[Chapter 1192 The Lord of Black Mist Arrives 2/2]
“The great Lord of the Black Mist, I present to you the rare treasures that were lost in ancient times.”
Tasenko’s voice was trembling. He was the closest to the altar, and the pressure he endured was extremely terrifying.
Thinking about it, even those high-level extraordinary beings couldn’t bear it at all.
As for praying for the Lord of Black Mist’s favors…
they have long been forgotten.
According to rumors, the Lord of Black Mist is the source of endless disasters.
Moreover, mortals cannot spy on the thoughts of gods.
In the history of Koro, there are many daring people who try to spy on the forbidden knowledge of the gods.
The result is miserable.
It is nothing more than being turned into a madman by knowledge that cannot be understood by mortals, or being assimilated by those weird energies.
Things belonging to gods, even household garbage, can cause great harm if they fall into the hands of mortals.
As for the Black Mist Cultists around, occasionally a few were brave enough to take a look.
My heart is filled with awe and surrender, and those unsteady beliefs have been completely solidified at this time.
Most of the thoughts in my mind are as follows:
The Lord of the Black Mist recorded in the ancient books actually exists!
Luochuan listened to the words of the believer leader and looked around.
His eyes finally landed on his feet, where a yellow metal plate lay.
I picked it up and looked at it. There were some strange symbols engraved on it.
It’s weird and I can’t understand it.
Like obscure magical inscriptions.
Luo Chuan picked it up and weighed it. It was quite heavy.
Then, what to do next?
Luo Chuan touched his chin.
Just go back like this?
It feels a little bit anticlimactic.
He is a god now!
Although it is not genuine, it is much better than genuine!
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 conversations disappeared.
Everyone was silent, waiting nervously for
the next move of the Lord of the Black Mist.
For a moment, the air in the church seemed to be frozen.
Tasenko breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the metal plate submerged in the black mist, which meant that the Lord of the Black Mist accepted their sacrifices.
After kneeling for a while, he saw that the Lord of Black Mist still had no intention of leaving.
He suddenly understood.
(End of this chapter)
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