"Ah..." A loud crunching sound erupted from Turing's body.

In the next instant, a dull sound followed, suddenly coming from the angel that was clutching Turing.

Turing had a halo above his head, one foot stomping on the angel, shining all over - at this moment, the holy Turing was obviously more worthy of being called an angel than the monster beneath him.

"Heh!!!" With a cry, Turing lifted his other foot and kicked the angel with all his might. The angel, who was originally impenetrable, was crushed like a watermelon by a single, plain foot.

Like breaking open a fire hydrant, chunks of shattered angel flesh sprayed out with an intense burst of blood. It flowed ceaselessly, far exceeding the amount of blood that the angel's body could hold.

Hot, dark blood instantly covered Turing's entire body.

Turing's black dress, fragmented and torn, fluttered like a dream in the night breeze. Turing, as beautiful as cherry blossoms, was adorable and youthful - but also too sad, too sad, causing Merka's heart to tremble.

"A one-winged holy child has descended... I've never seen such an image before," Merka said in surprise to herself.

"Truly deserving of a thousand deaths..." Turing's fierce gaze swept across the scene, and a gloomy feeling settled on Merka. Turing gently twisted his ankle, breaking the sound barrier the next instant, cutting through the air, and arriving next to Merka.

Like a drill, Turing's fingers closed together. His delicate jade-like palm, carrying the pressure of a tornado, directly crushed the head of an angel that had just stealthily approached Merka from behind.

Once again, blood spurted out like a fountain, uncontrollably shooting out from the empty neck of the angel.

Two angels the size of humans were easily beheaded on the spot before Merka even had a chance to react.

Another layer of blood was scattered, making Turing even more horrifying than Merka.

"Merka, you have a wound on your leg, don't you?" Turing said gently, using the tone every girl would use with her boyfriend.

"Let me carry you, we'll escape together." Before Merka could respond, red tentacles had already emerged from behind Turing, carefully holding Princess Merka.

The patterns on the bright red tentacles were neat and aesthetically pleasing, completely different from the ones Turing had grown earlier.

【I can finally control the tentacles. It seems like I'm slowly adapting to this power.】

"Xixi..." Merka, tightly pressed against Turing's now tattered clothing, blushed slightly and lowered her head, embarrassed. "If we survive this, I have to ask you something..."

"What do you want to ask?" Turing said with a smile, confident and elegant.

"..." Merka's expression turned sad, and she fell silent.

Just as Merka and Turing faced each other, a huge scarlet beast claw sliced through the wall like tofu and pressed down towards them.

Turing's tentacles suddenly became active, gripping the iron columns of the ruins on the wall, propelling Turing like a missile to dodge the sudden attack.

With a bang, the attacking giant angel struck Turing with another palm, cleanly cutting off all the floors above the second floor of the building.

However, Turing narrowly avoided the edge of the beast's paw. Losing its grip, the platform slid off, and Turing flew out of the building, escaping the angel's attack range.

"Xixi, where are you going?" Merka watched Turing's rapidly moving body with a sense of unease growing in her heart.

"I'm going to get something..." Turing said solemnly.

"Xixi, can we go to the McNewdeau's house first? The situation is already very critical," Merka said softly, "Can we handle this together with the family members? The magic circle is in the church, and with the power of the family, destroying it shouldn't be difficult...""Merka, don't you know yet? The most bizarre thing about this incident is not the angels, but the seal that has taken away the ability to use magic from many people," Turing continued, hanging on the walls around them and roaming among the group of angelic creatures like the wind. "And what's even stranger is that this magic left behind a cursed child who can still use magic."

"The McNewdeau family no longer has anyone who can help us."

[But I can still use magic. I just don't know why I can't use it.]

Merka's face darkened, apparently having a slight premonition about this situation.

"We're here." Passing a corner, the pit that Turing had blasted open before appeared before their eyes, with two shiny objects lying quietly on the ground.

Turing used seven or eight tentacles to prop against the wall behind and suddenly rushed towards the pit. Wrapping themselves with disordered tentacles, they landed heavily, trapping Merka inside and rolling like a ball on the ground.

[Got it!]

However, several tentacles as thick as tall buildings were waiting nearby. As soon as Turing arrived, they emerged from the ground and captured Turing.

The powerful tentacles tightly wrapped around Turing, pounding them up and down, continuously putting pressure on Turing.

The tentacles twisted around the core figure like a python, and with the help of pulley arms, Turing was subjected to an unimaginable amount of strength that ordinary people could never endure.

Nevertheless, Turing desperately used their red tentacles to create a space and envelop Merka inside.

"Hmph!..." Turing, who was squeezing out the remaining potential in themselves, was too busy to say anything more to Merka.

[How could this happen... I thought everything hadn't even started yet.]

[I still have so many things I want to experience...]

Turing turned their head and met Merka's gaze.

[Oh, right, that's it.]

[I'm just being too greedy...]

Turing smiled slightly at Merka.

[I just wanted to see you one last time before I died, right? What else am I asking for?]

[And I even blamed my mother for repeatedly making demands of me. I am just as greedy deep down...]

Turing was wrapped in huge tentacles, and the giant angels outside hammered the wrapped tentacles with their fists, trying to crush Turing into a pulp.

The tremendous pressure made Turing bleed all over their body.

"Hug me tight. Don't let go," Merka whispered to Turing, leaning close to their ear.

Although Turing was already bleeding all over their body, they couldn't help but be shaken by Merka's words.

[Unexpectedly, you seem quite sentimental at the end.]

A strong smell of gasoline pervaded the small space as Turing and Merka embraced passionately.

Obscure and gentle white flames once again ignited within Turing.

The blood splattered on Turing by the angels, as well as the blood oozing out of Turing, quickly receded like a tide.

"Looks like I was right. The bloodline of the gods refers to the blood of angels."

"And indeed, gasoline is the perfect carrier for energy. It has certain similarities to the machines abroad."

"Next, I will keep chanting the magic spell for the coming of the holy child, and all you need to do is infuse magic. The absorbed blood from the gods will constantly provide you with power."

"Let's struggle a little longer, Xixi." Merka's eyes gleamed with rational calmness and the profound pain that they had endured.

Merka, the beautiful youth, enveloped Turing, and the power that penetrated people's hearts gradually filled Turing's still young heart.

In the end, the blood on Turing's body completely faded away, and the tentacles, already blood red, became even hotter. Another magnificent blood wing unfolded slowly on Turing's back, symmetrically."This is... the power Merka gave me?"

Terrifying power erupted from Turing's petite body. The Turing that was being beaten by the angel, unexpectedly raised its tentacles, faintly overpowering the angel.

"Hiyah!" Turing's sharp wings suddenly spread open, directly slicing the tangled tentacles in half.

The angel, however, seemed to be impervious to pain, continuing to manipulate countless giant tentacles to attack. With the force of a tiger pouncing, the pair of giant hands not only relentlessly pursued Turing, but also destroyed the surrounding buildings.

Turing leaped and flew among the remaining structures, cutting any pursuing tentacles with its wings and evading any uncut giant hands.

"I can fly?"

With two wings, Turing transformed into a soaring blood swallow in the sky. It would be difficult to catch her now.

The severed tentacles of the angel produced a constant flow of black blood, and any drops that landed on Turing were absorbed completely.

"Faster, just a little faster..."

Like a trace of red lightning, Turing played with the colossal angel in front of her, absorbing its blood.

Slowly, a shadow of a third wing appeared on Turing's body.

"Roar!" The nearly ten-meter-high angel roared, a terrifying monster weighing thousands of tons leaping into the air, creating a ground-shaking explosion as it suddenly left Turing's attack range.

"If it falls, it would probably cause an earthquake, right?"

The angel, now several meters high in the air, finally stopped ascending. It descended like a shooting star, bringing with it the sound of death.

The angel even extended a large group of tentacles behind it in the air, completely blocking Turing's escape route.

"Merka..." Turing anxiously glanced at Merka in her arms, receiving a confident smile in return.

The flowing hair of the two danced freely in the raging wind. Even the stones and debris on the ground trembled slightly in the face of this terrifying apocalypse.

The ground was now filled with the blood of the angels that Turing had slain, the height even exceeding Turing's ankles. Turing deliberately made a large cut on her right arm, causing immeasurable amounts of blood to gush out.

Wrapping the ankles with a layer of rocky mud armor, Turing gently squatted down.

Simultaneously, a wisp of evaporating steam floated out from Turing's right hand, and Turing forcefully inserted her hand into the blood.

The red flash instantly illuminated the entire night.

The terrifying explosion seemed to halt the falling angel.

Using the propulsion of the explosion, Turing tightly wrapped Merka within the tentacles and ascended.

With her spiraling, sharp wings, Turing drilled straight through the falling angel like a needle.

Without losing momentum, Turing continued to soar to a height of over twenty meters. Looking back, the angel crashed forcefully onto the ground, collapsing a large area, causing the entire ground to sway.

But that was all. The gigantic and arrogant angel did not rise again.

The third wing behind Turing had already taken shape.

Although Turing was injured from the previous explosion, the recovery ability gained in the "Arrival of the Holy Son" mode had already restored her body to almost normal.

"So high..."

Turing looked at Merka again, finding that Merka also wore a shocked expression.

Not only were they shocked by the powerful explosion just now, but also by Turing's flying speed.

"But it's quite romantic."

At this moment, a fifteen-meter-class angel arrived beside the two of them, several red tentacles imprinted with strange patterns, obviously more dangerous than before, attacked Turing.

Turing swiftly moved, flying higher into the deep sky.

"Merka, do you now recall the afternoon we flew together over the Lake of Tranquility?"As if forgetting the battlefield, Turing's mind was still filled with pink thoughts.

【It seems that only Red Port has been affected.】

Turing looked far into the sky, where smoke and ruins spread all the way to the outskirts of Red Port.

"Xixi, too fast... cough." Merka's voice choked a bit as she gently tapped Turing's shoulder.

"Ah, sorry." Turing slowed down the flying speed and lowered the altitude a bit.

The late spring breeze gently brushed over Turing's cheek, untimely and unexpectedly opening Turing's heart.

"Xixi, Red Port is very dangerous now, you need to come with me to the church..." Merka's tone was weak, probably due to being exhausted by Turing's actions just now.

Merka's weak voice did not reach Turing's triumphant ears.

【I was wrong, Merka, how could I give up hope?】

【How can I feel guilty for having a strong hope for the future?】

【Merka, I am certain now, I like you.】

【Although I still don't fully understand what it means to like someone.】

【But considering all those vague emotions, I hope to do everything I can.】

【Maybe... just maybe.】

【In the future, maybe I can become a real woman too.】

【After all, there are various kinds of magic in the world, and my mother is so capable. Why shouldn't I have even a little expectation for the future?】

"Xixi, are you listening to me?" Merka emphasized her question, interrupting Turing's thoughts.

"Ah? What's wrong..." Turing was about to reply to Merka, but was startled by a horrifying toll of the bell.

A violent, fierce, wolfish toll of the bell. It instantly reverberated throughout Red Port.

A huge, three-story-tall magnificent golden bell flew past Turing's body.

Following the direction in which the bell flew, a monstrous creature emitting the most primal and vicious violence slowly rose in the position of the McNewdeau branch's mansion. Its entire body was crimson, covered in fierce magic circles, with countless tendrils swirling around it.

From afar, it looked like it could be as tall as twenty floors.

【It's still growing slowly.】 Turing widened his eyes, barely able to believe it.