"What is that…?" On the other side, Dunkirk was speeding along the road towards the Castle of Solitude.
She looked up in surprise and saw the mist in front of her slowly dissipating like a graceful dancer removing her veil on stage.
Although our poor Dunkirk had been offline for a long time, she was not dead; she was simply lost in her search for Oedipus.
However, despite the lack of progress in finding Oedipus, Dunkirk stumbled upon Turing's trail.
Although it was unbelievable, Dunkirk recognized Turing the moment she saw her; above the city, the twisting and folding aurora, spewing flames like a shooting star… Who else could it be but Turing?
Dunkirk closely followed behind this aurora, witnessing firsthand how it relentlessly annihilated angels hiding in every corner, at an incomprehensible speed.
In the core of the aurora, Turing clenched her fist, raised her hand, and struck down, using these three simple actions to instantly turn one or two angels or a large group of heretics into dust.
Dunkirk was horrified, realizing that when she had trained with Turing, Turing had held back too much.
Before Dunkirk could ponder further, she suddenly noticed that Turing seemed to sense a larger group of enemies. She quickly changed direction and raced towards the Castle of Solitude.
Although Dunkirk was puzzled, she still followed behind Turing, rushing from a distance.
Dunkirk thought to herself that perhaps Oedipus, the Supreme Commander, was hiding within this larger group of enemies.
After a while of chasing, before completely reaching the foot of the Castle of Solitude, Dunkirk witnessed an even more unthinkable scene.
Countless angels turned into flesh masses, spreading their wings, flying in the sky, swiftly heading towards where Dunkirk had just come from.
They all flew in the same direction, apparently influenced by something, gathering together in a certain location outside the city of Bo.
Following them was the dispersing mist.
The vast mist, accompanying the departure of the angels, soon completely dissipated.
The Castle of Solitude in the distance appeared like a shadowy mass, showing itself to Dunkirk's eyes.
No, it should be said, the once Castle of Solitude.
Above the sea of blood, where on earth were the traces of the Castle of Solitude?
Corpses littered the ground, and coagulated blood, like layers of fish skin jelly, piled up inside and outside the Castle of Solitude.
The once Castle of Solitude had been completely reduced to rubble.
With violent explosions, ashes filled the sky. They shimmered like ethereal fireflies under the twilight's gaze.
Dunkirk looked into the distance, hardly able to believe everything she saw.
The overwhelming stench of blood and an almost time-bending murderous aura, separated by a distance of one or two kilometers, viciously kneaded Dunkirk's fragile brain, causing her deep psychological discomfort.
"Is everyone… dead?"
The manic scene brought immense psychological pressure.
Dunkirk's heart pounded, feeling like something in her brain was about to snap.
Swish!
Suddenly, the sound of shattered sound barriers brutally struck Dunkirk's eardrums.
She realized that something had arrived.
Dunkirk dumbly looked up and saw the sky being split in two halves.
Something had broken the sound barrier and quietly arrived from the outskirts of Bo City.
A strange red figure gently landed on the ruins of the Castle of Solitude.
In that moment, the clouds in the sky seemed to bow deeply to the majesty of this figure, deeply prostrating their forms.
A foreboding red cloud enveloped the sky.
Although twilight was nearing its end, the black night showed no sign of coming.
The cloud cliffs and sea of crimson on the horizon rolled like lava - deeply churning. They seemed to gush forth with blood-red clouds, sickly and fiery.
To welcome the red figure, the entire sky seemed to have turned into a sea of red.
Poor Dunkirk found herself mercilessly enveloped in this terrifying heavenly vision.
She looked at the red figure on the ruins in the distance, her gaze fixated on its long, bulky fox tail, its gaping mouth leaving her speechless for a while.
"Is that… Beezelbub?"
"The anthropomorphic Beezelbub?"
Dunkirk's forehead beaded with cold sweat; trembling, she fumbled out her walkie-talkie from her pocket, intending to call the convoy for a long-range hydrogen bomb strike.
Her fighting spirit and thoughts were nearly eroded by the dreadful red figure. Yet even so, she didn't forget the mission entrusted to her by Bishop Maria.
Dunkirk immediately turned on the walkie-talkie.
But there was no signal on the walkie-talkie.
She desperately tapped at the keyboard of the walkie-talkie, but received no response.
Unfortunately, fate seemed to enjoy adding insult to injury.
Suddenly, many lavender-colored iron chains ripped through the void.
A lonely girl unexpectedly appeared before Dunkirk, dressed in tattered clothes, covered in wounds, with an ever-present smile that she couldn't suppress.
"All the guards stationed near the missile trucks have been dealt with."
"The hydrogen bombs won't be fired, so they are now just scrap metal."
"Now, only you remain, dear Captain."
