Seeing that Muck raised his arm, some people were ready to escape, and as soon as the transcendents made a move, there was an earth-shattering movement, maybe they were pitifully affected by these bystanders.

"Fly, fly."

"How?"

Muk, who was originally standing on the ground, suddenly floated lightly on the spot, as if his raised hand was pulling a wire rope, and forcibly raised the height.

But with all his eyes squinted, he didn't see a suspended wire rope in the sky, and Muck wasn't stupid enough to trick everyone in the audience with such a trick.

"Suck."

Muk closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and placed his hands at his sides, like a god who had ascended to heaven in religious imagery.

Even Brahmins, who are in religious positions, are afraid that no one can do such a mysterious thing.

Although in the practice of damp poison yoga, the focus of the propaganda is to levitate with the legs crossed, but no one has really been able to do it.

And in the island country thousands of miles away in a straight line, Tomotsuo Matsumoto was once able to fool ordinary people into organizing the Aum Shinrikyo with many members just by relying on a snapshot of the flying photo.

In front of the mystical charm of true transcendent power, ordinary people have no resistance at all.

"It's true, Mook has really become a transcendent."

"Plop!" A local indigenous person knelt down, and the floating Muk was too divine, and although the person kneeling down was a well-known person in the local area, he could not jump out of the local ignorant environment.

"God, we are truly God's favored people to be so close to miracles."

Even Aja, who had always been skeptical, lost his square inch at this moment, and Muke, the mysterious guy, didn't lie, and really connected with the gods he said?

And the day of the resurrection of the gods is just recently, is this also true?

O Holy Lord!

"Whew."

Muk's body flew to a height of three or four meters and then did not rise, and if he continued to float high, he would be seen by people outside the courtyard.

I am afraid that there will be a riot, and it is possible that the whole city will come and kneel.

After sensing everyone's worship, Mook's body slowly lowered downward, and then his eyes opened violently after landing steadily.

"Plop!"

"Plop plop!"

As happened in other towns, more than half of the gathered people knelt on the ground, and the rest did not kneel, but their eyes were full of reverence for the gods.

"Bang dang!"

Salman's wife, who had food and porridge in her hands, fell to the ground in a daze when she saw the flying Mook.

"This, this, this ......"

She sat down on the ground in fright, her whole body shaking.

After panicking, he sat down and knelt on the ground and crawled forward.

"God, God."

Mrs. Salman was just an ordinary tribal woman, and she had never seen such a horrific picture except in a fantasy TV series.

"The gods have told me that before He wakes up in a few days, there will be a great tribulation and terror." Like a legendary prophet and prophet, Muk proclaimed the Great Terror to the world, "The earth was torn, the sky roared, and death befell every inch of Meghalaya and the land of water." ”

"Countless lives will die in turmoil!"

"You must stay away before the great tribulation comes!"

If no one had taken Mook's words to heart before, but now it seems that Mook's words are simply unquestionable.

Even if the gods say that cow dung will be a delicacy on the tip of the tongue from now on, everyone here will rush to try it.

"I, we know."

"Are you going to evacuate from now on?"

"Well, the sooner the better."

Watching everyone go away with shock and excitement, Mook's face remained calm, and he was not proud that he had saved his life.

"Go and tell everyone what the great tribulation is coming."

After dropping these words, Mook's eyes looked to the doorway of the courtyard.

This is the most straightforward and unmistakable gesture, although Muke is no different from before after landing, he has taken on an unspeakable divinity in the eyes of everyone.

The caste system is a hierarchy with the greatest malicious discrimination, but the miracle of Muk is completely above the highest brahmin, and the people who are born with their knees rooted hate to bury their knees in the soil.

Especially behind Mook, there was the incandescent light in the courtyard, and he looked like a shining oracle.

Only Aja turned back halfway after being far away, and asked anxiously, "How many days will there really be a big earthquake?" ”

"Absolutely." Mook nodded solemnly, "This is the revelation given to me by the true God, and the miracles that have happened to me are also the power given to me by the true God." ”

It is just a simple light and heavy rock technique, and the effect is extraordinary, and flying is an eternal and sacred topic in the mythology of all peoples.

Aja didn't say anything, just looked at Mook in silence, and after a few seconds he shook his head and turned away.

Watching Aja go away, Mook narrowed his eyes, this Aja seemed to have guessed something.

Salman, the owner of the courtyard, came over, he was close to Mook, and he was the first of the group to see the miracle that happened to Mook: "Mook, the room has been arranged for you." ”

"Thank you."

With his hands folded in thanks, Mook finally took a deep look in Aja's direction.

Sitting on a small chair in the room, Mook put his hands on the table to write and draw, and then burned everything he had written and drawn in one go.

"Shillong, Jovay...... I have personally walked through the towns of these cities to inform them, believe it or not, but at least I have a seed in my heart. "Muk's footprint is extremely widespread, and he can be found in most cities in Meghalaya.

"The day of the earthquake was only three days later, but until now, no local government has issued a notice, and it seems that it does not believe what I say, but the police have not been sent to pursue me, and my behavior has not completely crossed the line."

"I have fulfilled my obligation to notify, whether I can reduce the losses and reduce the unnecessary deaths, it is all their business." Mook closed his eyes and nodded as if he was firming his heart, "Someone has to sacrifice for the sake of justice." ”

No one knew what Mook was talking about, and even if Salman came to listen, he couldn't figure out what Mook was talking about.

Righteous causes, sacrifices.

Only Mook himself knew, especially when he closed his eyes and sensed the grandeur of existence, the firmness in his heart deepened.

Muk only knew about the changes that had occurred in his body half a month ago, as long as he closed his eyes, he could sense the terrifying existence sleeping underground, just like lying on the belly of a pregnant woman with his ears, and he could feel the life beating gently.

"Great unknowable being, your most loyal servant, the Mook Shanta Crossbow, has spread terror about you in this land." Mook closed his eyes, and his whole consciousness suddenly sank into the darkness.

It's not that the light is invisible in the physical sense, but that the whole person's consciousness is dragged, as if they are in the ground of breathless soil.

"Well done, Mook."

Noisy, filthy, mentally disgusting voices rang out in Mook's head, and just hearing the voice, without seeing the form, gave rise to the firm idea that it was definitely an evil god.

In fact, what the deep forest should say to let Mook do, in Muk's opinion, is indeed the real evil god.

Spreading fear among the crowd, breeding underground bodies, and then using a terrifying earthquake to turn this area into a mortal purgatory of death, absorbing nutrients in the roar of death, Mook guessed that the future work should also be to repeat death and fear, if it were not for the evil god, I am afraid that there is no other existence in the world that can afford this title.

"By your human time, three days from now will be the day I will be reborn."

"Then I will announce my existence to the world with terrible earthquakes and servants! And you, Mook Shanta Crossbow, will be the mortal king of this land. ”

Muck showed excitement at the right time, and only wanted to kneel and surrender in this illusory dark world.

"Go ahead and spread my horrors."

"The more you prepare the things you need for the ritual, the stronger I will be when I recover!"

Mook opened his eyes, and the world outside the window could already see the sun hanging in the sky, shining brightly, and he felt that he had just had a few words of conversation with the evil god, but before he knew it, it had taken so long.

The power of the gods is so terrifying!

Muck didn't know that it was just a simple application of illusion, that it was not too simple to put ordinary people to sleep unconsciously, or that it was not too simple to hypnotize the coquettish tricks of the world.

Mizuno stared coldly at this complex and interesting tool man, relying on the power of the gods he had constructed, and on the other hand, resisting, as if walking a dangerous tightrope, grasping the slight distance between safety and death.

If Mizuno is really some unspeakable horror god, then Muke is by no means a very good fanatic, not even a little faith, but an abnormal person who is calculating and carrying a powder keg to save people.

If you want to use the most painful death to whip ordinary people and take drastic drugs to achieve your unspeakable goals, you are neither a devout believer of an evil god nor a saint who is bent on ordinary people.

"Mr. Mook, you're up so early."

Salman was 'woken' by the sound of Mook pushing the door, or rather, he hadn't slept all night last night, and had been immersed in the excitement of the miracle, and he could imagine that the people he had witnessed last night must have returned home exactly like himself.

"Well, I need to go to the next place."

"Huh? ...... this," Salman did not dare to stop Muk's tracks, he only asked worriedly, "Do we need to take refuge in other places?" It's not that I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, it's that I'm really worried about my family......"

Mook nodded heavily: "Be sure to stay away, this is not something that mortals can participate in." ”