The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Now that the target to be rescued has been found, the next thing is easy. Wait until a crowd gathers, which is a good time to create chaos and take the opportunity to snatch the person.

"Don't be anxious. The ceremony hasn't started yet. I want to warn these cultists that they will all die anyway. It's just a matter of sooner or later."

In Pava's eyes, the lower-class people who were obsessed with cults were already corpses. Since they could not contribute to the empire during their lifetime, the corpses left behind after their death would continue to lay the foundation for the empire.

The reason why the rescue team was not discovered by the cultists in the lookout tower was that Pava had exchanged a shielding device in advance, which weakened the perception of the outside world and prevented the enemy from detecting biological information.

They can sit on the top of the mountain and overlook the entire square without any worries. This cave did not exist before. It was only recently started to be excavated by the believers of the Death Cult, and the cultists were unaware of it from beginning to end.

"We can see her. She's the thin one in the middle among the group of black-robed men who just appeared," Gwen whispered to everyone, pointing out her bestie's location. When the time comes, they should create chaos, grab her and run away!

There are two speedsters present, so snatching people away can be done in a matter of breaths. Barry and Kizaru can do it easily. The extreme speed represents the extreme power.

Borsalino followed the direction Gwen pointed, a faint golden light flashed in his eyes, and invisible X-rays penetrated the bodies of most people in the field.

Kizaru could see clearly what was hidden under the clothes. Under the X-ray, the cultist's body structure was exposed.

Most of the ordinary people who came to the grievance meeting were sick or disabled, and their wounds were not treated and festered for a long time.

They ate the food given by the cultists. Kizaru could clearly see through X-rays that the food contained impurities, including some small insects that could not be seen by the naked eye, which went down the esophagus into the stomach.

The worm did not fall into the stomach acid, but hung on the stomach wall with its flagella, and as if it was inspired by something, it moved and climbed upwards little by little.

It is true that there is no free food in the world. If you dare to eat what the cultists give you, there is no turning back the moment you put it in your mouth.

The group of black-robed cultists off the field originally looked normal, but under the X-ray, Kizaru frowned slightly, and saw that the bones of these cultists had mutated.

For those with mild conditions, one of their limbs becomes deformed and the bones turn into those of a mollusk. They hide their tentacles under their black robes and dare not show them to others, for fear of scaring the ordinary, lower-class people who have been deceived by the frame.

There are also cultists in more serious conditions. In Kizaru's opinion, they can no longer be considered human. Their spines and skulls are deformed, their five senses have become six or seven, and they can't even maintain their human form.

The X-ray scan showed the friend Gwen pointed out. She looked weak, with dull eyes, and it seemed like the female college student was not thinking straight.

“Interesting, always brings me surprises”

In Kizaru's vision, inside the abdominal cavity of Gwen's friend, a blurry black shadow was wriggling and growing rapidly.

It didn't look like a human baby at all, but a weird, twisted and horrible monster.

Its outline seems to have countless tentacles entwined and stretched out, and it is quickly absorbing nutrients from the mother. As for how it will be born, it probably will not have any mercy on breaking out of the mother's belly.

At this moment, a strange feeling came over him. Kizaru actually looked at the monster in his stomach. Was it an illusion?

It was a gaze that was beyond common sense and full of malice, fixed directly in the direction of Kizaru and the others.

Borsalino was slightly surprised that an unborn life could see through the admiral's prying, but he didn't care much.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, strength is everything. When Kizaru gets close to the mother's body, it will be easy to pull the monster out of the mother's body painlessly. Then we will see if it can still be so arrogant!

As more and more people gathered below, it was roughly estimated that there were tens of thousands of them. A group of rabble huddled together, and the black-robed cultists maintained order in the crowd to minimize trampling.

However, there are always one or two unlucky ones who are born with poor development and are too short. They are knocked down and stepped on. After letting out a few screams, they are trampled to death.

"When the cult's top leaders come up to the stage to speak, it will be our time to take action." Pava took out two spherical bombs from his bag. Harley Quinn took one look and stepped back.

"Why didn't you tell me you had this thing earlier? The explosives eliminated by the Imperial Army are extremely unstable. We are lucky that they didn't blow up on our way." Harley Quinn has played with this kind of bomb before and almost blew her hand off.

Although these are just two fist-sized bombs, they are filled with high-energy explosives and have an explosion killing range of less than 50 meters. They are natural weapons for group attacks.

"Don't be afraid. If there is an explosion on the road, you won't be killed. I will immediately wrap the explosives with my body." Pava patted her chest. She was very confident in herself and she would never let her employer die.

Borsalino didn't pay attention to the little farce happening next to him. He suddenly felt his left eyelid twitching. He raised his hand and touched his eyelid. This strange feeling was the first time he had experienced it.

In fact, Admiral Kizaru has never known what danger is. He has never met a very strong opponent in his life. He is always at ease in every battle without showing too much strength.

When fighting desperately, he would just let others rush forward, while Borsalino would hide behind and watch, habitually preserving himself. Among the generals, he had the least injuries, spent the most days in the hospital, and spent the most on medical subsidies.

"I think I've seen him somewhere before?" Kizaru's voice was very low. Everyone present was paying attention to the square below and didn't pay much attention to his actions.

In the square filled with an evil atmosphere, the fanatical cultists and the ignorant deceived people cheered crazily, and the sound seemed to be the devil's voice coming from the abyss of hell.

The cult leader was wearing a special black robe, and every step he took was steady and slow, as if he was sure that he was in control of everything.

The strange runes on the black robe flickered with a faint green light, as if they were wriggling with life, sometimes dim, sometimes bright, which should have a similar psychedelic effect.

He walked to the front of the stage, raised his head slightly, and his eyes, deep in the shadow of his hood, shot out a cold and greedy look as he scanned the crowd below the stage.

He opened his arms and his voice echoed in the square like a loud bell: "People of the empire, you have suffered hardships in this world that the masters of the empire have never seen, and I will lead you to take back everything that belongs to us. This is an oracle from God."

His words were like a spell, bewitching everyone's minds. The eyes of the ignorant people were full of longing and expectation. They were deceived by the illusory promise and knelt down to worship him.

The cultists became even more crazy, shouting the name of their leader as if he was the savior of the imperial era.

There was a faint sound of doubt in the crowd, but it was quickly drowned out by the wild cheers.

The grievance meeting officially began. The injustice and dissatisfaction with the empire were ignited and everyone wanted to vent their negative emotions.

What the Admonition Society wants is to overthrow the empire, accept the guidance of the gods from outer space, and let the gospel transform this earth.

The empire does not love its own people, but God loves every believer equally. God loves the world!