Chapter 183 Fake

In the middle of East Coast Province, beside the Dawn Lake.

It was dark, and Irene by the lake stared calmly at the village in the distance, without speaking for a long time. She was accompanied by the grown-up Lillian.

Although she had entered middle age, Irene's appearance had not changed much. But Byrne's daughter Lillian was completely different.

She quickly became tall after growing up, and she was no longer as immature as she was back then. She was even half a head taller than Irene.

Lillian's black hair was very elegant, and she had a more ethereal and broken temperament than Irene.

"Let's go, Lillian, it's just ahead."

Irene's voice came over, calm and restrained, as if she had seen through the world.

The sky gradually darkened, and they came to the lakeside village in the slightly cold weather wearing layered, calm and heavy black robes and veils.

Most of the houses in the village were built of mud and stone. The walls of many houses were cracked, and the roofs were covered with mottled and worn straw, covered with mud and dirt.

In the sight of Irene and Lillian, not even a villager could be seen. They seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"Where did those villagers go?" Lillian asked.

Irene shook her head slightly, looked at the poor and dilapidated houses around her, and stretched out her finger and said slowly:

"The Dawnbearers have come to investigate in advance. The situation in this village is actually more complicated than you see. As the agents of the great "Him", we must deal with what happened here and must not let it go."

"I understand, Priest." Lillian nodded slightly.

The sky gradually darkened, and the two continued to move forward in the dilapidated and poor uninhabited village. The flat ground was covered with weeds and moss, which looked slippery and dangerous.

"Ding."

As some kind of bell rang, an old man in gray clothes slowly walked out of the corner of the village.

His skinny face was covered with wrinkles, and he looked to be over seventy years old. His body trembled with every step he took, and his cloudy eyes looked like some kind of wild beast.

The old man was wearing very worn gray clothes, holding a strange black scepter in his hand, with a bell shaped like an eye hanging on it, which looked extremely strange.

"Please stop, are you here to participate in the sacrifice?"

Irene nodded gently and said in a calm tone:

"Yes, we are also His believers. I hope you can show us a way. Participating in this sacrifice is our important wish."

The old man in the shadow was silent for a while, and continued to ask:

"Where are you from? You don't look like people from the nearby village."

Irene smiled slightly, and answered calmly and sincerely:

"We are from the nearby city of Finn. We came here because we followed the call of God. In my dream, I prayed to the great God, and then I learned about this place."

The old man smiled and nodded gently, and then agreed to Irene's request.

"Come with me."

Lillian followed Aunt Irene silently without saying a word. The two followed the strange old man and gradually came to a cliff outside the village.

A huge bonfire was lit there, and the sound of the flames crackled. Behind the bonfire, there was a platform several meters high, and hundreds of people had gathered around the bonfire.

Most of them were villagers here, and some came here from nearby villages, with confusion or fanaticism in their eyes.

Irene and Lillian had just appeared, and they immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Although they were wearing black robes and veils on their faces, their real faces could not be seen, they still had a completely different temperament from the villagers, and even made many people unable to move their eyes away.

The old man holding the bell scepter stared at Irene and Lillian, and said: "Wait, the sacrifice needs to start at the right time."

The next step was a long waiting process. People waited until the night fell completely before the sacrifice really began.

"Are you also here to participate in the sacrifice?"

A wolf-tailed girl wearing villagers' clothes and silver hair walked up to the two of them, frowned, and asked uncertainly.

Erin nodded gently and said, "That's true."

The wolf-tailed girl looked very thin, but her temperament was obviously different from that of the villagers.

She was silent for a while, and warned the two seriously: "I advise you to leave as soon as possible. You look... too valuable."

"Dingling!"

The old man shook the scepter in his hand again, and the sound of the bell attracted everyone's attention. The wolf-tailed girl immediately turned around and left.

Everyone knelt down one after another, and the people around the campfire were very pious, as if a very important person was about to appear here next.

Erin pulled Lillian to kneel slowly on the ground, calmly waiting for what would happen next.

A dozen people in black robes and masks walked slowly from not far away. They stood silently on the high cliff and stared at the people kneeling on the ground.

Among the many black-robed people, the leader standing in the middle passed by the scorching bonfire, walked calmly to the high platform, and stood at the highest point looking down at everyone.

"Praise the Lost Lord!"

He made a dull and majestic voice, and the people below the stage also gave their own praises.

"Praise the Lost Lord!"

Lillian wanted to speak, but Irene stopped her with her hand, shook her head gently, and conveyed her inner voice to Lillian through the language of the heart.

[To praise the great Lord with them is a blasphemy. ]

Irene also noticed that the wolf-tailed girl not far away did not open her mouth to praise, but just pretended to whisper softly to get away with it.

The names of gods are meaningful, and most people dare not say them lightly.

However, there are always some people who are bold and lack knowledge of mysticism, and dare to use gods to deceive the world. They are basically some wild extraordinary people who don’t know much about mysticism and lack reverence.

The leader on the high platform continued to speak.

"The Lost Lord who created the world, He is our only master, and He is the origin of all the extraordinary things in the world. If you are pious enough, you can get power from Him!"

"We are part of the Great Lost Cult. As long as you can join our ranks, you will have a chance to be reborn!"

The leader once again made a dull and majestic voice, and after hearing it, almost all of the hundreds of people below the platform were excited.

Getting the legendary extraordinary power is something people dream of!

Irene just watched the man perform silently, with cold eyes and no words at all.

Lillian knew very well that Aunt Irene's anger was burning, and not only her, but also Lillian herself was very angry in her heart.

That rubbish thing is using the great gods to cheat! That is an unforgivable act!

Then a man in a black robe came to the bonfire under the platform, took off his hood to reveal the face of a young man, and looked at the people kneeling on the ground calmly.

He slowly said, "I used to be just an ordinary farmer, just like you ignorant lambs who were oppressed by the nobles all day long but could not resist at all..."

"Living numbly in a miserable world like hell!"

"Until one day I was inspired by God and came here, showing enough piety to follow the priest to perform sacrifices."

"Then, the Lost Lord of the Creation World gave me powerful extraordinary power!"

The young man calmly stretched out his hand after speaking, and the bonfire actually danced according to his thoughts, and the people who saw the extraordinary power exclaimed and were excited.

He controlled the flames for a short time, and then returned the flames to their original state, and said tiredly to everyone: "Because of the Lost Lord of the Creation World, I was reborn and finally became a new person!"

"So I used my power to make those who had oppressed me pay the price. I am no longer bound by the hypocritical gods, and if you want to be like me, you must show more piety!"

"Ding!"

The bell rang.

The old man holding a strange bell-shaped staff came over and collected the offerings skillfully. Everything was voluntary, without any coercion.

The villagers seemed to be familiar with the process, but they were deceived to the point that they had nothing valuable, so they could only offer their only food, ancestral objects, and even their own children, and handed them over to the black-robed people devoutly.

People hoped to gain real power from God to change their already determined fate.

Some people could only cry in pain because they could not pay tribute and show piety.

Irene and Lillian watched this scene silently. They did not stop it. Deep down, they knew that it was not the right time.

Suddenly, the leader standing on the platform slowly spoke and said to everyone indifferently:

"There is a traitor among you."

"The Lost Lord gave me eyes to see betrayal, and one of you is a blasphemer who came to destroy the Lost Cult."

"He said that person must be the sacrifice in this sacrifice and use her soul to atone for her sins, otherwise all of us will be guilty and no longer be regarded as pious people."

People got excited and stared at each other, wanting to know who the traitor was.

Gradually, more and more people looked at Irene and Lillian, who were dressed out of place and came to the sacrifice for the first time.

"Could it be that they blasphemed the Lost Lord!"

"It's very likely that they are!"

"We should catch these two people?"

Irene listened to the malice of the crowd in her heart, but she had already learned to stay calm. No matter how vicious those ignorant people were, they could not affect her at all.

She silently observed the eyes of the crowd, and then looked at the leader standing on the platform.

"No, it's not them."

The leader shook his head slightly, then stretched out his pale, bloodless hand and pointed at the wolf-tailed girl.

"She is from the Finn City Police Department, an evil lackey of the gods and the church, and a cruel accomplice of the extraordinary nobles!"

"Catch that girl! Dedicate her to the Lord of the Lost!"