"What?"

Upon seeing the Merka thrown out by Power Angel, the God of the Xu family seemed to be momentarily stunned.

Without hesitation, it raised the small axe in its hand, which looked like a scepter as much as a weapon, and fiercely swung it towards Merka.

The fiery black tide, like the great sea descending with crimson stars, violently stirred up waves, instantly surging from behind the God of the Xu family, covering its thighs and rushing towards Merka at lightning speed.

In the fluctuating black tide, the God of the Xu family gradually dissipated, merging with the darkness.

Power Angel roared loudly, spreading its mighty arms solid like the giants in ancient Greek legends, standing in the path the God of the Xu family had to take, resembling a reef in the ocean resisting the raging tides, fiercely grappling with the black tide.

Perhaps due to the efforts of Power Angel, or perhaps Merka's intelligence, or even the God of the Xu family's slackening.

In any case, under various influences, the black tide carrying the God of the Xu family was ultimately slowed down by Merka.

Finally, Merka broke through the small wooden door of the observation room one step ahead of the black tide, entering the small wooden house lit with a campfire.

He burst into the observation room in one breath, embedding deeply into the wooden wall of the observation room with the remaining force on his body.

The intense impact almost made Merka lose consciousness on the spot.

He wearily opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

He suddenly felt that the dimly lit, rough and simple small house seemed so warm.

Merka was covered in blood, he looked around laboriously, using magic to hold his breath, shouting loudly inside the room.

"Lilith!"

"Lilith!"

"If you don't come out now, I won't be able to taste the forbidden fruit!!!"

"You..."

Merka intended to continue shouting, but a huge owl beak broke through the constraints of the wooden door, abruptly interrupting Merka's words, viciously pecking towards him.

At the same time, many black tides also crowded in along with the giant owl beak, some even splashing directly on Merka.

Merka quickly propped up his body, leaning to the side, barely avoiding this terrifying blow.

The huge beak was like a small yacht, visually measuring about thirty to forty feet long and over twenty feet high. Even if seven or eight people stretched out their arms, linking hands together, they would find it hard to encircle this beak.

This colossal beast plunged into the observation room like a meteor, piercing the wooden wall next to Merka, smashing it as though it were tofu.

Merka gasped in shock, his heart trembling.

He clearly saw the beak slightly opening, as if intending to spread wide open.

If this terrifying giant beak were to spread open in this small wooden house, not to mention Merka, even the entire small house would face a crumbling end.

"Lil... Lilith!!!"

"Help me! I really can't hold on any longer!"

Merka's face was pale, he shouted angrily, expending the last breath in his lungs.

He speculated that Lilith would not leave the wooden house, after all, she had promised to wait for him there.

So she most likely wouldn't go elsewhere.

Sure enough, Merka was right.

"You're making such a fuss...not at all like a saint."

"Darling is such a mess~ such a mess, such a mess."

"If even this little angel can't handle it, sigh."

"I wonder if after you eat the forbidden fruit, you'll be able to give me some inspiration."

Lilith suddenly appeared on the side of the beak, gently caressing it.

The beak, touched by her, stopped in its tracks.

As if the entire time in the small wooden house had frozen in place because of her arrival.

"Snake tail swallowing the Big Dipper."

Lilith said, then her captivating snake-like eyes slowly turned, radiating a dark green light.

Her slender arms gently moved, lightly touching the tip of the beak.

In an instant, where Merka's magical vision should not have shown any color, there was an endless overflow of dazzling lights.

Countless, colorful lines streaked across behind Merka, straight to Lilith's fingertips.

These beautiful, colorful lines seemed like the threads of destiny endlessly spun by the hands of the three Fates.

They intertwined, flowed, gathered into yarn, merged into the long river of time.

Suddenly, they reversed.

Those fabrics, in an unbelievable way, completely flipped over.

Inside-out, completely reversed.

The incredible river of time that flowed over Merka's head solidified into substance and flowed backward in front of Merka.