Roar!!!

Turing, who had completely transformed into a Chimaera, roared furiously. Her four claws clung to Beezelbub, viciously tearing and gnawing on her, dripping her arm with blood.

Beezelbub winced in pain, trying to use magic to push Turing away. However, she suddenly realized that she couldn't conjure any magic at all.

Panic filled Beezelbub's face as she never expected the day when her magic would run out.

“Damn it... Curse you, backdrop!”

“I will drag you down with me even in death!”

Eyes bloodshot, Beezelbub's giant claw clamped onto one of Turing's heads, while her body began to grow larger until she matched Turing's size, revealing her original form of a huge fox.

At this moment, both of them maintained the size of a basketball court, desperately tearing and devouring each other.

Now, having completely abandoned magic, their battle had escalated into a fierce and brutal fight between beasts. What was once a battle between wizards had now descended into a bloody brawl between monsters.

Devoid of magical support, they began to fall from the sky, continuing to tear each other's flesh and suck each other's blood. The cruel acts persisted, splattering blood for miles around.

The blood rain filled the sky like amaryllis flowers swaying with the wind, while their bodies fell from the clouds, friction with the atmosphere creating brilliant sparks.

The opaque night moon was slashed open by a huge, golden gash. The vivid crimson clouds, cut in half by the intense burning in the sky, resembled a scar.

Finally, with her serpent tail tightly wrapped around Beezelbub's fox neck and her claws firmly hooked under her armpit, Turing pressed her towards the ground.

Just as Beezelbub was nearly out of breath, Turing exerted all her strength, directing the lion to bite Beezelbub's fox face.

With little resistance, Turing's jaws, biting into Beezelbub's flesh, sounded like steel plates collapsing, her sharp teeth plunging into Beezelbub's cheek.

With a fierce look in her eyes, Turing ruthlessly tore Beezelbub's entire cheek, including shattered cheekbones and crushed eyeballs, all peeled off from her face.

At that moment, Beezelbub finally had no strength left to struggle.

The most powerful creature or weapon in the world—

had lost its final breath of life.

A storm raged in the sky, mingling with the blood rain swirling around Beezelbub, quickly dissipating through her disheveled fur.

Helplessly, she collapsed under Turing, falling heavily towards the ground.

With a deafening roar akin to an earthquake, the two primordial beasts landed in the outskirts of Wave City.

As the smoke slowly dispersed, the two gradually returned to their original forms.

At this point, backdrop returned Turing's body.

Turing straddled Beezelbub, her mouth full of Beezelbub's flesh and blood. Breathing heavily, her heart pounding, she gazed blankly at Beezelbub before her.

Battered and broken, Beezelbub's body had multiple fractures, shattered bones protruding and anchoring her to the ground.

Her left face had been shredded, with half of her nose dangling limply, her brain matter at her forehead resembling white jelly, ready to flow out of her skull at the slightest touch—she no longer had any magic to heal herself.

Yet, despite her condition, the right corner of her mouth still curved into a smile, seemingly impervious to pain.

Ironically, Beezelbub had never experienced an ounce of sorrow in her life.

But as she opened her eyes and saw Turing shedding tears in front of her, she suddenly understood the meaning of sadness.

"Beezelbub... I won."

Tears streamed uncontrollably from Turing's eyes, yet her gaze remained as hard as steel.

Beezelbub could sense that Turing had become a proud warrior.

“Yes, you won.”

“You are a good child, I am proud of you.”

Beezelbub's consciousness gradually faded.

Watching the rejuvenated Turing before her, she suddenly sensed a strange aura emanating from her.

This aura seemed to be inherited from Oedipus. However, while it shared the same origin with Oedipus, its manifestation was vastly different.

The mesmerizing quality emanating from her azure eyes was profound and enchanting, evoking strength, compassion, and purity, captivating all who followed her.

Involuntarily, Beezelbub wanted to touch this impressive flower.

But Turing didn't give her the chance.

Raising her hands high, Turing conjured a torch that flared in the wind.

As the torch descended, a blazing flame burned a massive cavity in Beezelbub's chest.

Beezelbub's hand fell limp, her eyes losing their color forever.