High priest

The world seems to be left with only the sound of torrential rain.Crackling, like a fragmented past and a tangled mood.

New York, a great city that has left a splendid chapter in American history, finally fell in the battle of legendary creatures.The prosperity is gone, leaving only devastation; the life is overwhelmed, and there is no sound for a hundred miles.

It has a rift valley in the northwest and a deep ditch in the southeast.The buildings in the whole city collapsed, the flames continued to extinguish, and the entire land sank more than three feet. Groundwater was constantly gushing out, vaguely turning New York City into a "New York Lake".

As the outer edge of the war zone, it really can't see the original appearance.

It was forcefully plowed by centaurs and black dragons, and the damage was comparable to an old city that had been weathered for hundreds of years. There were wide open and closed cracks everywhere, and there was a bottomless pothole in the center.

The pit is the grave of the centaur.

On the outside, Somon, who had a broken arm, crawled towards the edge in a daze, looking straight down.There was a strong fishy wind blowing from bottom to top, blowing his head and face.

Licasa is dead...

Somon didn't say a word, but remained silent for a long, long time before grabbing the dust around him with his remaining hand and throwing it into the pit.When life and death are settled and the vengeance is avenged, his perception of Li Casa is only complicated.

He remembered the last scene, the centaur demon stood in front of him, still conceited, still looking down.But it was the first time that the other party said in a solemn tone: [You will be stronger than Karma, I did not die at the hands of the weak. 】

The dust rustled down and drifted into the depths of the darkness.Just like a person's thoughts, he sank into an indescribable trance.

Am I strong?Somon asked himself.

No, he is not strong, he can even be called weak.Li Casa can kill Eddie, and naturally he can easily solve him.

But he survived and got a "recognition".Or, this is not a word of approval, but a reward and a spur—as a reward for him being able to pierce his heart with one blow, as a spur to urge him to become a strong man.

Li Casa cannot see the weak, and will never allow himself to die in the hands of the weak.

In order to "deserve his death", he would let Somon survive, allowing the young man to spend time growing up to the realm of a real strong man, instead of dying in his hands.

In this way, Tali Casa died in the hands of a strong man and became the opponent's first collection of great significance and value.

Licasa's name will eventually be remembered, not lost to the unknown.

Somon raised his head, his whole body was washed pale by the torrential rain.Abandoning race and affiliation, he suddenly understood what a warrior believed in.If Licasa wasn't a demon, maybe they would really be friends.

Unfortunately, there is no "if" in the world.

【I thought you could guide me, Licasa. 】

The truth is, Licasa did channel him.Just saying "You will be stronger than Karma", just saying "I deserve to die", made him feel invisible pressure while hating him deeply.

He chased his steps for too long and too long, so long that just a word of approval from the other party would make him completely defeated.

"I hate you, I hate you so much, I wish you could fall into hell forever!" Somon murmured, "...you should die, Licasa. But I also admire and respect you. At least, you never bother to lie, nor Will be stabbed in the back."

Unlike the high-level people in New York, they are so disgusting.

"I will be strong." Someday!

"I will be stronger than you." Somon covered his face with his remaining hand. He let go of all his strength and transformed into a boy, crying loudly.

"Goodbye, Uncle Lane," he whimpered. "I'm sorry, Eddie, please forgive me! I'm sorry!"

What Somon didn't see was that there were two pure white, shallow spirit bodies resting on his left and right shoulders, one was a kind middle-aged man, and the other was a smiling young man.Their hands landed on top of his head, brushed gently, and then turned into dots of white light and dissipated in the wind and rain.

[Goodbye, Somon. 】

"Goodbye..." Somon looked at the pothole, "Li Casa."

He lost all his timidity, and in his epiphany, what the policewoman said: [His death stimulated me, forced me to grow up overnight, and let go of all my innocence. 】

In many cases, reality and wishes always run counter to each other.But even if things go the other way, they will return to the original point one day.

This is breaking the situation and also nirvana.Only by experiencing and giving up can we usher in a better self.

……

After the war, New York entered the day and night rescue time, and also entered the trial stage of high-level traitors.

After confirming that Licasa was dead, the black dragon was a friendly army, and the high priest was also in New York, the evacuated civilians and awakened re-entered the ruins, searching for survivors with difficulty.

They dug out the shocked and seriously injured people from the rubble, and moved them one by one to tents in the open space.The Ryan team was so busy that their feet didn't touch the ground, and Somon fell into a coma after being bandaged.

The support brought by Noble guarded the outside of the city. They strictly guarded against the monsters who came to hunt after smelling the fishy smell, and their nerves were tense.

A few hours later, the people from Philadelphia who Qi Xinli had contacted finally arrived in New York.Looking at the ruins, they were speechless for a moment, and it took a long time for them to recover.

Another half day passed, and Yu Mingyang, who was carrying a medical box with a cross, arrived late.He devoted himself to the rescue work as soon as he arrived, completely ignoring Ji Si and Sino City to talk about the old days.

There are too many wounded...

At the other end, Sino City was out of the dragon form, and was lying in the puddle without getting too dirty, with a look of exhaling more air than inhaling.The fight was hearty, but the soaring strength in the body was tearing at the lungs, which was really painful.

To be honest, he doesn't care about the man's face right now, he just wants to lie down instead of sitting down, and he has to take it easy no matter what.

However, Ji Si came to his side, kicked him with disgust, and said, "Is it dead? If you are not dead, just squeak."

Sinocheng rolled his eyes: "Squeak."

Keith: ...

"Get up." Ji Si poked his leg with the scepter, "Get up and meditate, sort out the energy. Turn them back into runes one by one, and then engrave the runes into your soul to digest slowly, so that the body surface There will be no streaks."

Hearing this, Sinocheng struggled to get up, the pain was so painful that all the bones in his body were crackling.

He sat cross-legged, trying to calm himself down.Ji Si protected him as before, as if he knew his doubts, and gave a detailed explanation.

"Awakened people mainly cultivate the three levels of body and mind, that is, the ego, the real self and the high self. You can understand it as the three major stages of a monk, such as bodiless, crossing the catastrophe, and ascending."

"The ego masters the body, it is the birth, and it is the mastery and improvement of the body, potential and limit."

"The original intention is to overcome the catastrophe. It is a person who has a clear understanding of himself. He knows who he is, what he wants to do, and what he can do." Ji Si continued, "Understand the two sides of yin and yang, and recognize the good and evil. Rong, guide the conscience and demons to coexist. For example, you have recognized the origin of your soul, made light and darkness into one, and completely mastered the self."

"The Lord Spirit of the Higher Self is the ascension, which is the excavation, in-depth and manifestation of the subconscious mind. When you break through the barrier of the consciousness level, your soul, energy and aura will be integrated, and your true nature will be manifested comprehensively. real."

"In the age of the ancient gods, this kind of authenticity was called a 'totem'—the totem of the soul."

"And the manifestation of the soul totem marks that your potential ceiling has reached the level of a 'half god'. What remains to be done is to continue to accumulate and understand the way of heaven."

Sino City's comprehension is really superb, Ji Si straightened out the concept for him, and he almost mastered the trick at the same time.While listening intently, he sorted out the dark wounds in the meridians.

"Your totem is actually a dragon. It's extremely rare." However, Sinocheng's temperament is quite domineering, and he will listen to whatever he says. In fact, this guy has a big idea, and the dragon is quite suitable for him.

Furthermore, if the bloodline of the land in Central Continent dates back to ancient times, there are indeed shadows of dragons and gods.

Perhaps this is the reason why Sino City was reincarnated in Central Continent, and now, he has entered the "returning to ancestors" period?

Thinking about it, Ji Si said again: "I remember, the captain's totem is Pixiu, the sword god's totem is Excalibur, the vixen's totem is the chaotic fox, and the nanny's totem is ten thousand petal lotus..."

He couldn't help but silence, and his focus was suddenly distorted.Speaking of which, both Pixiu and Long are the types who love money, want money, and make money. This...

At some point, Sino City calmed down.He recovered as usual, and asked following Ji Si's words: "Then what is your soul totem?"

Ji Si chuckled: "You guess. It is a creature that is so magnificent after manifesting that even you will be shocked to lose your voice."

Sino City looked at him, silent.

"Is it the big flying cockroach from the south?" he asked tentatively.

"……"you are dead.

……

Days later, New York's top brass had to accept the final judgment.

On this day, dozens of high-level officials headed by Aoli knelt among the ruins, and the high and low abandoned buildings were full of people.Ji Si, Sinocheng, and Yu Mingyang stood side by side, watching Noble, the agent of Philadelphia, the new high-level executives in New York, and Somon announce the verdict on these traitors, and their final outcome——

hanging.

Among the adults, the juvenile Noble and Somon are particularly eye-catching, and they dominated the beginning, process and result of the entire trial.

In Somon's coherent statement, Noble listed the failures of New York's top leaders one by one, and cast their names with an indelible sin: "You have betrayed humanity."

"Deliberately conceal the abnormality of the devil, allow him to integrate into human beings, and allow him to harm his own kind."

"Murdering Veteran Ryan, taking his heart, just to surrender to the devil."

"Arbitrarily claiming to block external signals made us lose the opportunity to evacuate civilians in the first place. It caused the total destruction of New York City, millions of people were slightly injured, and nearly 50 were seriously injured... a tragedy."

"You don't deserve to be forgiven!" Noble said coldly, "Execution!"

The soldiers covered in evil spirits put black hoods on their heads, suppressed all their resistance, and sent them to hell one by one.

The leader, Aoli, screamed. He screamed: "I want to appeal! I have the right to find a lawyer! You can't judge me like this, and criminals have human rights! What you do is killing the law and killing the nuts." Guo—no! Let me go! Somon, Somon! I am your Uncle Oli, I am an old friend of Ryan, how can you..."

Noble said indifferently: "Keeping people like you alive is killing the law."

Somon was even colder: "Actually, I want to cut out your heart... Aoli, it's just hanging. You should thank the people for their kindness."

When everything was over, the bodies of these traitors were burned to ashes, and Somon raised their ashes.

Seeing this, Sinocheng said: "I thought he would throw things into the pit where the centaur was buried."

Ji Si said: "No, that demon has some backbone, but they don't."