Turing!!!
Beelzebub lost an arm and flew into a rage.
She wanted to strike back, but countless violet iron chains blocked all her paths of attack like rolling ocean waves, forcing her to temporarily retreat.
Turing seemed completely oblivious to Beelzebub's shouts.
Silent, she stared with wide eyes, fixed on the swiftly moving Beelzebub, controlling the iron chains to continuously assault her.
Her long hair at the nape of her neck was soft as jade, resembling free-flowing water lines, fluttering in the air like phoenix feathers, exuding a peachy pink hue, swaying freely in the wind.
Beelzebub sensed a sudden change in Turing's demeanor.
Standing before her now was no longer the little girl who needed her protection in secret.
It was a true battle angel from the Hannibal Army.
Gritting her teeth, Beelzebub stamped the ground heavily, and terror struck her in an instant, shattering the earth beneath her feet.
In a flash, Beelzebub vanished.
The mysterious phantom fell completely silent in the air, moving so swiftly that even the sound waves had not caught up to her, quietly arriving behind Turing.
Her body swayed violently as if hit by a blast, tentacles exploding from her right arm, morphing into numerous dazzling deadly weapons—chainsaws, spears, cleavers, scythes. They emitted dazzling light like electric arcs, brimming with unparalleled killing intent, thrusting towards Turing's chest.
However, Turing just raised her hand without even glancing back, and several violet iron chains immediately extended from the ground under Beelzebub's feet like vines.
Tripping her, the iron chains also gruesomely severed Beelzebub's ankle.
"What...?"
Beelzebub moved incredibly fast. With one foot lost for support, she immediately lost her balance, her body leaning on both sides.
Meanwhile, Turing sidestepped the attack and cleverly twisted dozens of iron chains into a broadsword, placing them ahead in Beelzebub's path, piercing through Beelzebub's chest completely.
Beelzebub widened her eyes.
As blood spilled from the wound and she looked at the impassive Turing by her side, a chilling realization dawned on Beelzebub.
The once endearing azure eyes of Turing from her memory were nothing like gemstones—instead, they resembled a dagger that stripped bones and sucked souls, causing Beelzebub's heart to pound with fear.
Beelzebub couldn't fathom how Turing reacted to her unpredictable attack speed.
But the truth was Turing didn't need to react; she foresaw it with the Window.
"You fool!"
"You asked for this!!!"
Beelzebub clenched her fists, and countless tentacles surged out from her body covering the sky and the earth.
Transforming into a massive, fox-like flesh mountain, she moved angrily, viciously smashing her enormous limbs towards Turing's head.
Boom, followed by another boom.
Blows of various sizes landed on Turing, creating explosive sounds like hydrogen bombs, engulfing Turing in smoke and thunder.
But the thunder was loud, and the raindrops were small.
At this moment, Turing had encased herself in multiple layers of iron chains. Whenever Beelzebub's body touched these chains, it would immediately be crushed into pieces.
The chains rotated slowly, enveloping Turing. Flowing like water, they exuded a shocking and surreal beauty.
She seemed like an amethyst angel entirely composed of steel, wrapped tightly in iron wings, guarding herself.
"The truth, reverses all."
Turing raised her hands high in front of her chest, forcefully making a grabbing motion before suddenly swinging her arms apart.
A tidal wave of thousands of violet iron chains burst out from the ground on both sides of Beelzebub, tightly grabbing her body and folding her in half.
"Roar!!!"
Beelzebub howled in pain, her body expanding even larger, continuously using tentacles to strike at Turing's defenses, lifting her to the sky one moment and plunging her into the depths of the earth the next.
Yet, relying on the foresight of the Window, Turing always managed to avoid Beelzebub's attempts to strike her critical points, sustaining the battle with minimal magical energy expenditure.
The more chains Turing manifested, the larger Beelzebub grew. And the larger Beelzebub grew, the more chains Turing needed to pierce through her flesh.
A bloody struggle akin to a beastly fight ensued, with blood splattering and flowing like a river.
Beelzebub aimed to drain Turing's magical energy through this method.
From a distance, the battle between Beelzebub and Turing appeared as if a giant tentacled monster fighting against an ant, and astonishingly, the fight was fiercely returned blow for blow.
