Mist Empire’s Rise: Fake Noble to Fog Queen

Chapter 389 Mist Empire’s Rise- 388: The Divine Lord is Omnipotent

Cool wind blew past. Flames with bared fangs let out low roars. Insect chirping in the wilderness disappeared at some point. Thick fog suddenly rose in the forest. Temperature plummeted.

The woman's whole body trembled. Teeth chattered.

Surrounding thick fog surged. In the eerie forest, cold seemed like countless venomous snakes—first crawling up her back, then drilling into her chest, madly gnawing at her heart.

She felt unprecedented terror. Body stiff as stone. Heavy head drooped toward the ground. Eyes stared fixedly at flickering flames before her. Hoarse prayer sounds drilled from her throat—yet strange, as if another person spoke.

"Great God of Death and Time, Koevikros who holds authority over human souls and space-time reincarnation, King of the Dark Gods—I am your faithful believer Greta. I beseech your mercy and grace..."

"Oh God, I offer you thanks and praise. I offer you my soul. Please pity your ignorant believer..."

Flame tongues licked moist firewood, gradually shrinking in the sobbing wind. A black shadow radiating terrifying aura suddenly appeared from nowhere above the flames.

His figure was obscured by fog. Vaguely visible—a pair of crimson eyes and a pair of massive black wings.

The woman dared not raise her head. Terror made her eyes bloodshot and blurred. Dry, peeling lips emitted trembling cries.

"Great God of Death and Time, I praise your glory. I extol your might..."

"I will prostrate at your feet, obey your commands. I will offer all I have, offer my soul. Please guide your believer..."

The woman's shoulders pressed tightly together. Thin body finally couldn't bear it. She collapsed prostrate on the ground.

Fog spread. Cold intensified.

The black shadow floating above the flames slowly opened scarlet lips, revealing snow-white fangs.

"Foolish mortal, your soul is insignificant as sand, dim and lightless. You are unworthy to enter my Lord's hall."

The woman's prostrate body violently trembled. This—what did these words mean?

"Unworthy to enter my Lord's hall"—did it mean the divine wouldn't accept her sacrificed soul?

But—but didn't dark gods all love luring human souls to fall? Why, why wouldn't He want her soul?

Then what should she do? What about her daughter? She had no other offerings. What should she do?

The woman pleaded in anguish: "Divine Messenger, please, please tell me—what must I do to find my daughter? Please, I beg you..."

Luo Wei looked down from above. Her eyes reflected the woman's hunched back and twitching shoulders.

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She didn't want to torture her. Just this woman's situation was too special.

She hadn't personally witnessed her husband and daughter's deaths. Her resentment toward the church wasn't enough to support completely changing faith.

Her character was also tougher than ordinary people. She had schemes, had backbone. She wasn't like those self-deprecating commoners—always timid, backing down when encountering problems.

If Luo Wei immediately agreed to her request, she might think herself someone who could negotiate conditions, thus losing reverence and pestering endlessly.

Moreover, if she knew about her daughter's death and gave up in despair, Luo Wei would lose big.

Suicide was still acceptable—at most wasted effort.

What if she held thoughts of mutual destruction, going to fight the Artur City bishop desperately? If she accidentally leaked news of the "God of Death and Time" along the way, it might bring deadly disaster to Luo Wei.

Those nine angels sent down by the Sun and Moon Gods were still searching everywhere for her!

Taking such huge risks to recruit believers—if she still couldn't recruit them, Luo Wei really felt she should give up thoughts of becoming a god in the future. Just wait for death.

After these thoughts, only three to five seconds passed.

Seeing the woman's body grow increasingly stiff, despair silently spreading—the black shadow in midair spoke with indifferent voice.

"The merciful Divine Lord pities mortals suffering hardships. Sent me to hear your prayers."

"No need to sacrifice your soul. As long as your faith is sufficiently devout, I can fulfill one wish."

As long as faith was sufficiently devout, one wish could be fulfilled!

The woman's eyes suddenly brightened. Hot blood surged to her face. She was willing to believe in the God of Death and Time. As long as she could find her daughter, she'd worship Him for life!

"My Lord is merciful." She devoutly knelt on the ground, humbly saying: "Divine Messenger, I want to know where my daughter Liva is. Can you give your believer some guidance?"

The divine messenger's voice was flat without fluctuation.

"Artur City. Gososi Forest. Your daughter's remains are scattered there."

Falling from heaven to hell was nothing more than this. The woman sat dazed on the ground. That voice like a sharp awl pierced her ears, echoing.

Remains, remains...

Her daughter—her daughter was already dead?

How was that possible? How could her daughter die?

She clearly escaped from the convent, escaped to some place no one knew, living well. She just didn't want to come home. She just didn't want to come home...

Fog swirled. Night wind grew increasingly cold. The woman stared blankly at the ground. Tear-blurred eyes.

"My daughter, my Liva..."

Though unwilling to believe—this result, hadn't she already guessed it?

"My daughter—how did she die? Who killed her?"

Heart dripping blood. The woman's throat choked. Sobbing uncontrollably.

How could the lofty divine messenger be moved by mortals' joys and sorrows? He said ruthlessly: "I have already fulfilled your wish. Greedy mortal. To realize a second wish, your faith is not sufficiently devout."

The woman held onto a last thread of hope: "As long as faith is sufficiently devout, any wish can be realized? Can God bring my daughter back to life?"

The divine messenger cast a cold glance, as if burning through her soul.

"The Divine Lord is omnipotent. Believer Greta, your soul is full of hypocrisy and deceit. When you can wholeheartedly believe in my Lord, that will be when you realize your wish again."

Invisible pressure surged like tides. The woman finally realized her boldness. Violently prostrating on the ground. Cold sweat poured from her back.

"Divine—Divine Messenger, please forgive—forgive me..."

Silence all around. Wind blew. Thick fog completely dispersed.

The bonfire was about to extinguish. Weak flames swayed in the wind. Red firelight flickered.

After a long while, the woman held her breath and raised her head. Where was any black shadow in midair? The Divine Messenger had long since left.

Her faith was impure. Too greedy. Angered the Divine Messenger.

The woman felt fear in her heart. Fortunately the Divine Messenger was tolerant and magnanimous, forgiving her offense.

If she died, what about her daughter?

The Divine Lord is omnipotent. As long as she faithfully believed in Him, her daughter would definitely return!