In a gloomy cave, a huge black ball of light flashed with strange light, and the flowing magical energy of the four fields was rapidly surging towards the orb.

There is such a record in the secret chronicle of the church.

The six-winged Angel of Death and the Angel of Light are opposites, and their powers are very different, but the two are mutually reinforcing.

The wings of the Angel of Death were bat wings at the beginning, and the ugly whole body exuded a strong atmosphere of death, while the wings of ordinary angels were white, like the wings of a swan, symbolizing nobility and sacredness.

The Angels of Death do not have the wisdom and changeable personality of the Angels of Light, they only have the only creed of accepting orders and completing them, both of which have the possibility of secondary evolution, but the evolution of Angels of Death is much simpler, they only need infinite kills to play metamorphosis.

Angels of Light need to go through a variety of tests and magic powers, accept the baptism of Light, and complete their self-sublimation. The six wings are the ultimate evolution, and after reaching this level, the opposing conditions between the two are also completed.

When the Angel of Death reaches the Six Wings, her face will gradually move closer to the Angel of Light, and the batwings will also turn into black feathery wings, possessing simple wisdom, the same as the Angel of Light's wings, but different colors.

After the Holy Light Angel reaches the six wings, he can get the divine aura on the top of his head, and the abilities will also be perfectly sublimated, the Angel of Death does not have this honor, purely according to the division of power, a Holy Light Seraphim holding the Holy Aura can defeat 20 six-winged death angels of the same level, and the Holy Aura can also kill 10 death angels of the same level in seconds, and the wisdom and combat posture of the six-winged death angels are far from being comparable to the six-winged death angels with only simple wisdom.

This helpless four-winged angel of death, who played tricks on everyone in Arthur's territory, completed its last transformation before midnight with the shroud of moonlight and the accumulation of these natural combat experiences.

If the Divine Angel is a beautiful and pure creature, then the Angel of Death is the demon that represents charm and sensuality.

With a crisp sound, the brilliance erupted from the black energy ball towards the four fields, and a moment later, the strong light enveloped everything around it, illuminating the dark cave through.

The black six-winged wings exuded a bright luster, and with a snap, they suddenly opened, countless feathers flew out of the cave, scattering everywhere from the night sky, and the woman's cold eyes looked around hazy, although she could think simply now, her innate flaws could not be as transparent as the angels of the Holy Light.

The newborn Angel of Death, without a name, vaguely felt that she needed a name, tilted her head, and looked at her insignificant body, perfect appearance, perfect and seductive body, gold-like proportions, and the curve of the side was so perfect, like a work of art subverting all beings.

Crane!

This word suddenly came to mind, and after 15 seconds of silent silence, she decided to take this word into her name.

She is the crane, and the crane is her.

A powerful dark light enveloped her, and for a moment a black armor covered her, and in her right hand she held a black energy long sword, which was held tightly in her hand.

The quest must be completed!

The crane's eyes lit up, and the shining eyes were like two shining gems in the night, shining with amber sun, transparent as if the crystal was not mixed with any impurities.

Spreading her six-winged wings, she flew out of the cave in an instant, heading into the distance, she knew that there were many people waiting for her, and she also knew which people were no match for her, and this time she was only going to harvest souls.

The cranes flew quickly in the night sky, looking at each other's air, admiring the beautiful scenery, the green fields quickly swiped under her, she was happy but didn't know how to express it, crooked her, seemed a little troublesome, knocked on the head, but couldn't understand it, silence and ignorance sometimes made people irritating, and she was the same.

It is undeniable that she is beautiful and flawless, it is undeniable that she looks subverted all beings, but she represents the black moon and killing, black and blood are her original posture, the wind blows her long hair, there is no decoration, there is no need for any decoration, she is perfect, any ornament will destroy this perfect coat.

！！！

The crane's eyes widened suddenly, her six-winged wings waved fiercely twice, she stood in mid-air, her mouth whining, gritting her teeth, as if a beast had met a natural enemy, clutching the long sword, staring coldly and angrily at a figure not far away.

Six pairs of white wings enveloped all of Tsuru's vision, and there was nothing else left in her eyes at this moment, when she was a normal Angel of Death and when the other Angels of Death were imprisoned, she only remembered that the person with white wings would torture her sister every day with all kinds of things, tormenting her.

At that time, everyone was weak, everyone didn't understand anything at that time, let alone know how to resist, countless sisters were removed from their wings by the group of white-winged birdmen, stepping on their backs and unable to fly, and countless sisters were killed and didn't know how to resist. In retrospect, why didn't you resist, didn't bite their throats, didn't kill those white demons?

She was summoned away that day, and the tortured Seraphim Angels of Death showed joy that at least they could leave something behind, and a child left safely.

Many white demons that day showed their dissatisfaction, why it wasn't them who were summoned, the rage deepened the dissatisfaction, and even more aroused their anger, overflowing and beating this group of bad and defective products.

The crane stared at the white demon in front of him, and did not turn his back to him to make a move, the long sword in his hand was already ready to be launched, but because of the fear and unknown hidden worries in her heart, she didn't make a move, she didn't know what the consequences were, but she was aware of the uneasiness.

But it was obvious that she didn't have to worry at all, because the person in front of her was not the six-winged angel of light in heaven at all.

Arthur took a deep breath and turned to look at the Seraphim of Death opposite, the unknown but newly evolved Seraphim of Death was the only reason he came here.

Arthur looked at her and gradually took off his shirt, and the angel on the opposite side flew backwards about ten meters in panic, not understanding what she was doing.

"Do you see this sword mark, it's really a wonderful fate, I couldn't come back, but now that I'm back, I must tell you what I think about you. Arthur pointed to the indelible wound and said to the Angel of Death in the distance.

"The person who treated me from the wound caused by this sword mark said, although it looks like it has healed now, this sword mark will be in severe pain every time it rains on a cloudy day, and it cannot be solved, I admire your strength. ”

Tsuru tilted his head to look at him, his face full of doubt. "I... No... Bright... White, I... We... Just... First, second, meet. ”

The words in her mouth were as bad as a baby's.

"You almost didn't kill me in my dream, I'm here for my territory, for my friends, so I need to ask you for an explanation. ”

"I don't want to have a conflict with you, please leave. ”