"Go die, go die, go die, go die, go die!!!"

"You can go die for all I care!"

The roar of Turing thundered through the sky.

Her voice gradually became deep, transitioning from a sweet voice of a little girl to a wild roar of dragon thundering in the wilderness.

With the power of Turing herself, coupled with the enhancement from Theresa's relic, it was as if a giant whale carrying thousands of layers of towering tsunami surged forth, unknowingly showing signs of overwhelming Beezelbub.

Beezelbub's face changed, and involuntarily took a step back from the impact.

But with just that one step, Beezelbub could no longer step back.

Seeing Beezelbub faltering, Turing's fierce fire eyes glared from her flame dragon helmet. She swiftly swung her sword, maliciously aiming for Beezelbub's neck.

This time it was the White Sword.

Like a sorceress's scream; a crisp and splitting sound emerged, containing myriad strands of early spring fragrance, burst forth from the strings hidden within the White Sword's blade as Turing struck.

Without much thought, Beezelbub split the part above her neck in half, narrowly dodging the blow.

But Turing's attacks were as fast as lightning.

Before the first strike was fully executed, Turing swiftly rotated the blade, launching another horizontal slash, blocking Beezelbub's retreat path, breaking the sound barrier, igniting a dazzling black incandescence in the air.

This time it was the Black Sword.

Like the surging currents of the deep sea, a deafening heavy sonic boom resonated, releasing eerie whispers of deep abyssal voices as Turing's sword swung, revealing sinister claws from the strings hidden within the Black Sword's blade.

In the blink of an eye, the activation of these two sword lights was only separated by milliseconds. For Beezelbub, who had not used magic, there was simply no time to react.

Two violent strums, carrying drifting sword shadows, arrived with the wind.

One in front, one in back, one on the left, one on the right, one high, one low, one light, one heavy, one shallow, one deep, one black, one white.

While the White Sword missed, the Black Sword solidly struck Beezelbub.

As Turing's blade struck Beezelbub, it suddenly vibrated, sending Beezelbub flying tens of miles away.

With her wings spread, Beezelbub flew into the sky, absorbing the impact with the air, and gracefully anchored herself at the edge of the crimson clouds.

Simultaneously, Turing rushed towards Beezelbub from a distance - the battlefield shifted from the ground to the skies above.

Rubbing the area of her abdomen where the Black Sword had struck, Beezelbub felt a slight twinge of pain, leaving a faint red mark.

Clearly, this injury was not even worth mentioning.

"Damn it... Theresa's music... is it also causing hallucinations?"

"Weighing the past and the present, protecting in black and white."

"So this is how this sword is used."

"...No wonder Theresa could injure Oedipus, she is probably the strongest in the Forbidden Orchestra besides the War Marshal."

Beezelbub's face darkened slightly, her body still aching from the wounds left by the mechanical descent of the gods.

She had intended to make Turing surrender without using magic.

Otherwise, she might not only harm Turing but also further injure herself by forcibly invoking magic.

But the current situation left her with no choice but to fight wholeheartedly.

Turing, with her wings spread out, suddenly dashed towards Beezelbub, covering dozens of miles in what felt like an instant to her.

She wielded both swords, holding them on either side of her body, creating black and white incandescence in the turbulent air.

In an instant, the black and white incandescent flames burst forth from the sword tips of the black and white keys.

They were like two huge land masses on both sides of a strait, like miracles, pressuring Beezelbub relentlessly, enclosing her between the two black and white flames.

"Wrath of Agni!"

Beezelbub raised her claws, drawing her bow and arrow.

In no time, she shot a dozen arrows, each as powerful as intercontinental missiles, towards the rapidly approaching Turing.

But somehow, the tremendous roar emitted by the black and white keys held by Turing's hands seemed to badger the mechanical heart of Beezelbub, leaving her unsettled.

In an instant, the figure of Turing rushing swiftly forward swayed.

She seemed like an elusive minnow, diving into the incandescence, evading Beezelbub's ten or so deadly arrows.

Swish! Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz!

As Turing spun the White Sword in her hand at high speed like a hammer, it emitted a sharp and crisp creaking sound. In the vast sea of incandescence, the White Sword was fiercely hurled towards Beezelbub, gathering the incandescence like a bulldozer, flying towards Beezelbub.

Beezelbub did not expect Turing to directly throw her weapon; she was momentarily taken aback, but immediately corrected her posture, extending her hand to catch the sword.

As if the blade capable of destroying everything made contact with Beezelbub's palm, it instantly emitted a string of ruthless cracking sounds.

But it did not pierce Beezelbub's skin.

Just as Beezelbub was puzzled, another strike imbued with dull and silent music followed.

The black, pitch-black blade, exuding a vigorous duskiness, ruthlessly slashed towards Beezelbub's abdomen.

"Do you think I would fall for the same move twice?"

With a disdainful glance, Beezelbub scoffed, not even bothering to look at the Black Sword, then unleashed three Incandescent spirals.

Three thick tentacles, ferociously extended from the area of Beezelbub's body covered in fur, each holding one of the Incandescent spirals, violently thrust towards the direction of the Black Sword.

However, they missed everything.

"What...?"

Beezelbub was shocked, looking towards the direction of the Black Sword, trying to locate Turing's position.

But she saw nothing.

As Beezelbub looked around to find Turing's position, Turing suddenly emerged from the white sword held in Beezelbub's hand, transformed in an instant!

It turned out that when Turing threw the sword earlier, she had transformed into a tentacle and bound herself to the hilt of the White Sword.

Deceiving Beezelbub by throwing the black and white keys successively, bringing her closer; Turing's splendid figure, like a full moon shining brightly, appeared in Beezelbub's sight.

As she appeared, the tide-like crimson clouds dissipated like illusions.

One foot on Beezelbub's arm, one foot lightly on the tip of the White Sword, Turing suddenly extended her finger, pointing towards Beezelbub's unguarded side.

"Take this, it's Theresa's sister's ultimate skill."

"Ultimate Element...!"