Chapter 1191 (1/2)
”This world is filthy again...”
located at the corner of Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, the knell stands on the 443 meter high Empire State Building rooftop, overlooking the whole city with arms in its arms, and uttering strange lines that Casillas could not understand.
On rainy days, strong winds always make the signal tower at the top of the Empire State Building seem to be shrouded in smoke. Today, the sun shines on the water surface of the city to form reflection light, which makes the whole building a little yellow, like an old newspaper washed by time.
Karla is not interested in the words of the supreme mage. He is now doing his best to maintain the normal operation of thousands of magic circles in the city.
Some of these magic circles guide the water from the road area into the sewers, while others spray the liquid from the sewers to the surface. The combination of the two makes the sewage generate and circulate continuously.
It's just that the water level in the city rises, and it's hard to avoid sewage flowing directly from the ground to the sea, so this cycle is just a theory.
Even with the help of the underground sorcerers, the operation of this scale of array almost approached the limit of cassilias. He could not even distract himself from thinking about the meaning of the supreme mage's words.
The overdraft of mental strength makes his temple jump violently. If the monster doesn't appear within five minutes, I'm afraid he will have to change people here first, to change Hamil or Xiao Wang.
The streets are full of water, and the sound of people crying and howling is continuous. Fortunately, it is high enough here, and the odor in the air has not been diffused here for a time.
Seeing that the whole city was in a yellowish fog, Su Ming felt a lot. He changed direction on the rooftop and continued to look around. He read out famous poems as ”little yellow men” ran wildly in the city.
”The fragrance in the sky penetrates New York, and the whole city is full of golden armor... Good poetry, good poetry.”
Hearing the funeral bell reciting poems and watching the scenery, Casillas's body shook for a moment, and he turned his head like a puppet: ”teacher, I can't hold on. It costs a lot to drive the wind of such a scale.”
”Don't panic. When you're done, go to the” nameless ”and they'll pay for it. I'll sign a note for you.”
With that, Su Ming took a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the wall.
”We have cassias, a New York Templar mage, who owes a certain amount of casting cost for his mission while traveling with the Supreme Master. He is allowed to report the actual cost and the supreme mage will die.”
When he finished, he went to the small card in the strong wind on the roof, put the white note in his pocket, and patted his hand on the pocket to indicate the other party's peace of mind.
In fact, the nameless are also very thirsty. They were originally a group of ascetic monks who volunteered to help the Supreme Master to share the cost of casting as their own practice, and in exchange for living in Kamata Taj for free.
Physical and mental pain for them means worldly detachment. When they feel all the pain in the world and die in pain, they can go to the bliss. This is their creed.
Kamata Taj is located in the southern foot of the Himalayas. As a magic shrine, it also has underground buildings inside the mountain, such as dungeons for holding experimental objects, warehouses for storing dangerous goods, and temples for unknown people.
The group of people did not know what kind of Buddhist monks they believed in. They might be a sect of Tantra, or even a cult. Anyway, they drink, eat meat, marry and have children. The only way to practice is to share the cost of casting for others.
In other parts of the world, most of the monks beat themselves with cane or leather whip, or they practice dry arm Zen. But how can the cost of casting a spell come with conventional methods? You don't have to open your stomach to feel the burning pain.