Chapter 4 Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Wanting to clear up the relationship with the devil, Horn is faced with a chasm, which is the duality between the saint and the devil.
In the world of Messianism, anything other than holy is evil, and anything other than evil is holy.
There is no centrist to speak of.
If Horn doesn't occupy the high ground of faith, then the knights will occupy it.
Therefore, the best way for Horn to clear his identity is to use the scene of resurrection to give himself a sacred name.
But unfortunately, Horn is semi-literate.
In this world’s Mythological system of the Messiah Cult, apart from the Three Holy Gods, he didn’t know what other mythological figures were available.
In this case, we can only have a relationship with the Three Holy Gods.
But in this case, Horn faces two important problems.
First, why did the Three Holy Gods resurrect a nobody like him?
If the specific deeds could be known, maybe Horn could weave a more precise story.
Although Horne was literate, in this era, literacy did not necessarily mean he could read or be able to read the Gospels.
"The Gospel" was written in Alvin, while Horn studied French, and it was French that focused on accounting-related aspects.
I can read, but not much, just a little bit.
The priests deliberately monopolized the access for ordinary people to read the texts of the Gospels, allowing the Holy See to penetrate into all aspects of ordinary people's lives, but leaving ordinary people with little knowledge of the deeds and concepts of the three gods.
The essence of this is the pursuit of absolute freedom of interpretation.
This leads to the fact that although Horn is a believer, he knows very little about his God.
If the reason he proposed for resurrection is contrary to doctrine, something is seriously wrong.
The only good thing is that the only real priest present, Cosset, is a butcher and can only write his own name.
Not to mention Alvin, even Frank Coser doesn't understand.
Besides, the flood is raging now. Even if he comes up with something that is contrary to the doctrine, who can verify it in a short time?
Second, if you are resurrected by the three gods, how should the knight who cut off his head deal with himself?
You know, even if Horn is resurrected, he still has no ability to defend himself.
After occupying the high ground of faith, if the knight becomes angry and simply identifies him as a devil and chops off his head, Horn really has no choice.
He didn't want to bet on whether he could be resurrected a second time.
The strongest warrior in the village besides Barnet, Jeanne, has fallen, and he can't find anyone else who can compete with the knight.
This is why Barnett dared to oppress the farmers present so wantonly without fear of resistance.
This is the confidence that extraordinary abilities give the knight.
However, this does not mean that the knight can really use one for a hundred.
Barnett is a knight with three stages of breathing. The knights at this stage are not as outrageous as the legendary great knights.
At least when Barnett faced bandits, he still needed to rely on the walls of the manor to defend himself against the enemy. There were only fifty bandits at most.
Even if the villagers can't beat a pair of fifty, they can always delay the knight master so that Horn can successfully enter the forest.
Something is better than nothing, maybe?
Then the only problem before Horn is how to use the villagers' ignorance and superstition to incite them.
Coincidentally, this area of Qianhe River Valley is the most superstitious about miracles and holy remains.
When the ancestors of the Qianhe Valley people like Horne migrated here, they believed in the Messianic Personality Sect.
Until now, this is still the favorite area for "offering auspiciousness" and "discovering miracles".
They firmly believe that this can clear the fact that they are descendants of blood slaves.
With the existing information and all the factors put together, there is only one way left for Horn.
A path that was proven feasible by Yang Xiuqing, the Eastern King of the Taiping Rebellion.
But, if it works in my hometown, will it definitely work here? Can this really scare these villagers?
Feeling those burning eyes, Horn gritted his teeth.
He has been standing here for almost ten seconds. There are gradually signs of restlessness in the crowd. There will be no chance of using it again.
With his mind spinning, Horn still made up his mind with a beast-like state of mind.
Mud, let’s do it, let’s be a living horse doctor!
I will let you see today what is the final version that confuses people's hearts!
“Hey!”
On the hill where there was only the sound of rain, Horn’s sudden shout scared everyone. Horn, who had been standing upright with his eyes closed, finally moved.
He suddenly jumped three feet high on the spot, and his face that was solemn and peaceful just now turned ferocious.
Before the villagers present could recover, Horn, who had landed on the ground, began to tremble as if he had been electrocuted.
He was frothing at the mouth, his eyes were white, his head was swinging from side to side crazily, and he was making meaningless screams continuously.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Horn shouted wildly, and Horn stomped his feet.
In the eyes of the villagers, Horn was clearly moving forward, but his whole body was moving backward.
It’s amazing!
Seeing this scene, some people even fainted and fell to the ground.
Others were still staring intently, the flush on their faces caused by excitement lingering for a long time.
“Oh ah ah ah ah——”
Horn's strange screams were high and low, sometimes with ten beats and sometimes with phlegm stuck in his throat.
Muttering words that no one could hear clearly, he suddenly turned sideways and struck a set of loose lightning whips.
Turn around again, with his upper body in a crotch and his lower body in a scarf, he stamped on the ground crazily, causing mud and water to splash around.
When I jumped up, I became violent, forgetful, and lifeless. My steps fell like a sudden rain.
In the rain, there is no music and no stage. A young man with a ferocious face is dancing, with ghostly screams that do not match his movements.
Surrounding him were more than two hundred villagers, old and young, in simple clothes. From unknown time on, they were unconsciously following the random movements of the young man.
"Ugh, eh, eh-"
The young man clenched his fist fiercely, and a villager shouted involuntarily.
“Woooooooo——”
The young man raised his legs again, and several villagers shouted loudly.
The chorus grew louder and more frequent.
When the young man's cheek twitched like Zhao Si, they shouted in unison.
They shouted in unison as the young man rolled his eyes and spat randomly.
When the young man raised his hip motor in the air, they numbered more than 200 and let out a roar like a mountain and a tsunami.
They didn’t know why they were shouting together, and they didn’t understand what was happening, and they didn’t know the meaning of this chorus. They were just shouting together.
At first, this call came from just a few people, but later, even the armed peasants standing in the last row couldn't help but join in the chanting.
It is like returning from the Middle Ages to the wilderness era where tribes were everywhere.
Everyone raised their hands solemnly, singing intermittent and off-key hymns in unison, focusing their fanatical, fearful and expectant eyes on the young man who was crazily holding his crotch in the air.
“I sincerely thank you, Holy Father, for giving me body and spirit. Hail, merciful Lord, please be happy to wash away my sinful body.”
As the chorus reached its climax, I was still stretched out Horn, who was tongue-tied, tilted his head, and was electrocuted and twitching, stopped moving easily.
The trembling arms regained their balance in an instant, and he raised his arms like a Gallic military salute, and his legs were stretched straight, like a large cross frame.
As for Ah Hei's face, which was about to die, it instantly became peaceful and serious, and its arched body straightened up.
The villagers who were still shouting and singing suddenly became silent.
After waiting for two seconds to calm down his heartbeat and mood, Horn's whole body suddenly trembled, frightening everyone, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
“Uh oh oh oh——”
He put his hands behind his back, his eyes were slightly open, his chin drooped, and he forced two nasolabial folds on his face.
Using all his strength, Horn put on the most majestic expression in his life.
Imitating the old man who used to tell fortunes at the door of his alley, Horn's majestic gaze shot diagonally upward toward nothing.
Without looking at the crowd present, he spent all his life's strength and shouted in a hoarse and mysterious voice:
"I am the Holy Father!"< br>
Please give me some collection recommendations. Please, I will wear my long johns inside out tonight.
(End of this chapter)