At night, Caesar walked through the stone arch bridge and prepared to attend the assembly of worshippers,


    Any country has so-called upper and lower class residents. The gap between the rich and the poor makes them seem to live in a different world. Xibeiwan tavern is located in a slum where the sun is hard to see all day. It is different from the prosperous business district after night. The night here is almost deserted, only during the presence of sneaky criminals.


    However, today''s situation is different. In the past, Caesar noticed that there were sporadic people from front to back, and the destination seemed to be the same as him. These guys seemed to have an appointment. They all wore robes covering their bodies, caged their faces in black hoods, kept a distance from each other and were on guard against each other.


    Caesar strolled leisurely and slowly behind a pedestrian full of religious flavor. The team crossed a block, turned left and then right, and entered the shabby little shop in the depths of the slum - sibay Bay tavern.


    In his impression, the gatherings usually set in the tavern are lively events with a large number of people, but after entering the tavern, Caesar found that this was not the case. The tavern at night was bleak and deserted. There were few customers sitting quietly in their respective positions drinking. A waiter stood at the front desk and wiped the wine glass in his hand attentively and patiently.


    "What would you like to drink?" the waiter looked up to greet Caesar, then smiled a little apologetic and added, "there are few people today. Maybe we can''t make a card game."


    Caesar looked around and didn''t see the man who had followed him before. He asked, "where was the last person who came in?"


    The waiter was silent for a few seconds. "What are you looking for him for?"


    "I''ll come to the meeting." Caesar took out the papyrus leaflet he had received before.


    A certain perception spell was triggered. The tavern attendant in the slum was actually a hidden caster. At this moment, he was investigating Caesar''s physical condition. Of course, because the gap between the two was too large, the waiter could not obtain any real information about Caesar.


    After receiving the information that Caesar wanted to show, the attendant who was originally alert smiled again and raised his chin behind Caesar: "Wright, take this gentleman in."


    A man who used to be a drinker in his seat stood up, walked up to Caesar and nodded friendly to him, "come with me."


    He led Caesar to the tavern kitchen, then picked up the steps, stopped in the basement storage room, and tapped on the dusty and cracked wall.


    Dong! Dong! Dong!


    The slow and audible knocking echoed. Caesar realized that it was a secret door. What happened after entering the tavern surprised him. He didn''t expect that the "meeting" was not so loose as it seemed. These guys who worship themselves formed a certain organization that can not be underestimated, with strict and cautious work and the participation of professionals.


    How can such an organization spread leaflets on the street to attract members? This random way of development is incompatible with their current caution.


    The wall door was opened from the inside, revealing a dark and deep passage. The man who opened the door for them met Wright''s eyes and nodded to each other. Then Wright stopped and said that his task was over. Caesar, who had changed his guide, did not show any special emotion and followed another person into the passage.


    The tunnel is very deep, winding down all the way. Although fire pots are placed every 20 meters or so for lighting, they are still dark and wet. From time to time, water droplets seep from the rock wall above the head and drip on the ropes, wooden piles and other sundries randomly stacked on both sides of the tunnel, making them emit an unpleasant smell of retting.


    After turning a corner again, the space in front suddenly opened up. The builders here dug a huge cave underground and decorated it like an altar and palace. A Black Dragon Statue stood proudly against the wall. It spread its huge wings, leaned out its neck, hung its head, and the scales on its neck appeared, The fierce head is less than two people''s height from the ground. People on the altar stand on tiptoe and can even touch its ferocious teeth.


    This statue alone is valuable!


    At this moment, many people have gathered in the underground palace, talking in groups. Most of them are dressed in black robes, and some are wearing masks with different shapes.


    "Fresh face, is it a new member?"


    A woman wandering at the entrance of the underground palace noticed Caesar who had just arrived. After receiving a positive reply from the guide, she smiled at him: "welcome, welcome."


    Caesar noticed that she was wearing a badge on her chest, which painted him very ugly. Her head and forelimbs were a little deformed. It was not even as dignified and realistic as the statue in the underground palace. At the same time, he saw two guards coming out with a wooden board and passing by Caesar.


    There was a corpse lying on it, black and blue, with shriveled muscles, and the expression of pain before death solidified on its face. The corpse shrank badly, and there was no blood and vitality left, as if it had been sucked dry by something.


    The guard noticed Caesar''s eyes and covered the body with a black cloth.


    "This is a lamb." the woman who talked to him explained, "we are all lambs when necessary. As long as we can please the black emperor, we will not hesitate to give our lives."


    Caesar looked back at the body with a strange expression: "do you really worship ''him''?"


    "Of course." the woman showed her natural expression: "the black emperor is the Savior and the only true God of aladdia. He will lead his family and servants across the whole continent, subvert the original rotten world and recast the order."


    After listening to the woman''s words, several believers nodded again and again. Someone added: "I''m disappointed in the Andrey kingdom. The stupid royal family and nobles are no longer able to lead the people forward. We urgently need the rescue of the black wing empire."


    "Before that, we have to let the temples of those false gods disappear," someone suggested.


    A cool breeze came, the candles in the grotto hall shook, and everyone immediately shut up. A man wearing a mask boarded the altar and began to preach. He claimed that the black emperor was the resurrection incarnation of the supreme true God who controlled life and death and the dark world, and the dead ancient dragon god Karan karat. In his previous life, he was nailed to death in the bottomless ocean of the underworld, and reopened his eyes thousands of years later, At the same time, the masked man also told Caesar many strange stories that he didn''t even know.


    Finally, the masked man God envoy put forward a task to the believers and asked them to gather 30000 gold coins and five "Lambs" for sacrifice at the next assembly.


    "I said I didn''t send infiltration forces to the countries in Hejian. How could there suddenly be a group of fanatical believers." Caesar sighed in his heart, "it''s a fraud organization in my name."


    You damn guys... Black dragon was in a bad mood.


    "Enough!"


    While Caesar was thinking about how to crush these guys on and off the stage, a young man who obviously attended the rally for the first time jumped up, pointed to the masked messenger and shouted: "Shut up, you ignorant fellow, put away your stupid and ridiculous lies. The black emperor owns the whole northern empire. How can he be interested in only 30000 gold coins? You don''t dare to show your true face. You have to pay for your lies."


    Caesar scratched his head. It seems that there are not all liars here, but also his own rational and devout believers. This young man who can''t help speaking has obviously left his anger. He thinks that the masked man''s God has insulted the noble black emperor. All kinds of swearing words soared out in a series and greeted the masked man with the most vicious curse.


    The crowd surged up. The newcomers took it as a lively look, and many showed their approval. While the Old Believers angrily walked up to punish the young man''s disrespect and burn him on the cross.


    The masked man''s envoy stopped the crowd. He didn''t look angry and said calmly, "ignorant child, do you know I''m black king blood. What gave you the courage to doubt my holiness."


    Under the gaze of the crowd, the young man was still confident: "am I wrong?"


    Caesar watched the scene with great interest. The young man''s words woke up the people present. He wanted to know how the so-called "black king blood" would identify himself.


    "Well, you don''t need to repent or beg for forgiveness," the envoy said lightly, "because I will tell the black emperor that there is a lamb waiting for him to come, and just let you see..."


    He looked at all the believers present: "the magnificent posture of my Lord."


    The masked man took out a small ball from under the black robe and carefully and piously placed it on the solid ground of the altar. The ball immediately began to pulse and shine black light, as if a black fog was brewing and boiling in it.


    The cold wind swept through the underground caves, and people knelt down trembling. Suddenly, the small ball could no longer bear the strong energy inside, and burst into pieces. A pungent black smoke floated out of the small ball and rolled upward. The black smoke kept surging, and finally showed a body.


    "Who is calling my name?"