Chapter 4 Miracle
In Simon's eyes, the radiance of divinity seemed to shine on Garris, making the man in front of him look like a saint.
No, it shouldn't be the same, Garris should be a saint, and he is definitely not an ordinary saint. After all, ordinary saints cannot be resurrected after death.
Garris, on the other hand, didn't care much about Simon's thoughts. For him, the previous words were just random reasons.
For Garris, there is only one reason why he acted like this. If he wants to take religion into his own hands, the fastest way is to show more miracles, give grace to more people, and use himself to A new sect was established as the core.
Compared with the later generations who ran away from the battle, left the believers and went to Guangzhou for three months to ignore the uprising, and forced the King of the East to declare that he was possessed by the heavenly father, so that he could lead the team to worship God.
Garris has a huge advantage, he can really perform miracles.
Compared with adding icing on the cake when nothing happens, choosing to provide help in times of need is particularly valuable.
And just when Simon was thinking about how to better protect Garris, he saw Garris walking directly from the hiding place to the entrance of the village without concealing his whereabouts.
He walked openly on the road leading to the village. Beside the road he passed were disemboweled corpses. Judging from the degree of decomposition of the corpses, Garris felt that they should not have been more than three days old. .
Three days ago, it happened to be the day that their group left Karak Castle.
Is this a coincidence? Anyway, Garris didn't want to believe that there could be such a coincidence in the world.
The village is located on the north side of the river. When Gairis stepped on the wooden bridge across the river, the Bedouins in the village realized that a stranger was walking towards them.
However, because Garis was not wearing armor at this moment and did not hold a weapon in his hands, the Bedouins were not in a hurry to draw their bows and arrows.
Instead, they just shouted and mocked a few words in Arabic, ordering Garris not to come near the village again, otherwise they would be rude.
In their eyes, a stranger who dares to walk towards the village without armor, weapons, or corpses may be strange, but he is by no means dangerous.
After all, who in this world is not a mortal child raised by his mother and father? No matter how skilled you are, how many times can you withstand being struck by a knife, slashed, or stabbed by a sword? Even the fierce generals of ancient times had to wear heavy armor in order to kill in and out of the chaotic army.
As a knight who was born in Jerusalem in this life, Garris naturally learned Arabic.
After all, he had to deal with Muslims since he was a child. He could understand the shouts of those Bedouins and could feel the viciousness and malice in their voices.
But Garris didn't care. He just continued to move his legs, walked across the wooden bridge and walked towards the village entrance.
"Bullshit! I told you to stop!"
"If you want to die, just die!"
The Bedouin not far away threatened again, then took out a short bow from the bow bag on his waist, opened the bow and shot an arrow at Garis, not caring about killing one more person.
The short bows of the Bedouin often need to meet the needs of immediate combat, and their bow-making technology is not advanced enough, so the range is naturally very limited.
After flying a few dozen steps, the arrow flew past Garris lightly, without even damaging a single hair on his body. When the second and third arrows were fired, Garris tilted his head, turned his body sideways, and easily dodged them.
After three consecutive arrows missed, the Bedouin who was shooting the arrow was a little angry.
The subtle smile on his brother's face made him even more annoyed. Seeing that Garris was about to walk in front of him, he pulled out the scimitar hanging on the other side and slashed at Garris.
Then, for some unknown reason, the scimitar originally held by the Bedouin in his right hand appeared in Garris's hand, stained with a little blood.
"Ah?" The man yelled in confusion, staggered forward for two more steps, and then fell to the ground.
The last thing his eyes saw before they fell into darkness was the cross-section of his neck gushing blood. It was only then that he realized that the scimitar in his hand had been taken away, and then his head was decapitated.
As for the other sentry on the side who witnessed the whole process, he was stunned and stood there.
In the eyes of the sentinel, everything that happened just now seemed extremely ordinary. It was nothing more than Garris' quick eyesight and quick hands, snatching the scimitar from his brother's hand, and then slashing his brother's neck in an instant.
But is this the speed that humans can achieve? !
impossible! Absolutely impossible! How can there be such a person in the world!
It's so close that the person involved can't react. It's so close that even after being slashed in the neck, the knife still hangs around his neck and he can't let out a confused cry of "ah".
However, this absolutely impossible scene happened in front of his eyes, which not only made him feel extremely shocked, but also questioned the authenticity of reality.
When the sentry came back to his senses and tried to pull out the scimitar tremblingly, he felt an inexplicable resistance. The scimitar couldn't be drawn out. Then he realized that the man who had just chopped his brother was The man had already arrived in front of him, and the man's right hand was currently pressing on the handle of the knife.
"If I were you, I wouldn't try to continue drawing the sword."
As soon as Garris finished speaking, he could hear the sentry's rapidly accelerating breathing and the violent heartbeat that was about to jump out of his throat. Not long after, the sentry knelt on the ground slumped and his will collapsed.
Garris patted the turban on the sentry's head and ignored him. Leaving a few survivors was not a bad thing for Garris. He needed some witnesses and he also needed to extract some information from the mouths of these survivors. talk.
When Garris turned his attention to the church in the center of the village, the Bedouin people not far away who were walking in vain and drunkenly noticed what was happening at the entrance of the village.
And obviously those Bedouins didn't realize what Gairis had just done, and they actually unfurled their bows and nocked arrows or drew out their scimitars.
"Kill everyone here."
Garris frowned. While talking to himself, he endured the strong soreness in his muscles. He grabbed an arrow that flew past him, threw it back with his backhand, and shot through the person who dared to shoot the arrow. 's throat.
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"Eternal God, you once sent your beloved Son to the world to announce God's love for the world and the good news of the coming of heaven. Now, please help us and let your beloved Son come to the world again. We will no longer demand death. In the future eternal life, I only hope that under the witness of Christ, we can be saved from the hands of the devil and cleanse the sins in the world, Amen.”
(End of chapter)