"That's ......!"

The scattered fragments of the robe resembled butterflies with black wings, and surrounded by the black butterflies were two pairs of white wings.

Four Wings!

Showing his back, the winglets that had not been fully developed before were now comparable to the original wings.

The 'Law of Heaven' gave Lin Ming convenience to a large extent, which made it easier for him to transform this body, and under such rules, his spiritual power had a great plasticity.

So, this time he carefully sketched the two pairs of wings behind him—of course, he could have made a few more pairs of wings if he wanted to, as long as he was willing to sacrifice his ribs.

That's right, the prototype of the extra wings behind him was actually the ribs, which broke through the ribs of the skin under the urging of spiritual power, and the flesh and feathers that covered it later were all transformed by spiritual power.

Materializing spiritual power is only the tip of the iceberg of the 'Law of Heaven', and after successfully escaping death and coming into contact with so many angels, he has a deeper understanding of the 'Law of Heaven'.

"Sa~!"

The four pairs of wings were fully spread out, and they floated up with the wind that was generated when the wings were extended.

"Yes, I broke the shackles, but that wasn't any ordinary pain......"

The corners of the mouth are cold curved, and the white wings on the back reflect the light around them, as if with a circle of soft white strokes.

Holy, holy as an inviolable messenger of the Father.

What a picture of an angel descending, just like the one depicted in the frescoes in mortal churches.

In fact, Lin Ming was indeed imitating that kind of board.

"How's that, my fellow citizens!, are you brave enough to drink the pain of deformation?!"

Volley, as if stepping on the heads of the angels under the stone steps, Lin Ming's voice carried a kind of arrogance.

Lin Ming's body was filled with an indescribable momentum at this time, forcing the angels in the field to say a word.

"Tell us what kind of pain it is, Precursor!"

Hank spoke at the right time, and he asked loudly, unknowingly replacing Jace with 'Precursor'.

What a top hat!

Their 'talk' was rehearsed in advance, and it lasted for an afternoon.

The styling, the way of debut, and even the lighting, everything is arranged, so Lin Ming can 'reveal' such a powerful aura at this moment.

"It's enough to make you madly miserable! Even though I took the analgesic medicine, I almost passed out in pain!" Lin Min still floated in the air, and he said in a solemn, priestly voice.

His voice was so thick that it could be heard clearly in even the most marginal areas of the room.

"What's the way to break the shackles?"

Hearing that it was only this level of pain, and that it was able to take analgesics, there was more than one response in the venue.

"No! It's not 'broken'! It's 'broken'!

Lin Ming shouted, as if his brain was flooded with fanaticism.

"We're going to break it! If you don't prepare to break it with the shackles in advance, you'd better be a two-winged angel for the rest of your life!"

He taunted the word 'break' loudly, and did not stop until the angel who said it lowered his head.

"What exactly is the way to 'break' the shackles?"

Accentuated the word 'broken', another angel asked.

"Lift it up!"

Lin Ming didn't answer the question directly, he waved his hand at Hank, who understood.

A pot that had already been prepared was served.

The pot is so big that it looks like it's big enough to hold a person.

Folded his wings and floated to the ground, Lin Ming stood in front of the cauldron.

"Listen! everyone who is not afraid of pain, everyone who does not want to continue to be a low-level coolie, every one who does not want to continue to be trampled on the head by those 'birdmen'!" he called out as he took a bright knife from Hank, who was already in his place.

"Whew!"

The sharp blade slashed through the flesh and easily severed the blood vessels, and a large amount of blood poured out of Lin Ming's knifed left wrist.

They flow into the cauldron.

"Drink them!It's time for the birds to know who is the owner of the City of Angels!!"

Shouting out loud this sentence no longer requires a superfluous explanation at this moment.

There was silence, obviously the answer was in front of him, and the unlocked key was within reach, but no one stepped forward to drink Linming's blood.

Drinking blood is something that only people who are called 'demons' do.

For an angel, they reject such behavior in their bones, and even in their eyes, the blood itself is cursed.

"What are you doing in a daze?!This is holy blood!" There was a hint of hesitation on Hank's face, even if he knew the answer beforehand.

It's just that he can't back down, and he has to be the first to set an example when no one wants to come up and be the first to eat crabs.

So he went up and scooped a small cup of blood from the cauldron with a small cup that had been prepared beside him.

The blood of the angels was also red, but with a soft white sheen, like the blessings of the stars and white clouds, and they swirled in the cups, like naughty spirits.

"If that's the way to 'advance,' then it should be holy!"

Convincing himself in this way, Hank drank the cup of blood with his eyes closed.

At this moment, he really looked like some kind of creature that also had wings and fed on blood.

But he would never like the taste of the liquid.

"Smack!"

Slamming the cup in his hand to the ground, trembling and walking behind Lin Ming, in the position that belonged to him, Hank only felt that his stomach was tumbling for a while.

"Eating this will help you get through the pain caused by breaking the shackles after you break it. ”

An elderly angel hands a pill to Hank, who swallows it without even thinking about it.

"Who's next?!It's better to move quickly!If this blood is not fresh, maybe the effect will be worse!!"

Mending the wound that had begun to slow down due to the healing power of the Angel Body, Lin Ming yelled at all the angels in the field.

The blood in the cauldron has accumulated a bottom.

"Me!"

The power of example is limitless, and when it comes to seeing that Hank doesn't 'explode to death' after drinking blood, or rolling on the ground with his stomach covered because he drank an unclean liquid, the followers lose most of their scruples.

So the angels who stood at the front of the circle began to come forward, then the second row, then the third row.

The angels began to scramble, and even began to cut in line with the convenience of their wings.

All that was left of their eyes was the cauldron, and the blood in the pot.

Is it just that what's in the pot is really just blood?

Lin Ming looked at the cups that were stretched out to the cauldron, and even some angels didn't take the cups at all and scooped them directly with their hands, he smiled.

What an indescribable pleasure......