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He would probably never know that the saint in his mouth once threw a terrible magic plague into a densely populated city just to complete the commission, causing a horrible massacre.

"Okay...Okay! I agree to join! But you have to take me to a secret meeting first. I need to see with my own eyes and hear with my own ears." The latter raised a condition with clenched fists.

"No problem! We just have a ceremony in the woods outside the city at midnight today, you can come to participate. Remember, you must come alone, and you must arrive before midnight, and you cannot bring any lighting tools." The man urged in a serious tone road.

"understand!"

"Then see you at midnight today. May the great God of Darkness bless you!"

"See you soon!"

……

After a brief conversation, the two left the tavern one after the other, and quickly got into a dark alley.

Watching them leave, Zhang Cheng smiled and muttered to himself: "The God of Darkness? It seems that that woman is quite capable, and she infiltrated the kingdom so quickly and silently. A dark hero, a dark faith , let me see if you can make the fragrant flower of darkness bloom."

The voice just fell!

He threw down a few gold coins produced by alchemy, left the tavern without looking back, and walked towards the place where the secret meeting was held outside the city.

Although as the master, he can directly cross time and space, and go directly to the moment when the event happened.

But in order to increase the fun, he still chose to use the most traditional way to reach his destination, patiently waiting for the time to pass by.

When the clock struck midnight in the capital, masked figures stepped out of their hiding places and walked towards a huge black rock.

No sound!

And no one made any senseless moves!

Like ghosts, they just stood there in a daze, motionless.

After a full quarter of an hour, the leader stood up and chanted loudly: "Praise you, the great god of darkness, Luva. You are the protector of the night and the only true god in this world. Please listen to our words Pray, soothe our hearts..."

"Praise you! Luwa, the God of Darkness!"

"May you wake up from your deep sleep soon!"

……

The crowd repeated the pre-recited eulogy over and over again, and the originally weird atmosphere gradually became fanatical.

After all, religion, whether it is supported by gods or not, is a kind of brainwashing to some extent. It is a kind of people who gradually lose themselves, lose their rationality and independent thinking ability, and finally entrust everything to "God" , to be accomplished by God instead of Himself.

Especially the group effect, which is most obvious in religious activities, and some guys are even different when they participate in activities and when they don't.

You don't need to ask, you know that these dark believers have already completed their own hypnosis. If someone jumps out now and asks them to commit suicide to prove their belief in the gods, some people will do so without hesitation.

The leader was obviously quite satisfied with the current atmosphere, and raised his hands and said loudly: "My dear brothers and sisters! Thank you for listening to the call of the dark god Luwa once again, and offering your pure faith at this special moment. Maybe some people I have heard the legend about the God of Darkness, but there are still some new partners who don’t know much about it. Today, let me tell those who don’t know the ancient history of the birth of the God of Darkness.”

"Master Pastor, before you start telling the story, I would like to ask you to hold an acceptance ceremony for a newly joined brother." The man who was preaching in the tavern stood up and took off the mask on his own initiative.

In fact, these people here all know each other, wearing masks is not so much to conceal their identities, but rather to increase the sense of mystery and ritual.

In addition, there is another function that after being discovered, they can spread out and escape to prevent being caught by the patrols near the capital.

"Oh? Who is it?" The man called the pastor glanced around.

"it's me."

Another man took the initiative to stand up and took off his face.

The two looked at each other for about ten seconds, and the pastor finally asked, "Tell me, young man, why do you believe in the God of Darkness? And why did you join us?"

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"I...I don't know."

The young man obviously hesitated for a few seconds, but soon shook his head at a loss.

To be exact, he didn't even know what kind of god Luwa, the God of Darkness, was or what his teachings were. He just wanted to find an organization he could rely on to ensure that he would not be bullied.

You must know that the king's capital is not a place where just anyone can survive.

Especially lowly low-level residents like him, almost every day they hear that a young and beautiful girl in the neighbor’s family suddenly disappears, and then a few weeks or months later, a naked and rotting body is found in the moat or by the sea.

In addition, a large number of criminal gangs such as abducting and trafficking people and forcing children to engage in pickpocketing are emerging in an endless stream.

If you don't join a strong enough organization, you won't be able to survive on your own.

Law has always been a tool used by the ruling class to maintain its own interests.

So as long as the interests of the ruling class are not directly threatened, they will not seriously implement the laws that have been formulated, let alone waste a lot of time, money and energy, caring about how many people at the bottom will disappear every day, and how many people Threatened and oppressed by hooligans.

Only when something causes large-scale chaos and riots will these guys start to take it seriously, using political intervention in the name of so-called "justice" and "maintaining the dignity of the law" to calm the anger of the people.

Anyone who has had a little contact with those greedy bureaucrats will deeply understand a cruel truth. Most nobles cannot be trusted, and they will not take the life and death of civilians seriously.

The pastor in charge of the mission was obviously very aware of the status quo of the low-level residents in this city. He raised his arm and patted the other person's shoulder to comfort him: "Needless to say, I understand. Don't worry, we are different from those churches that serve false gods. Force any brothers and sisters to do things they don’t want to do, let alone classify according to the amount of donations. Luwa is a true god, he doesn’t care about worldly rights and goods, he only cares about whether your belief Piety. Come, young man, and tell me what help you need."

"You... are you willing to help me? Help a stranger who has never met for free?" The young man's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

"Strangers? No, from the moment you are willing to offer your faith, we are no longer strangers, but the people of the great God of Darkness."

The pastor was like a persuasive leader who opened up the opponent's psychological defense with just a few words.

No empty spiel...

And without using too much inflammatory language...

But he makes people have an impulse to talk and become close friends with him.

There is no doubt that this is a perfect preacher, a priest who can not only spread the faith of the gods, but also win the respect of mortals.

Standing in the woods, Zhang Cheng silently observed this small-scale secret gathering, especially the faint divine power on the priest, pursing his lips and showing a playful smile: "Interesting! Even if you haven't awakened yet, it has already started Has he given divine spells unconsciously? I hope this God of Darkness will not disappoint me too much, he is an indispensable and important role in future plans."

The voice just fell!

A sound of hoofbeats suddenly broke the silence of midnight.

"Damn it! It's the rangers patrolling the capital at night!"

A masked woman stood up suddenly, staring nervously at the torch snake that was getting brighter and brighter from afar.

Although there are only about twenty bright lights, no one will take it lightly.

You must know that for these ordinary people with bare hands and almost no weapons, the light cavalry is simply the scythe of death. They can't run away even if they want to run. They can only watch the sharp saber flash by and die in a pool of blood.