Why do you want to call me

At this moment, their surfaces were all suffused with severe ripples.

Shows inner excitement.

Ji Yan can see the essence of these phantoms just by simply glancing over them.

The manifestation of consciousness in the physical world.

They could have been human beings.

But no matter what the reason is, they finally chose to eliminate their existence in the world, and then their consciousness broke through the world.

But because of the existence of chaos, their consciousness can only stick to the edge of the world, unable to break free.

Want to re-enter, but the world rejects them.

Therefore, they can only wander back to the periphery of the world all day long.

A bunch of sad homeless people.

As for why Ji Yan knows so much, it is naturally because of the knowledge reserve that the Lord of Confusion has.

But it can only be accessed when using the account.

Just by perceiving the chaotic atmosphere of these believers, the knowledge can be automatically lured out, and then presented in Ji Yan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ji Yan's eyes were on Jack again.

At this time, he had already recalled the knowledge in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Already know what it is that gathers itself.

That is Jack's presence in this world.

The surrounding area was shrouded in white mist, and even the shadows of pedestrians could not be seen.

There is only a vast expanse of white and black roads left.

The sacrifices held by these phantoms.

It is a ceremony to extract Jack's existence and sacrifice it to the Lost Lord.

And the reason why he appeared with this appearance was because the main body of the Lord of Lost was White Mist.

You can say that all these white mist can be regarded as his body.

Then Jack's sense of existence is stripped away, so the white mist will appear in this image.

If it was another person, the appearance of the Lost Lord would also change accordingly.

"Lord of Confusion who hides everything..."

Phantom said, making a strange sound.

Their voices were humming and deep, as if they were in the sea ten thousand meters below, and they were talking into it through a thick wall.

At this time, Jack's consciousness was almost completely lost.

He held the three beans tightly in his hand, hoping the pain would wake him up.

Jack heard words from the Lost Order.

He finally learned the name of this god.

Lord of Confusion...

Cough cough--

Jack's consciousness was barely awake a little bit.

Was I originally treated as a sacrifice and sacrificed to this god I had never heard of?

I turned out to be a sacrificial offering!

I turned out to be a sacrificial offering!

As a warlock, Jack would naturally know a little about this.

And there are classmates discussing the Lord of the Twilight all day long.

He even talked about how to perform a sacrifice in order to be summoned.

In the end, all the students agreed.

Probably only the highest-standard human sacrifice can attract the attention of the Great God, the Lord of Twilight.

That arrival in the imperial capital must have been due to the sacrifice of all the people of the Holy See!

Otherwise, why only the Holy See is gone.

At that time, Jack listened to this outrageous speculation and didn't take it seriously, but he didn't expect that he would become a character in the play today.

It is still an important role as a sacrifice.

A strong desire to survive rose in Jack's heart.

He thought of his mother.

That thin figure.

The figure whose back was barely straight.

She is still at home alone waiting for her to go home!

I promised her that I will take her to travel around the world when I become famous in the future.

How could I end my life here!

god……

Sacrifice ceremony...

Sacrifice...

sacrifice!

sacrifice!

With only a trace of consciousness.

Jack opened his mouth with difficulty, and looked at Ji Yan with misty eyes.

Then he shouted with all his strength, as if with a will that penetrated everything, he made his own voice.

Completely interrupt the unspoken words of the Lost Church.

"O Great Lord of Confusion!"

"I'm Jack Crest."

"Praise you!"

"I believe in you!"

"May your kingdom of God come to the world, and may your will be unimpeded in the world."

"They are the sacrifices I carefully prepared for you!"

"May you be kind enough to accept all this!"

Jack seemed to be returning from glory, and his voice became louder and louder.

With a plop, he dropped to his knees.

Then he kowtowed heavily.

He didn't even care about the bright blood stains on his forehead.

Looking at that appearance, it seems that he is more real than a real believer.

More pious than pious believers.

Jack's head hit the ground after a few knocks.

His heart was uneasy, and his hands couldn't help sweating, which wet all three peas.

Chapter 160: Lord of Confusion, don't be fooled by him

Jack is betting.

He didn't know if the Lord of Lost could be blinded by himself.

But what he wants to bet on is definitely not betting on the brain damage of the lost master.

Because for the gods, everything will be presented in front of her eyes.

It is very easy to see through his tricks.

After all, his tattered attire did not look like what a believer should have.

As for Jack, he was betting on whether the Lord of Confusion would attract her attention after seeing through his tricks.

In all the books of the Mystery Academy, it is stated that most of the gods are reckless existences.

They act on their own terms.

If they get their attention, even the enemy will be tolerant for a while.

But if anger is the cause, even the most devout believer will be doomed.

Most of the powerful sects perished in history because of this.

So Jack can only gamble.

He has nothing left to fight back.

Even if it is death, these culprits must die together.

The scene suddenly fell into a dead silence.

The phantoms seemed indifferent to Jack's words, but after a slight silence, they continued to pick up the interrupted prayer.

"Lord of Confusion who hides everything..."

"We, all members of the Lost Order, pay you our highest respect."

"May you lend a helping hand and rescue us from our misery."

After the dull words were finished, the phantom waited for the action of the Lord of Confusion.

No one would care about the nonsense of a sacrifice before death.

Jack says he is a follower of the Lost Lord.

It's just a big joke.

No sacrifice is qualified to be his own believer.

He is not a believer.

Can the Lord of Confusion not know?

We are your true believers.

To be a sacrifice, one must have the consciousness of being a sacrifice.

Just wait quietly for the harvest of the Lost Lord.

As for what Jack said later.

Hearing this, I'm afraid even the uncle's golden teeth will laugh off.

Pure slippery jokes.

Because of this, Phantom was indifferent to Jack's clamor.

There is even the urge to laugh a little bit.

Jack was one of their chosen sacrifices.

For the great Lord of Lost favors only a certain type of man.

This kind of person's sense of existence in the world will arouse her liking.

Finding them often takes months.