It's hard to say whether everyone can feel a sincere sense of liberation after breaking free from some kind of bondage. Maybe some people, I mean some people... would feel as bitter and dull as after watching a movie with only one ticket. But it's a pity that Turing has never seen a movie and doesn't understand such jokes. He doesn't understand the humor of joking in the face of crisis. He can't understand the bitter smile on Merka's face when she sees the angel next to the church on a moonlit night.

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Turing and Merka finally arrived at the church. They hid in the bushes on the side and stared at the huge angel occupying the church. "To kill it, we only have one chance to attack," Turing said, opening his two huge magician hands, with a solid blood-colored six-wing swaying in the wind behind him. "Wait, Xixi, something is strange..." The angel closest to the church was neither too big nor too small, and was covered in dense red patterns. Most importantly, it had a staff - the same one as the Tide Witch's. "I clearly saw Judas with the staff earlier... Could it be Judas' angel? No, Judas should still be alive... Strange." Merka supported her chin with one hand and looked at the giant creature not far away in puzzlement. "But Judas is neither a woman nor a cursed child. Didn't you say that? How could he have an angel?" A transcendent whirlwind, even a divine-like pressure, slowly gathered on Turing. "No matter what, as long as we destroy everything, including the magic circle, the spellcaster, and all the magical reserves," "The matter will be resolved." A twisted and overwhelmingly abundant spiral spear appeared in Turing's right hand. "But, there are still so many things we haven't figured out..." Merka did not stop Turing's intention, but muttered softly on the side. "There is no need." "With this attack, everything will be over." Although Turing always described her power with declarative sentences, she usually did not show any arrogance. It was as if she was naturally powerful. Sensing the imminent danger of magical fluctuations, the angel suddenly turned its head towards Turing. "Disappear." In the blink of an eye, as if a knife had cut into the rock-solid night, revealing a dazzling, golden-like intrinsic light. The spiral spear in Turing's hand stared at the giant angel like the eyes of a deep-sea python and fiercely pierced its fangs. Cracks like those struck on marble appeared on the angel's body, and on the other side of the perforation were round holes like those struck on clay. With a slight pause, accompanied by the angel's painful howl, it continued to charge towards Turing with great momentum. "Strange sensation... Oh well, one more time." Turing once again raised his right hand towards the approaching angel. "Incandescent spiral." Another earth-shattering blow, Turing's bright light once again illuminated the night sky. Under the accumulated blow, the ten-meter-high angel was filled with orange and red magma. The angel coughed violently, but what came out was only scorching explosions, and the red light hovered in the moonlight. The tremendous thrust of the spear was applied to the angel, and it instantly flipped over several times. "Really lucky..." Turing raised his right hand again... After repeating several divine-like heavy blows, the angel finally lay motionless on the ground, and the surrounding floor was completely destroyed. "Xixi, there is still the magical fluctuation of the witch in the air, the magic is not over yet." Seeing that the angel was no longer moving, Merka came to the bottom of the church and thoughtfully touched the wall of the church."The walls and floors here are embedded with giant magic circles."

"...Then step back a little." Turing raised his right hand again, gripping the spear that was enough to make any creature fearful.

It was another devastating blow.

Under Turing's destructive magic, the once magnificent cathedral was reduced to just one wall. Interestingly, perhaps by some coincidence, this wall happened to be the one with the carving of the goddess.

"What about the bodies piled up here..." Merka's gloomy eyes scanned the scorched earth that seemed to have experienced a disaster.

Apart from the two-branch sapling that resembled a slingshot and was difficult to destroy, there was almost nothing intact in the surroundings.

"Speaking of which, why did Judas kill so many people? Could it be just for the spell?" While Turing's eyebrows were relaxed and his mouth slightly upturned, Merka frowned and pouted beside him.

"Merka Merka! The witch's magic in the air is fading, we won!" Turing expressed his joy, running to Merka's side and loudly announcing his triumph.

"I didn't expect it to be so easy to win!"

Turing may have been excited and wanted to hug Merka, but seeing his pensive expression, he eventually put down his restless hands.

Merka looked at the mess around, lost in thought.

"Merka..." Turing pouted cutely.

"Ah, Xixi... Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts." Merka finally revealed a gentle smile.

"It seems that we won..."

However, before Merka could finish speaking, an angry voice, like a long-lasting fury from ancient times, resounded throughout Red Port.

Without any disguise, this undoubtedly was the bell of doomsday.

"This... this is..." a terrifying thought exploded in Turing's mind.

The primal fear, the primal ferocity, suddenly dispelled the joy of victory that Turing had just obtained. A sense of subservience, which had always been dominant over Turing since birth, emerged from the heart and completely dominated Turing.

Numbly looking in the direction of the sound, Turing felt an indescribable sense of vastness.

Tower-like angels—no matter what you call it at this moment, whether it's a god, a demon king, or any entity with the power to move mountains and seas, Turing could believe it.

After all, it was related to his mother, wasn't it?

[Mother...]

[Mother has this kind of power.]

Dawn broke. The approaching sunrise, blending with the reddish glow of this angel.

Burning and scorching, as if returning from heaven, let's call it {Burning Angel}.

At this point, I can no longer easily describe its size with words.

It is not only the size from the real world, but also the size that emanates from the moment it connects with people's hearts. It naturally dominates you and shatters your impression of size.

"Xixi..." Merka stared at the Burning Angel, her state not much better compared to Turing, who had already started to crumble.

The witch's aura in the air was gradually fading, but it was still too slow. Especially in this situation, the Burning Angel, far away from Turing, was still lifting its majestic giant hand slowly——in Turing's direction.

Why did it raise that hand? We are so far away.

But what does this distance matter to a god?

Turing didn't doubt that as long as it moved its hand, he would immediately die, ordinary and meaningless.

[Just like how I dealt with that angel just now...]

"Even... even Merka."

A trembling, the pressure that caused one to collapse instantly surpassed Turing's body defense line, forcing her to kneel directly on the ground."It's over... It's over."

Merka, who was standing by, said nothing, but crouched down next to Turing and gently embraced Turing's shoulders.

"Merka..." Turing turned to look at Merka's face, still receiving the same warm and gentle smile as they did on the first day they met.

"I'm sorry...," Turing buried their head in Merka's shoulder and whispered softly.