"Thanks to you, Lucifer."

"The universe and starry sky in the eyes of the cursed children are forever shattered."

"The countless noble subjects of the Altria family are celebrating their liberation from torment."

"They all died for you. Yet, you are completely oblivious to it."

"Even if it's a sense of duty, a sense of destiny, or detachment, you have none."

"How pitiful... You long to become human so much. Yet, you don't possess even a shred of the heart that humans have."

"Even someone as strong as you is still a slave to fate."

"You actually want to escape, don't you?"

"But how can you?"

"In this sorrowful Acadia..."

"You don't rule over anything."

"Even joy requires the consent of the gods."

Joan raised one hand, swept her silky hair behind her, and neatly arranged it.

"Kill her, Angel of Power."

The white flames on Joan suddenly disappeared, and instead, a person about the same height as her appeared beside her. This person looked like a pure white wax figure with a halo above their head, and quickly swung their other hand to strike the orange angel in the face.

The clear flames exploded the moment they hit the orange angel known as the Angel of Power. The dense flames engulfed a large area of land behind the orange angel, like a raging dragon unleashed upon the sea.

However, the scene under the direct punch from the Angel of Power was the slowly recovering face of the orange angel.

Without saying a word, the orange angel took a step back and fiercely kicked the Angel of Power's chin with her left leg, creating a thunderous sonic boom due to the terrifying speed.

The horrifying kick was blocked by the suddenly unfurled wings of the Angel of Power. The sound of a mighty hammer pounding an anvil reverberated in Joan's ears.

Each punch would bring forth flames that could destroy the world, and each kick would stir up a violent hurricane. The seemingly evenly matched and bloody fight continued to be deadlocked between the orange angel and the Angel of Power.

"It's strange, why aren't you speaking?"

"Isn't Lucifer supposed to be the best at stirring people's hearts?"

"Even in such intense fighting, she won't stop her petty theft... That's just who she is."

"She is..."

Joan hurriedly recalled all her memories of Oedipus, finding them to be complete and without missing pieces, which eased her mind.

However, in the brief moment Joan lost focus, the Angel of Power had already been sliced in half by a swift and sharp hand chop.

The orange angel abandoned her previous graceful style and became rough and furious. It, who had stopped speaking, truly seemed like a wild beast.

"Roar!!!" The orange angel let out a loud roar.

A cylindrical, glowing spear interrupted the orange angel's roar, landing directly on its body, although it was quickly deflected by its solid physique.

The angels, whose necks were twisted by the orange angel, transformed into white wax figures with wings and halos, standing in unison above the enormous pit. They held spears burning with white flames and kept a close eye on the orange angel.

Then, a shower of light filled the sky, and white columns of light pierced the ground where the orange angel stood, firmly imprisoning it in place, forming a massive containment.

The orange angel angrily pounded the columns of light, even causing the earth to shake violently.

"Like a wild beast, not like you."

"What exactly are you planning, Lucifer?"

On the other side, the red angel played a game with the two. As Michael and Pandora's injuries became more and more severe, the red angel seemed unharmed.

But as soon as the orange angel shouted, the red angel's mood changed and it stopped playing around. It bypassed the two and quickly rushed towards the orange angel.

"Do you think I'll let you go?" Pandora's hand had a serious whirlwind, or energy, that rose along with her momentum, transforming into a fiery red spear.

"Grand Flame Spiral!" As if a deadly weapon, the spear shot out with the speed of a hurricane, aiming directly at the red angel's vital point.

Another huge mountain was cut off, but the wide-range attack, like an aurora cannon, didn't hit the red angel.

To be precise, it seemed like it hit, but the result was that the red angel had dodged it.

"How is this possible?" Just as Pandora was stunned in shock, Michael had already sacrificially climbed onto the back of the red angel.

"Third movement, Lonely Harmonic Masochistic Symphony..."

"I won't let you pass... hss..." Having climbed the giant body of the red angel that was hundreds of meters tall, even with magical protection, Michael's skin instantly fused with the angel's skin like armor.

At the same time, water from the trees, thickets, and flowers exploded and was drawn out, turning into mist in the air.

The mist, lost and desolate, entangled between each tree, becoming a dense dark cloud. Centered around the red angel, the dark cloud spread like ink dropped into water.

Terrifying amounts of mobile electrons were extracted by Michael from various substances and merged into the dark cloud. The thunderous roar echoed within this dark cloud.

"I won't... cough..." Michael's left arm, just healed, suddenly shattered once again. A bloodline splattered through the air and was instantly evaporated by a streak of lightning.

"I won't... " Along the way, the red angel turned corners, scraped the ground, crashed into trees, did everything possible to shake off Michael. But Michael still firmly held onto the red angel.

A thunderous lightning finally exploded in the forest. The thunder, like a merciless cavalry, indiscriminately enveloped the entire forest and trampled everything to death!

Michael was like a torn rag hanging on the red angel. Even with burnt folds on her arm and twisted fingers from the electricity, she still clung to the red angel, whether with her teeth or with her broken nails, she had to stop the red angel from moving forward.

The damage caused by the blade-like lightning on the red angel was gradually surpassing its recovery rate.

"I won't..." Finally, while moving at high speed, a pebble the size of a finger, carried by the high-speed wind caused by the red angel, sliced open Michael's neck and throat, preventing her from finishing the incantation.

Carried away by inertia, Michael crashed into the decaying ground, unconscious.

"The Sea-divider..."

Finally, the red angel arrived. It fiercely grabbed onto the person who was chanting the incantation and emitting endless radiance.

Just as the red angel was about to crush the person in its hand with a slap, it suddenly realized that the hood was removed, revealing the face of Maria!

"Why are you in such a hurry? Is it because you sense that your master is going to die?" Maria couldn't help but give a bright smile.

"You're using the volcano mode, so it's natural that you can't use your magic vision. You won't be able to see through my appearance directly."

"This means that as long as Warlord uses the same magic on me, you'll mistake me for Warlord." Maria's gaze drifted towards the red angel behind her.

The red angel seemed to humanely look in the direction of Maria's gaze.

There stood a figure wearing a bow tie and dressed in an extremely plain attire.

But just standing there, she exuded an air of a world-shattering presence.

"Warlord, kill..." Maria shouted.

Wait a minute?

Isn't everything going too smoothly?

I'm not talking about the kind of smoothness where we're actually winning after a hard struggle.

But the crucial point is that no one is dying.

Several times she could have killed one or two of us... why didn't Oedipus do that?

Including now, when I'm clearly using myself as bait, can't she at least kill me?

Want to use me as a hostage? No, no, no, she knows that we're all here with the determination to die, she wouldn't give up the plan because of a comrade's death.

Warlord heard Maria's words and lost focus for a moment. The orange angel beside her was already about to break free from captivity.

Every duel I've had with Oedipus so far has resulted in heavy losses. How could I possibly win without paying any price?

But what's wrong? Where's the mistake?

Could it be that I've been wrong from the beginning?

Angels can change their forms at will, so starting from a certain point in time, did the orange and red angels swap?

But, how is that possible? The orange and red angels were separated from the beginning, there was only one chance to swap.

But the orange angel spoke provokingly to me before, how could she not be Oedipus? Ordinary angels don't have intelligence, even if it's Bessie.

But what if she had already anticipated my reaction? She could have set up a series of dialogues with the orange angel to deceive me...

And maybe... maybe she had already developed magic that can be used in volcano mode?

Perhaps, this battle was all just a fiction created by Oedipus using aside in my memory?

Maria couldn't help but tremble in fear.

Calm down, Maria. Oedipus isn't a god, she's not that powerful at all. I'm just scaring myself.

Dropback can only be used on oneself, it takes time and direct contact to use it on others.

So her angel... Bessie wouldn't be able to inexplicably dodge the magic.

So did the orange angel just now manage to avoid some certain-hit magic?

"What are you trying to say!? Ten seconds have already passed!" Warlord roared at Maria in annoyance and anger.

Damn it... the time is too short, I can't afford to indulge in more memories.

In any case, I must determine which one is the real Oedipus now, otherwise even if it's Warlord, she definitely won't be able to unleash the same level of attack for the third time.

Maria looked at the red angel tightly clutched by her side, her expression filled with indescribable complexity. She completely ignored her own scorched skin.

"If I were Oedipus, I would probably reverse it," she thought. But what if Oedipus relies on this kind of mentality and doesn't reverse it? What if... what if...

What would Oedipus actually do?

Time passed slowly, like a torturous knife, stabbing into Maria's heart again and again, causing her to bleed incessantly.

In her mind, she saw the orange and red coffins from the cold laboratory, playing like a movie.

Indeed... isn't this just like destiny?

It's perfect, one orange and one red, isn't this the clear message from God?

The box that once imprisoned Lucifer was orange, and the box that imprisoned Beelzebub was red.

It matches perfectly.

God has given me a clear sign.

God is on our side, on the side of the Acadian people!

"Kill her! Kill Oedipus!" Maria shouted.

"Open the sea... staff!" Without hesitation, the warlord swung his sword upon hearing Maria's command.

In an instant, under the sharp blade, the struggling orange angel, the pillar of white light, and even the scorching land, all disappeared.

It was then that people realized the true nature of war.

War is the art of reducing everything to dust.

The entire mountain range seemed to sink more than ten meters due to this strike.

But what happens next?

Although the warlord had originally planned to immediately start the second round of attacks, he found that the orange angel in front of him had already been split in half.

"What...?" The warlord looked down at his sword.

He realized that the divine weapon had melted and disappeared.

The true apocalyptic flood surged out from the bisected orange angel, but it was red in color.

At this moment, Mount Ashen seemed to transform into an active volcano, destruction and death pouring out from the broken body of the orange angel.

A complete catastrophe finally arrived, and everyone, including the once proud daughter of the family, the conquering general who had fought in all directions, and the renowned magic researcher, all perished in this ultimate destruction.

Towerous waves, accompanied by dark clouds and black soil, descended upon the sorrowful Mount Ashen, bringing countless natural phenomena.

Heat created convection, convection created storms. Dragon-like storms gathered on the towering mountains and howled.

Death has returned! Destruction has returned!

Negativity, primitive annihilation once again dominated humanity!

The mythic portrayal of world annihilation showered its audience with dark ink.

Rolling, folding, collapsing, crumbling.

More terrifying than war, hatred, mediocrity, and endless trivialities, and the prejudice between people, was this kind of destruction!

The ocean-like red flow, like demons pouring out from hell, under the calm control of Oedipus in the sky, cheered and ravaged gleefully.

The heavy crimson gradually spread across the entire mountain range. Countless beasts, birds, fish, and insects, countless people and their local customs, culture, countless newborn children, and newlywed couples, all turned to dust in this inhuman disaster.

Destruction is when no one escapes unscathed!

Only when tens of thousands of lives are lost in an instant can it be called destruction!

Destruction is when no one profits, nothing grows, and there is no resting place that death has not yet filled!

Destruction is a wordless poem, a sun without light!

Destruction is an ignorant deity, the most respected kin of all things!

Maria looked at this nightmare that humanity could hardly bear, and finally closed her eyes in unwillingness.

"Who said you could die?" As if hearing a demon from hell, Maria opened her eyes in alarm.

Oedipus roughly pulled Maria's hair, standing in an empty space, with the surrounding magma flowing around him as if in fear.

Oedipus had turned back into human form.

"You are too easy to understand. When faced with unsolvable problems, you have no choice but to turn to the gods."

"You think God is on your side. But in fact, it's me who stands with you."

"Pain will never leave you and will always treat you as before."

"I am your pain."