"Sigh..."

"Why do I always end up with such violent and dangerous women."

Merka was kicked out of the wooden house and entered a new unfamiliar area.

The glaring light illuminated the entire area, making it difficult for Merka to open his eyes for a moment—here, it seemed that no darkness could hide.

The place was filled with the unpleasant smell of medical equipment; baskets filled with potions and test tubes of unknown purpose piled up like small mountains, one after another, creating a dizzying sight; the predominant white color seeped through the walls and floors, making the vast area look pale and lifeless.

It was like a warehouse and a hospital at the same time.

But the gray prisons lined up on both sides of the hall made Merka believe that this place seemed more likely to be a dungeon constructed from modern steel and iron clusters.

Merka cautiously scanned around, not seeing the shadow of the raptor deity.

He relaxed a bit, tentatively turned the doorknob a couple of times and found it wouldn't budge.

Maybe Lilith had locked the door from the other side.

Merka felt a slight movement in his throat, exhaling a heavy sigh with a trembling breath.

The impact of the near-death experience he just had was too great, and if possible, he never wanted to feel that way again.

"This woman...damn, not even leaving me a way out."

Merka lowered his gaze, his myriad thoughts swirling slowly in his eyes like tangled plant roots.

The bright light emitted by the LED lamp above his head reflected off the bleak tiles and walls, painting a sharp and unhealthy yellow hue on his body, as if corroding his gradually weakening spirit.

"...No, I need to pull myself together."

"I need to stay alive and reunite with Turing..."

"I'm not living just for myself."

"Turing, my dear, give me strength."

In a gesture typical of a monk, Merka began a prayer.

He imagined the scene of him kissing Turing before, placed a finger on his lips, closed his eyes, and devoutly recited the prayers in his mind.

For a moment, Merka's blood and breath circulated faster, his complexion slightly reddened, and a bit more courage was added to his heart.

"…Whew, let's keep going."

Merka looked at the gloomy prisons and encouraged himself.

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The perspective shifts to Turing.

Compared to the exciting battles and strategizing on Merka's side, Turing's situation here was much simpler.

"Shabie, don't kill it, we still need to search its memories to find out about the next level's passage..."

A spluttering sound interrupted Turing.

"Tsk."

Turing sat on a bench in the center of the zoo area, paging through some smoke-free area data she had obtained from somewhere.

With her chin slightly lowered, her emerald eyes slowly moved around, her slender wrists resting gently on the book.

Her elegant demeanor unfolded gradually, like the approaching midnight tide, giving off a faint sense of oppression—Turing now looked like a younger version of Oedipus.

Turing had been in this zoo area for quite some time.

Compared to other areas, the zoo area was larger and more spectacular.

Glass domes spread across the ground, in the air, and even on the ceiling, isolating one small area after another.

The large and small glass domes not only served as walkways but also delineated the areas where the animals could move around.

Here, there were elevators everywhere, and mechanization and automation were the main themes.

The smoke-free area had an aerial track set up for tram transportation, connecting the entire zoo area, giving it a futuristic and technological vibe.

If the creatures locked inside these glass domes weren't animals but angels, this place would resemble a futuristic zoo in people's fantasies.

Unfortunately, this glamorous place had already been tainted by dark blood.

Angels of all sizes lay scattered everywhere.

They lay on the streets, hung on buildings, and lay in pools of water.

These were Turing's trophies from her killings along the way.

"But...sister, it's still struggling."

"Wuwu…"

"To neither kill it nor let it struggle is really difficult."

A giant figure resembling the legendary Hercules stood behind Turing, looking aggrieved.

Its muscles bulged unnaturally, and the thirteen eyes on its body all looked towards Turing, who was quietly reading on the bench.

Its tone was fawning, and its words and actions exuded a strong sense of pitifulness.

It held a rhinoceros angel that had already been squeezed into a pulp, with only a layer of skin left all over its body.

The pitiful sight would inevitably induce a sense of compassion in any normal person.

"You, my child. Oh well."

"It's really difficult to move forward in this smoke-free area."

"I wonder how Merka is doing... "

Turing put down the data in her hand and looked into the distance with a solemn expression.