White can be said to be the most complex color in the world, just like all the colorful light comes from white light, to a large extent, coloring a piece of white paper is actually just emphasizing one or several of the colors that already exist on this white paper.

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The light that sprinkled from the heavens higher in the sky was soft white, occasionally with a little gold, and they condensed golden points of light in mid-air, like golden flowers scattered by the Heavenly Maiden.

Lin Ming knows that the angels who live here rely on these inconspicuous golden points of light to judge time.

The current time of the Heavenly Realm should be dusk on Earth.

There is no sunset at dusk, and there is always a lot less flavor, especially for Lin Ming at this time.

Heaven owes him, an outsider, a formal welcome ceremony, a red carpet that stretches from under the tallest tower in the main city.

Therefore, he had to lay it all out himself, and it had to be laid even more gorgeously, so gorgeous that the Lord of Creation would look at it.

Just as a 'guest', there is no way to set the starting point of the red carpet at the center of power in the city - under the Tower of Babel.

But it doesn't matter, Lin Ming has his own choice, and he is sure that it is the best and optimal decision.

"Bang ......!"

The stone door should have a metal base embedded underneath, so there will always be a noise whenever it is opened or closed.

If you listen closely, it is a tooth-wrenching sound, and there seems to be some kind of indescribable ominousness in it.

"Smack. ”

Like the sound of a pigeon that has lost its power fluttering its wings to the ground, an object is thrown out of the stone door, and it rolls on the ground a few times before making any more movements.

The crimson liquid spilled along the path of the object's tumbling course.

It was a wing, and from the severed wound it should have been torn off violently.

The feathers and muscles of the wings were still shaking from the spasms of the nerves that had not yet died, so the wings were opening and closing slightly, just as they were still attached to the body of the original owner.

The wings are the proof of the angels, and the dignity of the angels, the last dignity. Even the angels, locked in the darkest cells and wearing the heaviest shackles, were able to retain their wings.

This is the default rule for all higher-level executives.

You can whip an angel, even if you want to take away his hands and feet, or even destroy him completely, but you must not take the wings from his back.

This is a rule that has been passed down from time immemorial.

People are on the wings, and people are lost in the wings.

And the murderer who inflicted such cruel means on an angel will live under the curse of the laws of heaven for the rest of his life.

That would be a more painful situation than going to hell.

"Why...... Hemis ...... Ahem......"

With the sound of breaking, a hand stretched out from the darkness behind the stone door against the ground, and the five fingers were stretched out in unison, as if he had done his best to touch the cold ground outside as much as possible, and the blood on the ground that was still warm from the broken wings.

It's just that the hand can only end there, and it can't give its owner more help.

Because a foot was on this arm.

"There's nothing to say, if anything, it's just an experiment. ”

The murderer's face was calm, and the tone in his mouth seemed to be saying something insignificant.

"If you lie here quietly, you might have a chance to see a rare scene. ”

Stepping on the hand on the ground, the murderer walked where the light could shine, and his eyes were completely blackened.

This is not Lin Ming, but who is it?

"Come out, ready to open the way. ”

Waving his hand at the lurkers lurking in the darkness behind him, Lin Ming didn't pay any attention to Dennis who was already lying on his stomach like a dead dog at this time, for him, it was meaningless to take Jennis's life.

At least for this time.

Because his soul is not tasteful enough.

"Pain, hatred, and some curses, or even high-quality souls will be tasteless due to lack of spices. ”

Leaving behind the last unexplained words, Lin Ming stepped onto the streets of the City of Angels.

"Bang! bang!"

At the end of this street, it seems to be a sound similar to a salute to welcome the arrival of Linming, but this sound seems to be a little softer, if it is really a salute, it must also be an 'environmentally friendly' subwoofer.

Three muffled sounds brought the city full of wind and rain, and in an instant, a series of cannons sounded in the city.

The atmosphere began to be noisy, and even the light that fell from the heavens above seemed to take on a festive red.

No, it should be ominous red.

"Whoa, oh, ......!"

The sound of the cannon is just a ceremony to open the door, and what comes out after the door is opened is the main play.

With a low roar, a group of unrecognizable monsters burst out of the stone gate behind Lin Ming, running along the walls on both sides of the street in defiance of gravity.

They were so fast that they could only make out dark shadows that blurred their appearances.

This is Lin Ming's masterpiece, the heavenly version of the 'Creeper', the most powerful and advanced minions he can drive at this moment.

The mutations that had not occurred since Lin Ming's blood had been drunk by the first infected had finally taken place in this prison, just as Lin Ming had speculated.

The series of things he had done before were nothing more than recreating the original process of the creeper's appearance in Resident Evil.

Now he has succeeded.

"Ahh

Almost half dead, Janis let out a heart-rending roar, but he wasn't angry at the precarious prospect of the Heavenly Realm, he only yelled because a creeper lagging behind the army had bitten one of his legs.

The pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow caused him to let out this roar, only soon, his roar was lowered.

The creeper dragged him into prison, where he could no longer see the white world outside.

"No!"

Desperately shouting, he tried to stretch out his hand towards the stone gate, but unfortunately, he didn't grasp any of the life-saving straws.

He will fall in the darkness he is familiar with, and before he falls, he will taste all that the 'sinners' who have been trapped here have experienced.

The despair that has been forgotten for a long time will be drunk today by Dennis and by the City of Angels.

"I actually prefer red to white. However, if you want to make the 'craftsmen' more efficient, I'll have to add to the fire. ”

Waving the two pairs of wings behind him, Lin Ming's height continued to rise.

He opened his hands, as if hugging the city.

"Secret arts, magic circles!"