【Only my happiness...】

After leaving the alley, Turing sweetly linked arms with Merka and drifted through the vast sea of people.

At the end of the street, it seemed like there was a sea of flowers that couldn't be clearly seen, like a sea of light.

Like newlyweds at a wedding, Merka and Turing gradually walked towards the vast sea of flowers.

【Only my bliss...】

Turing secretly glanced at Merka's face and found that, somehow, their eyes seemed to have a problem, unable to clearly see Merka's expression.

But an inexplicable sense of peace made Turing certain that it was Merka, definitely Merka.

However, Merka gradually, not only their face became unclear, their whole body also gradually turned into blurry specks of light, the flickering light stinging Turing's retina.

【I won't let go... I will never let you go...】

Turing stubbornly held Merka's arm and pulled them towards the sea of light ahead.

One step at a time, one step at a time. Turing felt increasing pressure and resistance, trying to prevent them from moving forward.

The ground changed from a wide stone road to a muddy and sticky swamp, and the gentle warm breeze turned into a biting and fierce wind. But none of this could stop Turing from moving forward.

【Just a little more... just a little more...】

As they got closer to the end of the street, Turing exerted all their strength to hold onto Merka's arm, ignoring the cuts caused by the cold wind, determined to keep moving forward.

Suddenly, the pulling force became lighter, and Turing rushed into the brightly lit street. The relief of surviving a disaster made Turing kneel down and gasp for breath.

【I finally... have the right to enjoy happiness...】

【Huh...?】

Turing looked back and realized that they were holding nothing but a mangled arm.

"I... I'm not..." Turing exclaimed in astonishment.

"You didn't do it on purpose, did you?" A graceful woman suddenly appeared behind Turing, and everything around her seemed to have a tangible presence. The sea of flowers, the light, and all the sacred and romantic elements seemed to cower in fear of her, fleeing away.

"You're always so naive, so childish, so ignorant."

"You're already grown up, and yet you still seem so childish to me. I can't find a hint of cuteness in you."

The woman gently touched Turing's shoulder and walked a circle around them, leaning down to talk with Turing.

"I mean, why go through so much trouble?"

"You've suffered so much hardship, so much sorrow, so many heart-wrenching goodbyes."

The woman casually glanced at the severed hand Turing was holding.

"And in the end, you messed everything up."

"Do you remember what I said? Those in power have their own fate."

"A commoner has their own fate."

"As for a little fool like you..."

"If you had trusted me with everything from the beginning, none of this would have happened. Do you understand?" The woman leaned in close to Turing's ear and whispered, a tingling sensation in the air swirling around Turing's ear.

"I think you're just jealous of me. Mom."

Oedipus finally froze for a second.

Then a subtle and ambiguous smile carved its way onto Oedipus' face.

This was the first time Turing had seen Oedipus show such a stiff expression.

Oedipus appeared calm and asked.

"Oh, really?"

"Why do you think that?"

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"Roar!!!" Provence violently threw off Provence, as if not afraid of death itself. The orange demon gathered its strength and landed a solid punch on the celestial angel, directly sending the small-bodied celestial angel into the ground's unknown depths.

Intense steam, demonic in nature, billowed from the orange angel's body, causing severe burns to anyone within a hundred meters without protective measures.

The floor under the orange angel's feet transformed into molten lava.

Now, with each step, the orange angel stirred an uncountable amount of magma, walking as if treading in puddles, making it impossible for anyone other than angels of the same status to approach.

Despite this, the angel's speed remained undiminished, each charge accompanied by orange clouds and terrifying sonic booms, forcing Merka to repeatedly escape and retreat under the protection of numerous angels.

Fortunately, the orange angel had a clear objective and a simple mind, only attacking Merka. Prepared evasions allowed Merka to hold on for a while.

Also, thanks to Merka's guidance, the monastery had yet to suffer any casualties.

Except for a man and a woman.

"Bishop Maria! Why did you only invite me!" Provence fell to the ground, covered in injuries, looking as if she had lost her fighting ability, but she still energetically complained to Maria.

"It would be the same no matter how many people we invited! And inviting more people might result in even more deaths! We shouldn't have directly confronted Oedipus this time!" Maria shouted loudly to overcome the sound of the collapsing buildings.

Finally, fatigue and the depletion of a large amount of magic power exposed Merka's vulnerability. The orange angel shot out tentacles and grabbed Merka's arm in one swift motion.

Furthermore, it seemed the angel understood that exerting too much force would cause Merka to escape by severing the arm, so it restrained its heat and used only a relatively small force to entangle Merka.

While entangling Merka, the angel flew swiftly closer.

"Tsk... You really underestimated me..." Merka's hand contorted and deformed, with deep grooves forming on the entire arm.

Pale flames, as white as Merka's fair face, mercilessly climbed up Merka's other hand. Merka decisively severed the other arm, which was nearly crushed into pieces, and retreated over ten meters behind.

"Ugh... Ooh!!!" The towering figure of the skyscraper-like entity descended upon Merka like a collapsing mountain, the horrifying air pressure shattering all the windows of the surrounding buildings, and the multiple explosive sounds briefly deafening Merka.

Just as the mountain was about to collapse, the power angel arrived.

His pure white body, without a single speck, appeared before Merka like a true god. He directly withstood the impact of the orange angel, preventing Merka from turning into dust as it should have, and holding up a piece of the world for him.

Several other angels who had arrived opened a protective shield for Merka, shielding him from the scorching steam.

Although this shield was also on the verge of collapse.

"Turing! Aren't you going to do something?!" Maria shouted at Turing, who was still standing there in a daze.

"Seeing this, you should understand, right?"

"You think that everything you've done is of your own will..."

"But in fact, you have always..." Maria's words were diluted by the deafening explosions that filled the air, reaching Turing's ears intermittently.

Boom!!!

A horrifying explosion came from above the large orange angel's head. The power angel felt that the orange angel had ceased its attack, so he immediately took Merka and fled.

"So noisy... I was just thinking about how to kill this angel," Turing said nonchalantly, holding a dazzling and eye-catching spiral-shaped flaming lance as he stood on top of the orange angel's head.

"So fragile, so soft... Your power is far more than this, isn't it, Mother?"

Dazzling magic poured out from behind Turing, bursting like fireworks in the abbey.

"My mother has never truly smiled... I used to think it was because I couldn't achieve results that would make her satisfied."

"Now, it seems that you simply can't smile, can you?"

"Because you don't understand! You can't understand the hardships that lovers go through before they can finally be together."

Turing thrust one spear in his left hand and another spear in his right hand into the orange angel's body, producing sharp, grating, ear-piercing friction sounds.

"You can't understand the feeling of redemption when a child who has accomplished nothing finally receives salvation!"

Gritting his teeth, Turing forcefully drilled one spiral spear after another into the orange angel's body, tears streaming down his face from the excitement.

The orange angel finally let out a miserable howl.

"You can't understand the joy of a cursed child who has endured countless torment, finally breaking free from a tragic fate!"

Countless phoenixes, tigers, dragons, and sea creatures in the shape of red-hot flames like the morning sun pounced on the orange angel. The pressure that the orange angel had exerted on others was now returned to it a hundredfold by Turing.

"You're just jealous of me... Jealous of me!"

"Jealous that I can live so happily, so blissfully!"

"My father must have been... disappeared because of you, because of someone like you!"