【I'm not a girl. I am ultimately without an angel.】

【That big guy... without a doubt,】

【Was sent to me by my mother through some means.】

"Xixi!" Merka shouted anxiously.

"What..."

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, a blazing pillar of fire shot straight towards Turing. Turing's body, which could have been unharmed by even a hydraulic press, was instantly pierced by the pillar of fire. Along with Turing's two wings and an arm, they all disappeared in the blazing blood mist.

A surging sea of blood immediately poured out from Turing's severed body.

"Damn it..." Merka immediately realized what had happened and hurriedly recited an incantation. The lost blood gathered back together beside Turing, forming wings.

【What is that?】

Turing's gaze turned towards the direction from which the pillar of fire flew, revealing a massive angel more than ten meters tall, its tentacles twisting. Another condensed fireball had silently ignited within the cluster of its tentacles.

This monster used its own arms as the bow, its flexible and powerful tentacles as the bowstring, shooting fiery arrows towards Turing.

【Is that... magic? Are they able to use magic now?】

【But how did it hit me? Can it smell my scent even from such a distance?】

【No, if they could already use magic, they could have detected me directly with magic without needing to smell.】

"Xixi! Get out of the way!" Merka yelled at Turing.

However, unlike the previous angel, this angel glittered with extremely dangerous red light in the dark night. It bore the same volcanic magic circle tattoos as Turing's tentacles.

Another fire pillar, akin to a laser, Turing narrowly controlled his wings to dodge. Turing, who had lost half of his body, almost lost his balance and was engulfed by the pillar of fire again.

"Why, why would this kind of special angel suddenly appear..."

【Shouldn't the bigger ones be stronger? This angel isn't much bigger than the one before, but it's clearly on a completely different level...】

"A special angel... No, could it be that it's not special after all...?" Turing looked into the distance, where angels filled his field of vision, as if some kind of restriction had been lifted and they all began to emit a red light.

The streets beneath Turing's eyes, resembling a starry river, collapsed, converging towards Turing, drawing closer and closer! --

The streets were filled with intricate magic circles that even a magic professor would find difficult to understand, slowly illuminating towards Turing.

Explosive sparks surged, and the scorching surface seemed to form the corona of a sun.

The raging flames of death were locked onto Turing.

【Strange? How can they use magic... Doesn't that mean I have no way to escape anymore?】

【After all, it's very difficult to escape from magic detection...】

【No, there's nothing strange about this. After all, I...】

"Merka..." Turing looked at Merka, whose face was pale, and their eyes met, sapphire to sapphire.

Turing grinned.

"What's wrong? Xixi, it's already come to this..." Merka's breath became weak.

"I don't know why, but suddenly I can also use magic!" Turing's arm was enveloped in a green glow as they gently touched Merka's forehead. "Dreams blossom, soul-resting incantation." Merka immediately entered a state of half-sleep and half-awake, and the dizziness and pain caused by the outside world were minimized.

Holding Turing's arm, Merka whispered softly, "Xixi..."

"Just take a short rest, Merka." The sky was full of a rain of fire, rushing towards Turing. Even the vast sky seemed narrow in this moment.

"When you wake up... our new life will begin." Dense rocky mud sprayed out from Turing's internal organs, Turing's 1.5-meter form suddenly increased by more than twice, transforming into a terrifying devil.With a loud bang, breaking the sound barrier, the devil maneuvered through the fiery clouds in the sky. Surprisingly, the ghostly flight did not allow the flames to touch Turing's body.

"As time goes by, the angels have become stronger."

"If I want to escape, I must start by defeating the weak and gather strength."

"Around five or six meters will do."

Like a shooting star, Turing dashed into the layers of debris and landed near a slightly smaller angel. Before the other angels could react, Turing raised his remaining right hand high.

"Incandescent spiral!" The terrifying vortex condensed in Turing's hand once again. However, this time it was even more terrifying than before. The magic Turing used with the "descent of the holy son" had a faint divine power.

Turing threw the javelin in his hand, instantly shattering the angel in front of him into debris.

A large amount of blood poured down on Turing, as if a dam had burst open, but it was quickly absorbed by Turing.

Turing's missing half instantly repaired itself.

"It's not over yet, not over yet!" Several powerful angels rushed towards Turing. But Turing avoided their attacks and, relying on his high-speed flying ability, continued to search for weak angels to kill.

One after another, Turing easily broke through even when surrounded by several angels that were tens of meters tall. He even managed to kill one or two of them.

Under endless slaughter, night had fallen completely.

"Come on! Come on!" Turing roared, fighting, gradually revealing his fourth, fifth, and even sixth wing.

It was difficult to say whether Turing could still be called human at this point. Turing, who had become bloodthirsty, truly resembled a demon.

With the increase in wings, Turing's power had reached a terrifying level.

"Ha ha ha!" Turing slammed his tentacles on the ground and flew high into the distant sky.

Even now, even if a dozen angels targeted Turing at the same time, they couldn't penetrate his armor.

"Merka, Merka, Merka…"

"You've driven me insane!!!"

Turing laughed wildly in the sky, flying recklessly, spinning freely, and ruthlessly killing any monster that dared to touch him. Wherever Turing went, it was as if a divine being had taken a huge hoe and plowed through the area.

Ironically, perhaps influenced by Turing's madness, the monsters, who appeared to have lost their humanity, showed a faint hint of fear.

One of the ten-meter angels saw Turing approaching and immediately fled. All magic and abilities were forgotten, and they did not have the courage to stop Turing.

"You're running away? You dare to run away?!" Turing's good mood had been ruined by this fleeing angel.

"It's useless no matter where you escape to!" In an instant, Turing caught up to the angel, closing a distance of kilometers with just a few steps.

Turing casually threw a giant sword made of flames, tens of meters long and the size of a building, as if pinning an insect specimen with a toothpick. The terrifying angel was nailed to the ground motionless.

"Haha...haha...haha..." Turing stood on the angel's corpse, breathing heavily. Surrounding him were a group of angels who didn't dare to approach.

The pleasure of dominion and the emptiness of death gradually settled in Turing's mind.

For some reason, in this absurd situation, Turing remembered the figure of his mother.