"Phoenix!"
"Phoenix!"
"Phoenix!"
The sound of calling kept coming from the distance, and Phoenix felt like he saw many faces.
Some he knew, and many more he didn't.
People called his name, prayed to him, and begged him.
There were also people who were insulting him and blaming him.
He spurned him and taught those strangers the way to seal demons.
The boundless darkness shrouded Phoenix, and he was like a little light trapped in the darkness, about to be completely swallowed up.
At this time, a special splendor suddenly shrouded the endless darkness.
It enveloped Phoenix and fixed him in darkness. The spread of darkness failed to completely swallow Phoenix.
But if he gives up on his own, then that special glory will also be broken.
On the endlessly raging sea, a large number of ships lined up in a long queue, heading towards the giant Leviathan carrying the New World.
At the fort built on the shore, the monks belonging to the City Alliance were looking at the distant sea with telescopes.
The big ships were crowded with people, and everyone's face showed the confusion of leaving home, the desire for a new life, and the hatred and anger that could not be concealed.
From the huge waves in the deep sea, one can see that the scales and claws leaked out from time to time. These large ships were escorted by the beast messengers.
"Elder! Do you want to... fire a cannon?" A monk from the Yuqi Sect had a cold light in his eyes, and then whispered to his elder.
Snapped!
He slapped the monk hard on the face.
"Whose disciple are you?"
"Tell me...who is your master?" The face of the elder of the Yuqi Sect was covered with frost.
If they fire at this time... what's the difference between them and the demon disciples of the Demon Sect?
An elder of the Xinghe Sect said: "According to the original plan, these people will be separated as much as possible and then sent to various city-states. Those who lead the rebellion will be given the most dangerous jobs and let them die in battle. This is With one opportunity to absorb so many people, our New World will completely become the center of the world."
Obviously this Galaxy Sect elder is still very optimistic about the problem.
The first ship docked and the landing began.
The monks of the righteous sects who had been prepared long ago tried their best to put smiles on their faces.
The righteous disciples responsible for reception and arrangements at this time were all good-tempered, patient and calm-minded.
In this way, conflicts can be avoided to the greatest extent possible at the landing port.
boom!
A cannon was suddenly lit.
The roaring artillery hit a cruise ship full of refugees.
In the huge wind and waves, the already overwhelmed cruise ship began to tilt.
Large numbers of refugees were pushed into the sea.
Monsters lingering on the bottom of the sea, and refugees about to fall into the sea, instantly gnawed down to their bones and dregs.
"Who fired the cannon... Who fired the cannon...?" The monks in the City Alliance went crazy.
The monk who fired the cannon stood there in confusion, and then started to tremble all over.
He cannot bear this responsibility... This is not just a responsibility in another world, it will definitely affect reality.
"Don't embarrass him. He is controlled by some kind of mind-taking method. Someone is hiding among us with ulterior motives... But at this time, we can't search and investigate in a big way. All artillery will be used. Dismantle and then collect the offensive weapons. Everyone... retreat five hundred meters and believe that the disciples responsible for reception will handle it properly." Among the monks, the elder of the Galaxy Sect said.
However, as if he was against him, his words had not yet fully come to fruition.
At the dock where they landed, another conflict broke out.
During the push, a monk from the Beast Control Sect accidentally pushed an old man holding a child into the sea, which became the trigger of the conflict.
The angry crowd overturned the righteous monks who wanted to communicate nicely with them.
For many ordinary aborigines, aliens are aliens, and there is no distinction between good and evil.
It was the aliens who drove them away from their homes. It was the aliens who destroyed their lives, imprisoned the Giant of Light, and turned Phoenix into ruins.
This kind of hatred has been swirling in people's hearts and has never been relieved.
The rioting crowd, with the support and encouragement of thoughtful people, began to attack the pier.
The monks who were originally responsible for maintaining law and order, guiding and arranging were attacked by the angry crowd and brutally killed.
People carried the heads of the monks and hung them on tall wooden poles, and then shouted various slogans.
The expressions of the righteous monks who were looking away from the distance changed drastically.
Although they will basically not die, how can they bear it when they see their fellow disciples being killed like this and their heads hung on wooden poles?
The monks who were responsible for the reception were all good-tempered and good-natured people.
Such people are often very popular within the sect.
"Damn... Do you really think you dare not kill these untouchables for rebelling against them?" A monk from the Beast Control Sect said angrily.
He was speaking out the thoughts of many monks.
No matter how they whitewash and disguise it, in the urban alliance...the immigrant aborigines from the Old World are untouchables.
"Everyone... I want to avenge my senior brother Zhao... Who can go with me if your blood has not yet cooled?" A monk from the Sword Sect roared, completely ignoring the scolding of his elders.
This is the case with sword correction. If you have any intention in your heart, you should express it directly.
"I'll wait! I'll wait with my senior brother!" A large number of young monks in the crowd responded.
"Bastard! What do you want to do?"
"Have you spoiled the City Alliance's plan and allowed those despicable Ten Demon Sect demon thieves to steal our achievements?" Amidst loud scoldings, the impulsive young monks were stopped by the elders.
There were lumps of earth on the ground.
A flesh-colored, fleshy flower bloomed from the soil bag, and a human face actually grew out of the flower.
"After the high-level decision of the city alliance, all cities will refuse to accept these immigrants."
"While denying them food, drinking water and cold-weather clothing."
"In five days at most, the giant Leviathan will completely enter the pole. The cold will make these people more honest."
Faces dispersed among the flowers.
But the flesh-colored flowers that originally looked delicate began to wither.
In the blink of an eye, it turned yellow.
"In that case... let nature devour them!"
"These ungrateful immigrants from the Old World, maybe they think this is a kind place?" Some monks sneered.
But more monks had complicated expressions.
Morality, self-interest, and the resentment of the same enemy who killed his fellow disciples are all mixed together.
Pity and disgust, hatred, hatred and sympathy... constitute a complex emotion.
Reverberating around.
The Sword Sect monk who had stood up and wanted to lead the young monks out roared and broke the sword in his hand.
"Elder! I won't hang out here anymore. I've saved up enough plot points. I'm going to the world of high martial arts!" After saying that, he directly redeemed the cross-border quota, then gave up the strength and ability he had gained and shuttled away.
