Chapter 1192 The Lord of the Black Mist Is Coming

Threads of black mist emerged from the surroundings, and a palpitating coercion descended from the sky.

The sound of wind and muffled thunder outside the window seemed to be completely swallowed up, and the whole church was terribly silent.

All the believers stared blankly at the scene in front of them, and it was difficult for them to recover from the sudden change.

High Priest Tasink suddenly raised his head and stared at the dim red altar in front of him.

The wrinkled old face was full of surprise, and there was an unbelievable look in the deeply sunken eyes.

The great immortal Lord of the Black Mist actually answered their prayers.

The Black Mist Sect has carried out many summoning rituals in the past years.

In their view, the so-called ninth natural disaster is nothing more than this.

As a humble believer of the gods, all you need to do is to offer the most sincere faith.

"Great Lord of Black Mist, welcome your arrival!"

Tassenk knelt down, his words full of fanaticism and a little untraceable fear.

This is like a mad believer seeing the true god they believe in come into the world.

A whispered voice sounded, which was issued by the believers in black robes.

In the Black Mist Sect, naturally not everyone completely believes in the existence of the Lord of the Black Mist.

More, it is profit driven.

This prayer ceremony more or less contains a little such meaning.

The Black Mist believers gathered here with the help of the summoning ceremony, praying for the coming of the gods.

As for Tasink, who is the high priest, it is naturally the same.

People, no matter what, they are pursuing interests.

Why do believers believe in gods?

Nothing more than the gods can give them forbidden things, or have sustenance on their own spirits.

A thick black mist filled the church, and the air seemed to be stagnant.

People were silent, most of them had expressions of awe and fear on their faces.

Only Tassenk's slightly frantic voice echoed in the empty church.

"The immortal existence of different latitudes, the controller of the boundless black mist, please come to the miracle..."

The invisible coercion seemed to be a lot stronger, and it became difficult to breathe.

It was as if Duke Ye was fond of dragons. Even if he was a god on weekdays, when the god appeared, fear inevitably filled his heart.

The black mist condensed, and a tall figure appeared in the field of vision.

He transcends time and space, and his place is the center of the world.

He seems to have just appeared there, and seems to have always been there.

The concept of time is now confused and the rules are twisted.

"The great Lord of the Black Mist..."

Tassenk's body was tense, he could feel the gaze of the great existence 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 Black Mist.

Time has been extended infinitely at this moment, just a few seconds, but it gave him the feeling of a long time in the past.

When the invisible eyes moved away, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

The cold sweat soaked the clothes on his body long ago, and it was extremely sticky and uncomfortable.

Those ordinary believers also knelt down at this time.

Frightened face.

The legendary true god, the Lord of the Black Mist, actually came here.

There are many sacrificial ceremonies held in the gods, but very few of the Lords of the Black Mist really answer the call.

The closest is decades ago.

Especially when the ninth natural disaster came, the strange thing called Honkai appeared in this world, and the existence of gods was even more convinced by countless people.

Luo Chuan was tightly wrapped in black mist, and in other perspectives provided by the system, he could clearly see his own appearance.

The black mist human figure several meters high, and the black mist that is like a substance is still surging around.

Just like the evil god recorded in the scriptures.

Tsk, I didn't expect to have a cameo boss in this different world.

The high priest of the prayer ceremony is of good strength, similar to the customers of the coffee shop.

According to Ke Luo's strength level, he is still close to being a true legend.

Also known as the half-step legend.

Tasink swallowed.

The greed before the sacrificial ceremony has long 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 priest of the Black Mist Holy See, Tassenk has read countless books about the Lord of the Black Mist.

In the records, the Lord of the Black Mist is a god who lives in different latitudes.

The stars disillusioned with his breath, the laws twisted with his babble.

Wherever he is, it is the realm of black mist.

His appearance looks like a black cloud, and the depths of it flash with thunder and lightning that can destroy everything.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the fear in his heart.

"The great Lord of the Black Mist, I present to you the treasures lost in ancient times."

Tassenk's voice trembled a little. He was the closest to the altar, and the pressure he was under was extremely terrifying.

Thinking about it, even those high-level extraordinary people can't bear it at all.

As for praying for the gift of the Lord of the Black Mist...

It has long been thrown out of the sky.

According to rumors, the Lord of the Black Mist is endless.

source of disaster.

And the thinking of the gods, how can mortals be able to spy.

In the history of Kolo, there are many daring guys trying to spy on the forbidden knowledge of the gods.

As a result, it was miserable.

Nothing more than being turned into a madman by knowledge that cannot be understood by mortals, or assimilated by those strange energies.

The things of the gods, even if they are domestic garbage, fall into the hands of mortals and cause great harm.

As for the surrounding Black Mist believers, occasionally there are a few daring ones who dare to take a few glances.

The heart is full of awe and surrender, and those unsteady beliefs have been completely solidified at this time.

Most of the thoughts are like this:

The Lord of the Black Mist recorded in the ancient books actually exists!

Luo Chuan listened to the words of the head of the believer and looked around.

His eyes finally landed on his feet, where a yellow metal plate lay.

Pick it up and look at it, there are some strange symbols inscribed on it.

Weird, can't understand.

Like obscure magical inscriptions.

Luo Chuan picked it up, weighed it, and it was quite weighty.

And then, what to do next?

Luo Chuan touched his chin.

Just go back like this?

It feels a bit anticlimactic.

He is a god now!

Although it is not genuine, it is much better than the original!

The genuine "Lord of the Black Mist" is his pet!

Then again, what to do next?

The air seemed to be frozen, and the whispered conversation disappeared.

Everyone was silent, waiting anxiously for the Lord of the Black Mist

next action.

For a time, the air in the church seemed to be frozen.

Tasink breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the metal plate submerged in the black mist, which meant that the Lord of the Black Mist accepted their sacrifice.

After kneeling for a while, I saw the Lord of the Black Mist, but he didn't mean to leave.

He suddenly understood.