"What do you mean by giving everything to you?!"

"You are the one who messed everything up!"

"Elizabeth was about to get married as soon as the New Year's bell rang! I had even made plans to be her bridesmaid...and she died like this!"

"And you want to kill Merka too!"

"Why, why..."

"What qualifications do you have to treat the lives of the people as tools?"

"I will defeat you! Defeat you!!"

Flames covered Turing's entire body as a massive flame erupted from behind him like a huge hammer of fire.

Solid rocks and mud seeped through Turing's skin and were instantly burned by the flames into a refined rock and mud armor.

"Furnace of the Heart."

"Roar!!!" The orange angel drooped half of its torn body, using the other half that could still move to fiercely confront Turing.

A fist as large as a 50-square-meter dormitory heavily struck Turing, creating a deafening sound that reverberated throughout the monastery like a collision of asteroids.

Many awakened nuns and monks looked in astonishment at the towering flames emanating from the center of the monastery.

However, Turing was not sent flying.

Turing used the excess rock and mud to infiltrate the orange angel's fingertips and connected himself to the angel during the angel's punch.

Crackling sounds, like sizzling meat, came from the skin contact between the black-armored Turing and the orange angel.

"Do you think I'm afraid of this temperature?"

"I was born in the fiery purgatory!"

Fine magical patterns emanated from Turing's armor, rippling like ripples caused by a pebble hitting water.

A unique, noble and domineering golden pattern belonging to the Altria family spread to every corner of Turing's body.

Luminous and fluctuating magic arrays engraved on Turing's black armor shone brightly in the dark night like badges.

"Volcano Mode..."

Boom!

Turing didn't finish his sentence when the orange angel suddenly slammed its fists together, creating a sound even more terrifying than the previous fluctuations, accompanied by violent shaking of the ground.

Surprisingly, in just a short time, the angel had already partially healed its body.

Meanwhile, Turing only used his arms to block the orange angel's attack.

"I don't want to destroy the monastery...let it end now." Turing concealed deep within the armor, opened her eyes, and divine light radiated through the mask.

"Apocalypse," Turing rarely chanted such a long spell, even the wrinkles on her armor seemed to tremble in admiration for the power of this move.

"Grand Flame Hell."

Surging flames surged through the gaps in Turing's armor, gently entwining the orange angel like water.

As soon as a single stream of flame touched the angel, the latter immediately clutched the incoming flame rope in pain, attempting to break free from the restraints.

However, the angel's hand was instantly severed into two halves, and the burning, tragic wound burned at the severed edge.

The angel howled in pain and tried to retreat, but was tripped up by the firm water-like flames, even splitting its soles into two.

This is the first time the angel had the inclination to retreat.

But before the Orange Angel could take action, hundreds, or even thousands, of fiery flames sprouted behind Turing.

Turing, at the center of the flames, looked like a red sun from afar

- or perhaps a new star.

A burst of wind-like exploding star wrapped around the Orange Angel, instantly turning the angel into a giant sun.

The flames tightened slowly, and flesh rained down like a shower, as if it was blood from the sky. The angel was crushed in the furnace-like flames.

Under this epic ending, Turing slowly descended to the ground.

[Even so, I haven't completely depleted my magic power... How much magic power does this ring have?]

The flames melted away in Turing's palm, similar to a setting sun. Turing clenched his fist and still felt that he had almost half of his magic power remaining.

"Turing, you have solved a great matter... I thank you on behalf of the monastery," Maria, covered in the black blood that had been spilled just now, looked exhausted from her recent battle.

"If it weren't for you... I reckon many of these children wouldn't see the sun tomorrow." Maria's gaze shifted towards the many children who were shyly observing on the side.

"Truly, I sincerely thank you." Maria, wearing tattered bishop's attire, made a clumsy noble gesture.

"... Where is Merka?" Turing frowned and looked around, finding no intention of reciprocity.

"Merka was also injured... I asked him to go back and rest."

"And also, there are some matters that should not be heard by others. I want to talk to you about it." Maria awkwardly smiled and walked towards Turing, intending to touch his shoulder.

Just like how one would treat a child.

"But you see... the two of us are not looking presentable at all. It would be better to freshen up and rest at my humble abode. We can slowly discuss some things..."

"Don't try to get close to me! As a bishop, speaking to me with such familiarity is making me sick!" Turing forcefully pushed away Maria's hand, showing no gratitude.

"Just say whatever you have to say now. I won't be able to stay here for much longer anyway." Turing looked at Maria's pale complexion and dismissively waved his hand.

At this moment, Turing seemed to have forgotten all the etiquette he had learned throughout his life, appearing as a plain and flawless jade, monotonous.

"..." Maria was rendered speechless in an instant.

"It was you who replaced Merka's memories, right? No need to guess."

"What's the deal with this angel?" Turing asked.

"This angel is probably a manifestation of Oedipus," Maria replied. "The angel is actually a collective consciousness."

"An angel can remove a part of itself. Under the original angel's command, this part can become a new angel weaker than the original."

"Although the new angel can retain the memories of the original, the smaller the angel, the lower its intelligence."

"If you have seen my memories, you should know that Oedipus' true identity is actually an an..."

"I don't believe you." Turing interrupted Maria's words.

"Do you think I will join you just because Merka is there? Don't be so naive. I will witness the facts myself before deciding which side to choose."

"Don't try to manipulate me with words." Turing glanced at Maria, neither intense nor indifferent.

So suspicious and domineering... If I want to change her mindset, it seems I have to persuade her with facts.

Maria was amazed secretly.

"So, if this angel dies, does it mean that Mom will lose part of her body?"

"No." Maria answered, "After an angel dies, it will return to its guardian within seven days, just like the doppelgänger created by Oedipus."

"After a few days, Oedipus' body will recover, right?"

"Will Mom know that I beat it up?" Turing asked with a complicated expression.

"She probably won't. The memories of the deceased angel will be refreshed." Maria said with certainty, "Otherwise, we wouldn't dare to act against it."

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"Hmm~ Did Turing finally take action?" Oedipus sat comfortably in the rocking chair by the window, leisurely smoking a hookah.

"The outcome surprised me. I thought I had educated her well."

"I know Maria and her gang of cronies. There's no way they can defeat my doppelgänger."

"The undercover kids have investigated for me, they don't have any special tricks."

"The only one in Maria's camp who has the power to defeat my doppelgänger is Turing."

"It seems that when Turing returns, I'll have to do some deeper education." Oedipus looked out the window, watching Theresa, who was reprimanding the maid, and smiled knowingly.