Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 72 Intelligence

at the Assembly Hall To

be fair, these cultists are actually quite cautious.

They did not believe the words of this strange "compatriot" just because Duncan took out the sun talisman, nor did they easily believe these statements just because Duncan told what happened in the sewer sacrificial ground, they observed Duncan's words and deeds along the way, and even after arriving at the assembly hall, they had to conduct an additional verification to confirm the identity of this stranger - in the case of a group of cultists hiding in Tibet, they had done their best.

But all of their screening measures were to treat Duncan as a "normal human being."

These methods are meaningless to the captain of the Lost Home.

The tall and thin little leader retrieved the inconspicuous strip of cloth from Duncan's hand, he seemed completely unaware of the change in the power in this extraordinary object, and after welcoming the new compatriots, he raised his finger to a corner of the assembly hall: "Compatriots, rest here first, you are not the only strange face here."

Duncan nodded and walked towards the inconspicuous corner, keeping an eye on every face that appeared in this rally.

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

He asked the believers beside him curiously: "When gathering here, don't everyone need to cover their faces?

The believer

who was questioned by him looked surprised: "...... Do you local believers in the city-state of Pradesh have to cover their faces during previous gatherings?

Duncan immediately frowned slightly: "You are not Pland ......"

"We are from Renza," another believer next to him said 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 only settled down last week, but before we could establish contact with our local compatriots, The attack happened......"

"Everyone here is from Lensa?" Duncan was a little surprised, he finally knew why there were still so many sun believers in the city after the sacrificial ground in the sewers was destroyed.

"Well, here are all compatriots from Lensa, but there are also teams from other city-states, all scattered in different strongholds," another believer next to him joined the conversation, "Alas, everyone has heard about the situation in the city-state of Prade, and for the past four years, that damn archon and the hyenas of the church have been attacking our cause...... It's not easy for you, but fortunately, it's all over.

Duncan nodded noncommittally, and then heard the believer who was questioned by him at the beginning speak: "Is this pigeon on your shoulder really ...... Chic.

The corners of Duncan's eyes flickered.

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

If I had to say it, there was nothing strange about a pigeon, but it would be strange to come to the rally with a pigeon on my back.

He could only casually perfunctory: "This is my pet, it can help me do a lot of things."

He was perfunctory here, but the thoughts in his mind were already surging rapidly - a large number of Sun followers were pouring into the Prader city-state, which confirmed one of his previous guesses:

The Sun Church, which has always been low-key, suddenly did a high-profile job in the sewers, and these cultists were really going to do something big!

He fished in troubled waters this time and just found the right direction!

At the same time, he also understood why the cultists participating in the rally here did not hide their faces, but dressed like ordinary citizens.

Previously, in the sewers, the Sun believers' completely concealed costumes and the system of one-line contact between the believers at the bottom were all to resist the church's rounds of purges, and at the same time to avoid the arrest and leakage of traitors or key members within the church. After all, they are just cultists, not highly disciplined special forces.

On the other hand, there was no need for them to carry out this kind of pretense: because the people gathered here were all "fellow villagers" from the same city-state, they were already familiar with each other, and it was pointless to hide their identities during the assembly.

Now this kind of ordinary citizen dress makes it easier for them to escape as soon as the stronghold is exposed, and disperse among the civilians in the lower city area who lack a strict management system.

Thinking like this in his heart, Duncan's eyes were also sweeping from the assembly hall, and suddenly, he felt a gaze falling on him.

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

A petite girl with short black hair was standing more than ten meters away.

The girl was wearing a black dress with white lace, with a beautiful and quiet appearance, and her ageIt looks about the same as Nina, and the most eye-catching thing is that she is also wearing a dark red neck ring around her neck, which is decorated with a delicate silver bell, which looks a bit cute, but it also looks particularly strange.

When Duncan turned his gaze over, the girl happened to naturally turn her gaze to other places - she moved calmly, but Duncan dared to conclude that the gaze just now definitely came from this young girl!

Why is there such a young child among these cultists?

Duncan couldn't help but have doubts in his heart, and at the same time he glanced at the girl's dress...... For some reason, he always felt that this girl was out of place with the environment.

While thinking like this, a sound of the door shaft turning suddenly came from not far away, and 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.

He saw the tall and thin man standing in the eyes of everyone with a confident and calm attitude, with a smile on his slightly gloomy face, and then he took out something from his arms and held it high among the crowd.

It was a pale gold sun mask—exactly the same 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 silently recite the mantra under the Lord's gaze," the tall and thin man said in a reverent tone, "bow to this blessed mask, and may the protection of the children of the sun rest in it, helping me to guide my brothers and sisters gathered here."

The

surrounding believers immediately chanted the name of the true sun god in unison, and then put their hands on their fists and lowered their heads in a gesture of admiration - they were not paying tribute to the tall and thin man in the center of the assembly hall, but to the golden mask, as if the mask was the body of a certain superior, and the man holding the mask was just a carrier.

Duncan also pretended to mingle with a group of cultists and did their actions, but he didn't know what the so-called mantra was, so he casually muttered a couple of multiplication tables and began to carefully observe the actions of these cultists, and at the same time deduced the meaning behind each link from their ritual actions.

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

In the next second, Duncan immediately sensed that something seemed to be happening to this man...... Some kind of change.

He couldn't tell what this feeling was, as if the other party had changed his temperament the moment he put on the mask, and it seemed that there was an extra shadow in his figure, Duncan looked at the golden mask that imitated the shape of the sun, and saw that the lines on the mask seemed to be slowly wandering - at this moment, the mask seemed to come to life, as if there was a distant and powerful consciousness projecting its subtle power onto the mask, This makes this otherwise ordinary item have extraordinary characteristics.

Ordinary people

wearing masks, with this "wearing" action, with this brief ritual, completed the "sanctification" and became a symbol of some kind of theocratic power.

The surrounding believers sang in unison: "May the glory of our Lord endure forever!" May the way of my Lord come to this world!

Duncan memorized the multiplication table to the sixth column, and at the same time quickly recalled it in his mind.

He had also seen the priest wearing the golden mask at the assembly hall in the sewer before, but at that time the priest had already completed the process of "wearing", and Duncan still couldn't understand the surrounding situation at that time, and the temporary body he used was not in good condition, 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 the "messenger" by ordinary believers.

Now it seems ...... Is this so-called sun mask the "communication device" used by those "solar descendants" hiding outside civilized society 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 at the golden mask suddenly changed a little.

This thing...... Maybe I have a fate with him.