Tantric family to divine dynasty

Chapter 183 Counterfeit
Central East Coast Province, next to Dawn Lake.

The sky was dim, and Eileen by the lake stared calmly at the village in the distance without speaking for a long time. Next to her was Lillian, who had grown up.

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

She quickly became taller as she grew up. She no longer had the youthfulness she once had, and was even half a head taller than Irene.

Lillian's black hair is very flowing, and she has a more ethereal and broken temperament than Irene.

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

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

As the sky gradually darkened, they wore layered, calm and thick black robes and veils, and came to the lakeside village in the slightly chilly weather.

Most of the houses in the village are made of mud and stone. Many houses have cracked walls and roofs covered with mottled old straw, stained with mud and dirt.

And within the sight of Erin and Lilian, not even a single villager could be seen. They all seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

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

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

Erin shook her head slightly, looked at the poor and dilapidated houses around her, stretched out her finger and said slowly:
"Dawners have already come to investigate beforehand. The situation in this village is actually more complicated than what you see. As His great agents, we must deal with what happens here and we must not let it go."

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

"Ding."

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

"We come from Fein City, not far away, and came here because we followed God's call. In my dream, I prayed to the great God, and then I learned about this place."

His thin 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.

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

As the sky gradually darkened, the two continued to move forward in the dilapidated, poor and uninhabited village. The flat ground was overgrown with weeds and moss, making it appear slippery and dangerous.

Erin smiled slightly and answered calmly and sincerely:

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

"You guys come with me."

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

Although they were wearing black robes and veils on their faces, so their real faces could not be seen, they still had a completely different temperament from the villagers, and even many people couldn't take their eyes away.

Eileen nodded slightly and said in a calm tone:
"Yes, we are also His believers. I hope you can show us a clear path. It is our important wish to participate in this sacrifice."

"Where have those villagers gone?" Lilian asked.

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

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 villages."

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

"I understand, Lord Priest." Lilian nodded lightly.

What follows is a long waiting process. People wait until night falls before the sacrifices can actually begin.

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

A girl with silver hair and a wolf tail wearing villager clothes walked up to the two of them, frowned, and asked uncertainly.

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

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

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

"jingle!"

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

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

Erin pulled Lillian and slowly knelt down on the ground, calmly waiting for what would happen next.

A dozen people wearing black robes and masks came slowly from a short distance away. They stood silently on the top of the cliff and stared at the people kneeling on the ground.

Among the many men in black robes, the leader standing in the middle passed by the hot bonfire, walked calmly to the high platform, and stood at the highest point looking down at everyone.

"Praise be to the Lord of the Lost!"

He made a dull voice and was extremely majestic, and everyone in the audience also expressed their praise.

"Praise the Lord of the Lost!" Lilian wanted to speak out, but Irene stopped her with her hand, shook her head gently, and conveyed her inner voice to Lilian through the language of the soul.

[It would be a blasphemy to join them in praising our great Lord. 】

Eileen also noticed that the wolf-tailed girl not far away did not open her mouth to praise her, she just pretended to whisper softly and got through.

God’s names are meaningful, and most people dare not speak them lightly.

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

The leader on the high platform continued to speak.

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

"We are part of the great Lost Order. 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. After listening to the hundreds of people below the high platform, almost all of them were excited.

Obtaining the legendary extraordinary power is what people only dream of!

Erin just watched the man's performance silently, with cold eyes and no words at all.

Lillian understood very well that Aunt Eileen's anger was already burning, and not only her, but Lillian herself was also very angry deep inside.

That rubbish thing is using the great god to deceive! That is absolutely unforgivable behavior!
Then a man in black robe came to the bonfire under the high platform, took off his hood to reveal the face of a young man, and looked calmly at the people kneeling on the ground.

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 couldn't 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 perform sacrifices with the priest."

"Then, the Lost Lord who created the world gave me powerful extraordinary power!"

After the young man finished speaking, he calmly stretched out his hand, and the bonfire actually started to dance according to his thoughts, and people who saw the extraordinary power exclaimed and were excited.

He controlled the flames for a short time, then returned the flames to their original state, and said to everyone tiredly: "Because of the Lost Lord who created the 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 rings.

The old man holding a strange bell and scepter came over and collected the sacrifices skillfully. Everything was done voluntarily, without any coercion.

The villagers seemed to be familiar with the process, but they were deceived to the point that they had nothing of value, so they could only donate their only food, ancestral belongings, and even their own children, all to the men in black robes religiously.

People hope to get real power from God to change their already determined destiny.

And some people can only cry in pain because they cannot pay tribute and show piety.

Erin and Lilian watched this scene silently. Neither of them made any move to stop them. They both knew deep down that it was not the right time yet.

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

"There is a traitor among you."

"The Lord of the Lost has given me the eyes to see betrayal, and someone among you is the blasphemer who came to destroy the Lost Order."

"He said that person must become a sacrifice in this sacrifice and use her soul to atone for her sins, otherwise we would all be guilty and no longer considered pious."

People got excited and stared at each other, wondering who the traitor was.

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

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

"It's probably them!"

"Are we going to catch these two?"

Erin could hear everyone's malice deep in her heart, but she had already learned to stay calm. No matter how vicious those ignorant people were, they would not affect her at all.

She silently observed everyone's gazes, and then looked at the leader standing on the high platform.

"No, it's not them."

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

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

"You seize the girl! Sacrifice her to the Lord of the Lost!"

(End of this chapter)