed everything.

A ruthless red serpent, shattering the earth, viciously moved towards “Dunkerque” to devour her.

And with the diminutive “Dunkerque,” the entire block was turned to ashes in the radiant blaze.

Like a Valkyrie on the battlefield, Turing fluttered out of the terrifying flames with wings made of flesh, casually emerging from the fiery conflagration, soaring into the sky.

“Today...”

“I shall unleash chaos and carnage!”

As the flames engulfed Turing, she flew into the depths of the mist, the flames following her like a shrill scream, as if heralding the start of a terror-filled slaughter.

Her eyes shimmered with a bloodthirsty crimson, anticipating a nightmare of blood and flesh flying.