Chapter 1193 No One Knows the Lord of the Black Mist Better than Me

According to the ancient records of the church, the Lord of the Black Mist is the god associated with the world.

He is detached from time and space and exists independently of the real world.

Every time a believer's call is answered, something big happens.

It seems that this time, it should be the case.

After all, in the entire Black Mist Church, no one knows the Lord of the Black Mist better than him.

Could it be the ninth natural disaster? Tasink guessed in his heart.

A few years ago, the ninth natural disaster came, and the collapse appeared, and the disaster caused by any words seemed pale.

Although the Church of the Black Mist was not greatly affected, the disaster that swept Kolo was still fresh in his memory.

Could it be that the ninth natural disaster has something to do with the Lord of the Black Mist? Is this coming to destroy the whole world?

Numerous thoughts appeared in Tassenk's heart, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, and he still pressed the guesswork to the bottom of his heart.

"The great immortal being, the Lord of the Black Mist who lives forever in the world, please descend to your divine domain and let the world run according to your will."

Tasink bowed to the ground and shouted reverently.

The original little thought has long since been exhausted by the boundless coercion, and now only awe and fear remain.

"The great immortal being, the Lord of the Black Mist who lives forever in the world, please send down your oracle and let the world run according to your will."

The rest of the believers also spoke up, with a little fanaticism in their words.

Originally, they all gathered here because of the upcoming Ten Thousand Flowers Expo in Sannia, with different identities.

As for offering sacrifices to the Lord of the Black Mist, it's just an excuse.

Although he joined the Black Mist Church, he believed more or less in the legendary Black Mist.

But the biggest purpose of participating in sacrifices is to exchange benefits.

Coupled with a little curiosity, I want to see the true face of God...

Originally, Tasink didn't have any confidence in this sacrifice.

After all, decades have passed since the last time the Lord of the Black Mist came.

At that time, they clashed with the maddened annihilation cultists, and they were losing ground in defeat, and they could only pray for the coming of the Lord of the Black Mist.

It is recorded in ancient books.

[…Under the attack of the Obliteration Cultists, the magical shield engraved on the building flickered on and off.

The Black Mist believers, who had no way out, called for the gods they believed in when they were on the verge of despair, and the Lord of the Black Mist answered their prayers.

The thick ink-like black mist gathered from all directions, and the annihilation believers in the legendary realm could not resist at all, and they turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

As far as we can see, there is a thick black mist. At this moment, we have come to the realm of immortal gods.

There are no words to describe this world, although it is a fleeting glimpse, it is unforgettable.

The existence of the Lord of the Black Mist has surpassed what mortals can imagine, the stars are disillusioned with his breath, and the space is broken with his activities... 】

To Athanos, it was a trivial matter.

It's like being bored and accidentally seeing a domestic pet arguing with someone else's pet.

So I stepped in.

Luo Chuan looked at these suddenly noisy believers, a little confused.

oracle? What is that?

With doubts and curiosity, I contacted Athanos.

The response given by the latter is also very simple, He doesn't know anything.

Luo Chuan thought about it and felt that he had guessed the reason.

Nine times out of ten, Athanos did something when he came.

I don't know what it is like to be supplemented by these believers.

Speaking of which, Luo Chuan had a very good experience.

According to Yao Ziyan, his identity in the minds of customers is too much.

Like some ancient powerhouse who has long been detached from reincarnation, a peak cultivator of a different dimension, the master of an alien world...

All in all, a mess.

Luo Chuan rolled his eyes when he heard it, these are all strange names.

He didn't even know that he could have such a high status.

The two worlds have reached a consensus on this.

When Yao Ziyan said it, she couldn't help but smile.

Then again, these believers asked him to leave an oracle, what would be better?

Luo Chuan was in a tangle.

All of a sudden, there was a little bit of bad taste in my heart for no reason.

"Stupid mortals, you have summoned the great Lord of the Black Mist, and you must fulfill a wish for me."

Forget it, the wickedness is a bit over the top.

Suppressing the messy thoughts, Luo Chuan thought for a long time and didn't know what to say.

He decided to fool around.

The voice passed through the black fog and turned into the chaotic ravings of the gods.

Although they didn't understand what they were saying, all the believers, including Tasink, didn't dare to ask more.

The scene of the coming of the Lord of the Black Mist left an indelible impression in their hearts.

Luo Chuan didn't say anything, just played a recording of Asanos.

It seemed to be a sleep talk or something, and then it was treated harmlessly.

After the flickering, Luo Chuan also lost interest.

Suddenly thinking of something, he smiled.

Back in the coffee shop, the coffee on the table was still warm.

Luo Chuan glanced outside the store, it seemed that it was raining.

In the church, when the dark fog dissipated, the sound of wind and muffled thunder came in.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the window, making a dull sound.

The terrifying pressure disappeared, and Tassenk looked up at the altar in front.

What happened just now gave him a very unreal feeling.

The great Lord of the Black Mist actually responded to their sacrifice and showed miracles.

Taking a deep breath, the fear that had been suppressed completely flooded into my heart at this time.

He felt his body trembling slightly.

"Praise the great Lord of the Black Mist!"

"The Lord of the Black Mist actually did a miracle!"

"I feel like I'm still dreaming now..."

After a brief silence, there were bursts of muffled exclamations in the empty church.

Most of these believers were in a state of semi-belief in the Lord of the Black Mist, but now they have completely firmed their beliefs.

A true god!

"Master Tasink, you actually let the Lord of Black Mist come!"

A believer came to Tasink's side, and his words were full of awe.

Being able to communicate with the Lord of the Black Mist has already explained a lot of things.

The existence of the Black Mist Church has originally had the intervention of many big figures, such as those nobles.

The real existence of gods is enough to make them crazy.

The most important thing is the gift of the legendary gods, which may give people eternal life!

"The Lord of the Black Mist is not something we mortals can talk about." Tassenk urged with a solemn expression.

"Yes yes yes." The believers nodded again and again, expressing full awe for the headmaster who can communicate with the Lord of the Black Mist.

Tasink looked around, and a slightly hoarse voice echoed in the church: "Everyone, the Lord of the Black Mist knows our existence, and we have not been forgotten."

There were bursts of echoes around him, and the eyes looking at him were full of awe.

Tasink slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

After all, no one knows the Lord of the Black Mist better than him.