"Oh~ I must admit, you truly surprised me with your move." Oedipus stared at the mechanical embodiment in Merka's hand, radiating a phantom of deep orchid, and let out a profound exclamation.
Her slender eyebrows raised slightly, and a pair of peach eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"But it's a pity, you are one move short." Oedipus retorted.
"Have you ever considered, perhaps the one standing here is not me, but my another clone?" she continued.
"Or do you really think I would willingly put myself in such a perilous situation?"
Confronted with the intensifying deep orchid phantom in Merka's hand, Oedipus simply crossed her arms in disdain, letting out a contemptuous snort.
She smiled, standing in place, as if Merka posed no threat at all.
"Portal!"
Yet, Merka had no intention of paying attention to Oedipus's words, true or false. Regardless of Oedipus’s intention, Merka would unhesitatingly activate the portal.
Currently, Merka could barely hear what Oedipus was saying, and even the previous conversation was just lip-read by Merka. As a notorious deceiver, Lucifer—without a voice, was just an ordinary bluff.
Now, it seemed no one could stop Merka from killing Oedipus.
"Wait, Merka!"
With a deafening roar, above the nine heavens, as if the entire dome shattered like glass under a strange force.
A thunderous sound filled the sky, carrying a terrifying shockwave, pressing down from the horizon towards Merka.
Amidst the screams in the darkness, a voice carried in the roar, almost causing Merka to stumble and nearly fall.
Merka looked startled, consumed by fear. He tried to look up, but the strong wind coming from the sky made it impossible to keep his eyes open.
"Turing is in grave danger now, you can't use me against Oedipus!"
A shadow suddenly appeared next to Merka, shouting loud.
"W-what?"
Facing the stormy winds, Merka squinted, puzzled, asking the shadow.
"But…"
"This is the best opportunity to defeat Oedipus…"
Merka seemed not entirely grasping what was happening.
Some cataclysmic force, enough to make the heavens and the earth tremble, had suddenly erupted in the distant battle between Turing and Beezelbub.
In an instant, accompanied by an unmatched shockwave, another deafening roar struck down, making Merka's teeth ache and scalp numb.
As if lightning tore through the firmament, the giant deity tore through the Red Sea. The red dragon form assumed by Turing turned into a meteor, ruthlessly crashing into Beezelbub, only to be kicked away by the latter.
"…"
Speechless, Merka watched the apocalyptic scene in the sky, clenching his teeth.
"How can I help Turing? What should I do?"
"Do you want me to transport you inside Beezelbub?"
Merka's tone grew anxious as he asked the shadow.
"No, Beezelbub is too fast for you, your imagination can't keep up with her speed."
The shadow shook its head, replying.
"But I have a plan."
"Just transport me underground."
"Where you are standing, there is Maria's arsenal."
"There are many mechanical creations collected by Maria there."
"I can use them to reach Turing's side."
"You just have to get me there, leave the rest to me."
The shadow said firmly to Merka.
Ten seconds quickly passed, within that brief period of discussion between Merka and the shadow, Merka missed the best chance to defeat Oedipus.
Yet Oedipus still stood there, smiling as if unfazed.
"Have you reached an agreement?"
Oedipus laughed.
Clearly unable to see the shadow, she somehow seemed aware of its presence.
"I understand, aside. The lives of Turing and I now depend solely on you."
"Please."
With a flash of deep orchid phantom, three iron chains shot out lightning-fast from behind Merka, transporting the mechanical embodiment in Merka's hand deep underground.
"Old hag, come and get me!"
Merka frowned, taunting Oedipus loudly.
Forcing a bitter smirk, he then activated the Flame Train and sprinted in the opposite direction from Oedipus.
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Turing, clad in the Dragon Armor, instantly grew to a height of 2.5 meters.
She was slender, with firm limbs, a mighty dragon tail behind, resembling a sharp fiery longsword, exuding a fierce aura.
Her sharp breath was oppressive.
Her dragon claws were loosely held, naturally hanging down on both sides of her body, as sturdy as vise grips.
The flames on her body danced like knives, with a huge fiery shadow swaying behind Turing. Just standing beside her seemed to conjure the sizzling sound of the fire cutting through flesh.
Beezelbub, mounted on top of Turing, released the black and white swords from her body, and used her tentacles to place them under Beezelbub's shoulder blades, forcibly lifting Beezelbub up from her own body.
"Roar!!!"
Shaking off Beezelbub's restraint, Turing slammed one dragon claw heavily on Beezelbub's face, roaring with a wrath fit for a dragon lord.
