Located at the intersection of Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, Deathstroke stood on the rooftop of the 443-meter-high Empire State Building with his arms crossed and overlooking the entire city, speaking strange lines that Casillas could not understand at all.
On rainy days, strong winds always make the signal tower on top of the Empire State Building appear to be shrouded in smoke. But today, the sunlight reflecting off the water in the city made the entire building turn a little yellow, as if it were
Old newspapers that have stood the test of time.
Xiaoka was not interested in the words of the Supreme Mage. He was currently doing his best to cast spells to maintain the normal operation of thousands of magic circles in the entire city.
Some of these magic circles guide the accumulated water on the road into the sewers, while others spray the liquid in the sewers out of the ground. When the two are combined, the sewage will circulate endlessly.
However, as the water level in the city rises, it is inevitable that sewage will flow directly from the ground in the city into the sea, so this cycle is just a theory.
Even with the help of underground race sorcerers, commanding the operation of such a large-scale magic circle almost approached Casillas's limit. He could not even distract himself from thinking about the meaning of the Supreme Mage's words.
The overdraft of his mental energy made his temples beat violently. If the monster still didn't appear within five minutes, I'm afraid he would have to change people here first, replacing Hamil or Xiao Wang.
The streets were full of water, and the sounds of people crying and howling were even more continuous. Fortunately, it was high enough here, and the smell in the air didn't permeate here for a while.
Seeing that the whole city was plunged into a yellowish mist, Su Ming felt something. He changed the direction on the rooftop and continued to look around. Watching the 'minions' running wildly in the city, he recited the famous
of poetry.
"The incense towering into the sky penetrates New York, and the city is filled with golden armor... What a poem, what a poem."
Hearing the death knell leisurely reciting poems and looking at the scenery, Casillas's body swayed, and he turned his head like a puppet: "Teacher, I can't hold on any longer. To drive such a large amount of wind, casting spells is very costly.
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"Don't panic. After you finish the work, go to the 'Anonymous Outlaws' to reimburse them, and I'll sign a note for you."
As he spoke, Su Ming took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote it on the wall.
'This is Casillas, the mage of the New York Temple. During the period when he was traveling with the Supreme Mage, he owed a certain amount of spellcasting fees for the mission. I hereby allow you to reimburse him in full. The death knell of the Supreme Mage.'
After writing, he walked up to Xiaoka in the strong wind on the rooftop, stuffed the note into his pocket, and patted his pocket to reassure the other person.
In fact, today's anonymous disciples are also very hungry. They were originally a group of ascetic monks who volunteered to help the Supreme Master share the cost of casting spells as their own practice, and in exchange for being able to live in Kama Taj and eat and drink for free.
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Physical and mental pain means transcendence from the world to them. Once you have experienced all the extreme pain in the world and died in pain, you can reach bliss. This is their teaching.
Kama Taj is located at the southern foothills of the Himalayas. As a magical holy land, it also has underground buildings located inside the mountain, such as dungeons for experimental subjects, warehouses for storing dangerous goods, and temples for the unknown.
I don’t know what kind of Buddhist monks that group of people believe in. They may be a certain sect of Tantric Buddhism, or they may simply be a cult. Anyway, they drink alcohol, eat meat, marry wives and have children. The only way to practice is to share the cost of casting spells for others.
Most ascetics elsewhere in the world beat themselves with canes or leather whips, or practice some kind of withered-arm Zen, but how can conventional methods be as effective as casting spells? You can feel the excruciating pain of burning inside without having to disembowel yourself.
They live in the underground temple of Kama Taj all year round. They cover their eyes with a black cloth when meditating, and then sit in the middle of the darkness where they can't see their fingers, waiting to help the Supreme Mage share the cost of casting spells.
After Gu Yi retired and Death Knell succeeded to the throne, they have not experienced satisfactory "tempering" for a long time. Without tempering, they will not be able to ascend to bliss, so what's the point of living?
So in the early years, they actually thought about leaving Karma Taj and finding a magic school that could enjoy pain more. However, Deathstroke found them and explained to them what placement play was, and they suddenly realized it.
Not paying attention at all is also a kind of psychological torture.
What a risk, I almost missed a good opportunity because of my impatience. It turns out that the new Supreme Mage is better than the Ancient One in torturing people?
Merely fooling them was not enough. In order to hold them back, Deathstroke also gave other archmages the authority to use the nameless disciples, allowing them to use the nameless disciples to share the cost of casting spells, which is the so-called reimbursement system.
However, every time they went underground to reimburse the cost of casting spells, the monks would surround them like vicious dogs pouncing on their food, as if they were all eager to ascend to heaven and become Buddhas, their eyes dazzling...
This is also the reason why Monaco is unwilling to let them share the cost, because he feels that those people are abnormally fanatical and are completely crazy. This has nothing to do with whether they are willing or not. His conscience does not allow him to bully the disabled.
Naturally, Su Ming cannot let everyone ask them to reimburse the cost of casting spells. The unknown can be regarded as Kama Taj's precious strategic reserve. In the magic war in another dimension, whoever lasts longer is more likely to win. If it is usually consumed,
It’s over, what should I do if something happens?
This is the first time that Casillas has received an approval letter from the Supreme Mage. He can't help but think about it. Does this mean that in a few decades, he will hope to become a member of the Archmage?
But before he could think too much, the sound of the death knell came again: "The target has appeared, over there, stop casting spells."
Looking into the distance from the Empire State Building, the city was very chaotic. With Casillas's eyesight, he should not be able to see anything without the help of magic, but at this time he also saw a green spot in the yellow mist.
Squirming slowly.
The Supreme Mage has determined the target, so it should be right.
"Do you need to get closer?" Casillas put on the hanging ring and stopped the magic circle that was pumping water and blowing air.
"The distance is not far, let's fly over." Su Ming said and pulled him to jump off the building together. The magic floating cloak took the two of them through the gaps between the skyscrapers and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Why does Deathstroke dare to fly in the city in broad daylight? Because now everyone is looking at the ground. Although the situation is the same no matter how you land, the feel of your feet will not lie. It is better to step on a liquid than a solid
Accept it, right?
The monster can still be seen more than ten kilometers away, indicating that it is larger than imagined. At this time, it looks like it wants to go outside the city, because the direction it is moving is the George Washington Bridge connecting Manhattan to New Jersey.
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This bridge spans the Hudson River and is an important transportation artery in New York City, because the bridge carries important highways such as Interstate 95, U.S. Highway 1, U.S. Highway 9, and National Highway 46, as well as the lower four
track railway.
It is the busiest toll bridge in the world and the fourth longest suspension bridge in the United States. It is not as beautiful as the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, but its annual traffic volume is more than 8 million, making a great contribution to New York City's finances.
made a great contribution.
But now, as giant slugs slowly crawl onto the bridge deck, chaos reigns on the bridge, and the bridge itself creaks under strain.
Deathstroke, which had approached about one thousand meters, stopped flying. He found a rooftop hut of a residential building on the shore of Manhattan to hide.
"Wait for a wave of fools to test it first, and let's secretly observe the monster's weaknesses." He said to Xiao Ka.