Omniscient and omnipotent, even God may not be able to do so, and this privilege has not yet fallen into the hands of any one person.

Each person will see different scenery because of the position they are standing on, and the so-called 'god' is just standing higher and seeing farther than ordinary people.

The 'gods' can only be so much, and as for the 'servants of the gods', I'm afraid to put it bluntly, they are just some guys who can only be above the 'mortals', and the embarrassing existence between the gods and mortals.

Such a being is far less powerful than the world thinks.

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"Whew~Whew~!"

The wind in the realm of heaven had risen, and it had only gone from the imperceptible breeze at the beginning to the whistling wind at this moment, as if it were just a matter of moments.

The wind was cold and cold, making the angels who were flying high in the air shiver.

The Heavenly Realm was originally windless, and the light that spilled directly from the upper space made every inch of land and every inch of air here have an almost uniform temperature.

Such an environment does not have the conditions that should produce wind.

"Boss, we have to withdraw!"

Barely able to open his eyes due to the wind, a four-winged angel was forced to lower his flight altitude.

Wings that have not been trained for a long time are simply not able to fight the wind head-on.

"Land!"

The captain of this team was very decisive, although he vaguely felt that landing at this time was not a good idea, but he made such a decision anyway.

However, the captain was very clever enough to let his two members of the team explore the way first, his eyes were firmly fixed on his teammates, and if there was any abnormal movement when they landed, the ship would definitely raise his height again as soon as possible.

In front of the higher-ups, sacrificing has always been the duty of those of lower status, and it is a matter of course for both reason and law.

"Da!"

The angel who landed first had stood firmly, showing no signs at all.

It's just that for some reason, as the captain who led the team, I felt an unspeakable palpitation.

"Fly!"

roared out loud with the inexplicable throbbing in his heart, after all, he didn't choose to watch and wait for the tragedy he imagined to happen.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

"Whoosh!"

A black shadow sprang out from the white clouds beneath his feet, and in an instant he climbed onto the angel's foot.

There was a rush in the wind, so the other two who had not yet landed could not tell whether the black shadow had a sound or not.

This 'whoosh' may just be the brains of the two of them, or it may be the sound effect that the victim himself dubbed.

He trembled as if he had been touched by high-voltage electricity, and as if he had bathed in holy water.

The dark shadow that emerged from under the clouds appeared for less than a breath, and the whole process of deprivation of life was completed in this breath.

There was no blood, no sound effects from the executioner's ghostly howls and the screams of the victims.

The angel collapsed silently, losing all his breath.

The whole process was quiet, as if the killer lurking under the clouds deliberately kept it quiet.

Quietness is the elegance of a killer.

"Leave him alone! Now, now, come back with me, if you don't want to lie down with him!"

The captain's face was full of horror, as if he had seen something terrible in the world.

But is it too late to leave?

"Whew~!"

The rustling wind swept through their ears, and at this moment the two angels felt an incomparable cold.

"Whew!"

There seemed to be a subtle murmur in the wind, and if it weren't for the tense nerves at this time, perhaps they would have omitted it.

"Be careful!"

As soon as he pulled himself up, the captain yelled at the team members who had started a little slowly.

He was responded to by a cat-like 'whine' sound.

When he turned back, he had already become the commander of the light pole.

For the killing of the team this time, the bare-rod commander has not captured the trajectory of the two black shadows.

What exactly is that dark shadow?

The two team members died in front of him, but as the captain, he didn't even get a glimpse of the whole picture of the other party.

"Run!"

Without any more thought, the 'Commander of the Light Pole' casually picked a direction and began to flee for his life.

He flailed his wings as hard as he could, and struggled like a drowning man.

He really should have fled.

At this moment, everyone who has escaped the protection of the City of Angels should flee.

Escape back to the City of Angels, or even to a higher level of heaven.

Because......

It's no longer a paradise.

Ever since Mo Xie launched such a suicidal forbidden technique against himself, the collapse of the Heavenly Realm began.

It's like a drop of black ink being dripped into a glass of pure water.

What remains of the realm of heaven, the apparent whiteness, has begun to be lost.

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"Sneer............!

With each step, it emits a strange sound from its own joints, as if the contents of the flesh and blood have been replaced with machinery.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill ......"

His face was blurred, and the hideous wound seemed to run through the front and back of his brain, completely ruining his original appearance.

He has no eyes, and the only thing left of his facial features is a mouth.

His body was dry, like a poplar that had been dead in the desert for hundreds of years.

A person who is injured like this should go to a good sleep, and all he can do is sleep well.

The nerve tissue had been completely damaged, the brain had already gone on strike, and the man was medically dead.

It's just that he doesn't look like a dead man, and even his steps are faster and steadier than some living people.

The black qi surged under his skin, like a rushing river, is it this kind of black qi that sustains the activities of this body?

"Kill!"

There was a pause in the intermittent growl, and the body shook its feet.

Black gas continued to flow from his feet, then back again, as if creating a circuit between his flesh and the ground.

Every time he landed, a black qi would flow from his body into the earth, and every time he lifted his foot, a black qi would take over the black qi that had flowed out before and enter his body.

He stopped, just because the black qi flowing into his body this time had grown a lot, and to put it professionally, "the instantaneous current is too large, and the load delay caused by it."

In an instant, the black qi that was only hidden under the skin surged out, as if it had exceeded the limits of this body, and they were looking for a way to get out—there were many exits from this body......

"Whew!sss

From the inside out, black qi poured out of his wound like his blood, but they didn't get out of his body's control as easily as blood.

The black aura covered the wound, and by the time he took another step, the wound on his head had been imperceptibly calmed.

The wound that gradually calmed down grew black flesh, and looking at this scene, it would be more accurate to say that it was peaceful than 'worse'.

The black flesh gradually repaired and filled the stump, like repairing a scarred hot air balloon.

"Kill!"

His voice has become louder, from the sound of tearing bellows and dragging mud and water at the beginning to being able to spit out words crisply, his progress is visible to the naked eye.

It's just that this guy's vocabulary is probably very limited, and there is only one word that comes and goes.