But a powerful "God of Mist" is qualified.

After all, they have the same enemies.

"As the 'God of Mist', I believe you don't know anything about Sika now, right?"

Head adjusted his tone and spoke again.

Of course I don't know.

I want to know, do you think you can still speak?

The evil spirit above felt a whisper in his heart, but the smile on his face became more gentle.

"I know a little."

"The Lord's believers need the Lord's protection."

"So, I'm here."

The evil spirit above said, looking at the believers crawling on the ground. The softness in their eyes made the believers who looked at it move one by one and burst into tears again.

Naturally, the hearts of these believers in front of them became increasingly firm.

"O Lord, Supreme!"

"Please listen to our prayers. We will follow your will, humble your greatness, hold your name, and will shine in the world, and everything we have to you..."

The prayer rang again.

However, this time the prayer was not like a confession, with a prayer.

It is a kind of gratitude from the bottom of your heart.

Subtle changes bring about qualitative changes.

Feeling the pure power of faith, my head became more and more jealous.

This made it snort coldly uncontrollably.

"Silent escape will not be able to survive!"

"I have become, we have all underestimated your God, and regarded it as weak as its forbearance, but it has now exposed its own strength."

"Do you think those two guys will sit down and watch your God continue to 'watch'?"

At the end of the day, the head sneered repeatedly.

God of War, how did Ms. Disaster sit and watch the exposed "God of Mist"?

I'm afraid there have been some clues before, so the corresponding tests have emerged.

The "God of Mist" does not want to sit and wait for death, so he will send his "people" to wait for him here.

Moreover, enough "troop strength" has been prepared!

Look at those poor mortals, I am afraid I can't die for the "God of Mist" at this time?

The guys who were bought by Xiaoen and Xiaohui are so... sad!

He thought he had seen through everything and stared at the evil spirit with bright eyes.

"My Lord, very powerful!"

"But my Lord needs to worry too much."

"We wait for the Lamb in the Misty is the biggest worry of our Lord. Our Lord abandoned his eyes and ears, all for us, and now we will fight for us..."

The voice of the evil spirit above choked.

Its whole body trembled slightly, and he tried hard to close his eyes, hoping to suppress the tears flowing out, but everyone saw the tears marks of the evil spirits slashing across the cheeks.

They stared at all this blankly.

At this moment, the already excited heart broke out completely.

They burst into tears.

They all knew that their Lord had given up their eyes and ears for them, but never felt pain at this moment.

All to protect us.

All to protect us.

and……

Now, we will fight to protect us again.

And what about us?

Do nothing but pray here?

No!

Can't do this!

A believer who was wearing leather armor and a long sword, who was like a guard, raised his head. His eyes were unprecedentedly firm, and his eyes revealed his determination to move forward.

"Sir, I will follow in the footsteps of my Lord."

"My Lord is willing to fight for us."

"I'm willing to die for my Lord!"

After saying that, the guard drew out the long sword, grabbed the blade with his left hand, pulled the right hand holding the hilt, and suddenly, blood gushed out, dyeing the blade with red.

oath!

This is the oath of the 'God of Mist'.

And this was like a domino effect. The guards around them drew their swords and swore, and some of the remaining believers took out daggers, and those without daggers simply bit their fingers.

The oaths began to sound in the temporary underground basement.

"I will follow in the footsteps of my Lord!"

"My Lord is willing to fight for us!"

"I'm willing to die for my Lord!"

...

A firm voice.

With determination to move forward.

But such determination is the most direct power of faith in the eyes of the head.

More purer than before.

Even, surging!

Damn it!

The jealous head in my heart was once again unwilling to stay any longer.

“The God of Mist is willing to join our resistance?”

The other party asked.

The evil spirit nodded slightly.

Facing the agreed evil spirit, the other party rolled away from the hands of the evil spirit, and when it fell to the ground, it squirted slightly and disappeared into the land.

"Then go to Viscount Sika's mansion when tomorrow night comes!"

“It will be our gathering place this time!”

As it was about to disappear, this sound came into the ears of the evil spirits of the superior.

The evil spirit of the superior was silently watching the other party's disappearance.

However, after the head disappeared, the believers around looked at the evil spirits above.

"Sir, what are we doing now?"

The young man who stood up first asked.

"Of course it's to treat your injuries."

"Although our Lord protects everyone, he cannot help everyone's own harm."

The evil spirit at the upper level said without changing his expression.

If possible, it would not mind bringing miracles to its boss. Unfortunately, although it is almost immortal, it is not good at healing.

Especially for treating humans.

It is an evil spirit after all.

It is an anomaly to like to bask in the sun.

If you know how to treat it...

It is afraid it is suspected that its previous assassin memory is fake.
To be continued...