Following the trajectory of the pistol, the small tree, or rather the small gear, quickly sprouted a branch of the same thickness as the main trunk from its lower end and shot towards Jude in an instant.

"You..." The branch that shot out from behind Jude pierced him through, hanging him in the air and also enveloping the pistol that Merka had thrown, hiding it amidst the dense leaves like a beast swallowing its prey.

"You can regret here all by yourself." After Merka finished speaking, without even looking back at the immobilized Jude, he dashed away.

"You bastard!" Jude shouted angrily from behind, unable to move due to the grass stems. His wound gushed out a large amount of blood, but Merka pretended not to see.

This shouldn't be enough to restrain him... His recovery ability is too abnormal. Even if he were cut in half, he could probably grow back—then he would be able to free himself from the restraints.

I have to find someone to help quickly...

Merka, without daring to catch his breath, ran for more than ten minutes until he finally found a horse and hurried towards the McNewdeau's home.

One block, two blocks, three blocks. It was only when Merka arrived here that he slowly began to see many people's figures. Most of them were running aimlessly, panic and anxiety spreading among the crowd.

Did Jude really kill everyone around him?

Damn it!

The situation is too urgent now. It's too dangerous to go to send the tung tree. I need to find someone to help quickly, and every second counts.

Tung Tree should be safe, hiding well inside the shop. Merka could only console himself with this.

Merka kept shaking the reins, urging the horse to go faster.

"The police station?" Merka originally wanted to go directly to the McNewdeau's home but unexpectedly arrived at the police station on the way.

"Well... Okay, maybe Jude was just deceiving me. The police station is still fine, right? If they have some strong magic users at the police station, maybe they can defeat Jude."

"You... You're the kid from the Cassimani Hotel, right?" Lazily standing in the middle of the police station lobby, one hand holding a mop and the other tremblingly clutching a lit cigarette.

"Sorry... The floor already seems clean, but I just couldn't help myself from cleaning it again...Sorry..." Merka didn't know what Lazily was apologizing for, but all Merka could see was her other hand fiercely pushing her long hair away from her forehead, even though her hair was already on fire.

"I just can't get out of this predicament..."

Lazily hung her head in pain and fell silent.

A sense of deep suffering grew in Merka's heart.

Why? Could it be that in these three or four days, Jude actually killed everyone at the police station? How is that possible...

"Kid, come inside quickly. Many children have come to me these past few days, as if many nearby parents have temporarily disappeared."

"Although the police station is almost empty, I guess this is probably the safest place in Sanshan Street." Lazily forced out a bitter smile. "The children are all staying in the rooms inside the police station... You should go there too."

The air seemed to freeze, and everyone had to surrender to their fate because of the suffering.

Merka didn't dismount, just quietly lowered his head.

Why?

Why does fate always arrange insurmountable suffering for me?

For me to watch the creatures in front of me suffer, for me to endure my own powerlessness.

Oh, gods, if you really still pity your people, I beg you...

"Seashore?" Merka was shocked by the strange sound and turned his head abruptly. Although Merka was in the inland region of the country, he had seen the sea before.

Invisible magic waves, like a tsunami, swept over from afar, covering the sky and earth.

As a blind person who relied completely on magic to replace his eyes, for Merka, the illusion of a tsunami was just as magnificent as being actually there.

In an instant, the waves engulfed Merka, Lazily, and everyone hurrying around.

So cold!

The icy chill of the ocean rushed into every fiber of his being.

Even though he could breathe and move freely, the sense of oppression was so real. Everyone around Merka seemed to have been forcibly connected to oxygen tanks and thrown into the sea. The frigid air adhered to their skin like water.

"It's... cold." Merka thought to himself, considering the terrifying scale of the magical fluctuations that had just occurred, it was likely that the entire Red Port had been covered.

If there was any essential difference between now and before the magical fluctuations happened, it was that...

The air was extremely cold, and magic could no longer be used. The sensation of water interrupted the use of magic, especially fire magic. It was like that time when he was fighting the witch.

This large-scale magic was probably released by the witch's magic circle.

"Or maybe not? It seems like I can still use magic..." Although the magical power was sluggish, Merka could still somewhat use magic. "What about you, Officer Sloth...?

It wasn't until a long, long time later, until the day of Merka's death, that he never forgot the moment when Officer Sloth, a diligent and hardworking woman, was torn apart into carnage in front of him that afternoon.

An indescribable, incomprehensible, enormous monster, that couldn't be described using any words that could be understood by humans, broke through the doors of the police station and appeared abruptly in front of Merka.

Red tentacles, bloated body, a blurred and unclear whether it was sharp or blunt, bloated and furrowed skin. Although there was nothing on the monster that matched Merka's usual knowledge, it coincidentally matched a descriptive passage that Maria had taught him before.

In an instant, the streets and alleys on the road were shattered by the sudden appearance of many of these monsters. Countless people like Sloth, who hadn't figured out the situation and turned into shattered pieces.

"This is... an angel?" Merka exclaimed in horror.

Before he had a chance to be astonished by the phenomenon in front of him, Merka's body had already acted before his brain, jumping off his horse and charging forward.

"There are still many children in the police station!" The constant, intense, and uneasy pressure weighed heavily on Merka.

A deep feeling of powerlessness struck Merka's chest like a bullet, even making him tear up anxiously, tears of anxiety and excitement.

"Death is inevitable and worthy?" Jeanne d'Arc appeared as a ghostly figure in Merka's mind and said softly.

"Yes, death is inevitable and worthy."

Somehow, Merka remembered the words Jeanne said to him back then.

"I shouldn't give up... in any situation." Merka thought.

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"An angel?" Turing asked in confusion.

【This thing can also be called an angel?】

"Yes... cough," Evelet gently placed Raphael down and sat next to him, starting to cast healing magic. "Don't go near it, it's very aggressive right now."

That enormous terrifying monster stood strangely in the center of the basement. Apart from slapping Raphael at the beginning, it didn't make any other movements.

"Someone has lifted the magic in the Red Port area, and the angels have all gone out of control..." Raphael weakly said.

"But different angels have different temperaments, after going out of control, some just don't listen to their masters' commands, and some, like this one, become extremely aggressive."

"But it seems like it will need some more time to regain its original size. After each angel goes out of control, they have to restore their true size before they can move again. During this time, maybe we still have a chance..." Raphael said to himself.

"Wait, wait, what are you saying?" Turing asked.

"Isn't this your doing? The inexplicable magic from your McNewdeau family." Turing came to Raphael's side and asked.

"And you dare to say that..." Although Raphael was in pain and out of breath, he still gave Turing a disdainful look. "This, after all, is your angel."