Restart, Death Wings of Ending

South Asian Death Bureau.

On the first day after the new year, everyone from all departments has returned, but Xiao Liu, the janitor, has not yet arrived.

"What?" Lin Hong exclaimed, and a man standing in front of him stepped back timidly.

"We didn't know it would be this serious," the man began to explain. "When the four B-level Shinigami from QL544 in Xixia City suddenly disappeared without leaving any traces, the Xixia Branch thought they had gone out to hunt collectively. Later, they did not return for a month, and it is not surprising that they died while hunting in the Alienation Zone. It's rare. So I didn't pay much attention to it and just declared my death..."

The man remembered very clearly that on the first day after the New Year, he got up early, reluctantly kissed his wife goodbye, and rushed back to the branch to open the door. He was Zhang Ping, the deputy director of the Jialing Death Branch, and it was his responsibility to set an example. ,

Zhang Ping bought a soy milk bun at the street corner as usual and walked to the bureau while eating. After turning around an alley, you can see the gate of the Death Branch, and at the same time, you can see a man covered in blood rushing towards the door.

He was not too surprised. It was not uncommon for him to see gangsters dying at the door after fighting. He drank the last sip of soy milk, threw the empty plastic cup into the trash can at hand, and then strode towards the death bureau.

I kicked the man who was lying in a pool of blood, but there was no reaction. But after taking a closer look at the pattern of his clothes, I was suddenly startled. I quickly turned him over and found a green death badge on his chest.

This little S-level god of death was seriously injured at the door of the branch. Something serious must have happened. He quickly contacted other personnel in the branch and returned as soon as possible.

For a time, the three-story Shinigami office building was busy with nervousness and panic.

I contacted various garrison points, but only HD645 never responded. Someone was sent to check again. The news is. All members of HD645 are missing, there are no signs of fighting, and the surveillance footage is missing. Just like the QL1 garrison point one month ago,

But last night was the night of reunion, and it was impossible for HD645 to hunt, and it was even weirder that this little S-class god of death was seriously injured and unconscious. Zhang Ping thought that this was no longer something he could handle, so he took the little S-class god of death with him who had not yet woken up. Liu rushed to the Death Bureau.

After receiving Zhang Ping's emergency call, the Death Bureau immediately sent someone to respond. Xiaoliu had been sent to the medical building and Mingxu personally attended.

Zhang Ping went to Lin Hong's office to report the situation.

Lin Hong's expression condensed after hearing Zhang Ping's explanation. This kind of strange disappearance seems not easy to be discovered, so how could the perpetrator only do it once a month?

Lin Hong suddenly thought of something! He shouted to the door: "Bring up the death list declared in the last month."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed across his face. Within a moment, the figure flashed again and appeared in front of Lin Hong's desk, holding a document bag in his hands.

Lin Hong took the document bag, waved his hand, and the man darted out the door like a gust of wind. Zhang Ping stared at this scene blankly, feeling envious in his heart. The people delivering the documents were all at least mid-S level. In the General Administration, he is as ordinary as a grain of sand.

Lin Hong flipped through a dozen sheets of paper filled with dense text, and frowned even more.

"Why, I found a clue," Mingxu's voice suddenly sounded: "I usually don't pay attention to these trivial matters, now I regret it." As he spoke, he walked to the side of the desk, pulled up a chair, and sat down by himself.

Lin Hong glanced at Mingxu and asked solemnly: "What did you see?"

"Invisible people, invisible swords, and weird energy fluctuations." Mingxu replied calmly! This was a memory he saw in Xiaoliu's memory door. It was not complete, just a minute of his escape. All the memories before and after had been artificially erased.

"No more?" Lin Hong asked in surprise, Mingxu blinked deliberately to confirm.

Lin Hong's expression dropped, and his fingers began to tap randomly on the table.

"In this month, except for the group of 544 people in QL4, all others have reported death individually. It seems nothing special. It is normal for the mortality rate of to people to report every month, and it does not exceed the red line, but!" General Lin Hong! He put the information sheet on the table and motioned for Mingxu to take a look, but Mingxu couldn't have imagined the twist after "but".

He didn't look at the lists and said bluntly:

"Eighty percent of them come from the QL and HD areas, right?"

Lin Hong nodded, "Looking at these two districts alone, it is abnormal. Almost one person dies every day on average. This is not what it should be. They are all gods of death. Even though their levels are not high, they are hundreds of thousands of times stronger than ordinary people. To die so easily, he must have been hunted by a high-level monster!"

"So this is the conclusion you came to?" Mingxu asked, with a strange look in his eyes.

Lin Hong's heart tightened when he saw it, and asked: "Isn't it?"

Mingxu didn't answer, and looked at the ceiling unconsciously. Ling Li's gaze seemed to penetrate the floor and shoot up to the sky. In addition to the bright moonlight, there were countless eyes on it.

Although the HD645 station is located in a remote area, that area is still under the surveillance of the Sky Eye, so Xiao Liu's life and death escape should be recorded by the Sky Eye. Then Angel City should have discovered the situation during monitoring and processing!

Asia Angel City

The moonlight shines directly into an octagonal glazed roof. The empty hall is supported by thirty-six Roman columns to form a huge triangular space. Thirty-six angel-shaped glazed lamps are embedded in the pillars, rendering the entire room with a thin The flowing color halo,

The entrance is at the corner, and the exit is directly opposite it. The towering exit arch divides the horizontal plane into two, and there are four arches on the half wall side by side at each end. Each one is decorated with different colors. Sealed with translucent glass, from a certain angle, the entire room looks like a pair of wings with colorful feathers.

This is the most mysterious and solemn place in Angel City, the Fighting Courtyard. On the walls on both sides of the entrance are great scenes of angels fighting various forbidden gods. Each one is a thrilling contest of power. Everyone who sees these images will be struck with awe.

The ten-meter-high entrance door was slowly pushed open by two men in white robes. Yan Qing walked in calmly. The space was too spacious. Every step he took would make light footsteps and echoes. accompanying. Among the eight seats in front of him, the last seat on the left was originally his, but now it seems that he will be deprived of it.

Yan Qing finally walked to the center of the room and stepped inside a finely drawn circle of the earth. He raised his head and looked up at the eight-seat Deacon Gate opposite.

"V-level battle angel Yan Qing,"

A particularly solemn and solemn voice came from the second door on the left,

"Yes! Legal Deacon!" Yan Qing replied respectfully. Then a fist-sized mechanical ball appeared beside Yan Qing, projecting a picture.

In the pitch-black night, a figure quickly jumped out of an old station. He was very fast, but he suddenly fell to the ground before running for long. The next second, he jumped up and rolled quickly into the jungle. The picture seemed to be still,

Three minutes later, I saw the man again, crawling up the road covered in blood. But after he stood up with difficulty, a strange energy wave interfered with the signal of the Sky Eye, and the picture faded again for three minutes. After returning to normal, , that person has disappeared. The Sky Eye searched dozens of kilometers nearby and failed to find that person.