And so... it ended.

Turing flicked her long hair behind her, calmly pulled out the huge torch as tall as a person from Beezelbub's chest through the gaping hole, and lifted it up, carrying it on her shoulders.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her right hand, then spat out all of Beezelbub's flesh and blood onto the roadside.

The blood rain in the sky, like withering amaryllis blooms, drizzled down on the torch and Turing, extinguishing the flames that danced on both of them.

With unsteady legs, Turing lowered her head heavily, took a deep breath, and sat on the ground leaning on the torch.

"Indeed, it is time to end this."

A strange, hoarse female voice, like a curse beckoning for souls, rang out behind the silent Turing.

Turing's heart skipped a beat, alarms blared in her mind, and every hair on her body stood on end.

The atmosphere of terror, like ice cracking on a frozen lake, burst forth with a crisp sound.

She quickly stood up, ready to react.

But just as she did, there was a sharp clack behind her, and a bullet, sharp as a reaper's scythe, shot out from the barrel with lightning speed, hitting Turing squarely in the kidney area on her back.

Normally, not even an atomic bomb could make a dent in Turing at this moment.

But somehow, the tip of that bullet seemed to be made of some special substance, effortlessly slicing through Turing's skin and hitting her kidney, the area richest in vagus nerves.

Unspeakable pain, coupled with bizarre hallucinations, felt like a heavy blow straight to her brain, knocking her down instantly.

Foam dripped from her mouth, eyes rolling back, she fell to the ground.

"Miss, you're truly amazing."

"Unconsciously, you have grown into someone to be admired from afar, not to be surpassed."

"Well... I never dared to imagine that even the Beezelbub, who seemed like a god incarnate, could be defeated one day."

"But, indeed, Lord Oedipus is truly extraordinary. Even this aspect, that Lord anticipated."

"How should I put it, it's truly like mother knows her daughter best."

The woman behind Turing strolled leisurely to her fallen figure, squatted down, and reached into Turing's wound, taking out the bullet embedded in her kidney.

This bullet was none other than the one with mechanized divinity.

As the bullet was removed, Turing's seizure-like symptoms finally eased. She suppressed her spasming body, gritting her teeth, and turned her body to see that the person was London, whom she had a brief encounter with in court.

Turing furrowed her brow, almost biting her cheeks. She struggled to stand up, but was easily pushed back to the ground by London.

"Miss, don't make things difficult for me."

"The King will be here soon, so please wait a little longer before that."

"Otherwise, do you want me to fill your wounds on your noble body again?"

London's military boots aimed at the wound on Turing's kidney, the high heels digging deep into Turing's flesh, grinding and rotating a few times.

But Turing didn't cry out or make a sound. She just stared at London, like a venomous snake lurking in the bushes, waiting to strike.

Her eyes seemed to shoot out messages, just like Oedipus.

"Oh...?"

"Miss, you really are..."

"Step back, London."

Oedipus's enchanting voice, like fragrant wormwood in a secluded valley, suddenly came from the sky.

With one hand, Oedipus lifted Merka, bruised and half-conscious, like a chick, retracted her wings, and gently descended to the ground.

"As you wish."

Upon seeing Oedipus, London immediately knelt respectfully and humbly, performing a full noble gesture before stepping aside.

"Turing!"

With Oedipus landing safely and gently placing Merka on the ground, the previously dazed Merka suddenly became alert and ran towards Turing in three swift steps.

"Merka... sob."

Turing's young, flat nose twitched, seemingly catching a whiff of Merka's scent, and subconsciously murmured Merka's name.

Merka hugged the bewildered Turing tightly, carefully stroking Turing's long hair, tears streaming down her face.