"Is this... hair?"
Merka looked at the small bundle of hair in Scarlett's hand, a strange and wonderful feeling rising uncontrollably in her heart.
With a sense of disbelief, Merka gently plucked a strand of hair from Scarlett's hand.
Merka couldn't help but indulge in fantasy.
Duke George's body had turned to ashes.
In theory, this strand of hair should be the thing in this world with the most scent of George attached to it.
So does that mean it has become a relic?
With this thought in mind, Merka tentatively tried to tap into the magic within the hair.
Like a vast sea, the magic surged up like a towering tidal wave, brushing past Merka's heart.
Different from relics like that of Warlord Gong, easily tamed and already subdued.
Duke George's relic, like a celestial horse exiled from the heavenly palace, or the wheel tracks of crushed morning light in the nebula.
Each drop of magic contained within hints at a rebelliousness that pierces the sky and an untamed spirit strong enough to make the cold pool boil.
"Mr. Merka... What are you doing? That is my mother's relic."
"Sob... I finally managed to take it from my mother's body."
"This is my last wish..."
Scarlett slightly held back her tears, interrupting the stunned Merka. She took the strand of hair from his hand, cradling it like a treasure.
She looked at the still somewhat dazed Merka with a strange expression, furrowing her brows as if realizing something.
"Oh... I see. I'm sorry."
Merka expressed his apologies, offering a smile to Scarlett and apologizing.
He hadn't intended to ask Scarlett for Duke George's relic, after all, it was her mother's relic.
"It's okay, don't worry, Scarlett."
"You keep the relic safe for now."
"Our comrades are nearby, we will be rescued."
"When the time comes, return to the family and give your mother a proper burial."
Merka smiled gently. His smile usually had a kind of magic that could melt glaciers.
If Scarlett knew that the one she had faced in the back mountains of Erisburg was not Turing, but the boy in front of her, she would surely be astonished.
Not only did he not hold a grudge, but he also harbored such a shockingly gentle heart.
What kind of person is this, so kind to the point of distortion?
As Scarlett's brow twitched slightly, she paused for a moment, wiped her nose and tears, straightened her facial expression, and let out a deep sigh.
"Nevermind, Mr. Merka."
"Judging by your expression just now, this must be a relic."
Scarlett rudely pulled Merka's hand over. In his surprised gaze, Scarlett bent Duke George's hair into a loop and tied it around Merka's wrist.
"I didn't intend to rely on your power, after all, you and Turing are allies."
"But now, under the threat of Oedipus, these petty struggles have no meaning."
"Curseborn... As long as you have this, you will have power."
"I lend you the magic of our noble Montecristo main family..."
"You must win... you must win..."
"Tear that damn woman to shreds!"
Scarlett raised her head, looking at Mira riding a red dragon in the distance, her eyes revealing a cruel glint.
"...Alright."
Seeing Scarlett like this, Merka was moved.
He solemnly promised.
"I will definitely..."
Suddenly, a loud rumble interrupted Merka.
Like the slow rumbling of an aircraft carrier starting up, it passed through the sky.
The violent sound waves and terrifying flames flashed like meteors through the air. An ultimate flash, as if to split heaven and earth, sped past above Merka's head.
It was as if a divine hand swiftly carved a deep chasm in the consuming clouds and mist, as it zoomed by.
Before Merka could even process what had happened, an incredibly bizarre storm followed after the flash, crushing down mercilessly.
Dark clouds pressed threateningly, as if a gift from the god of doomsday.
It screamed, it sang, it ravaged everything in sight with a manic frenzy.
"Get down!!!"
Someone suddenly shouted, and everyone hurriedly grabbed onto nearby structures, laying down to brace for the impending storm.
But in the catastrophic end-of-world scene, this small action seemed insignificant.
In an instant, the intact glass in the entire block was pulverized like tinder.
Some people couldn't dodge in time, blown high into the sky. In the blink of an eye, they were twisted into meat mush by the debris blown into the sky.
"Chilian... Spiral."
The lament of a god, distant yet near.
It seemed as if in compassion for the doomed beings, Merka's ears seemed to hear a drifting incantation.
Merka was shocked. In the violent storm, she clung to a steel bar of a ruin, struggling to look upwards.
Merka saw a figure floating in the air like a fire god.
The fire god raised both hands, separated into three, exuding a radiant orange glow like glass melting into lava. Shooting out from the flaming flash, they flew straight towards the three angels next to Mira.
With just one contact, the three angels immediately melted in the brilliant fire. In the eyes of the fire god, that nonchalant scene seemed like moths flying into a volcano, ghost fires merging into the underworld.
The only trace of the three angels' presence was in the bottomless hole that appeared in their original positions, seemingly leading straight to the earth's core.
The fire god, however, seemed to have done something trivial, and turned to slice through the clouds and fly away.
"What the fu*k..."
"What the fu*k is that?!?"
Bordeaux, not to be outdone by Merka, was almost knocked off her feet by the storm that was barreling towards her. At this moment, her entire body was covered in tiny wounds from shattered glass, some even embedded in her skin, which made her very uncomfortable.
"That's Turing... Bordeaux."
"Did you forget Turing's magical waves?"
Watching the laser gradually disappearing into the sky, Merka smiled awkwardly at Bordeaux next to him.
He scratched his face apologetically, unsure if he should be proud of having such a fiancée.
Upon hearing Merka's words, Bordeaux was briefly puzzled, then her expression suddenly turned ruthlessly resolute.
"Okay, very well..."
"The plan has changed, Merka."
"The three angels are dead, let's go dismember that woman now!"
