The Reunion Movement Invites You to Join in Resisting the Cult. (38)

The villagers, who had initially held onto a sliver of hope and were anticipating the priest's arrival, were now in a state of panic.

At this moment, they were all like people who had been startled awake from a dream.

The expression on his face gradually changed from anticipation to astonishment, and then to deep pain and anger.

They began to recall the past year, their faith in the True God, and the sacrifices they had made for True God.

In retrospect, those days seem shrouded in a thick fog, obscuring the truth from their view.

Now, the mystery has finally been unveiled.

The harsh reality was revealed—they might have been deceived.

These priests of the True God Church are frauds.

"We've been scammed!"

"I was so badly scammed."

"True God, where are you???"

"My money! My pack animal!"

In an instant, the villagers' wails erupted like a long-suppressed torrent, bursting forth in the mountains and forests, echoing through the silent valleys and dense woods.

At the same time.

A bright red figure moved slowly along the forest path; it was Priest Malken.

He wore an exquisite red robe, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind.

With a calm smile on his face, he walked with a steady and powerful gait, as if the whole world was under his control.

Behind him followed two believers, carrying heavy bundles filled with offerings from the villagers to the priest.

Their eyes were filled with reverence and worship for Priest Malken, as if he were their god, capable of bringing them endless blessings.

Looking back a year ago, Malken was just a criminal who had escaped from the Imperial Mines.

At that time, he was penniless, on the run, and lived in constant fear.

But now, he has become a priest revered by the villagers in the vicinity.

They eat and drink the finest food every day, and there are even female believers offering themselves as a service.

All of this.

It was all thanks to his cellmate, Harry, who had been exiled for fraud.

If he hadn't been quick-witted and come up with the idea of using a fake religion to deceive people, he wouldn't be living such a carefree life.

He felt like a lord patrolling his territory, able to visit whichever village he wanted.

They have an endless supply of food, an inexhaustible supply of money, and even an endless supply of believers to sleep with.

Ahhhhh--

Just then, a rapid and noisy sound broke the tranquility of the forest, as if shouts were coming from a distant village.

Malken stopped and listened intently, his brow furrowing slightly.

"From the village ahead, it sounds like someone is screaming in agony."

However, Malken did not feel fear or unease; on the contrary, an indescribable excitement welled up within him.

"Isn't this the perfect opportunity for us to take advantage of the situation and expand our believer base?"

The thought flashed through Malken's mind.

He knew that at this moment, the villagers' hearts were most vulnerable, and they longed for redemption and comfort the most.

Their True God Church is the light of salvation in their hearts.

Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on Malken's face.

He straightened his red robe and puffed out his chest:

"Let's go over and see what's going on."

Chapter 170 The Reunion Movement Invites You to Join the Resist Cult. (38)

"How are we going to survive now?"

A villager's voice trembled, her empty eyes seeming to search for some hope she could grasp, but she found nothing.

"I shouldn't have believed those priests' lies."

Another villager knelt on the ground in agony, pounding the ground with his hands until they bled without even noticing.

"..."

Even Brandon, who was originally the most devout believer in the True God, lay on the ground with his eyes glazed over, as if he were dead.

Now everyone has come to terms with the truth.

They all know they've been scammed.

That so-called True God doesn't exist at all.

Those priests talked about miracles, but it was all just a way to swindle their money.

They were truly out of their minds; they actually believed in the existence of the Ursus True God.

If I could do it all over again, I would never believe in any god again.

Now, having lost everything, they can only wait here in despair to die.

"By the great True God above, why are you sighing and groaning here?"

"Tell True God what you have been through, True God will encourage you to keep going."

Just then, a kind man's voice rang out from the village entrance.

The sudden sound immediately attracted the attention of all the villagers present.

The words "True God" used by the other party, in particular, seemed to press the pause button on time.

The villagers all turned to look at the red-robed priest who had appeared at the village entrance, and Brandon, who was lying on the ground, sprang to his feet in a flash.

"Are you referring to the Ursus True God?"

Seeing the villagers' strange looks, Malken felt a chill run down his spine.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that these villagers were different from the ones he had seen before.

In the past, when I encountered villagers in trouble, I would go up to them and ask them what was wrong, and they would usually pour out their troubles.

But the way these villagers looked today gave him the feeling that they were about to kill someone.

However, he had no grudge against them, so why would they want to kill him?

Moreover, although I have never been to this village myself, they have been sending believers to preach here.

They couldn't possibly be hostile towards me.

I must be overthinking it.

"I'm referring to the Ursus True God, of course, and I am the priest of the Ursus True God."

Malken's voice echoed in the air, as if he were very proud of his identity.

However, his words were like a boulder thrown into a lake, provoking a strong reaction from the crowd on the other side.

Their expressions instantly became twisted and ferocious, their eyes flashing with anger and fanaticism.

One of them suddenly rushed forward, his facial muscles tense and his jaw clenched, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on Malken.

"Where's my money? Where's my food?"

"Where is the food and money you promised me?"

The villager roared, his voice booming like thunder.

The other villagers also gathered around, glaring angrily at Malken.

"What... what are you talking about?"

Malken was completely bewildered by their questions.

However, before he could figure out what was going on, the villagers who had rushed in front of him...

A heavy punch landed squarely on his abdomen.

Malken felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and he immediately lost his balance and fell backward.

Immediately afterwards, more people rushed up and pinned him to the ground.

They frantically tore at his clothes and kicked and punched his body.

"Ah... what are you talking about...?"

"When did I owe you money?"

Malken's confusion and fear instantly turned into a sense of powerlessness.

The villagers ignored his explanations and kicked him mercilessly.

After a violent impact, Malken's vision went black, and he passed out.

However, soon after, a bucket of cold water was poured on Malken, waking him from his unconsciousness.

Ahhhhhh--

Having just woken up, Malken screamed in terror at the sight of the crazed villagers.

I saw the priest trembling.

Brandon, the former fanatic, grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to a tree at the village entrance.

Malken screamed and struggled, but he did nothing to evoke any pity from the villagers.

These cult members didn't care about their own lives when they were deceiving them, and now they're begging for mercy?

Brandon, holding a stick, pointed it at the priest's nose and roared:

"Tell me, where did you put all my food?"

He had barely finished speaking when he stepped forward and kicked the priest in the face, stomping heavily on his cheek and glaring at him.

"If you don't give me my food today, I'll send you to the True God."

"I don't know! I don't know what you're talking about! Please let me go, I really don't know anything!"

Malken begged for mercy, tears streaming down his face.

The villagers' beating reminded him of his time in the Imperial mines.

He has now completely lost the smugness of a cult priest.

Now he has only one thought: to survive.

Moreover, he genuinely had no idea what kind of grain the other party was referring to.

This is my first time visiting this village. When did I ever owe them food?

"Fine, fine... You won't talk, huh? I'll teach you not to."

Brandon tied Malken to a tree, grabbed a handful of dirt and stuffed it into his mouth, then began to beat him repeatedly with a stick.

Other villagers couldn't stand it either, and they all came up with tree branches to whip the animal.

Among them was an old man who smashed Malken's eggs with a stick, causing him to roll his eyes and nearly die from the pain.

The two believers who had come with Malken saw the priest being beaten and were about to step forward to persuade the villagers to calm down.

There may be some misunderstanding.

But before they could speak, other villagers grabbed them and started complaining:

"Young man, listen to what this old lady is saying, this damned True God Church is a complete fraud."

"Wake up, you people! The True God Church Cult is full of scoundrels!"