"Huff..." Turing slowly exhaled a breath, the late spring night was indeed a bit cold.

However, being enveloped by Merka's tentacles was quite warm.

"Should I go? That church Merka mentioned." Turing stood on the corpse of an angel, gazing into the distance with loneliness.

[Let's put aside whether or not going there can remove this magic.]

[The angels are slowly getting stronger, and the longer this drags on, I may not be able to withstand it either.]

Turing looked at the angel next to him, which was as tall as a skyscraper and still not moving. However, it had already grown to such an exaggerated size, so its master must be very powerful.

[And my current state is not permanent either. I can feel that I am constantly depleting my magic power. If I don't continue killing angels and absorbing their blood, maybe the state will be lifted soon.]

[So, the most stable method is still to escape from this place directly.]

Turing lowered his gaze and thought.

[But for Merka...]

In an unprecedented move, Turing considered others for a while. This could be considered a privilege prepared by Turing for Merka.

In the end, Turing chose a compromise, trying to walk towards the edge of Red Port while also getting closer to the church.

Having lived in Red Port for over a month, Turing had a good understanding of the city's geography.

Looking at the countless angels rushing over, Turing mobilized his magic power and once again headed to the battlefield.

Time passed bit by bit. The flawless starry sky seemed like a grinding wheel, crushing the sesame-like stars, leaving them blackened.

The pitch-black night sky slowly rotated and meandered, covering the figures dancing beneath the moon with a silver veil and dressing them in black armor.

"They are getting stronger and stronger." Turing continued to shuttle through the bloody moonlight.

"The tentacles are becoming more and more resilient, with better extensibility."

"What's strange is that at the same time, their hardness is also getting stronger."

Angels possess many contradictory but harmonious traits.

"If this continues...it will be increasingly disadvantageous for me." Turing passed through a shop with the tentacles acting as support. Suddenly, a huge, burning eye floated in the air, hidden around the corner, catching a glimpse of Turing's swift figure.

"Oh no..." Turing instinctively changed his form, and in the next second, a burning rocket engulfed the shop, along with Turing's left foot, burning it into fragmented charcoal.

Turing gritted their teeth and the high body temperature instantly evaporated the cold sweat on their forehead. The tentacles and wings operated quickly, and Turing disappeared from the sight of the big eye in an instant.

Turing gazed into the distance and saw the huge angel releasing the magic, or rather, a massive building resembling a tower, silent yet imposing.

"If the magic detector can't reach me, should I use this kind of magic?" Turing continuously increased their speed, protecting Merka within their tentacles.

"Or, should I just escape, straightforwardly?"

After making up their mind, Turing rushed into a clothing store, picked up a piece of black cloth, and draped it over their head, heading towards the outskirts of Red Port.

"The halo above my head and the red markings on my tentacles are still too conspicuous. It would be better to cover them with a piece of cloth."

However, at that moment, Merka's body moved slightly.

Turing anxiously tightened the wrapping around Merka, hoping to escape outside of Red Port before Merka woke up.

"Escape, why aren't we escaping..."

"Isn't escape my specialty?"

"Forget everything...throw it all to the back of my mind."

However, just then, the scene of that day when Diana and the others cornered Turing in the bathroom inexplicably appeared in Turing's mind again."I actually haven't made any progress at all."

Turing felt a little aggrieved, and his heart also withered. He had been working so hard, but where did he go wrong?

The only thing he could do was endure.

There was no chance for rebellion.

"Xixi... cough." Perhaps the tentacles strangling him were making him uncomfortable, but Merka finally spoke.

"Put me down..."

Turing had originally wanted to pretend not to hear and fly Merka out in one breath, but in the end, he stopped his stride.

"How are you feeling? Is your body uncomfortable?" Turing put Merka down and asked with concern.

"Xixi, you can go now." Merka kneeled on one knee, his pounding headache making him hang his head deeply.

"I will go on my own from here."

"What?"

"Are you... Are you telling me to leave you behind and escape on my own?" Turing's voice trembled.

It wasn't just a sense of shame at being exposed, but also a disgust towards the possibility he had briefly considered, turning Turing's face red.

But the black cloth draped over Turing's head, elegant and quiet, covered up his panic.

"Don't worry, Xixi, I'm not being impulsive. I've seriously thought about it." Merka smiled gently, with a confidence unique to men reflecting on his blood-stained face.

"Those angels were indeed coming for you. You shouldn't have been involved..."

"My magic has recovered a bit now, and even though the church... might be difficult, I think I can still win." Merka's warm, low voice permeated Turing's heart like a hot spring.

"Merka..."

"If I really resolve this incident, there will be many variables added."

"Once the incident is over, my mother will definitely send people to investigate."

"And even if... when the angels disappear, and your magic ends, I won't be able to use magic."

"I won't be able to escape anymore."

"Let it be, let it be, Xixi." Seeing Turing's silence, Merka didn't wait for his reply, turning and walking towards the church.

"Let it be?"

Watching Merka get farther and farther away, an inexplicable sorrow and anger rose in Turing's heart.

"Are you asking me to compromise again... to just let it go like that?"

"Will I do as you wish... damn it."

Turing tightened the black cloth on his head and leapt out like a shooting star with his tentacles.

"Of course, I hope..."

"Of course, I hope for a transcendent romantic bond beyond the ordinary."

"To connect me with Merka."

"But... what price must be paid..."

"I shouldn't be thinking about these things, they really don't suit me..."

Turing, soaring like a crescent moon, mysterious and ethereal.

In mid-air, Turing intercepted Merka who was running ahead.

"Xixi?" Merka's voice was filled with surprise and worry. Turing confidently said this, they had already established a relationship that could understand each other instinctively.

"You little brat... Sit down!" Turing laughed heartily, feeling like he had figured something out. The path ahead may be filled with bloodshed, but it was still filled with countless dash and panache.