The angel stood on the eaves of the bungalow, rubbing its long and slender claws as if trimming its nails.

【It's so close to me... only about seven or eight meters away. Hasn't it noticed me?】

The angel had its back facing Turing, but despite being only about 1.45 meters tall, its tentacles and muscles added a lot of intimidation.

【I can't use magic right now. If I get caught, there's no hope for me.】

"It's strange... these guys feel unexpectedly familiar." Turing muttered as he walked, stealthily making his way to the center of the roof.

【Alright, it still hasn't noticed me. I'll take this opportunity and rush over all at once.】

Just as Turing lifted his left leg, preparing to make a dash, he was suddenly interrupted by a thunderous roar that startled him so much that he almost fell to the ground.

Boom!!

Like the toll of the apocalypse, it shook the heavens.

The sound, tearing, echoing, bursting forth, seemed as if it was about to condense into a wave of magic and crush Turing.

The impatient gale followed suit, its destructive engine running at full power. Turing felt like even his hair was being blown away, let alone his skirt.

This wasn't a divine punishment, what else could be? Did heaven finally take pity and summon lightning to strike dead that enormous monster?

Turing incredulously turned back to look, but what he saw was an even more desperate scene.

Over by the Raphael's residence, a gold-plated golden bell.

A golden bell that could weigh hundreds of tons.

It floated in the sky like a paper cup.

The monster, Turing's angel, was even more remarkable—it had already swelled to the point of shattering Raphael's mansion. Furthermore, its instantly enlarged volume directly caused it to collide with the nearest golden bell.

Like an explosion, its soaring size pushed the surrounding winds outward, creating a hurricane-like storm.

【This wind...】

【Oh no!】

Turing, who finally managed to stabilize himself in the strong winds, realized.

【They don't rely on hearing, sight, or the power of magic.】

【To determine where a person is,】

【Only the sense of smell remains, right?】

As if detecting the scent in the air, the angel slowly lifted its head towards Turing.

【Maybe the dust that I picked up when I fell just now masked my scent.】

【But the wind blew away the dust...】

Turing no longer paid attention to whether his actions would attract the angel's attention. He quickly retreated three steps and returned to the doorway of the rooftop, with all his strength, he swung the door shut...

However, the first sound that came out was not the closing of the door and the threshold.

It was the muffled sound of contact with some kind of flesh.

In the blink of an eye, the monster was at the doorway, neither early nor late, just as the angel happened to grab onto the edge of the door.

Even though the door squeezed the angel hard, it hardly left a mark on it.

Turing made a quick decision, with a stern face and gritted teeth, he used all his might to lift his leg and kicked towards the door panel.

With a creak, the door panel made a sharp sound, as the entire thick wooden board folded. But the hands showed no sign of stopping their assault; as if they were hardly hindered, they tore through the wooden board and reached towards Turing.

However, the broken wooden board got wedged in the doorframe.

【Is there... anything I can use?】

On the right side of the door leading to the rooftop, there seemed to be a small tool shed with shovels, sticks, ropes, and sprinklers, and the like.

Turing quickly grabbed something without hesitation and started filling the door—If the angel tore a small hole, he would insert a stick into it; if it tore a large opening, he would insert a pitchfork or something similar to block it.

Then, he haphazardly wrapped a rope around its arm, just to give it some trouble.

【Let it fall...】

The stairs Turing had just climbed up were spiraling.

If someone accidentally stepped on nothing, they fell directly to the bottom layer.

The handrail was also somewhat old, not a very sturdy thing.

Turing took advantage of the angel's entanglement and picked up the large shovel beside him, creating a gap in the handrail directly opposite the wooden door.

"Hurry up, faster..."

"Creak," another gap appeared.

On the other side of the door, the angel seemed to be silent, and a heavy feeling rose in the small space.

"Just a little more!"

"Creak," another gap appeared, but it was still far from destroying the handrail.

"It's too late, I'll go up myself."

Turing positioned himself, gathered strength, and pushed off with his legs towards the handrail. At the same time, the angel used its other hand to strike and destroy everything in its path.

Turing crashed into the handrail, toppling the upper half of it, and fell down.

The angel behind, of course, had no intelligence, and couldn't control its force. Since Turing was there, it went straight for the damaged part of the handrail.

As a result, the angel directly experienced the feeling of falling from the fourth floor to the first floor, and made a loud noise upon landing on the bottom level.

"Hmph...heh...after all, it's just an animal."

At the critical moment, Turing grabbed the iron rod remaining from the broken handrail, avoiding the same fate as the angel, and flipped back onto the stairs.

"We have to hurry, time is running out..." Turing felt anxious but didn't realize how he effortlessly climbed the stairs moments ago or how he easily pushed down the iron fence.

Turing arrived at the door and subconsciously pushed it with his hand, but unexpectedly, the door shattered directly.

"Merka, wait for me...Merka." A surge of blood rushed through Turing's brain. Turing rushed towards the edge of the rooftop.

—Without realizing it at all, Turing's hand had undergone some mutation.

Turing's fingers grew black tentacles, and his palm gradually darkened, while his muscles uncontrollably swelled.

Upon reaching the edge of the cliff, Turing leaped towards the opposite building. Originally, Turing estimated that he would jump to the edge of the opposite building, but he ended up in the air about three or four meters high.

"When did I get this kind of strength?"

However, just as Turing was still stunned in mid-air, a figure had already leaped high following Turing's path, extending its left hand and ruthlessly piercing towards Turing's heart.

"You...” [Isn't this the same angel from earlier? How is it possible that it's already...]

"Ugh." Before Turing could say anything, the angel's hand directly pierced Turing's chest cavity.