In this era of banners that say 'Orcs will never be slaves', the word 'slave' is engraved on the chest of the angel who stands tall.

It looks like the poles of this world have been turned upside down.

Heaven is far from being as beautiful as the world thinks, and even a corner of heaven has long since lost its whiteness.

The jet-black ink, like a sin from hell, seemed to be being dragged from the other end of the cloud to the white depths.

The black gas that blackened the clouds was in the shape of an arrow, and the tip of the arrow was a black spot.

It was the shadow of a flying object cast on the clouds.

All the black gas is chasing this shadow.

It's like a demon minions.

"Tsk. ”

The owner of the shadow is an angel, but he has lost three of his limbs, but as if to compensate for his 'incomplete angel', he has two pairs of wings on his back.

Oh, to be more accurate: a pair of feathered wings and another pair of wings that look like they have hair loss, and the sparse feathers look like chicken wings that have only been half stripped.

Of course, in terms of size, I am afraid that there is no chicken wing in the world that can surpass them.

His eyes were black, that deep black, which had taken up the entire socket, and it looked terrifying.

Needless to say, this 'angel' is Lin Ming - or Lin Ming in the shell of an angel.

Lin Ming eventually found a way to fly with wings, but he found a different way.

Unable to fly with just one pair of wings, he had to get an extra pair of wings to provide forward propulsion, and relying on the 'old wings' that already existed to provide lift, he finally made do with it and started running.

As for how he got the wings......

"The speed can't be any better. ”

Lin Ming already knew the limits of this body, and if it was compared to a machine, it was now overloaded, and every part of the machine was creaking.

They are all protesting, protesting against Linming's exploitation of their surplus value.

Lin Ming had indeed almost crushed the surplus value of this body, and this body itself could no longer provide the power to even wave his wings, and now he had begun to burn his spiritual power to gain forward momentum.

This method is simply to drink water to quench your thirst.

The current Lin Ming can't support it for long, and his mental power is no longer enough to be eleven in his heyday.

Fifteen more minutes, no, not another ten minutes, and the 'birdman' flying in the clouds would fall from his strength and be swallowed up by the black qi that chased him all the way.

Fall, be our food......

As if hallucinating because his spiritual power was about to run out, Lin Ming heard a call from the sword qi that spread and permeated the clouds.

"Hehe, it's been a long time since I've had auditory hallucinations......

I didn't worry about my current situation and state at all, Lin Ming was an emotionless existence.

So, even if death was close at hand, he had no fear.

On the contrary, he was calm.

"The big wing, the left wing output is reduced by 20%, the right wing is normal output, and then alternates...... Winglet, right wing normal output, left wing output increased by 40%, then alternate ......"

Now that he has begun to use his spiritual power as fuel, Lin Ming's control over this power will become extremely fine.

Under the 'Law of Heaven', Lin Ming's spiritual power that could have been transformed into pervasive filaments was not restricted—especially after he had already transformed this body according to his own wishes.

That's right, the 'angel' flying above the clouds is no longer the same 'angel' in terms of physical structure.

This is already a 'machine' that puts all its functions into flying to keep the soul alive.

Lin Ming has collected the memories of many people, including the memories of several mechanics, so at this time, he is in a hurry to go to the doctor, as for what will happen to this body in the future, he can't control it for the time being.

"Sa~!"

Due to the reduction of the output of the big wing, Lin Ming's height dropped a lot all of a sudden, but fortunately, the output of the small wing was increased, so Lin Ming actually rushed forward with this falling momentum.

Like a fighter plane doing a dive, his speed has increased by almost 30% all at once.

"The wings unfurled, and the first wave erupted. ”

Directly fed a spiritual force into the big wing, and during the dive, Lin Ming's thinking was frighteningly clear.

He divided the only amount of spiritual power he had left into ten parts, and now he was using the first one.

"Peng~!!"

Unprecedented power was born from the spiritual power that was burned as fuel, and the large wings on Lin Ming's back let out a powerful slap.

The force was so great that the air trembled.

Lin Ming's figure received a huge lift after this slap.

He began to rise, like a cannonball out of his chamber.

"Winglets, the second wave erupts. ”

I don't know if the wind doesn't generate on its own in the 'Heavenly Realm', anyway, Lin Ming hasn't borrowed wind power until now.

Therefore, he can only use primitive means to make himself fly as far as possible.

The time of the two eruptions of Big Wing and Little Wing was calculated by Lin Ming, and he had already simulated it in his mind hundreds of times.

This interval and force is enough to allow him to rise at a 45° angle, and then when he reaches the highest point, he can simply spread his wings and enter 'glider mode'......

"This burst can sustain a high-speed flight of two thousand meters at most, and I can do the same burst four more times now, no, it should only be three and a half. Feeling the air flow generated by his flight, Lin Ming thought in his heart, "Then it means that within nine or even eight thousand meters, I still can't get rid of the black qi or find another way out......

"I'm going to die here......"

It's really good, when it comes to death, there is not a trace of fluctuation in Lin Ming's dark eyes.

No, there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

This guy ......

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"In that direction!"

Above the white clouds, more than 100 pairs of wings opened, and the angels gathered in a circle, all revealing their chests engraved with the word 'slave'.

Standing in the middle of them, the four-winged angel suddenly stared at the chest of one of them.

The inscription on the angel's chest lit up.

"What are you doing in a daze?!Why don't you go quickly?!"

He took out a white whip from his waist, which seemed to be made of white clouds, and gave the four-winged angel a whip directly to the angel who had become a 'pointing marker'.

The next moment, fifty angels rushed out like arrows like athletes on the starting line, and for a moment they forgot to fly.

Only the unfortunate ghost who had fallen to the ground after the heavy whip was left to cry out in pain.

"Rubbish!"

The four-winged angel doesn't go out to find people in person, he's an 'angel of status'.

It was enough for him to teach the guys who had been engraved with the word 'slave'.

Ah, I forgot to mention that his position is the 'Captain of the 103rd Squadron of the City of Angels Urban Management Brigade'.

To be an official is to be comfortable.

While playfully watching which 'waste' first remembered to fly with his wings, he added a whip to the 'waste' that was humming on the ground, calming him down completely.

"Hmph, you're the next one to be eliminated. ”

Staring at the guy who was the first to fly, the four-winged angel's eyes showed an undisguised ferocity.