To be sure, these cultists are actually quite cautious.

They didn't believe the strange "compatriot" just because Duncan took out the sun amulet, nor did they easily believe the claims because Duncan told him what happened in the sewer sacrifice ground, they watched Duncan's words and actions along the way, and even had to do an additional verification to confirm the stranger's identity after arriving at the assembly hall - as far as a group of cultists who were hiding in XZ were concerned, they had done their best.

But all of their screening measures are based on Duncan as a "normal human".

These tactics were of no use to the captain of the Lost Land.

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

Duncan nodded, and walked to the inconspicuous corner, keeping an eye on every face that appeared in the room.

Unlike what he had seen in the sewer sacrificial grounds, he was surprised to find that none of the Sun worshippers were wearing the iconic black robes, but were dressed like ordinary citizens, and they did not wear hoods that concealed their faces, but rather exposed their faces.

Curiously, he asked the believers beside him, "Isn't it necessary for everyone to cover their faces when they gather here?" ”

The believers he asked looked surprised: "...... Do you natives of the city-state of Pland cover your faces when you meet before? ”

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

"We're from Lensa," said another believer next to him, apparently letting down their guard after confirming that the stranger in front of them was really a fellow Churchman, "We only settled last week, but before we could establish contact with our local compatriots, that attack happened......

"All the people here are from Rensa?" Duncan was a little surprised, he finally realized why there were still so many Sun Worshippers in the city after the destruction of the sacrificial grounds in the sewers.

"Well, it's all compatriots from Lensa, but there are also teams from other city-states, scattered in different strongholds," another believer next to him joined the conversation, "Well, you've all heard about the city-state of Purand, and for the past four years, that damned consul and hyenas of the church have been fighting our cause...... It's not easy for you, but it's all over. ”

Duncan nodded noncommittally, and then heard the disciple he had asked at first speak, "What a ...... is this pigeon on your shoulder?" Chic. ”

Duncan's eyes twitched.

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

If I have to say, there is nothing strange about a pigeon, but it would be strange for me to come to the rally with a pigeon.

He could only say casually: "This is my pet and can help me do a lot of things." ”

He was perfunctory, but the thoughts in his mind were already surging rapidly—a large number of Sun Followers were pouring into the city-state of Purland, which confirmed one of his previous suspicions:

The Church of the Sun, which has always been low-key, suddenly made a high-profile job in the sewers, and this group of cultists is really going to do something big!

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

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

In the sewers, the disguise of the Sun believers completely concealing their identities and the system of one-line contact between the low-level believers were all to resist the rounds of purge of the church, and at the same time avoid the arrest and leakage of traitors or key members within the church, which was the last resort choice of the local church in distress, and the rabble who had just gathered from various city-states to Poland obviously did not have this experience - they were only cultists after all, not disciplined special forces.

On the other hand, there was no need for such a disguise: because the people gathered here were all "fellow villagers" from the same city-state, and they were already familiar with each other, and there was no point in disguising their identities during the gathering.

The current dress of ordinary citizens made it easier for them to flee as soon as their strongholds were exposed, and to disperse and blend into the civilians of the lower city who lacked a strict management system.

Thinking about this, Duncan's gaze swept over the assembly room, and suddenly, he felt a gaze falling on him.

He immediately followed his senses and saw the owner of the 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, her face was delicate and quiet, she looked about the same age as Nina, and the most striking thing was that she also wore a dark red neck ring around her neck, which was adorned with a delicate silver bell, which looked a little cute, but also looked very strange.

When Duncan turned his gaze, the girl naturally turned her gaze elsewhere - she shifted quietly, but Duncan dared to conclude that the gaze was definitely from this young girl!

Why is there such a young child in this group of cultists?

Duncan's mind couldn't help but wonder as he glanced at the girl's dress...... For some reason, he always felt that this girl was out of place in the environment.

As he thought about it, the sound of the doorway turning suddenly came from not far away, and the tall, thin cult leader ordered the basement door to be closed, and then he walked to the middle of the assembly hall.

All eyes on the scene were immediately focused on the leader, Duncan also gathered his thoughts, paying attention to the changes in the situation at 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 slightly gloomy face, and then he took something out of his arms and held it high among the crowd.

It was a pale golden mask of the sun—the same mask worn by the cult priest who had previously performed the sacrifice in the underground assembly hall.

"Bow down to the blessed mask, and may the sons of the sun be sheltered by the sons of the sun and help me guide my brothers and sisters gathered here." ”

The surrounding cultists immediately chanted the name of the real sun god in unison, and then put their fists to the center of their eyebrows, and bowed their heads in a gesture of respect—they were not saluting the tall and thin man in the center of the assembly hall, but the golden mask, as if the mask was the essence of a superior person, and the man holding the mask was just a carrier.

Duncan also pretended to be mixed in with a group of cultists, but he didn't know what the so-called mantra was, so he muttered a few casual multiplication tables and began to carefully observe the actions of the cultists, while extrapolating the meaning behind each part of their ritual movements.

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

In the next second, Duncan immediately sensed that something seemed to have happened 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 as if 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 moving - at this moment, the mask seemed to come to life, as if there was a distant and powerful consciousness projecting its small power onto the mask, giving this ordinary object a transcendent quality.

The ordinary people who wear masks complete the "sacredization" with this act of "wearing" and this brief ritual and become a symbol of some kind of divine power.

The surrounding believers sighed in unison: "May the glory of our Lord last forever!" May the word of our Lord come to earth! ”

Duncan memorized the multiplication table to the sixth column, recalling it quickly in his mind.

He had also seen the priest wearing the golden mask at the assembly hall in the sewers before, but the priest had already completed the process of "wearing" at that time, 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, nor did he think about why the priest wearing the mask was called a "messenger" by ordinary believers.

Now it seems...... Could this so-called sun mask be the "communication device" used by those "sun heirs" hiding outside civilized society to remotely control believers and observe the world? Or more accurately, some kind of mental projection device?

Suddenly realizing that it was an interesting object, Duncan's eyes suddenly changed as he looked at the golden mask.

What the hell is this...... Maybe it's with him.