the jingle of a man in a protective suit, his breathing labored through the thick layer of clothing. In his hand was a huge box and just looking at it, he didn't want to touch it. It is emitting a sound of metal colliding with each other. On it was a radioactive symbol. He had stepped in front of a wing of thick, heavy metal. <System>: Please confirm personnel identity! The door guard let out a voice. He frantically put down the box in front of him and pulled out a card from the pocket in front of his chest. <System>: Identity Confirmation Successful- Hello Project owner, Dr. Albert. The sound of the gear system's wings slowly turning created a vibration that even people ten meters away could still feel. The door that had opened he slowly entered the small room covered with a barium silver alloy metal. In the middle of the room was a room made of bulletproof glass, in which there was a metal box that was connected to three high-voltage pow

He walked along the rows of rows. Here, half like a support area and like a residential area, the stalls span the entire 10-hectare site. In the middle is a neighborhood for people to live in. The roof in some places has been replaced with glass. Since this place is quite safe compared to just wandering outside, it's crowded with almost overpopulated people. But that's not a big deal as the number of people born is getting smaller and smaller. And the death toll is increasing. Small gardens on the roof give the place an old look. Everyone wears an old mantle, expressionless masks. He just walked quietly through the crowded crowd. On the outer edge near the wall of the market, there was a fairly new camp. Seimei entered gently, rolling his eyes as if out of habit. "What do you want?"-A tall guy with blond hair said as he slowly walked out. Seimei: Hello! I'm Seimei Kosuto. I heard you wanted to buy some of that stuff. ?: Japanese? I'm William Elmes. What do yo

Seimei: A bandit? ?: You guys seem pretty smart, do you? You know it, give it all. He slowly put his hand behind his back. ?: bastard! He lunged forward, knife still in his hand. Kevin and Seimei still don't understand what happened. He had a mad look in his eyes, disgusted with it. ?: GIVE ME! Kevin: Calm down! If you want, we'll give it to you. Seimei: Calm down! If you don't want to be "abandoned"! The "abandoned" are those who violate the "laws of the world". It is a set of laws made by those in power. Simply minimizing the death, all violators are not executed but are considered as living tools. Those people have to work to death, without rest, without treatment, without hope. The only thing that awaited them was simply certain death. ?: You think it can make me scary? F*ck no, no one can live in this messed-up shit Kevin sighed and then. Throw a punch straight in the face. That's right, without hes

The machine's body slowly moved, raising its legs. Seimei ignored the danger and charged straight at the angel. The soldiers were still trying to use rockets to shoot him, everyone around felt that this madman was weird, didn't like to live but liked to die. Seleva: Hey Kevin, are all your friends this weird? Kevin: Not only those guys, so what do we do now? Seleva: The New Government's air force is coming. Kevin: Touching those guys again? Seleva: Yeah, this involves angels, so of course, we can't do it alone. Nyam: So are you going to help him? Kevin: Do you want to help? Nyam: It's not free but it's not expensive either, do you want it? Kevin: Hey, how much money do you have in your pocket? Seleva: Are you going to do it? Kevin: But what else! Let's go fast. Okay, "white death", please help that crazy guy help me. Nyam: Okay. Meanwhile, Seimei had gotten close to the angel, but

starry sky, a god had to kneel before a bunch of tiny humans. While Seimei tried to attack the cooling system, Nyam used the Magnetic Reverser to cause thermal and electrical overload. But because the cooling system was destroyed, it led to a chain reaction that caused other components to overheat. It had collapsed into the marketplace, turning it into a ruin. That is the power of an angel, even after a thousand years, just one angel has almost completely wiped out more than ten thousand people in less than a day. Amidst the rubble, there were still a few survivors in the homemade bunkers, but the Choas Order terrorists in the angel's titanium alloy compartments were much more likely to survive. But those soldiers and the other villagers kept shooting at each other, regardless of a thermonuclear bomb more than 20 meters large with an explosive capacity of up to 10 million megatons. From within a recess of the posterior part of the C6 spine, a small figure with a cloa