[Chapter 1195 The boss’s past 2/2]
Yao Ziyue suddenly sent him a message, which was a photo.
The river in the background was wide and gentle, with snowflakes all over the sky. The demon Ziyan was wearing a fluffy scarf and was looking over in confusion.
It looked like it was a snapshot, and the protagonist of the photo obviously didn’t know what was going on.
Luo Chuan smiled and replied full stop.
Regardless of whether Yao Ziyue understood what this meant or not, she threw the magic phone aside.
After dilly-dallying for so long, he could no longer keep his eyes open.
sleep.
As Luochuan closed his eyes, the lights in the room dimmed.
Blurred light filtered through the window, leaving hazy shadows on the floor.
Saintia.
It was raining heavily, the night was thick, and the sky was dark and empty.
There is only the noisy sound of rain in my ears. Being in such an environment, I feel like I am exiled from the whole world.
Hermann and Erhard held umbrellas and looked at the building not far away.
This is the suburb of Sannia, and the surrounding area is very desolate.
The church was the only building and looked lonely.
In this night, only blurry silhouettes can be seen, giving off a strange aura.
“The smell in the air… is terrifying.” Erhard looked at the building in the distance with a solemn expression.
He was drinking scented tea comfortably at the Dream Building Office, and then suddenly received news from the Black Mist Cultist.
Heman followed because of curiosity.
This is the helplessness of being a Knight Guard. Even if it is raining heavily outside, you still need to rush to the scene of the incident as soon as possible.
“The breath of the gods…” Herman whispered to himself. He turned to look at Erhard. “Is this the god that the Black Mist believers you just mentioned believe in?” “
Yes.” Erhard’s voice was filled with emotion. Helpless, “Who knew these guys actually summoned the Lord of the Black Mist? It’s my holiday…”
Erhard was still complaining, but Herman looked seriously and felt what the gods had left behind. breath.
It is so vast and majestic that people cannot think of any resistance, and only the thought of surrender remains in their hearts.
This was Herman’s first contact with the existence of gods.
He looked up at the mottled and primitive church and squinted his eyes.
Perhaps the legendary strong men are just slightly stronger ants in the eyes of these gods who have existed for endless years.
(End of chapter)
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