While Panda and Gerald were chatting privately, the poor farmer who had killed his family by the robbers had already finished telling him about his tragic experience.

Listening to his own statement, everyone in the audience sighed, and some of them were young and vigorous, and even showed righteous indignation, if that group of robbers were in front of them, maybe they would rush up and fight.

But at that moment, an old man who preached came up and asked in a voice that was not loud enough for everyone to hear, "Why do you think this happened to you?"

The farmer thought for a moment and said, "Because our village is too far from the city and lacks protection?"

The old man shook his head: "There are always villages that are far away from the city. ”

"That'...... Because we don't have any great retired adventurers in our village, because our Self-Defense Forces aren't strong enough?"

"How many villages in the world are so powerful that robbers dare not provoke them? ”

The farmer thought for a second thought, and said, "Because our lords are not effective in suppressing bandits?"

"You are not relatives of the lord, why should he risk the loss of his own army in order to help you suppress the bandits?" the old man still shook his head.

The farmer looked dazed: "I really can't think of it." ”

The old man sighed and said, "Actually, the reason is very simple, unlucky. ”

"Unlucky?"

"That's right. There are many robbers in this world, and robbers loot villages and kill people and steal goods. This time it's you, next time it's someone else...... As a civilian, how can we resist the looting of robbers? I can only consider myself unlucky. ”

"It's just 'bad luck'?" the farmer's voice was a little higher.

The old man nodded: "It's just 'bad luck'." There are always times of good luck and bad luck in life, but sometimes things are small and sometimes things are big. When you are lucky, you can meet adventurers and monsters who are all dead on foot, and you can pick up a fortune that you can eat and wear for the rest of your life, and when you are unlucky, how many villages have been swept away by the flames of war and turned to ashes. ”

"You've probably all heard that Thrace and Molai have been fighting for the past few years, and many people have died on both sides. Those who died on the battlefield, is there any reason for them? The lords want to fight for territory, what does it matter to them? But the lords are still alive, but they are dead. ”

"Last summer, the Thracian army carried out a massacre in Norma, and the blood was spilled. Why did the civilians who were killed? And why did the Thracians carry out the massacre, because their army was hit by a landslide, and the marshal's son and many soldiers died in the landslide, and they wanted revenge. But can they take revenge on the mountain? They are just unlucky. ”

He sighed again and said, "This is how people live, lucky and unlucky, there is no pattern, and they don't know when it will happen...... In this world, we are all just little people who are not worth mentioning, like dust blown by the wind of fate and don't know where they will drift to, busy like ants, but we don't know when we will be trampled to death by a big thing passing by...... In the final analysis, all the misfortunes that have befallen us are just bad luck. ”

"There are a lot of unlucky people in this world, and we are just one of them. Unlucky people like us, there were, we have, and we will always have, and we are not worth mentioning. ”

The old man's voice had a strange rhythm, stirring up strange echoes in the air, and the word "bad luck" continued to reverberate, low and full of weight, constantly echoing in the hearts of the low-ranking cultists.

Then the followers became depressed, and they were dejected and despaired. A depressed atmosphere slowly spread, making them more and more depressed.

Then, other believers came to the stage to introduce their bad luck and accept the "enlightenment" of these old preachers.

Little by little, as the days grew dark, the torch was lit and illuminated the small preaching ground. The figures swayed under the light of the beating flames, filled with an unsettling and eerie aura.

As the atmosphere became more and more gloomy and desperate, the light of the torch seemed to beat more and more eeriely, and the swaying figures were also shadowy, and there seemed to be a ghost hidden in the middle, which was creepy.

The panda noticed that more than one of the believers had turned pale, their bodies trembled, and they could barely sit down with trembling.

At that moment, a tall and strong senior believer came out and said in a loud voice, "Therefore I pray to His Majesty the great Ocasas! Where there are no disasters, no dangers, and no bad luck of all kinds. I can live in peace until He wakes up and devours the world—and then I can bring my relatives together and help them to be reborn in His Majesty's body and enjoy a stable and happy life together!"

"What is the present misfortune and pain compared to a happy future? I am not unlucky, I am lucky, because I am fortunate enough to come into contact with the right faith, and I will have a glorious future!"

He looked down proudly at the crowd: "Blessed are you, you who have the right faith like me! The great Okassas promised this blessing to all who believe in Him, and you, like me, can receive such good results if you pray sincerely." ”

As he spoke, there seemed to be a rumbling thunder that swept away the gloomy and desperate atmosphere, and even the ghosts dissipated in the thunderous words, and the rousing atmosphere reverberated in the dojo.

"Come, cheer with me, blessed are we!"

A "low-level cultist" stood up, raised his hands and shouted, "Blessed are we!"

The other low-level disciples also stood up, raising their hands and shouting, "Blessed are we!"

"Praise be to the great Eccasas Majesty!"

"Praise be to the great Eccasas Majesty!"

......

The panda raised his hand and shouted, looking very excited, but he was secretly sneering in his heart.

A cult is a cult, and he saw such a method in the anti-cult propaganda film at the beginning.

The low-level cultist who was the first to cheer just now was clearly a "nursery", and the swaying figures just now were clearly summoned by a few magicians not far away.

It's just that...... Something was a little unexpected for him.

This Okasas sect, in addition to the fireball lightning self-detonation quality three in a row, actually knows necromancy.

Could it be ...... They also have something to do with the forces of necromancy?

Or maybe they're just a peripheral organization of the necromantic forces?