Death—
Death, overwhelming and tangible, materialized in the hands of Beezelbub, surging towards Turing.
The candle that illuminates the world flickered, melting away in an instant.
It burned fiercely, swirling, transforming in Beezelbub's hands into the most delicate, most sturdy, most powerful, and most dazzling spiral long spear.
Beezelbub wielded Grand Flame Spiral, plummeting faster and faster, leaving behind layers of red-hot Mach rings far behind.
Closing in, she fiercely hurled the spear towards Turing not far away.
In that moment, it was as if the whole world paused.
The flowing clouds stopped here, time stood still in this place.
The boundary between time and space seemed to be punctured by this raging flame spear, unleashing a horrifying energy and terrifying information that sent shivers down one's spine.
Like light, like electricity; like waves, like particles; like radiation, like wildfire, but regardless, when energy reaches such levels, its form becomes inconsequential.
Countless fiery serpents connected end to end, forming thick, thin, dark, and bright intertwining fire spears, all aimed straight at Turing.
At this moment, even the grim reaper had to temporarily retreat—seeing this scene, who would dare claim to be the true reaper of souls?
No matter how devout a believer may be, once they witness such a spectacle, they will immediately believe in one fact.
There are no divine beings in this world.
Only life and death, only the noise and silence of matter.
It was as if annihilation described in Revelation, the flame that extinguishes human reason, descended ruthlessly from the top of the entire sky through Beezelbub's hands.
Including the ground of Pocity, tens of thousands of hectares of land turned into magma and dust under this unrestrained celestial vision, forming a central red-hot wasteland as if a hole leading straight to the core of the earth appeared beneath Beezelbub.
Under this absurd firepower, what remains of Turing?
Everything evaporated in this extreme heat, as if they had never existed, leaving behind a clean, sparkling emptiness—as clear as a bowl of pure blue ice.
Even Beezelbub felt a bit weary after unleashing this move. Floating in the air, she took a deep breath, a fox paw resting against her forehead as she paused for a moment.
"Not dead, right?"
"Impossible, that girl is tough, how could it be so simple..."
"You hit the nail on the head with that one."
Suddenly, Turing's melodious voice appeared in front of Beezelbub. So gentle, so seductive, so enchanting. But at this moment, the voice sounded chilling in Beezelbub's ears.
Turing grabbed a handful of Beezelbub's fur on her neck forcefully, her cold gaze fixed on Beezelbub's eyes.
At this moment, Turing showed no signs of wounds from the devastating strike, as if Beezelbub's attack had never landed.
"How... how is it possible that you are unscathed?"
Beezelbub stared in disbelief, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt.
This was the first time she showed a hint of losing composure.
"When we were fighting hand-to-hand earlier, I used aside to manipulate your distance perception..."
"Causing you to misjudge my distance, hence missing your aim."
"However, your memory is too long. I had to maintain physical contact with you as much as possible, so that's why we fought for so long."
"You didn't even notice that I tampered with your memory, right...? Because your memories are too extensive and chaotic."
Turing's lips curved slightly as she spoke slowly.
"But even so, when I altered your memory, how is it that you didn't smell a hint of wormwood?"
Beezelbub's expression changed slightly, asking in confusion.
"Silly, I just used backdrop to shield your cognition while modifying it."
"If I hadn't used backdrop, how could you have hit me so many times just now?"
Turing paused briefly and continued.
"By the way, when I was searching through your memories earlier, I found some very interesting things."
"Would you like me to show you?"
Turing's face darkened, her tone teasing.
Clearly, at this moment, Turing's momentum was subtly overpowering Beezelbub.
"Damned brat!"
"Courting death!"
Frustrated by Turing, Beezelbub swatted away Turing's hand grasping her fur with one hand and aimed a strike directly at Turing's throat with the other.
This time, Beezelbub really exerted all her strength, likely enough to cleave even Mount Tai in half if it obstructed her path.
But Turing showed no intention of evading, drawing the black and white keys with both hands, channeling the last trace of Theresa's magic throughout her body, and striking the two swords heavily against Beezelbub's outstretched claw.
As a brilliant burst of black and white fireflies scattered, the black and white swords in Turing's hands shattered into countless tiny fragments.
Shielded under the crystalline cover of sword bodies twinkling like fireflies, Turing closed in on Beezelbub's body, once again reaching for her fur.
She muttered softly.
"Billions of final chapter curses."
"Fire God pave the way."
