"Red!"

Duke George blurted out, shouting at Scarlett. It seemed to be Scarlett's nickname, but Merka didn't have time to worry about such things now.

"Merka, you drive."

Looking at the giant lizard whose face was completely devastated by magic in front of him, George tightened his abdomen, quickly knelt up from the motorcycle, then leaped up and headed straight towards the blood cherry dragon's face, wanting to deliver a final blow to this giant dragon together with Scarlett.

Merka, on the other hand, tactfully made a misplacement, bypassing Xiangjun in front of him to take over the steering wheel for George. He leaned his body, swiftly turned at an extreme speed, almost sliding close to the ground, intending to slide past the opening exposed by the recent attack on the dragon.

However, things never go as planned.

The enraged blood cherry dragon suddenly whipped its tail, sweeping towards the airborne George and Scarlett. The air surrounding the two seemed to explode instantaneously under the huge tail's missile-like aftermath, sending them flying brutally.

Merka, who had passed under the giant dragon, did not fare much better, the intense sonic boom and sweeping winds sending him flying out as well.

The swift and ferocious impact left Merka dazed, and the motorcycle slipped out of his grasp, but just before hitting the ground, he barely came to his senses.

He held Xiangfei, who was also flying out, tightly in the air, chanting spells urgently, and a large amount of rocky mud gushed out from the side of the ground close to his body to block the blow.

Blood trickled down his forehead, and Merka, looking around, found Scarlett hanging on the roof of a dilapidated building, while George lay struggling on the ground, unable to get up for quite some time - all three of them were in different degrees of trouble.

"What… how did this happen?"

Merka was momentarily unresponsive to the situation, not understanding how the blood cherry dragon, which had just been hit so dramatically by the attack, could suddenly burst forth with such immense power.

But the giant lizard swiftly demonstrated the answer to Merka.

Roaring furiously, it perched on a huge mansion on the street. As the cherry blossoms on its body gradually withered, its body began to heal rapidly.

The body of the blood cherry dragon, which had been broken in the explosion, immediately appeared completely intact before Merka within a breath or two. Merka witnessed this absurd recovery in shock, affirming in his heart that this monstrous creature's healing ability surpassed that of the angels who had just been attacked.

"The game is over, Merka."

Just as Merka was dazed, a familiar voice rang out behind him once again.

A wave of sinister evil wind suddenly struck, breaking through the ethereal violent violet chains and violently emerging from mid-air, with Mira engulfed in the blooming violet chains, fiercely clawing towards the back of Merka.

"Let big sister take you to the secret base for a good chat...Hiss!"

Just as Mira was about to touch Merka, she seemed to be stung by something and quickly retracted her hand. At the same time, Merka whirled around and activated the Descent of the Holy Son, using a stabbing fist to drive back Mira.

"What are you up to, you...?"

Mira retreated dozens of meters, shaking her hand in pain, and maintained her distance from Merka, then spoke.

"I saw you use the teleportation gate earlier, so I assumed you were an angel..."

"But how could the mechanical descent only have such little effect on an angel...?"

"Miss Mira, aren't you a pure-blooded angel?"

"Then you must be a half-angel."

Removing the mechanical descent that had long been placed at the back of his neck with cat claws, Merka said casually.

"You heavily rely on teleportation gates and seem to enjoy attacking people from their blind spots."

"However, I'm blind. I have no blind spots in my vision."

"After being attacked so many times from behind the neck, even a fool would know your attack pattern."

Mira's face was full of shock, then she suddenly pressed down on her own hand in agony, as if enduring some intense pain.

When Mira attacked just now, she didn't feel anything special, just thinking she had been stabbed by some sort of spike. But now, with Merka's reminder, her hand began to throb more and more.

Frowning, Mira stared at Merka with eyes full of hatred. Then she made a swift decision, directly severing her painful hand, revealing the disgusting angelic flesh beneath her human skin.

"Black Shadow, she just touched the mechanical descent, right?"

"In such a short time, can you read her memories?"

Merka inquired to the shadow-like figure beside him.

The shadow emerged halfway from Merka's side and nodded.

"The time was sufficient."

"However, the information is a bit much, I will explain to you in detail after the battle is over."

The Black Shadow lightly attached itself to Merka's side, extending a finger from his right hand and pointing towards Mira ahead.

"But I must tell you, this Mira is no ordinary half-angel."

"Other half-angels are created by embedding angelic organs into humans. But she was made into a half-angel wearing angel skin."

"Oedipus used the leftover experimental equipment from the laboratory back then to create her as an angel of attack."

"However, attack-type angels usually have a temperament hundreds of times more violent and aggressive than regular angels."

"She has persisted in this state for too long... she's on the brink of madness."

"When battling her, you have to be extremely careful."