Not A God

Chapter 95

The sky was filled with a thick grey fog, a familiar mist that shook everyone's spirits. Following the direction of the fog, they stumbled out of the shelter from which they had taken refuge. Raising their heads, they looked up at the blurred figures in the sky, cloaked in a veil of mist and shimmering with celestial light, emitting a mysterious aura everywhere, and were dumbfounded.

It was only after a long time that their dull eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Even though they had never seen this magnificent face of the god with their own eyes, they confirmed at first sight that this was the god of the grey mist they had believed in for so long. It was a deep-seated instinct in their souls to be believers in the God of Grey Mist, and they could never be mistaken.

Some cried out in tears of joy, "God ...... has not abandoned us!!!"

Since the appearance of the blurred human form covering heaven and earth, the successive terrible earthquakes, crumbling surfaces and volcanic eruptions that had occurred on the Blue Star had all disappeared.

All this was undoubtedly the gods blessing their followers.

"We survived ......!"

Many people embraced together and yelled in excitement, the joy of surviving the calamity made each of the heart-pounding, unable to quell the ecstasy in their hearts. At the very moment when the planet was about to die, the benevolent Crown of the Grey Mist had finally forgiven them all and saved them once again!

The knowledge that the gods, who had been betrayed twice by humans, had kindly forgiven their sinners left all the surviving humans with mixed feelings of disbelief and deep guilt. All felt increasingly ashamed of their sins, and in this time of post-apocalyptic fear, faith in the God of the Grey Mist was at its peak for the first time. Every corner of the Blue Star resounded with excited prayers praising the selflessness and forgiveness of the gods.

"God, thank you for your mercy ......"

And at that moment, Wyatt also raised his head and stared blankly at the blurred face of God high in the sky, unable to look away for a long time.

This was the God he had longed for since he was a child.

It was also the God who had given him life and power after fifteen years, and he could not look at him again. Unlike the frailty of his first miracle, the current Coronet of the Grey Mist was truly powerful to the point of supremacy.

Wes gazed adoringly at the face of the God of Grey Mist, shrouded in a veil of mist and chaos. He had no intention of looking away, even though his overpowered mental faculties were causing him a tingle as he peered into the myriad fragments of information as he looked directly at God.

Not far away next to him, apart from a few ecstatic believers who were unharmed and even recovered from their injuries by Wyatt's psychic powers, Angis, who had survived the pillar of light, was also looking up at the sky.

His white hair was dishevelled and his scarlet eyes, which had looked fierce, softened as he gazed intently and released at the god whose face could only be glimpsed in the sky above. Quiet as never before, he sat weakly on his knees on the ground, awaiting his final end. In fact, when he had passed his life force to the god's remains, he had been prepared to die, but who knew that he had not died and had lived to see the god's descent with his own eyes.

This was already considered happiness for Angis.

He had committed so many sins and yet he had lived to this moment, and even Angis himself felt that the Coronation of the Grey Mist was too kind.