I swallowed and killed gods in a strange world

Chapter 215 The Secret Behind the Misty Mist

In the folding space inside the black peak, Makino, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, crazily absorbed the power of the stars, his whole body seemed to swell up like a ball.

It seemed that a critical point had been reached, and Makino felt that his absorption rate dropped a lot.

Opening and closing his eyes slightly, Makino turned his head to look at the two golden chakras on the back of his left hand and his elbow, and the two chakras were filled again in just a few hours.

If he stayed here for ten days and a half months, his strength would not be able to rise steadily.

Feeling slightly happy in his heart, Makino completely forgot the uncomfortable emotions he had experienced not long ago.

After getting up and tidying up his clothes, Makino moved lightly.

Even if you move lightly, you will leave a deep footprint without taking a step.

Makino couldn't adapt to the sudden surge of strength for a while, but his swollen body shrunk back to normal size step by step with his steps.

"Huh!" Breathing out lightly, Makino's whole body tensed up, and the sky was filled with golden light for a moment, golden chakra appeared on his empty right arm and left arm at the same time.

It seems that the chakra is not attached to the body. After all, his right arm is gone, but the chakra still exists.

"Is that enough?" The voice of the Protoss Lord suddenly came from behind Makino.

"Not enough." Makino turned around and raised his head to look at the tall Protoss Lord: "Why can you only absorb so much?"

"The chakras are born attached to the soul, and your soul is not strong enough."

"Not enough soul strength?" Makino smacked his lips.

"It's only been a month since I handed you "The Dafa of the Heavens and Stars for Me", and you are fast enough." The Protoss Master said that Muye's speed was fast enough, but his tone was very Disdain.

"It's time for you to use the power of the stars to cleanse your soul. When your soul strength increases, you can continue to develop the chakras."

"Flush the soul?" Makino tried it intently.

In an instant, golden light oozes from the surface of his skin. To be honest, Makino doesn't know where his soul is.

But relying on this indistinct feeling, Makino penetrated the power of the stars throughout his whole body, not missing a single thread.

Immediately, the pleasure of devouring the fragments of the undead entered Makino's mind, and his forehead lit up at the same time, looking like a light bulb man from a distance.

When Melina, who had been secretly observing Makino in the dark, saw this scene, the giant statues that existed outside the border suddenly appeared in her mind.

Makino flushed his soul very quickly, and in a very short period of time, Makino flushed his not-so-fragile soul with the power of stars that could be squandered.

The Protoss Lord standing in front of Makino looked at Makino's glowing forehead with a little surprise. He could feel that Makino's soul strength seemed to be much stronger than that of ordinary people, at least not before this meeting.

"Is it Alduin again?" The Protoss Lord said slowly, "Your soul strength is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people."

"Swallowed some undead, it seems that this thing has some effect on the soul." Makino told the truth.

"Are these undead the souls of the dead?"

"You still know about the undead." A strange color flashed in the eyes of the Protoss Lord: "One of Shakoros' abilities is to lock and enslave the souls of the dead."

"What you eat should be the undead enslaved by him."

"Enslaving the souls of the dead?" Makino murmured, looking at the gray silk thread wrapped around his left arm.

With a thought in his mind, a white figure gradually appeared behind Makino.

Turning around, Makino looked at the gradually solidified white figure, and leaned slightly to look at the face of the white figure.

Makino manipulated him to raise his hand, looking at the undead who looked like a marionette, Makino was a little surprised: "So I can also enslave undead in the future?"

"Find it yourself, I don't know Shakoros' ability very well." The Protoss Lord glanced at the white undead behind Makino.

"What are you going to do next?" The Protoss Lord reminded: "After a while, after I assimilate this space, it may not be suitable for human existence."

"Not suitable for human survival?" Makino was slightly puzzled, he still wanted to cultivate to the extreme with the Protoss Lord before going out.

"It's useless to tell you too much, anyway, pack up and go." The Protoss Lord waved his hand, not wanting to explain more to Muye.

"Okay, I have my own plan." Makino responded.

"By the way, there is one more thing." Makino suddenly thought of one thing, about the strange resentment when the mist descended.

"I seem to be targeted by the existence behind that strange fog." Makino said in a deep voice: "When the strange fog came this time, a group of strange people came to look for Alduin."

"One of the grudges, which I feel should be strong enough to kill me instantly, found me, but for some reason it disappeared by itself."

"The existence behind the mist?" The Protoss Lord frowned: "This shouldn't be."

"Why not." Makino heard that the Protoss Lord seemed to know something inside.

"This..." the Protoss Lord hesitated, his eyes secretly glanced at the only building in this space, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "I forgot how long it has been."

"As far as I can remember, this nameless mist has an owner, and his name is the Lord of the Mist."

"Chaos and filth are synonymous with him. Everything that the nameless fog passes by will be soaked and corrupted into those weird and weird things."

"but."

Speaking of this, the face of the Lord of the Protoss suddenly became serious.

Not only Makino, but also Melina who was hiding in the building, both of them held their breath at the same time.

Perhaps the next words of the Protoss Lord may reveal the mystery of the mist that the Federation has been pursuing for hundreds of years.

"The Lord of the Mist probably hasn't woken up yet. The innate gods are formed by some rules. Although he seems to have fallen before the old days, but given enough time, he can still resurrect and condense."

"But according to my observations over the years, your so-called strange fog is not lethal at all, it's just something with a shape."

"But now that the nameless fog has risen again, the time for the Master of the Mist to wake up is approaching."

"If there is no way at that time, I will take you out of here."

"Are you going to wake up?" Makino was dumbfounded.

"Almost, the strange mist has gradually become active for hundreds of years. It should be spread by his family members. Drawing some human energy may speed up the process of his awakening."

"The old days, he was killed by water?" It was hard for Makino to imagine how such an existence that even the Protoss Lord was afraid of was killed by people.

"I didn't know before, but now I know something about it." The Protoss Lord looked at Mu Ye with a half-smile.

"You mean the old one?"

(End of this chapter)