"What's wrong with your body?" Merka half knelt on the ground, looking at Turing, concernedly asking Turing, unaware that he himself looked even more frightening with blood all over his body.

In fact, Merka was not really sure if the person in front of her was Xixi Fu Si. Although most of the appearance and clothing of the person in front of her still resembled Turing, the magical fluctuations emanating from her were somewhat different from before.

Although it looked very similar.

"Merka...Merka, oh my god...my prayers have been answered..." Turing's eyes were already wide-open.

"Oh no..." Although Turing's left palm no longer showed any trace of anything related to humans, Turing still maintained the position of clasping his hands together, resting his hands by his cheeks, letting the tears fall.

"Ah..." Merka sighed helplessly.

"Do you know how I found you?"

Merka said, looking at the dejected Turing.

"The situation outside is very bad now." It seemed that the sound of gypsum cracking could be heard from the building, as if to prove Merka's words.

A row of footsteps, much clearer than before, rang out in the building. Some small creatures might have quietly arrived.

Originally, there was a huge monster attacking me, but it suddenly stopped. It ran towards one direction without caring.

"And all the monsters I saw are the same, suddenly changing their minds and stopping what they were doing, all rushing in the same direction."

"Aggressively, do you know where they are going?" Merka said profoundly.

"Here."

"I followed their direction and found you."

"Now all the monsters in Red Port are probably converging towards you..." Merka didn't finish her words completely. Seeing Turing's vacant eyes, Merka suddenly stopped speaking and remained silent for a while, lowering her eyelids.

"Xixi..."

"What should we do now?"

The radiant afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on Merka, bit by bit, slipping away from the cracks in the door, floating in Merka's dark red hair, taken back by the merciful God.

The daunting night arrived, and dusk finally ended.

"Those are all minor matters. Come, Merka. Come closer to me." Turing's tone suddenly became exceptionally gentle. As a superior, as the offspring of a ruler, Turing felt that he had never been so gentle before.

Turing extended his right hand, which hadn't transformed into tentacles, gently caressing Merka, hooking his neck, slowly pushing him to lean against himself.

Merka's body stiffened, reluctantly following Turing, with one hand supporting himself on the ground, so as not to crush her.

"Listen to me, Merka..."

"I have never considered anything so urgently since childhood."

Turing used his right hand again to search through his pockets.

"You might find it laughable."

"But, in my whole life, you are the only one I have chosen for myself."

"All the other things about me...were given, all obtained because of the mercy of an exceptional person."

"As for me..."

[Oh...where is it? Why can't I find it?] Turing's face suddenly turned pale.

[Right...it must have been lost in the explosion just now. Many of my clothes were burned...there is no reason for it not to be lost.]

"Ah..." Merka sighed.

"I am tired of hiding your true identity."

Fantasized about the gentle and considerate comfort from Merka did not arrive, but instead, Turing was stunned by the unexpected words.

"I don't want to give up, Xixi.""If you want to write poetry, the most important thing is always the content. It doesn't matter how beautifully you punctuate it," Merka extended his right hand, a soft glow wrapping around it.

"Want to bet with me again? Although even then, the chances of success aren't very high." Merka reached out his glowing hand towards Turing.

"..." Turing remained silent.

【Of course, I could just embrace him now. The tentacles that have grown on my body are strong and sturdy...both of us dying here in a romantic and generous manner, wasn't that what I just prayed for?】

【But what would happen if I were to hold his hand now?】

【Can I guarantee that in the few seconds left of my life, I won't regret not following his advice?】

A sharp shriek erupted behind Turing, accompanied by the sound of sandpaper filled with the taste of a blade. A large scythe broke through the wall, hooking onto Turing's shoulder bone as if trying to take Turing along with the wall.

"Xixi..." Merka's outstretched right hand suddenly reached forward, but the angel broke through the wall even faster, taking Turing away.

Like in certain places in the medieval times, where the executioner's rope was tied to a horse, Turing was about to experience that same feeling.

"Xixi!" Merka took two steps forward, but then fell to the ground. It was only then that Turing saw how badly injured Merka's legs were, to the extent that blood oozed out with every step. Yet, Merka still struggled to get up. Obviously, Merka no longer had any magic left to heal himself.

Merka screamed Turing's name with all his might.

【Why did he have to call me that at the end...】

【That was just a pseudonym.】

【Don't you understand with your intelligence?】

Turing was carried several meters away by the scythe, with the blade scraping a large wound on Turing's neck.

【Even at this point, he still imposed upon me this spell that prevents me from dying...】

"Why won't you let me die willingly!" Turing laughed through tears as he extended his left hand full of tentacles towards Merka.

Several tentacles faster than the scythe shot towards Merka.

Taking advantage of the incoming tentacles, Merka gripped them with his right hand.

In an instant, Merka and Turing seemed to be on the same wavelength, as if time had stopped.

"Xixi, time is short, so I'll say it quickly."

"All our hopes now rest on one magic."

"I have no magic power left. So, I'll chant the spell, draw the magic circle, and you provide the magic power. I'll help you use this magic."

"This magic can activate your divine bloodline. The more divine blood you possess, the stronger the power you'll unleash."

"Everyone has a greater or lesser degree of divine bloodline, but I have very little."

"I want to bet. If, by any chance, you have a lot of divine blood, maybe we can escape this predicament."

"This is the only offensive magic I know how to use. Its name is;"

"The Descent of the Holy Son."

A moment later, a white blaze enveloped Turing. In the blink of an eye, Turing had undergone a tremendous transformation.

A pair of red wings sprouted from Turing's back, their sharp single wings like swords, instantly slicing apart the angel's large scythe.

The impurities, the filth on Turing's body, the black and red skin, and even the tentacles, all disappeared in an instant.

In the twilight gloom, a halo as bright as daylight suddenly appeared above Turing's head.