However... besides Mira herself, that dragon is also a serious threat.

How can I bypass Mira and restrain it...?

Wait, maybe I can think of a different approach.

How does Mira herself actually restrain it?

Those Beezelbub avatars are not very intelligent, yet extremely volatile, always resorting to violence at the slightest provocation.

If Mira and her subordinates are standing alongside that dragon, aren't they afraid of being caught in indiscriminate attacks?

... When it comes to solving this issue, I can only think of curses.

But I think, perhaps it's not the curse Mira is using, as curses have strict requirements. This should be a curse cast by Oedipus himself.

But what is the content of Oedipus' curse? Is it to make those angels obey Mira, or to make them obey all non-believers?

Regardless of the curse, those angels have to be able to distinguish Mira and the group of non-believers at the very least.

Otherwise, there's no way to command them.

However, Mira has long been lurking in Bosheng City. How did Oedipus manage to cast the curse from outside?

Through scent, like the other angels utilize that method?

No... that's not it. There are so many non-believers, many of whom were recruited by Mira locally in Bosheng City. Oedipus couldn't possibly make the angels aware of the scent of every non-believer from the outside.

There must be a simpler way... there has to be something simpler that I haven't thought of yet.

As long as it's written in the program, it can make all the low-intelligence angels know what they should do, a straightforward method.

Merka props up his body, crawls to the entrance of the ruins, stealthily peering outside.

He sees several terrifying figures of non-believers hovering above the ruins.

They spread their wings of magic, wielding deadly judgment firearms.

The omnipresent smoke seems to slightly obstruct their vision, making it difficult for them to immediately spot Merka, who had been sent flying by the Blood Cherry Dragon.

The crimson bright red robes they wear give Merka a sudden, electrifying feeling. Merka stares at the red robes on them, eyes widening, finding an answer within.

"So that's it... the truth may actually be quite simple."

"As long as Oedipus sets the curse on the angels to obey whoever wears the red robes."

"If that's really the case, then even I..."

Just as Merka is about to take action, a eerie, demonic whispering voice comes from behind him, startling him.

Mira crouches on the top of the ruins where Merka stands, grinning wickedly, licking her lips at Merka.

"Found you~♡"

"My Oracle Window told me, based on your personality, that you would definitely stick your head out to check the situation at this moment."

"And sure enough."

Mira jumps down from the ruins, slowly walking towards Merka's back without a hint of wanting to seize the initiative or strike first.

"I didn't expect you to survive such an attack."

"It seems my Oracle Window was right."

"You... are the true master who controls the situation."

As Mira steadily approaches, she stops five meters away from Merka, teasingly saying,

"I'm quite curious about what you know, actually...?"

"Such as the location of missile launchers... and the like."

"The exact locations of missiles and such detailed information, I can't figure out. I'll have to rely on you, Merka, to remind me!"

Merka swallows hard, his heart almost in his throat. He stares ahead intently, not daring to even turn his head, fearing a direct punch would be awaiting him.

Shadow, how long until the next teleportation gate is available?

Merka asks aside in his mind.

...About five minutes.

The shadow gives a relatively vague reply.

That long... understood.

Victory or defeat will be decided within these five minutes!

Merka squints, the Descent of the Holy Son surging wildly. The white flames of panic spread over his entire body, transforming all his fear into a soaring battle spirit.

He quickly turns to face Mira, pulling out his twisted magic staff from his waist, and shouts at Mira as he creates a half-duplicate in midair.

"Moses' Ten Commandments, the Seventh Commandment."

"Ice rain, fall mercilessly."

Merka splits in half in mid-air, abruptly drawing out his twisted staff from his waist, shouting at Mira.