According to the church’s ancient books, the Lord of the Black Mist is a **** associated with the world.

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

Every time I respond to a believer's call, various major events will happen.

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

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

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

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

Although the Black Mist Church hasn't been greatly affected, the disaster that swept Kolo is still fresh in my memory.

Is there any connection between the Ninth Natural Disaster and the Lord of the Black Mist? Is this coming to destroy the entire world?

Countless thoughts appeared in Tasenk's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he became afraid, he still bite the bullet and suppressed these guesses in his heart.

"The great immortal existence, the Lord of the Black Mist, who will live forever in the world, please descend your God's Domain and let the world follow your will."

Tasenke bowed to the ground and shouted devoutly.

The original little thought has long been consumed in the boundless coercion, now only awe and fear are left.

"The great immortal existence, the Lord of the Black Mist, who lives forever, please drop your oracle and let the world follow your will."

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

Originally, they all gathered here because of the upcoming Wanhua Fair held by Saint Nicholas, with different identities.

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

Although joining the Black Mist Church, I more or less believed 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 the gods...

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

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

At that time, they clashed with those lunatic annihilators, and they retreated in the midst of the loss, and they could only pray for the Lord of the Black Mist to come.

This is recorded in ancient books.

【...Under the attack of the Annihilators, the magic shield engraved on the building flickered brightly.

The hopeless Black Mist Cultists called their gods at a moment of despair, and the Lord of the Black Mist responded to their prayers.

The thick black mist gathered from all directions, and the annihilationists in the legendary realm could not resist at all, and it 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.

It is impossible to describe the world in words. Although it is a quick glance, it is unforgettable.

The existence of the Lord of the Black Mist has surpassed what a mortal can imagine. The stars disappear with his breathing, and the space shatters with his activities...]

For Asanos, this is just a trivial matter.

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

So he intervened.

Luo Chuan was a little puzzled looking at these believers who suddenly became noisy.

oracle? What is that?

With doubts and curiosity, he contacted Asanos.

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

Luo Chuan thought for a while, feeling that he had guessed the reason.

In all likelihood, it was something that Athanos did when he came.

I don't know what these believers have given their brains.

Speaking of this, Luochuan has a lot of experience.

According to Yao Ziyan, his identity in the minds of customers has gone far.

Like some ancient powerhouse who has already transcended reincarnation, the peak practitioner of another dimension, the master of the outside world...

All in all, it's messy.

Luo Chuan rolled his eyes when he heard it. These were all weird names.

He didn't even know that he could have so many tall identities.

The two worlds have reached a consensus in this regard.

When Yao Ziyan said, his smile couldn't help.

Then again, these believers asked him to leave an oracle, what is better to say?

Luo Chuan fell into entanglement.

Suddenly, there was a bit of evil in my heart for no reason.historical

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

Forget it, the bad taste is a bit too much.

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

He decided to fool around.

The sound passed through the black fog and turned into chaotic chatter of the gods.

Although they didn't understand what was being said at all, all the followers, including Tasenke, did not dare to ask more.

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

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

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

After the flicker, Luochuan also lost interest.

I suddenly thought of something and smiled.

Back in the coffee shop, the coffee on the table still has warmth.

Luochuan glanced outside the store, it seemed that it was raining.

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

Big raindrops hit the window, making dull noises.

The terrifying coercion disappeared, and Tasenk looked up at the altar ahead.

What happened just now made him feel extremely unreal.

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

After taking a deep breath, the fear that had been suppressed came to my heart completely.

He felt his body trembling slightly.

"Praise the great Lord of the Dark Mist!"

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

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

After a short silence, there were waves of depressed 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 strengthened their beliefs.

The true god!

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

Some believers came to Tasenk's side, and their words were full of awe.

Being able to communicate with the Lord of the Black Mist can already explain a lot of things.

The existence of the Black Mist Church has many big figures behind it, such as those nobles.

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

The most important thing is the gift of the gods in the legend, which may be able to make people live forever!

"The Lord of the Black Mist is not something that mortals like us can arbitrarily discuss." Tasenko said solemnly.

"Yes, yes." The disciples nodded repeatedly, expressing full awe for the patriarch who can communicate with the Lord of the Black Mist.

Tasenk 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."

Harmony sounded around him, and his eyes were full of awe.

Tasenk curled up his mouth slightly.

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