Night Raven Master

Chapter 487
(Should be Chapter 480 of [-], wrongly typed)

On the other side of the dead city of Lawrence, which was shrouded in black mist, a group of people dressed in desert style were gathering in front of the black mist.

"My lord, this black mist is weird!" a man asked respectfully towards the person in front.

"This is the power of the evil god."

The hot sand priest with sun-like tattoos on his body has a dazzling light in his eyes.

He can be sure that the strange black mist covering the city is the power of the evil god.

As the judge of the priest, as the god of the sphinx, that is, the priest of the god of hot sand, he can keenly detect the breath of the dead coming from the ancient capital of Lorance...

He had an inexplicable feeling that the black hand who had usurped the authority of death, released this terrifying black mist and wiped out the entire city, was a greater threat to God of Steam Sand.

Even the light was swallowed by the black mist.

"I will clear the way for my god!" The priest clenched the god's emblem hanging on his chest with his right hand. The sun-like emblem sent heat that made him more determined.

"But this black mist..." the man next to him couldn't help hesitating, looking at the expression of the priest and then at the black mist.

In front of him, the black mist covering the entire city could not be seen no matter which direction he looked.

The strange black mist is like a huge city gate, rejecting the peeping of all outsiders.It also sealed all danger and evil in the city.

No one knows what will happen once these black fogs rage.

And the black mist is still spreading, that is to say, there is something inside that is releasing the black mist.

They need to eliminate the source of the black mist.

However, if they are going to enter the city, then they must deal with the black mist.
Now, the only way is to pray for the blessing of my god's power, and before the power given by my god is exhausted, enter the city and solve the source of the black mist.

However, the problem came again, and it was not known where the source of the black mist was.

It can only be searched in a blanket manner.

Thinking of this, a church could not help appearing in his mind——

Church of Eight Limbs.

Recently, there are rumors everywhere that the Church of Eight Limbs has regained the blessing of the gods, and the god of eight limbs, the god "Weaver of Destiny", has come again.

However, this is not the most important thing. The Eight-Limb Church has been included in the category of evil gods a long time ago, and the Eight-Limb Church that is alive again has not spread anything related to prophecy.

And the great priest also said that the eight-legged god has been deprived of the power of prophecy.

The Destiny Weaver of Fate is no longer able to weave fate.

And according to the oracle sent by the god Yinjin Mentor and the god Mrs. Black Rose to the church under his command, it is said that this is the conspiracy of the Duke of the Blood Tree, and the series of evil things committed by the fate weaver before are all the conspiracy of the Duke of the Blood Tree. However, the Destiny Weaver of the Gods was coerced before. Through the power of prophecy, he sensed the danger and was forced to replace the Duke of Blood Tree.

Even, not only the Destiny Weaver, but also many other gods returning to nothingness in the past are related to the Duke of Blood Tree.

Evil God, no, Great Evil God.

But now, all the gods are chasing and killing the Duke of the Blood Tree. As their affiliation, the churches under the command of the gods are all hostile to the Duke of the Blood Tree.

As for the Church of the Eight-Limbed God, although some churches chose to reconcile, some churches of gods, headed by the Order of Magicians, still remain hostile to the Eight-Limbed God.

It is impossible to count on the church of the eight-legged god.

The person next to him looked at the motionless priest, scratched his head, and glanced in the direction of the black mist. After a look of fear appeared in his eyes, he hesitated for a moment, and summoned up his courage to say:
"That... my lord priest."

"you can go now."

The Steamwheedle priest glanced at him.

Hearing the words of the hot sand priest, the man blinked, and asked again in disbelief: "Can I really go?"

"Ah."

"Thank you Priest! Thank you Priest!"

The man who was sent here, who was one of the leaders of the Church of the Gods in Lorance, immediately turned and left without looking back.

"Master Priest..." The priest of the Hot Sand Temple glanced at the man who was leaving at an accelerated pace, and narrowed his eyes.

"Don't worry about him..." Priest Hot Sand turned to look at the black mist.

"This operation is too dangerous. If we are destroyed, without me to help him relieve the heat sand beetle, the heat sand beetle will fly back to the heat sand empire and convey our matter to the great priest."

There was no mercy in the eyes of the hot sand priest.

Hearing his words, the priest nodded, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

However, even though it was revealed in the words that this action was a life-and-death crisis, no one in the team of the Steam Sand Temple left.

Maybe it's because he is familiar with the horrible punishment of the trial priest, or maybe it's because of his fanatical belief in the gods.

They stared at the black mist with determined eyes.

The next moment, the hot sand priest had already raised his staff and swung it forward.

The howling, scorching hot and dry storm erupted at this instant, and everyone could clearly see the materialized sand-yellow storm engulfing the hot sand.It froze and roared forward like a lion-like beast.

The phantom of the god's servant, the hot sand sphinx, slammed headlong into the black mist, and the claws that could tear apart the desert slammed heavily on the thick black mist.

With a loud "boom", the seemingly inseparable black mist began to shake, and the hot sand formed by the flames and storms tore a hole.

Numerous triple storms formed by hot sand, storms, and flames erupted in the black mist. The scorching flame storm turned into the sharp teeth of a lion, biting the black mist that was split in half in front of it.

And the black mist also seemed to have an entity, and it made a teeth-stinging sound under the phantom of the hot sand sphinx.

All the priests smiled:
"The hot sand sphinx is a sacred beast raised by our god. Even if it is a phantom, it is impossible for the evil god to resist!"

However, when they said these words, they saw that the black mist in front of them began to distort and shatter, and gaps spread rapidly.

It wasn't destroyed by the outside, but inside, inside the black mist, something was there, attacking outward.

The exploding black mist surged and spread to the surroundings, even the phantom of the Hot Sand Sphinx was enveloped by the black mist, roaring in pain.

And all this is but a blink of an eye in the eyes of everyone.

In the next moment, a dry, pitch-black, huge, straw-like withered palm stretched out from the black mist, grabbing the head of the Hot Sand Sphinx.

boom! ! !
The flames and hot sand exploded, and then the phantom of the hot sand sphinx turned into fragments and flew around.

Then—it was intercepted by the gushing black mist, and nothing was left to be pulled into the black mist.

(End of this chapter)