After a deafening roar that seemed to shatter the heavens and the earth, a strong tremor akin to doomsday spread continuously from the surface of the earth, reaching out for thousands of miles.

Half of the city of Bo was lifted and smashed by the chaotic and powerful tentacles, dividing the ground into two separate areas a hundred meters apart.

The uprooted earth emitted a blazing fire. Under such a scene of destruction, not even a worm underground would be able to survive.

But Turing emerged unscathed.

She crawled out from the heavily buried ground with Merka, struggling to climb onto the burnt ruins.

"Merka... Merka, are you okay?"

Turing, like soothing a child, gently pulled Merka out from within her grasp, asking him.

"Um... I'm fine, Turing. Thanks to you, I'm not dead yet."

Merka was squeezed out from the fleshly mass of Turing's tentacles. He knelt on one knee, breathing heavily the fresh air. Despite his disheveled appearance, he was not actually injured.

On the contrary, not far away, Beezelbub collapsed clutching her chest and abdomen. She knelt on the ground like soft mud, black and red blood flowing incessantly from her mouth.

"Merka... Did you do this?"

The mechanical deity mingled with blood was slowly pushed out from Beezelbub's flesh by her tentacles.

By now, she had returned from her majestic fox-like form to an ordinary-sized fox woman.

"It worked...?"

Seeing Beezelbub bleeding on the ground, Merka couldn't help but feel a bit delighted.

"What happened, Merka?"

Turing also noticed the strange scene of Beezelbub suddenly falling to the ground and asked Merka in confusion.

"It's like this, I set a trap."

"I predicted earlier that those Beezelbub's avatars would surely be retrieved by Beezelbub in some way. So I implanted the mechanical deity in them in advance, hoping to harm Beezelbub through them."

"Now, it seems that it succeeded."

Merka spoke slowly.

"Normally, an angel harmed by the mechanical deity would only retain one-tenth of its power."

"But for Beezelbub..."

Merka didn't continue, as he saw Beezelbub, bleeding from all seven orifices, standing up from the ground once again.

Beezelbub was severely injured, but there was no hint of pain on her face; instead, she grinned excitedly.

She smiled, her expression full of satisfaction mixed with a sense of freedom, as if the injury was not upon her.

"Merka, oh Merka, you always give me so many surprises."

"If you weren't a boy, given time, you might have grown into a schemer as shrewd as Maria."

"But alas, today you must meet your end here..."

With that, Beezelbub wiped away her smile.

She stood tall, the cat ears on her head drooping, her tail behind her twitching provocatively, trembling. She seemed to have entered some sort of transcendent combat mode.

"Aunt Foxy..."

Merka, seeing Beezelbub taking combat so seriously for the first time, couldn't help but feel a hint of astonishment.

"Volcano Mode..."

"Too slow!!!"

Just as Turing was about to unleash her true power in Volcano Mode to confront her, in the next instant, Beezelbub's fiery form was already in front of Turing.

She, like the swift tip of a crimson spear, moved as quick as lightning. Lifting her right foot high, she kicked towards Turing's forehead with full force.

A burst of deflating balloon-like sound erupted from Turing's forehead as Beezelbub's red meteor-like body struck Turing, sending her flying along with the impact.

"What...?"

It wasn't until a red flash passed beside Merka that his expression slowly changed from astonishment to disbelief.

He turned around, frantically expanding his magical vision, trying to find Turing's whereabouts, but besides the blood mist bursting open like smoke behind him, there was nothing left.

In the blink of an eye, Beezelbub and Turing had already flown a couple of kilometers away — far beyond Merka's field of vision.

"Little Merka, give them some time to catch up, let me entertain you."

"Different from Beezelbub. If you were to fight me, at least in terms of how you die, I can let you choose."

Oedipus smiled faintly, stepping out of the shadows of the rubble strewn all around.

She still smiled faintly, as she did the first time Merka saw her at Westminster Cathedral, elegant and serene as ever.

As if she had long anticipated that this day would come.