Sacrifice.

I don't know why, but I always end up doing things like this in my life.

I always can't hold onto anything, always losing something.

Maybe I'm just doing it for my mother's praise, not worth it. I don't know.

But this is how I've lived my whole life, every battle, with the determination to sacrifice, that's how I've made it through.

No one knows the cost of victory better than I do.

Turing and the monster were entangled in the air, landing on the rooftop of another building. Despite being pierced through the heart, Turing felt an endless power within himself.

Struggling, Turing stood up with difficulty, his hands restraining the angel, ignoring the black blood spraying from his chest.

["Come with me... let's fall again together."]

["If the weight of one is not enough to kill it, then what about two?"]

I don't know why, even though his heart has been pierced, Turing doesn't feel weak, nor does he feel like he's about to die.

["Could it be my last struggle?"]

Holding the angel tightly, Turing suddenly gained extraordinary strength. Using all his might, Turing kicked forward with both feet. The angel, who was only a few meters away from the edge of the roof, was pushed forcibly to the side by Turing.

Turing's right hand was almost turning into several tentacles, firmly gripping the angel.

However, the angel, who had been pushed to the edge of the building, already assumed a posture that allowed him to exert force, with his legs straight and strong, seemingly unaffected by a little boy's charge.

But how could Turing be an ordinary little boy? Fighting was also one of Turing's talents as a genius.

Holding onto the angel tightly, Turing used the angel as the center, forcefully swung himself to the side.

The monster, after all, was just a monster, not able to comprehend how and why its forward momentum was suddenly lost, being led forward by Turing.

Blood splattered all over the rooftop as Turing and the angel plummeted downward. Due to the friction between the angel's neck and Turing's wounds, blood kept splashing out from Turing's body, forming a line of blood from the top of the building to the bottom.

Turing seemed to have an endless supply of blood.

Positioning themselves differently in mid-air, Turing thrust his knee towards the angel, regardless of what would happen to his knee after he landed on the ground.

["Living is a very painful thing."]

["But for some reason, Merka..."]

["As long as I think of you, I can still have hope for everything in life."]

["I can gladly accept any price I have to pay."]

The monster crashed heavily onto the ground, and its abdomen, which appeared to be damaged, was crushed by Turing, who had fallen with it, causing a layer of flesh to burst out like liquid.

Although it still remained intact on the surface, like a broken skin, it emitted large amounts of the same black blood as Turing's.

The monster's blood splattered all over the surroundings.

Interestingly, aside from its abdomen, the monster looked relatively unharmed and yet it let out furious roars.

On the other hand, Turing, despite having his chest pierced and his lower body covered in blood as if it had been torn apart by a sharp drill, only furrowed his brows without making a sound.

Turing had an intuition in his heart.

As long as he ignited a fire now, he could set all the blood on fire.

"Go to hell, monster." Turing said calmly, raising his right hand.

A terrible energy, a terrifying cyclone, gathered in Turing's hand.

However, just like the previous battle with the sorceress, Turing couldn't create anything other than water vapor.

["As expected, I can't use it."]

The monster seemed to realize something and desperately struggled, raising its other hand in an attempt to cut Turing in half.

But strangely, the monster discovered that Turing's body was no longer as fragile as before.The angels now, no matter how they struggle, are just tearing off a piece of flesh from Turing, biting off a piece of skin from Turing. Anyway, no matter what the angels do now, Turing will not move to bind the angel's body.

"Do you know? When water vapor comes into contact with gasoline at high temperatures, it produces a more terrifying chemical reaction than an explosion." Turing's face, covered in black blood, flashed a hint of fierceness, suddenly increasing the output of magic. Intense water vapor constantly scattered from Turing's right hand.

"Forget it, I guess there's no point in talking to a beast like you..."

A glimmer of fierceness reached the sky.

A crimson pillar of fire shot up from Turing, climbing the building and rushing towards the sky, instantly swallowing Turing's voice and submerging their small figures.

The huge pillar of fire, like a lightning bolt from the sky, raised the weak creatures on the ground to their utmost before throwing their fragile bodies high into the air. As the angel regained consciousness, it flew in a parabola, soaring more than a dozen floors high.

The buildings on the ground were not in good condition, with half of them collapsed and many cracks appearing. The ground where Turing was located turned into scorched earth, irregularly divided into segments of gullies.

[Am... I not dead?]

At this moment, Turing realized what mutation had occurred to it.

In the place where it should have been injured, black tentacles or black skin had emerged.

Even Turing's face—especially the originally beautiful and lovely face—spread out from the wound, black, like a tumor.

Although Turing couldn't see its own face.

"What is this..."

"Is this me?" Turing looked at its hands.

However, without giving Turing any more hesitation, as if attracted by the tremendous commotion, a gigantic angel, about four or five meters tall, an indescribable angel, appeared at the corner of the building, deeply engraved in Turing's sight.

"What..." Turing didn't even care about its own mutation, and quickly turned around to run in another direction.

But to its despair, three more angels of the same level as the previous one were coming towards Turing, and each one was bigger than the last.

"This direction too...?" Turing had initially planned to run into the nearest building, but discovered that there was another magnificent angel in that direction, resembling a skyscraper, completely ignoring the appropriate size and hardness of the buildings, directly crushing those structures and coming straight towards Turing without any obstacles.

Turing, with no place to hide, could only flee back into the building it had entered before, finding a small corner to stay. Turing's complexion was already very poor.

Its eyes swayed, and Turing was almost about to shed tears.

"But I can't cry... How can a girl from the Altria Family cry?"

Ignoring the opinions of its body, Turing's tears fell, big drops. Listening to the heavy and heartless footsteps, Turing could only feel despair, with no other emotions.

"Merka... I am at the end... I just wanted to see you..."

But perhaps it was destiny's love for dramatic events, he always liked to arrange a good play at times like this.

"Xixi... what are you doing here?" Merka, covered in blood, appeared before Turing and looked exceptionally handsome in Turing's eyes.

Although the fact that he was leaning on a crutch spoiled the scenery a bit.