It is difficult to describe what exactly happens when a disaster occurs.

Residents who escaped from houses that caught fire for some unknown reason and when they may not know what is happening.

They didn't run away because the situation was critical, they fled simply because they smelled some kind of unspeakable smell in the air.

It's like gas.

"What's going on?"

There was a serious shortage of manpower, and there was a fear that this was just a pretext borrowed from the riots in the city, so only a few angels flew out of the Tower of Babel to stop the chaos in the city.

Swooping down, grabbing the thinner one from the crowd that filled the streets, the angel in his helmet had a chilling voice.

"Big ...... Your Excellency...... fire...... fire!"

It is common sense to ask such a person who has become a rebel according to the beat of the crowd, it is always difficult to find a real answer, but the four-winged angel believed the rebel's words without even thinking about it.

There was a fire in the city, that's an obvious fact.

There were no less than a hundred places in this city of angels that were on fire, and it was almost not fifty steps before you could see a single point of fire.

This was definitely premeditated, planned arson.

"Do you see who did it?"

Before the inhabitant angel could speak, another heavily armed four-winged angel spoke.

He stared aggressively at the two-winged angel, who was obviously frightened by his current situation, and perhaps it was the effect of this gaze that the two-winged angel's face turned much whiter out of thin air.

"Fire ...... Fire...... It's burning......!"

Unconsciously repeating what he had just said, he seemed to lose the ability to organize speech for a moment, and his hands were gesturing for unknown reasons, shaking like chaff.

Not noticing that the joints of his hands were twitching abnormally, and to them it seemed to them that he was just a wretched creature frightened by the calamity and their superiors.

"Hey, what the hell!

The four-winged angel who had taken him up slapped the poor creature so hard that it had a nosebleed, but even then they could not get the answer they wanted to know.

This is just a poor creature on the way to escape, and if there is anything special about him, yes, he was caught, only because he was thin enough, and he was wounded in the leg, and he was not very sleazed.

Slow down......

...... wound on the leg?!

By the time a certain four-winged angel angel thought of this detail, it was too late.

He didn't have time to run away or throw the time bomb out.

He didn't even have time to figure out why he wanted to escape, to throw the winged angel out, as far away as possible.

This seems to be a warning from the depths of the soul, and it is like the will of the Heavenly Father who guards the entire heavenly realm in the underworld.

He felt a chill when he saw the wound on the winged angel's leg.

It was just an ordinary wound, it looked like it had been struck by a blunt object with sharp teeth, and the angel himself knew that there were no less than a dozen ways to create a similar wound.

It's just that this one is special.

Because......

"Boom. ”

At this moment, the angel's senses were sharper than ever, and his hearing seemed to stretch for a full number of blocks, just to catch the syllable of a man he had never met face to face.

His vision became so clear that in mid-air he could see the faces of every angel in the chaos below.

He suddenly noticed that the faces of these angels were faintly dark, as if they were terminally ill.

This is a group of dying people, and no matter how far they are prepared to flee or not, the fate that awaits them will not change in the slightest because of their efforts.

The fate of the "untouchables" is the same, and so is the fate of the "aristocracy".

The captured two-winged angel exploded in the eyes of the four-winged angels like a firework, and his flesh and bones splashed on the faces of everyone present.

"Phew!What the hell?!"

Closest to the center of the explosion, the guy who went down to arrest the man was the most embarrassed of the crowd, and he violently slammed the blood from his lips.

He's just 'embarrassed'.

The Two-Winged Angel, even if it is detonated as a bomb at its maximum utilization, will not be able to hurt the Four-Winged Angel.

However, for this 'self-destructed' two-winged angel, his mission has been successfully accomplished.

"Quick! Let's go back and report to your lordship, the situation here is beyond our knowledge! I'm afraid this city has fallen! We need to go back and hold on to the Tower of Babel!"

There is no shortage of smart people anywhere, especially those who think they are smart.

"That's right! I'm afraid this is a demon king-level guy sneaking in! Only that kind of being can defile the divine body belonging to an angel in such a disgusting way!"

The other angel chimed in, and as he spoke, he turned his face in the direction of the Tower of Babel.

This means to be ready to withdraw at any time.

"Let's go!"

Although he felt that something was wrong with this matter, the four-winged angel who led the team still gave the order to retreat.

Their stay here is no longer of any help to the chaos below, and by this time they have smelled the conspiracy from this matter.

Until you're sure what's going on in the city, retreating to Babel is undoubtedly the most conservative and least infallible option.

In such a period, he does not seek merit, but seeks no fault.

A group of twelve people returned seemingly intact.

It's just that the flesh and blood that splattered on them gave their return an extra ominous color.

This day is the second day that Lin Ming was abandoned in the realm of heaven.

This is the end of the second day.

It is also the beginning of the third day, which is the last day before the reset time specified in the 'Rules'.

In a way, these angels made the right choice - after all, even those who died within those three days would be automatically resurrected by the rules as long as they survived the third day.

Everything will be reset, and Lin Ming, a guy who doesn't belong here, will be harmonized by the big rules and become the dust of time that no one remembers.

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There are countless fluorescences, and it is almost impossible to distinguish the gap between the light spots.

It's just that even so, Uncle Ma didn't give up finding the way.

"I can't die here...... I must not die here!"

The 'hitchhiking' he was riding had long since "broken down", and even that 'Big Mac' would never be able to cross the sea of ghosts on his own.

However, for Uncle Ma, its mission has been completed.

Because it had brought Uncle Ma close enough to the center of the Sea of Ghosts.

In this position, Uncle Ma felt that if he was still a human body at this time, he would probably only need to take a few steps to touch the young man's body.

It's just that the usual few steps away from it are placed here, and it is close to the end of the world.

The light condensed by Uncle Ma's soul is floating in the sea of ghosts, like a rootless Ping, at this moment he has mobilized all his brain power to calculate, if he hadn't calculated accurately, I'm afraid he would have collided with other soul bodies.

The 'hitchhiker' gave him a ride, didn't this push him the road of no return?

"Forget it! It is estimated that the 'Soul Fixing Candle' outside has been extinguished at this time, if I don't let go and still consume it here, then what's the difference between waiting for death?"

Uncle Ma was ruthless, and he urged his soul to rush forward regardless of it.

In front of him is the obstacle of death that living beings cannot touch at all.