Chapter 72 Information at the meeting

In all fairness, these cultists are actually quite cautious.

They did not believe the words of this unfamiliar “compatriot” because Duncan took out the sun talisman, nor did they easily believe these statements because Duncan told what happened in the sewer sacrifice ground. They were observing Duncan’s words and deeds along the way. , and even after arriving at the assembly hall, an additional verification is required to confirm the identity of the stranger – as far as a group of cultists hiding from XZ, they have done the best.

But all of their screening measures dealt with Duncan as a “normal human”.

These tactics meant nothing to the captain of the Lost Country.

The tall and thin little leader retrieved the inconspicuous cloth from Duncan’s hands. He seemed to be completely unaware of the change in the power in this extraordinary item. After expressing his welcome to his new compatriots, he He raised his hand and pointed to a corner of the assembly hall: “compatriots, rest here first, you are not the only stranger here.”

Duncan nodded and walked to the inconspicuous corner, paying attention to every face that appeared in the assembly.

Unlike what he had seen in the sewer sacrificial ground before, he was surprised to find that these sun believers were not wearing the iconic black robes, but dressed like ordinary citizens, and they did not wear hoods that covered their faces. Rather, he exposed his face calmly.

He curiously asked the believers beside him, “Doesn’t everyone need to cover their faces when we gather here?”

The believers who were questioned by him looked surprised: “…the local believers of your Prand city-state have to cover their faces when they gather?”

Duncan immediately frowned slightly: “You are not Prand…”

“We’re from Rensa,” said another believer next to him calmly. After confirming that the stranger in front of him was really a fellow church member, the followers of the sun here obviously let down their guard, “Everyone just settled down last week, But before we could establish contact with our local compatriots, that attack happened…”

“Everyone here is from Rensa?” Duncan was a little surprised. He finally knew why there were so many Sun believers in the city after the shrine’s shrine was destroyed.

“Well, the people gathered here are all compatriots from Rensa, but there are also teams from other city-states, and everyone is scattered in different strongholds,” another believer next to him participated in the conversation, “Alas, Prand Everyone has heard of the situation in the city-state, and for the past four years, the damned consul and the hyenas of the church have been attacking our cause… It’s not easy for you, but it’s all over.”

Duncan nodded noncommittally, and then heard the cleric whom he questioned at the beginning: “This pigeon on your shoulder is really… chic.”

Duncan’s eyes twitched.

He knew that more than one person was paying attention to the pigeon on his shoulder.

If you have to say it, there is nothing strange about a pigeon, but it is strange to wear a pigeon to participate in the rally.

He can only perfunctory: “This is my pet, it can help me do many things.”

He is perfunctory here, but the thoughts in his mind have been surging rapidly – a large number of sun followers are pouring into the Prand city-state, which confirms one of his previous guesses:

The always low-key Sun Church suddenly did a high-profile job in the sewers, what a big thing these cultists really wanted to do!

This time he fished in in troubled waters and found the right direction!

At the same time, he also understood why the cultists attending the rally here did not cover their faces, but dressed up like ordinary citizens.

Previously in the sewers, the disguise of the Sun believers and the system of one-line contact between the bottom-level believers were all aimed at resisting the church’s rounds of crackdowns, and at the same time avoiding the emergence of traitors within the church or the arrest of key members and leaks. The situation was the last resort of the local church in distress, and these rabble people who had just gathered from various city-states to Prand clearly had no experience in this regard – they were only heretics after all, not strictly disciplined special forces.

On the other hand, there is no need for them to make such a disguise: because the people gathered here are all “compatriots” who came from the same city-state, they are already familiar with each other, and it is meaningless to disguise their identities during the assembly.

The current attire of ordinary citizens makes it easier for them to escape as soon as their stronghold is exposed, and to disperse and mix into the civilians who lack a strict management system in Xiacheng District.

Thinking so in his heart, Duncan’s eyes swept across the assembly hall, and suddenly, he felt a line of sight falling on him.

He immediately followed his feeling and saw the owner of that line of sight.

A petite girl with short black hair was standing a dozen meters away.

The girl was wearing a black dress with white lace on her body. She had a delicate and quiet appearance. She looked about the same age as Nina. The most striking thing was that she also wore a dark red neck ring around her neck. It is adorned with a delicate silver bell, which looks a little cute, but also looks extra weird.

When Duncan turned his eyes away, the girl just naturally turned her eyes to other places – she turned her eyes calmly, but Duncan dared to conclude that the line of sight just now definitely came from this young girl!

Why is there such a small child in this gang of cultists?

Duncan couldn’t help but have doubts in his heart, and at the same time he took a look at the girl’s dress… For some reason, he always felt that the girl was out of tune with the environment here.

Just thinking about it, a sound of the door pivot suddenly came from not far away. The tall and thin cult leader ordered the door of the basement to be closed, and then he walked to the middle of the assembly hall.

All eyes on the scene immediately focused on the leader. Duncan also restrained his thoughts and paid attention to the changes in the scene. He saw the tall and thin man standing in the eyes of everyone with a confident and calm attitude. With a smile on his face, he took out another thing from his arms and held it high among the crowd.

It was an impressively golden sun mask – exactly the same as the mask worn on the face of the cult priest who presided over the sacrificial ceremony in the underground assembly hall.

“Pay homage to the glory of the Lord, and meditate on the mantra under the watchful eye of the Lord,” the tall and thin man said loudly, his voice extremely reverent, ” Bow down to this blessed mask, and may the protection of the children of the sun rely on it and help I guide the brothers and sisters gathered here.”

The surrounding believers immediately recited the name of the true sun **** in unison, and then put their fists between their eyebrows and bowed their heads in a gesture of admiration—they were not paying homage to the tall and thin man in the center of the assembly hall, but Paying tribute to the golden mask, it seems that the mask is the body of a certain superior, and the man holding the mask is just a carrier.

Duncan also pretended to be among a group of cultists and acted, but he didn’t know what the so-called mantra was, so he casually mumbled a few words in the multiplication table and began to carefully observe the actions of the cultists, and at the same time from their ritual actions The middle reverse pushes the meaning behind each link.

The tall, thin man put the mask on his face solemnly.

The next second, Duncan sensed what seemed to be… a change in the man.

He couldn’t explain what this feeling was. It was as if the other party changed his temperament the moment he put on the mask, and it seemed as if an extra shadow had appeared in his figure. Duncan looked at the man who imitated the shape of the sun. The golden mask, seeing the lines on the mask, seems to be slowly wandering – at this moment, the mask seems to come alive, as if a distant and powerful consciousness has projected its subtle power onto the mask, making this originally flat Unusual objects possess extraordinary qualities.

Ordinary people who wear masks complete the “sacredization” with this “wearing” action and this brief ceremony, and become a symbol of some kind of divine power.

The surrounding believers sighed in unison: “May the glory of my Lord live forever! May the way of my Lord come to the world!”

Duncan memorized the multiplication table to the sixth column, reminiscing rapidly in his mind.

He also saw the priest wearing the golden mask at the assembly hall in the sewer before, but the priest had already completed the process of “wearing” at that time, and Duncan still didn’t understand the surrounding situation at that time, and the temporary body he used was not in good condition. Jia, so he didn’t realize what was special about this seemingly ordinary golden mask, and he didn’t think about why the priest wearing the mask was called “messenger” by ordinary believers.

Now it seems… Is this so-called sun mask the “communication device” that the “sons of the sun” hiding outside of civilized society use to remotely control believers and observe the world? Or more precisely, some kind of mental projection device?

After suddenly realizing that it was a very interesting item, Duncan’s eyes on the golden mask suddenly changed.

This thing… Maybe it has something to do with him.