How could Judas use magic?

What does it mean that they are almost killed off?

What does it mean that a few more people are needed?

Talking about good friends... talking about being like family... Judah, you...

But those things are not important anymore, they are no longer important.

There are no more excuses that could possibly save you.

Whether you were controlled by the witch or forced by the situation.

"I demand you atone for their deaths, Judah!" Merka's chaotic eyes emitted silky lines, forming a pale circle above his head.

A sorrowful expression briefly appeared on Merka's face, but it was obscured by the possessed white flames.

"Oh? It seems to be quite interesting after all..." Judah lifted a pipe shaped like an inverted cross, and water slowly coiled around him, forming a small whirlpool.

In Judah's eyes, the boundaries of Merka's figure gradually blurred because of the burning white flames.

Merka's limbs now resembled both sharp triangles and smooth blunts. A visual ambiguity of limbs, that was truly occurring in reality, appeared on Merka.

Merka, performing unimaginable movements for a human body, spun and flew in the air like a rotating wheel, heading straight towards Judah.

—However

As soon as Merka touched the whirlpool enveloping Judah, it deviated from its original trajectory and flew behind him, just like a cat encountering water.

With a swoosh, a top portion of the church was sliced off. The neat incision in the church resembled the work of a divine sword.

"What trick is this... Was it my own body's reaction earlier?" Merka stood on the eaves of the church, holding onto the wall, cautiously watching the whirlpool in Judah's hands.

"You are amazing, truly amazing!" Judah's body seemed to explode, with many black tentacles bursting out of his back, grabbing onto the protruding part of the church and climbing to the same level as Merka.

"But I don't have time anymore, so I'll have to use you to complete the magic." Judah smiled and glanced at the inside of the church, subtly raising an eyebrow.

Merka swallowed hard, a strong smell entered his nostrils. Before Merka could turn his head, the smell had already informed him of what had happened there.

Slowly lowering his head to look, Merka was stunned.

Merka swore that, even with his own imagination, he could never have thought that such a cruel thing could happen in the world.

Inside the church, there were countless corpses.

Bodies strewn all over, blood flowing like rivers, limbs and arms scattered everywhere. Although the smell could no longer spread well due to some magic, the overwhelming guilt couldn't be easily contained, leaking out bit by bit.

Merka had never felt so angry in his life.

"You... Did you do this? Didn't anyone notice you, stop you?" Merka clenched his teeth in anger, his voice trembling gently, "The police... didn't anyone notice, even if you killed so many people?"

"No," Judah grinned, "They did notice, of course."

"But I've killed them all, along with the people from the newspaper. After all, I don't want any leaks in the news."

"In the end, it's just an institution that has rusted away due to long-lasting peace." Judah's tentacles behind him swayed like devil's minions in the wind.

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"...Are you saying that the fire had something to do with Mom?" Turing frowned, staring closely at Raphael, trying to discern something from his face.

"It's not 'something to do', Achia!" Raphael excitedly gestured with both hands, making a cross symbol and then spreading his hands apart.

"This was caused by Oedipus. Completely and solely, Oedipus did it!" Raphael shouted at Turing.

"You mean...

"More than fifty villages of all sizes were destroyed, with tens of thousands injured and thousands dead. This calamitous fire has indirectly caused over one hundred thousand people to be displaced, and has also resulted in massive destruction of our country's forestry resources."

"Did Mom do all of this?" Turing widened his eyes in disbelief. The image of his mother in his memory seemed to merge with that legendary deity of disaster.

"You find that hard to believe?" Raphael's tone became slightly calmer, with a hint of a cold, sardonic smile.

"I know a lot about Oedipus, a lot," he continued.

"If you had hit the bullseye just now, perhaps I could talk to you until nightfall," Raphael said.

"But you..."

Raphael's face showed an unexpected expression of sorrow as he gazed absentmindedly at the ground. "What kind of poison did Oedipus feed you?"

[Could it be that deep down, I really dare not resist Mom?]

[It was just a missed shot in archery, and yet you unilaterally denied my sincerity like this?]

"That's enough, I'm leaving." Turing angrily threw the bow and arrow into Raphael's hands and angrily went to find what looked like a door.

"It's so cold here, it's been getting colder since earlier. Is this Raphael's trick?" Turing looked back and saw Raphael with a frozen expression, his mouth slightly ajar, silently watching him walk away.

"You don't intend to stop me, do you? Fine, I probably don't have much value anyway." Turing turned back around, intending to open the door and leave.

"Miss!" Eve let out a loud shout to Raphael, suddenly opened the door, and rushed out towards Raphael.

"What?" Turing turned around again, only to find that everything had changed.

Raphael was no longer arrogant, but rather embedded in a stone wall, bloodied from being beaten.

The surroundings, including the piano, the butterfly, and the notes, no longer gave Turing a familiar feeling. They had all disappeared from Turing's sight.

Turing knew that at this moment, he could no longer escape.

He was somehow connected to everything that was happening now.

His mother was right, fate always catches up.

Even if you run away, even if you commit suicide, no matter what you do or where you go, fate will find you and defeat you in various ways.

No matter what happens, I will always be that child who makes mistakes, Turing thought.

Otherwise, why would God punish me like this?

Otherwise, why would this monster that suddenly appeared, red and indescribable, with the same actions as the one in my dream?

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"Madam, Miss has not returned for nearly a month." The maid stood outside the huge bathhouse with a towel, worriedly speaking.

"Yanling has been grieving and fasting for five or six days... What should we, the servants, do?" The maid sighed lightly, her words filled with countless bitterness.

"If she wants to fast, let her go ahead. She's not a child anymore, she still has the right to choose life or death." Oedipus smiled, leaning against the steamy bath, holding a long pipe and smoking.

As I mentioned before, Oedipus had a habit of taking three baths a day.

"It's a real child that complains every other day, despite having abundant resources." The smoke, mingled with steam, gradually dissipated.

"But Turing, let's see what you can achieve."