Going back in time a little, New York was on the battlefield, Avengers was talking to the time and space visitors, exchanging more detailed information.
At this time, the surviving people began to take to the streets. They hugged each other, jumped to celebrate, or used various methods to attack the Chitauri soldiers who were frozen in space.
Of course, more people were pulling people around to excitedly discuss the existence of the Samsara Realm and Nine Heavens and the things they could get inside.
Then, I don't know who took the lead. Some people began to kneel down and worship the Li Ge Dharma in the sky, showing piety and even fanaticism, as if they saw a belief that they could dedicate everything to.
"Praise be to you... the great Lord of Nine Heavens... the controller of the Samsara Realm... the god who spreads power..."
"Your will is our faith..."
"Your strength guides us..."
"Your generosity and kindness shine upon us..."
"Your dignity is indescribable..."
"Please allow us to call your name... immortal!"
"Fairy--!"
"Fairy--!"
"Fairy--!"
The chaotic prayers gradually became unified, and a solemn and sacred atmosphere began to pervade.
The message Li Ge left on Samsara Bracelet did not introduce himself in detail, but only left the code name he gave himself. Now, people began to shout his code name, and their voices became more pious and louder. It was like a recognition, a declaration, and a gathering of faith.
Avengers's conversation had disappeared unknowingly. They looked around in astonishment at those ordinary people who had experienced the persecution of Chitauri soldiers and who had just experienced the wonder of the Samsara Realm.
Their faces were full of piety and fanaticism, and the desire and greed in their eyes were so strong that they almost squeezed out their eyes. They were firmly connected to the sky and to the Dharma of Li Ge that oppressed the world, as if there was everything they wanted.
It was obviously a sacred prayer and kneeling, but those eyes were piercing like evil spirits.
On the streets of this dilapidated city, under the ruins and gunpowder smoke, under the death and wailing, under the fanatical and somewhat distorted faces of the people, what was uttered in the mouths were the most sacred words of praise. Although the voice was sharp, hoarse, and like crying, it was true prayer and faith from the heart.
Just like the suffering evil spirits in Hell, under the light of the gods, they twist, long for, and pray, and then spread their scarred palms, hoping to receive the mercy of the gods.
Avengers were shocked and quiet, and their eyes widened. They, who had been far away from ordinary people from the beginning, were frozen by this dazzling picture and forgot what they should do.
Tony, this Li Ge and Subordinate God, their mouths were trembling at this time. They were not afraid, but shocked, enlightened, and amazed.
His glassy eyes finally understood everything in the people's prayers. He looked up at the face of Li Ge drooping in the sky, which was calm and indifferent, even with a little immature young face, and murmured to himself, "Salvation in disaster... a display of power that overwhelms everything... the Samsara Realm experience that stirs up desire...Chitauri soldiers are compared with our threats..."
"You have plans, preparations, and actions... You deserve to be so strong... You are worthy of being my Tony Stark's Main God!"
Older Tony was right next to Tony. Although his words were soft, Older Tony heard them attentively. His eyes suddenly condensed, and he finally had a decision in his eyes as he looked at the sky.
Arale, an ordinary girl, is a small person living in the big city of New York.
It's normal that she is an orphan, just like those thousands of orphans, surviving in New York with difficulty.
She doesn't have a surname, and even her first name was chosen by herself after she matured a bit, based on the characters in the book.
She doesn't remember who her parents are, but there are some vague and incoherent images that always appear in Arale's dreams.
Alleys, dark nights, screams, loud noises, twisted and greedy faces, gentle voices of comfort, trembling but firm backs...
Arale also knew in her heart that this might be the reason why she had no parents, but this had no effect on her, because she was only two years old at that time, her memory was not clear, and she could not use these vague dream images as a basis to find the murderer.
Time is a ruthless thing. Parents may be what Arale once longed to have, but now they are obliterated by survival.
Only when I see other children accompanied by their parents while doing odd jobs, my heart will ripple.
Arale grew up in an orphanage, or survived.
In Marvel Universe, there are all kinds of strange organizations, and there are countless organizations that specialize in selecting members from orphanages.
In countries where capitalism is prevalent, there is always some money of unknown origin that needs a place to launder.
A charity is undoubtedly the best cover, especially orphanages. Weak children are the best to control. It only takes a little effort to make them starve to death, and then you can legitimately have a legal account.
Arale grew up in such an orphanage, eating boring food, wearing shabby clothes, sleeping together in a group, and occasionally having to act with the management.
But these are nothing, after all, she survived.
In order to make the orphanage look more normal, Arale also obtained the qualification to go to school. With meager support from the orphanage and donations from the society, she successfully entered high school.
It wasn't until he entered high school that Arale was horrified to discover that all orphans who had reached this age seemed to have been forced to join an organization called Hydra.
Hydra!
That is a demonic organization recorded in history. Why is it still there now, just with the same name?
Arale didn't dare to investigate. She was just a little girl. Where did she have the ability to resist them?
She was so frightened that even the orphans living with her couldn't believe it.
After going to school once, Arale never went back. She didn't dare to continue going to school and just stayed away.
In the following time, Arale could only maintain his survival by doing odd jobs here and there, carefully hiding himself.
She lived this kind of life for several years.
She thought her life would be like this, living quietly, secretly, and numbly.
But... she found out she was wrong.
The portal that penetrates the universe, the evil Chitauri soldiers, the powerful heroes, she experienced it all in a short period of time.
Then there are the majestic Dharma of Li Ge, the knowledge and experience of the Samsara Realm, the instillation of Nine Heavens and Samsara Realm information, and the methods of obtaining strength and resources.
Arale felt like he had fallen into a dream, and the dark world suddenly became full of life.
Li Ge's figure is full of her Mind Stone, great, kind, generous... handsome, Arale is addicted, obsessed, crazy, the blood rushes straight to her forehead, she is dizzy, and she feels that the hole deep in her heart is gushing out a steady stream of happiness.
In the Samsara Realm, Arale is frantically looking for copies, and then challenges again and again, fighting, getting injured, dying... and then succeeding.
In her gray-white world, she felt free and happy for the first time.
But now, when her consciousness returns to her physical body, when she sees the bracelet on her wrist, when she looks up at Li Ge's Dharma image, golden light softly falls on Arale's head and face.
There was an indescribable feeling that took root deep in Arale's heart, as if Mind Stone had taken refuge.
When she didn't know how to express it, Arale saw... there were many people looking up to the sky like her, and they gathered silently on the shabby streets.
The inexplicable attraction made Arale join them. She shouted and knelt down following the words of praise that someone didn't know who started it. Her movements were so natural.
A name echoed over the streets, "Xian!"