I hope I can catch up.

Merka prayed in his heart.

Since there are still so many angels active, it means that there are still so many wizards alive.

Maybe the situation is better than imagined.

Now the angels only attack when they see Turing. As long as Turing is fine, the others will be fine too...

Merka glanced sideways and saw that the alley he passed by was crowded with dozens of watermelon-sized Will-o'-wisps. "Xixi, go up!"

As soon as the words fell, the scattered meteor-like fireballs chased after Turing. Turing immediately changed the direction of flight and flew towards the rooftop.

A violent sound rang behind Turing, and the violent explosion blew Turing flying.

Turing broke several street lights in a row, and finally stopped by a signboard.

He sat up from the deep concave tinplate and looked blankly at the words on the signboard.

Go straight for 100 meters to 3rd Mountain Street.

"Am I already at 3rd Mountain Street?" Turing's tone contained endless exhaustion.

[Those angels are intelligent.]

[Afraid of me absorbing their blood and making me stronger.]

[They keep their distance from me and harass me with long-range magic.]

[Now, every spell, including self-repair magic, must be carefully considered before use...]

[Otherwise, the accumulated magic power will soon be exhausted.]

Turing frowned and almost bit his finger.

[But if there is a faster way...]

[...]

[In a situation like this, those refugees must be hiding in places like air-raid shelters.]

[If I can find such a place and wipe them out, all angels will be paralyzed... My progress will definitely speed up a lot.]

Turing looked at Merka in his arms.

[How can I think of such a plan in front of Merka... Forget it.]

"Xixi! They're coming again!" Merka called out to Turing.

A fire dragon, emitting a hot and desolate aura all over its body, descended from the sky like a flying small mountain, ready to incinerate Turing under its claws.

The rain of fire connected to the dragon's tail, like a tide, the meteor shower and countless heat waves came crashing down, directly burning the signboard where Turing was standing into ashes—but the quick-witted Turing had already jumped dozens of meters away.

"This is..." Merka widened her eyes, amazed at the terrifying beast in front of her. "I have never seen such a complete fire dragon before."

[This is the {Ultimate Element}.] Turing silently bit his lip.

[As one of the highest-level magic spells, its magic consumption is simply unlimited. Even the most powerful wizards can generally only create a part of the dragon.]

[The most commendable thing about this magic is that its magic power is very active. The fire can transform itself into magic at any time, so it can avoid wasting magic power.]

"And most importantly, it has long-range capabilities." Turing stared solemnly at the fire dragon, apparently realizing that this situation was much more difficult than any previous encounter with angels.

The fire dragon stood quietly in place, staring at Turing vigilantly. The man and the beast confronted each other, neither making the first move.

"Since you're not attacking, let's see if you can catch up with me." Turing turned around and gave the fire dragon a deep look. His small body burst with agility.

However, when he turned his head to the other side of his body, Turing was surprised to find that the expected black sky did not appear. Instead, there was a fiery red, boundless creature.

"What?" Turing, who had been fighting monsters for years, immediately sounded the alarm in his heart. With a sudden flap of his wings, he narrowly dodged the fire dragon's pounce at the last moment.

"Another one!?" Merka was gradually feeling overwhelmed by these high-level battles.Just dodging a fatal ambush, Turing was immediately chased by two red dragons, who formed a pincer attack behind him.

In the vast heat circulation, Turing continuously raised the frequency of flapping his wings.

[Faster, I can go even faster.]

"Why wouldn't I dare to defeat you again! You inferior subordinate!" Turing flew like a missile on the national road of Red Port, soon leaving the road and rushing into the commercial district of Sanshan Street.

The tornado blew the black veil on Turing's head, making a rustling sound, sounding like thunder in Merka's ears.

Making an emergency landing on the empty street, Turing held onto Merka, gasping for breath.

"Now we should be able to take a break... cough cough." After the intense movement, the cold air of the night month entered Turing's mouth like crazy, stinging his narrow and delicate throat.

"Roar!!!" Another red dragon hiding in a nearby store, emitting a red light, immediately shattered the facade and rushed towards Turing, roaring dangerously with a fiery meteor.

"Darn!" Turing's left hand turned into a claw, with a small sword of flames winding around his arm, pushing towards the red dragon with all his strength.

In the instant the small sword left his hand, it immediately turned into a giant sword resembling a giant dragon, charging against the dragon like a breaking bamboo.

However, the red dragon, hit by the giant sword, only hesitated for a moment before continuing to charge towards Turing.

[Fire doesn't work on this guy...]

[Although it doesn't work on me either, but for Merka's sake...] Turing glanced at Merka imperceptibly.

[Should we temporarily avoid the danger?]

Having made up his mind, Turing rushed towards the direction of the church. The speed was so fast that sparks were seemingly scraped off the ground.

[This angel who uses magic... if it's so powerful, its size cannot be small at all.]

[How did it manage to hide?]

The dragons kept encircling and intercepting, and more and more fire dragons followed Turing.

At the same time, with the continuous consumption of magic power, Turing's fifth and sixth wings also faintly showed signs of disappearing.

The flame meteor brought by the giant dragons smashed the ground wherever Turing passed. The places to dodge became fewer and fewer within sight.

In the myths of Acadia, every meteor crossing the sky is a fire dragon flying across the horizon. Turing, leading a group of dragons, was like a child of the stars on the horizon.

Although Turing narrowly avoided the red dragons' hunting every time, with their increasing numbers, their siege became more organized and disciplined.

Often, in order to check which house Turing had rushed into, the dragon group even used two dragons, one in front and one behind, to check one house after another.

Turing being burned by the dragons' residual flames had become a frequent occurrence.

"With so many fire dragons, it means there are so many perspectives to monitor."

"With the brain of an angel, is it enough?" Merka looked at the dragons behind doubtfully.

"No... I have studied the ultimate elements. Those fire dragons are definitely self-controlled."

"Yes, self-controlled also means they don't know which one is their own fire dragon..."

Just as Merka was confused, Turing, whose face was covered in soot, suddenly gritted his teeth, and the rhythm of flight suddenly slowed down.

Turing seemed to be choked by the smoke, closing his eyes, as if he had fainted, and fell to the ground.

"Since it's like this..."

"Merka... I'll leave my body to you for now."

"Xixi!" Merka shouted with a deep and mournful voice.

How could the dragons miss such a good opportunity? Flames surged on their bodies, and with the raging wind, they instantly arrived next to Turing.

Under the flying fire dragons, the buildings and houses were burned red and directly turned to ashes.Merka spread open her magical wings and forcefully caught Turing as he descended.

Seeing the swarm of dragons surrounding them, Merka hesitated for a moment, then fiercely dived towards the ground with Turing in her embrace, entering the only housing area that had not been completely destroyed.

Merka urgently found shelter in the basement of a building.

Xixi fainted.

Should we rest for a while?

But...

A loud boom interrupted Merka's thoughts. The entire house next to Merka, including the basement, was sent flying into the sky.

Through a small gap in the basement door, Merka's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. She held on to Turing even tighter.

Even the basement is not safe. I need to hurry...

"Roar!!" Just as Merka was about to escape from the building, another loud crash shook everything in the room, including the vases, cups, and shelves, as well as the ground beneath Merka's feet.

Could it be...

With a blow from the Red Dragon's massive horn, the building Merka was in shot into the sky, reaching dozens of meters high.

The buildings that were once in front of them had been reduced to dust and debris due to the extreme air pressure.

But it was strange. Their mission should have been completed. The buildings were destroyed, and the bodies were most likely no longer intact. So why were these Red Dragons still staying there, facing each other?

After searching the ground full of craters for a while, the confused dragons didn't linger and flew together towards a certain place.

Winding and twisting, the dragons arrived at a giant well. The massive well cover had been destroyed by some powerful attack, revealing a creature inside that looked like a monster crawling out of hell.

The Red Dragon lined up one by one beside it, converting back into magical energy and being absorbed by it.

"[Ultimate Element]."

When the last Dragon was about to be absorbed, it suddenly swelled twice its size. Carrying a meteor shower of flame, it charged straight towards the angel. Turing, halfway through the journey, flew out of the Dragon's body with Merka in his arms.

Powerful fire columns continuously exploded in the deep well, causing the once colossal angel to crumple into various shapes as if it were a piece of crumpled paper.

The raging flames finally dissipated after a long time. Looking at the completely devastated well, Merka still tasted the lingering bitterness of the crisis in her mouth.

Turing gently placed Merka by his side and looked at the well that was filled with blood. He couldn't help but lick his lips.

"Xixi, since you had this plan, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Merka asked Turing, feeling a little resentful.

"But who knows how good that Red Dragon's hearing is? I needed some time to temporarily learn [Ultimate Element]," Turing's voice resonated deep and mesmerizing like an abyss, enough to trigger contemplation in anyone who truly knew Oedipus.

Methods are secondary."

"Merka... your wish will soon come true," Turing smiled slightly.