The disdainful Archangel raised its colossal hand that could penetrate the heavens and pointed at Turing.

The hand, covered with secret patterns, faintly glowed with a red light, as if countless magma were boiling on it.

It seemed as if the heavens and the earth were under its control, as wisps of clouds converged above the Archangel's head, tinged red by the deep flames.

A massive amount of hot air shot up into the sky, even causing a localized downpour.

The pouring rain was illuminated by the flames, resembling countless fireflies, forming a magnificent tornado around the Archangel.

Due to the rapid change in temperature, a highly condensed vortex continued to rise from the Archangel.

The heavens and the earth seemed to tremble silently because of this miracle.

[Tornado?]

[How... how is such unfathomable magic possible?]

[Could it be...?] Turing seemed to realize something, fearfully clasping Merka's neck and gripping his collar tightly.

[Incandescent spiral...]

A mournful wailing emanated from the Archangel's arm, instantly spreading throughout Red Port. Then, a violent spiraling tornado surged out, pure and almost pale energy arriving next to Turing in an instant.

To put it in Turing's own words, it was as if the sun had come crashing down.

The thunderous roar of the devouring inferno, the tearing sound of the air being ripped apart, destroyed all hope of survival.

However, fate spared Turing.

The terrifying spiral flew high above Turing's head and viciously landed on the mountain behind Red Port.

Turing hurriedly looked towards where the spiral had flown.

The rising flames seemed to warp spacetime, creating a massive cavity in the mountain peaks, exploding like a volcanic eruption.

Relentlessly, it leveled multiple mountain peaks, the spiral's pattern covering the entire landscape. The extreme heat turned every clump of earth on the mountaintop into magma, which then flowed down from the mountain, overwhelmingly.

From Turing's perspective in the distance, the immense mountain range seemed to melt away. The stoic mountains that had stood for millions of years, the majestic mountains that held memories of generations, melted away like a piece of ice under the sun, like a pat of butter on a frying pan, all of it melting away in an instant.

How absurd? Turing was completely stupefied.

[Mount Phoenix... gone?]

[Red Port's pride, the backyard filled with history and aspirations...]

[Disappeared with just a snap of its fingers?]

Turing felt like his teeth had gone numb from fear, but whenever he released his control over his jaw, it would immediately start trembling again.

"It missed..." Merka said softly from the side.

The Archangel, like a true god, stood atop the McNewdeau family house, maintaining its original posture.

However, the horrifying magical fluctuations had already silently spread, even Turing and Merka at the church could clearly feel it.

The red glow condensed again on the angel's arm, even brighter than before.

"Apologies... Xixi, but we did our best." Merka didn't seem to fear death at all, his smile, just like himself, eternally clear and transparent.

The red light emitted by the Archangel replaced the reluctant sunrise, shining mercifully on the faces of Turing and Merka, who were locked in each other's gaze.

Despairing Turing and relieved Merka quietly looked at each other during this moment of life and death, and an inexplicable affection quietly sprouted in their hearts.

"This angel might not have adapted to the way it uses its power yet, so it missed."

"But the witch's magic is dissipating too slowly... It won't disappear at least until this next attack is over."

Turing lowered his gaze with a heavy heart."If only we had escaped earlier..." Turing scolded Merka with a careful punch on the shoulder, as if complaining about why her boyfriend didn't order something she liked at the restaurant.

"Ha... It's my fault, Xixi," Merka gently embraced Turing, in a warm and soft embrace that slightly cleared Turing's confused mind.

This time, Merka held nothing back in the hug, with their bodies pressed closely together and Merka gently holding Turing's waist.

Finally fulfilling a wish, Turing thought to herself.

In the distance, the red light in the hands of the dazzling angel gradually faded, not disturbing the two, still accumulating power.

"I'm such a mess," Turing chuckled bitterly.

"In the end, I am still thinking about running away."

"Perhaps, Raphael was right after all."

"I have been fooling myself about everything I did for mom. In reality, I didn't dare to resist at all. The result can only be running away..."

...

Looking at the relaxed and relieved Merka in front of her, Turing suddenly felt something loosening in her heart.

"Why exactly am I afraid to resist?"

"From the beginning? From birth? From...?"

As her thoughts deepened, Turing's mind seemed to forget something and the feeling became even stronger.

"Why shouldn't I give it a try? After all, I've never done it before. At least it also means I have never failed, right?"

"Besides running away... what else can I do?"

Turing bit her lip, broke free from Merka's embrace, and stood up.

"Xixi?" Merka knelt down on one knee, looking at Turing in confusion.

Turing looked at the "Little Gear" that had grown two huge forked branches from swallowing two pistols, and an idea formed in her mind.

"If it's a Little Gear, it should be able to withstand such a powerful force."

"As for the bowstring... I'll use the tendrils of the angel from earlier."

"The angel's tendrils are both hard and flexible, perfect for making a bowstring."

Turing walked over to the motionless angel, and cut off one of its long and slender tendrils.

"Xixi, what are you doing?" Merka came to Turing's side, asking with concern.

"I'll fight to the death..." Turing used magic to tie both ends of the tendril to the branches of the tree, creating a slingshot-like contraption. Facing the increasingly intense red light in the distance, Turing exerted all her strength to stretch the tendril, which had become the bowstring.

"I can stretch it a little more..."

Constantly using strengthening magic on herself while supplying magic to the tendril, Turing increased its length by five or six times.

"No... I need a support for the arrow body. Otherwise, it won't even be considered a bow and arrow, just a slingshot. I'll definitely miss my target... but Merka's body is too weak."

Turing looked at the angel radiating divine light in the distance, estimated where the arrow would land, turned her back, and stepped on the bowstring with one foot while using magic to anchor herself to the ground with the other foot.

Turing placed the arrow on her shoulder.

"I can use my shoulder to hold the arrow... but if I turn my back, the chances of hitting the target become even smaller."

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Turing's forehead.

A strangely shaped spiral javelin appeared on the empty tendril bowstring.

"I only have this one chance to kill it."

"Any bit of reserve magic could ruin the plan. This shot will undoubtedly hit its mark."

"I have to pour all my strength into this one shot, regardless of whether I can hit it or not..."

"Xixi... I'll help you aim," Merka walked over, holding Turing's waist, tilting slightly backwards, and slightly lowering the direction of the arrow."Give me your hand, Xixi," Merka's cheek pressed against Turing's ear, her faint warm breath brushing against Turing's side face, but Turing surprisingly did not feel embarrassed.

"I told you, didn't I? I won't leave."

Turing held onto Merka with one hand, standing even more balanced.

Turing's heart warmed, and their feet on the bowstring became even steadier.

[Archery again, Raphael.]

[Are you saying I'm not brave?]

[Now, it's about mom, and it's across the entire Red Port.]

[Let me show you my determination.]

"Grand Flame Spiral."

"This is the strongest magic you taught me. Now you can see the results for yourself."