Chapter 1192: Lord of the Black Mist comes

A strand of black mist emerged from the surroundings, and a palpitating coercion fell from the sky.
The wind and muffled thunder outside the window seemed to be completely swallowed up, and the whole church was terribly quiet.
All the believers stared at the scene in front of them in a daze, and it was difficult for a while to get over the sudden change.
The high priest Tasenk suddenly raised his head and stared at the dim red light in front of the altar.
The wrinkled old face was full of surprise, and the deeply sunken eye sockets carried an unbelievable look.
The great immortal being, Lord of the Black Mist, actually responded to their prayers.
The Black Mist Sect has conducted many summoning rituals in the past years.
In their view, the so-called Ninth Natural Disaster is nothing more than that.
As a humble believer of the gods, all you need to do is to offer the most sincere faith.
"Great Lord of the Black Mist, welcoming you!"
Tasenk bowed down, his words were full of fanaticism, and a little unrecognizable fear.
This is like a fanatic who saw the true he believed in came to the world.
The whispering whispering sounded, which was made by the believers in black robes.
In the Black Mist Sect, naturally not everyone fully believes in the existence of the Lord of the Black Mist.
More, it is driven by interests.
This prayer ceremony more or less contained a little such meaning.
The Black Mist Cultists gathered here through the summoning ceremony, praying for the coming of the gods.
As for Tasenk, who is the high priest, it is naturally the same.
People, no matter how they are, they are pursuing interests.
Why do believers believe in gods?
It is nothing more than the gods can give them things that are taboo, or have sustenance on their own spirit.
Thick black mist filled the church, and the air seemed to be stagnant.
People were silent, mostly with awe and fear on their faces.
Only the somewhat crazy voice of Tassen Knali echoed in the empty church.
"The immortal existence of different latitudes, the master of the boundless black mist, please come to the miracle..."
The invisible coercion seemed to be a lot stronger, and breathing became a little difficult.
It seems that Ye Gong is a good dragon, even if he is a on weekdays, but when the appears, fear inevitably fills his heart.
The black mist condensed, and a tall figure appeared in the field of vision.
He transcends time and space, where he is at the center of the world.
He seems to have just appeared there, and it seems to have always been there.
The concept of time is confused at this moment, and the rules become distorted.
"The Great Lord of the Black Mist..."
Tasenk's body was tense, he could feel the gaze of the great being falling on him, and the blood seemed to stop flowing.
He lowered his head deeply, not daring to look directly at the face of the Lord of the Black Mist.
The time was extended indefinitely at this moment, just a few seconds, but it gave him the feeling of a long time in the past.
When the invisible gaze was removed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The cold sweat had already soaked the clothes on his body, making it slimy and extremely uncomfortable.
The ordinary believers also knelt down at this time.
Looks terrified.
The legendary true Black Mist Lord, actually really came here.
There are many sacrificial rituals held in the cult, but the Lord of the Black Mist really responds to the call.
The most recent one was decades ago.
Especially when the ninth natural disaster came, that kind of weird thing called collapse appeared in this world, and the existence of gods was even more convinced by countless people.
Luo Chuan was wrapped tightly by the black fog, and he could clearly see what he looked like in the other perspectives provided by the system.
The black mist human figure is several meters high, and the black mist is still surging around his body.
Just like the evil recorded in the scriptures.
Hey, I didn't expect to be a villain boss in this different world.
The high priest of this prayer ritual is good, about the same as the customers of the coffee shop.
Divided according to Kolo's strength level, he is still close to the true legend.
Also known as the half-step legend.
Tasenk swallowed.
The greed before the sacrificial ceremony has long since disappeared, and now he only hopes that the Lord of the Black Mist will leave soon.
Under this terrifying pressure, he felt that his blood was about to freeze.
As a sacrifice to the Black Mist Vatican, Tasenk has read countless books about the Lord of the Black Mist.
In the records, the lord of the black mist is a who lives in different latitudes of time and space.
The stars disillusioned with his breath, and the law twisted with his babble.
Wherever he is, it is the realm of black mist.
His appearance looked like a black cloud, with lightning shining deep enough to destroy everything.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the fear in his heart.
"The great Lord of the Black Mist, presents to you the treasures lost in the ancient times."
Tasenk's voice trembled a little, the closest to the altar, the pressure he was under was extremely terrifying.
Even those high-level transcendents couldn't bear it at all.
As for praying for the Lord of Black Mist's gifts...
It has long been thrown out of the sky.
According to the rumors, the Lord of the Black Mist is the source of endless disasters.
Moreover, the thinking of the gods can be spied by mortals.
In Korot's history, there are many brave guys trying to pry on the taboo knowledge of the gods.
It turned out to be miserable.
It is nothing more than being turned into a lunatic by knowledge that cannot be understood by mortals, or assimilated by those weird energies.
God's things, even domestic garbage, can cause great harm in the hands of mortals.
And the surrounding Black Mist Cultists occasionally had a few bold ones who dared to take a look.
His heart is full of awe and surrender, and those who are not firm beliefs have been completely consolidated at this time.
Most of the thoughts in my mind are this:
The Lord of the Black Mist recorded in ancient books actually exists!
Luo Chuan looked around as he listened to the head of the believer.
The line of sight finally fell to his feet, where a yellow metal plate lay.
I picked it up and looked at it. Some strange symbols were engraved on it.
Strange, I can't understand.
Like an obscure magic inscription.
Luo Chuan picked it up and squeezed it, which was quite substantial.
Then, what to do next?
Luo Chuan stroked his chin.
Just go back?
It feels a bit anticlimactic.
He is a now!
Although it is not genuine, it is much better than genuine!
The genuine "Lord of the Black Mist" is his pet!
Now that we are back, what should we do next?
The air seemed to be frozen, and the whispered conversation disappeared.
Everyone was silent, waiting nervously for the Lord of the Black Mist
The next action.
For a while, the air in the church seemed to be frozen.
Tasenke breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the metal plate submerged in the black mist, which indicated that the Lord of the Black Mist had accepted their sacrifice.
After kneeling for another meeting, I saw the Lord of the Black Mist but didn't mean to leave.
He suddenly understood.