However... in the end.
"I don't recommend you engage her head-on."
"Want to escape? Merka. The magic of the next teleportation gate has already been restored."
Attached to Merka, the shadow whispered softly.
"Escape...? Escape to where?"
Merka bitterly smiled, crossing his arms in front of his chest, assuming a defensive stance facing Mira.
"The vast Acadia is all Oedipus' territory."
"I can't escape anywhere, I can only defeat them here."
Clapping sounds rang out, not far away Mira lightly tapped her severed arm, applauding Merka.
"Well said, Mr. Merka."
"Under the limitless rule of the Lady of Heaven, no matter where you go, you cannot escape the final judgment."
"Now, let me give you a firsthand experience."
"The boundless blessings of the Lady of Heaven."
Mira cruelly smiled, one foot stepping on her own severed hand on the ground, lightly lifting it up and then kicking it fiercely towards Merka.
Merka watched as the large half-angel flesh flew rapidly towards him, his pupils dilating. Without much thought, Merka's heart stirred, and several amethyst-colored iron chains shot out from behind him, pulling Merka into the void.
Just as Merka escaped, a frenzied explosion erupted in the spot where Merka was previously, creating a large crater in the hard ground from the powerful shockwave. A small mushroom cloud rose, and the surface within dozens of meters collapsed harshly.
Appearing suddenly behind Mira, Merka split into a half-clone and raised a twisted wand, attempting to ambush, but was surprised to find that Mira was no longer in her original position.
Merka broke out in a cold sweat.
"You're quite good at hiding."
Out of nowhere, Mira's voice came from behind.
"Let's start with your friend... Show them divine punishment."
Upon hearing Mira's words, Merka turned in surprise and saw Mira slowly extending her right hand from behind him, pointing towards the heavily injured Duke George in the distance.
"Do you know, Mr. Merka."
"The teleportation gate and the prophecy window are actually a spear and shield."
"The reason your elaborate ambush just now failed was because I used the prophecy window to predict your attack."
"From our previous encounters, I have gathered enough information about your combat characteristics to easily predict your next move."
"Therefore, the prophecy window can truly be considered the strongest shield."
"But do you understand why the teleportation gate can be compared to the prophecy window and be called a spear?"
Mira smiled faintly, fingertips gathering immense energy. Countless amethyst-colored iron chains burst out from behind Duke George, trying to entangle his body.
Duke George's face turned pale with fear, as if realizing something. She immediately tried to struggle and spread her wings to escape. However, the Blood Cherry Dragon on her back quickly reacted and pressed down with its huge front claw.
The Blood Cherry Dragon's skin, like red grapes, seemed to emit scorching body temperature and bubbling magma. Its red, fragile scales were so hot that they seemed to cause violent explosions with every movement.
The bursting dragon claw landed firmly on Duke George, causing her internal organs to resonate with unbearable force.
Duke George roared in pain, and her body produced a large amount of mud to withstand the blow, as if she had turned into a stone person.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the amethyst-colored iron chains quietly wound around her body.
"Of course, it's because of its unstoppable power."
Pointing towards George, Mira lightly snapped her fingers, then said.
"The iron chains are the tangible embodiment of twisted wormholes in time and space. If they pull in one direction, they can instantly move a person from one place to an unrelated other place."
"But if not all iron chains are pulling in the same direction, what do you think will happen?"
Upon hearing Mira's words, Merka widened his eyes in disbelief, his pupils contracting sharply.
"N-no... Please!"
Merka shouted, regretting everything he had done.
He felt an intense anxiety, desperately trying to think of a way to prevent himself from ending up in his current situation.
He must have not exhausted all his efforts.
He betrayed Joan's words, "death is preferable to dishonor."
But now, it was too late to say anything.
Mira softly recited the ultimate spell.
"Truth, Twist Everything."
As soon as Mira finished speaking, the amethyst iron chains on both sides of Duke George quickly tightened and twisted.
Duke George, a supreme mage, had no strength to fight back. Under the force that ignored defenses and shattered spacetime, she was quickly turned into pulp.
