"We together?" Turing asked.

"No, it's more like us together... right now, I think only Ifrit has the strength to fight," Raphael looked at her hand, her body had mostly recovered after receiving treatment, "I can't use magic right now, I guess you're in the same situation."

"Angels are difficult to kill, and they are very strong... even if they truly die, they will only return to the feet of God and come back to the one they protect in a few days - unless that person dies."

"So, it's better for those without magic to stay here."

【Actually... I can still feel that I can use magic. But for some reason, even when I chant a spell, there is no response.】

"Turing, you stay here and watch this giant creature. Ifrit will use the owl to call our people and see where this magic is coming from... this angel is really huge, isn't it?" Raphael assessed the weight of the monster, "And it keeps getting bigger."

"As you wish." Ifrit stood up beside Raphael and hurriedly ran towards the door.

"Why can Ifrit still use magic?" Turing asked Raphael.

"Oh, why do you ask so many questions..." Raphael said, "The cursed child can use magic in this situation, that's the conclusion. I don't know the reason."

"The two of us can just wait here." Raphael idly played with her hair.

【I should also be able to use magic... but why does it feel strange in my body?】

【My whole body is filled with power, but it's not the normal kind of power.】

This vague feeling made Turing uneasy for a while. Until half an hour later, Turing couldn't stand it anymore.

"McNewdeau, I need to go to the bathroom." Turing stood up and walked towards the wooden door.

"...If you die, our family will be happy, you know?" Raphael suddenly said, "But I won't be among those people because I would regret that it wasn't me who killed you."

"You still owe me a favor." Raphael sat in the corner against the wall, staring blankly at the constantly wriggling monster.

"Got it." Turing paused for a moment, nodded, and walked outside.

【I still don't know the range of this magic.】

【If the range extends all the way to San Mountain Street.】

【Merka might be in danger now.】

【Now is not the time to stay here.】

Turing pushed the door and went outside, finding a staircase leading upwards. At the end of the staircase, Turing happened to enter the luxurious interior of the mansion.

【I need to be faster.】

Turing quickly moved through the mansion, seeing the male servants, male chefs, and male butlers, but there were no women.

Most of them remained calm, without any unusual behavior due to the chaotic external world.

Of course, with only men, Turing naturally wouldn't see any angels.

The mansion appeared peaceful and serene.

【This mansion...】

【Now I understand why Raphael isn't surprised and can guess the other party's purpose so easily.】

【Could they have planned this in advance?】

【Hmm, forget it.】

Turing walked out of a window on the third floor, leaned against the balcony railing, and looked towards the tall buildings of Red Port.

Smoke, blood, cries.

Disasters, be it ancient or modern, are all like this.

Disasters are a practice that breaks chains.

Breaking the chains between old friends and love-hate relationships, breaking the chains between kings and money and power, breaking the chains between prisoners and the fate of suffering.

--I mean, in the form of death.

Disasters have the attribute to destroy everything.

【Merka】

【You'll be okay, right?】

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"A smoky smell... cough." Merka walked into a small compartment and began searching around.

"This is the speedometer, this is the handbrake... I saw these in a book." Merka finally found the ignition device he was looking for and started the small train.

The damage to the train station was so extensive that it would certainly not be easy to repair.

Using a vehicle or magic to move the debris of stones and wood was not a good solution.

The best way was to use the existing railway for transportation.

"Since that's the case, in such a chaotic situation where many people have quit without authorization, it's not surprising to leave a small train carrying stones on the railway." Merka finished operating the driver's cabin and thoughtfully walked to the connected carriage. Looking around, Merka walked to a seat that was still suitable for sitting.

The seat was covered with newspapers used as cushions, and there were also many moisture-proof newspapers on the table next to the seat.

Exhaustion from the overwhelming and tense experience quickly swept over Merka's back. But there was no way to rest, as the enormous clues had already arrived in Merka's mind, which was already slightly drowsy.

Don't fall asleep, Merka.

Merka adjusted her sitting position, leaned against the window, and felt the gentle vibration of the train starting. Merka entered her own world of contemplation.

This terrible, inhuman magic could not be activated by one person alone.

A magic circle, which she settled in a year ago, would indeed have had the opportunity to be completed discreetly.

As for magical power, it would be easy if it was just to activate the magic circle. The witch had plenty of magic power, and if she accumulated enough in the magic circle, it would be sufficient, although Merka didn't know where she sourced the magic power to maintain this magic.

But why was she able to fulfill the requirements of the spell?

For such a large-scale magic, would she force thousands of people to be bound together and chant the spell against their will?

Moreover, these types of magic spells are usually quite long. She would have to organize an activity similar to a cult, so how could it not attract attention?

And she also happened to carve the magic circle in the church...

Right, the guardian magic circle for the "Bouquet" was also carved near the church.

Speaking of which, the spell for the "Bouquet," that is, the hymns in our Bible, is quite lengthy, with about twenty or thirty lines.

{In the beginning, the Emperor created heaven and earth...}

{... There was morning and evening, thus the sixth day.}

For such a large magic circle, the incantation probably wouldn't have fewer lines than the hymns.

And as far as I know, there are only a few people in Red Port's church, so there won't be enough speakers.

The speaker must deliberately recite the words in order for the incantation to be effective.

So if she wanted to gather so many people together, it seemed that she could only resort to coercion...

No, wait, isn't there also temptation?

Moreover, I really have no idea about the range of the incantation's restrictions.

Even a small magic like the Wind Rope can be chanted from a distance of several meters.

Perhaps there's no need to kidnap people and bring them to the church to chant.

The witch could simply ask the newspaper to publish something like, "Chant a hymn at home and receive a reward of ten thousand gold coins," and the condition for the incantation would be immediately fulfilled.

Merka chuckled softly, and a sense of humor slightly eased his tension.

The witch knew too many things... I have no way to deduce her intentions with just this little bit of information.

Merka lifted his lowered head and moved his neck. Unexpectedly, with his magical vision, Merka happened to see the content of the newspaper on the table.

"A newspaper from a month ago?"

Ghostlight Xuanxi Cafe, a serial killer gunned down customers in public.

Merka suddenly widened his eyes, and his initially empty gaze seemed to regain some radiance.

"That's right, there's no need for it to be recited smoothly. Magic has never had such a rule." Merka pushed the chair aside, stood up in a rush, and flipped through the newspapers used as the tablecloth one by one.

{There was morning and evening}, homophonic with Ghostlight Xuanxi.

The serial killer always targeted places that had homophonic names with the contents of the hymns, causing homicides and discussions.

After being published in the newspapers, it would surely arouse a lot of discussions. Many people could help the witch chant the spell, and with over fifty homicides, it would be enough to finish singing a poem.

"Yes, indeed, there are corresponding words for every case. Central Park corresponds to Genesis, Tizao Winery corresponds to Emperor Zao... These places all have records of gun murder cases."

The serial killer is merely a disguise of the witch.

The real purpose is...

The string of murders continues to the Xini Station, corresponding to "is nai," only missing "six days."

But since Judas killed so many people, it shouldn't be a problem to force everyone to recite a spell before they die.

"So the witch must be truly dead... Otherwise, Judas wouldn't be using this method to collect words, but would continue using the witch's previous method, right?"

The conclusion reached by Merka shocked even himself. However, besides that, there was always a feeling that something was missing, enveloping Merka and compelling him to continue thinking deeper.

"Ah... It's hot." Merka felt a sharp pain in his arms and quickly took out the paper hidden in the front of his clothes.

Gradually, the paper caught fire, shedding its false exterior and revealing a neatly sealed envelope in front of Merka's eyes.

"Isn't this... the piece of paper with the witch's message that I tore off?" Merka looked at the bottom right corner of the envelope.

The words "To Merka" were written prominently on it.