Night Crow Master

On the other side of Lorance, which was shrouded in black mist and already reduced to a dead city, a group of people dressed in desert winds gathered in front of the black mist.

"My lord, this black fog is weird!" a man respectfully asked the person in front of him.

"This is the power of the evil god."

The hot sand priest with tattoos like the sun on his body, his eyes gleamed with dazzling light.

He was certain that the strange black mist that enveloped this city was the power of the evil god.

As the judge of the priest, as the **** of the Sphinx, that is, the priest of the God of Hot Sand, he can keenly perceive the breath of the dead from within the long-distance city of Lorance...

He had an inexplicable feeling that compared to the gods who usurped the authority of death, he released this terrifying black fog and killed the black hands of the entire city, which is a greater threat to the **** of hot sand.

Even the light was swallowed by the black mist.

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

"But this black mist..." the man next to him, looking at the expression of the priest, glanced at the black mist, couldn't help but hesitate.

In front of me, the black fog that enveloped the entire city, no matter which direction I looked in, I couldn't see the edge.

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

No one knows what will happen once these black fog rages.

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

They need to eliminate the source of the black mist.

However, if they want to enter the city, then the black fog must be resolved...

Now, the only way is to pray for the blessing of my god's power and enter the city to solve the source of the black mist before the power given by my **** is exhausted.

However, the problem came again. I don't know where the black mist originated.

Only carpet search.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of a church--

Eight limbs church.

Recently, there have been rumors in various places that the eight-limbed church has regained the blessing of the gods, and the eight-limbed god, the **** "Weaver of Destiny", once again descended.

However, this is not the most important thing. The eight-limbed church was included in the category of evil gods a long time ago, and the eight-limbed church once again has not spread anything related to prophecy.

The great priest also said that the eight-limbed **** has been deprived of the power of prophecy.

The weaver of fate of the gods can no longer weave fate.

And according to the oracle that the **** Silver Ember Teacher and the **** Black Rose told the churches under his command, it is said that this is the conspiracy of the Duke of the Blood Tree. The previous series of evil things committed by the Destiny Weaver are the conspiracy of the Duke of the Blood Tree. Previously, the Destiny Weaver had been coerced. Through the power of prophecy, he sensed the danger and was forced to replace the Duke of Blood Tree.

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

Cthulhu, no, Cthulhu.

And now, the gods are all chasing the Duke of the Blood Tree, and as their belongings, the churches under the gods are unanimously hostile to the Duke of the Blood Tree.

As for the churches of the eight-legged gods, although some churches chose to reconcile, some churches of the gods headed by the Magician Order still remain hostile to the eight-legged gods.

It is no longer possible to count on the church of the eight-limbed god.

The man next to him looked at the motionless priest, scratched his head, and glanced in the direction of Heiwu. After a frightened expression appeared in his eyes, he hesitated for a moment and summoned the courage to say:

"That...Master priest..."

"you can go now."

Priest Resha glanced at him.

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

"Ok."

"Thank the priest! Thank you, the priest!"

The man who was dispatched, as one of the guides of the Church of the Gods in Lorance, immediately turned and left without looking back.

"My lord..." The priest of the Hot Sand Temple glanced at the man who was speeding to leave, then narrowed his eyes.

"Don't worry about him..." The hot sand priest turned and looked at the black mist.

"This action is too dangerous. If we are annihilated, without me helping him remove the Hot Sand Beetle, the Hot Sand Beetle will fly back to the Hot Sand Empire and convey our affairs to the great priest."

There is no mercy in the eyes of the priest Hotsha.

When he heard what he said, the priest nodded, a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes.

However, even if the words revealed that this action was a life-and-death crisis, none of the team in the Hot Sand Temple left.

Perhaps it is because of the horrible punishment of the priests who are familiar with the trial, or it is derived from the fanatical belief in gods.

They stared at the black mist with firm eyes.

At the next moment, the priest Hotsha had raised his staff and swung forward.

With howling, a scorching and dry storm erupted at this moment, and everyone could clearly see the embodied sand-yellow storm engulfing the hot sand. It solidified into a lion-like beast roaring forward.

The phantom of the hot sand lion beast, the servant of the gods, slammed into the black fog hard, and the claws that could tear the desert slammed heavily on the thick black fog.

With a loud "bang", the seemingly inseparable black fog began to shake, and the hot sand formed by the flame and the storm tore a hole.

A triple storm formed by countless hot sand, storms, and flames erupted in the black fog. The hot flame storm turned into the sharp teeth of a lion, biting the black fog that had been cut in half.

The black mist also seemed to have a solid body, and it made a sour sound when torn by the phantom of the hot sand lion animal.

The priests smiled:

"The Hot Sand Sphinx is a holy beast raised by my god, even if it is a phantom, it is impossible for the evil **** to resist!"

However, when they said these words, they saw the black mist in front of them began to twist and shatter, and the gaps and gaps quickly extended.

It was not destroyed by the outside, but inside, inside the black mist, something was inside, attacking outward.

The exploding black mist swelled and spread to the surroundings, and even the phantom of the hot sand lion was shrouded in the black mist, roaring in pain.

And all this is just a blink of an eye in everyone's eyes.

In the next instant, a dry, pitch-black, huge, straw-like dry palm stretched out from the black fog and grabbed the head of the hot sand lion.

boom! ! !

The flames and hot sand exploded, and then the phantom of the hot sand lion body turned into fragments and flew around.

Then-was intercepted by the gushing black mist, and was pulled into the black mist endlessly.