Chapter 3 I'm Resurrected
The dark clouds in the sky are getting darker and darker, as if thick ink has been spilled onto the gray-yellow parchment, and is still spreading little by little along the lines.
In the gap between the dark clouds, lightning is flying with thunder, throwing the rumbling sound to the ground.
Horn's head was also racing.
At first, his speed was very slow, but as he got closer to his headless body, his speed became faster.
When they got to the back, the head simply stopped pretending and took off directly, flying as high as a person and running straight towards the headless corpse.
Is he going to be resurrected?
The will of the world is instinctively fixing this bug?
But things like resurrection can wait a while. Wait a while. Why are you anxious? You can't wait long, even if it's sneaky.
How should he explain such a resurrection now?
The scar as big as a bowl on the neck is not the kind of internal injury that cannot be seen.
It would scare people to death in the real world. This is a world where there are real monsters and monsters.
So in such a world, what would happen to the general public when a dead person suddenly comes back to life?
The devil returns from hell!
Pitchfork! Gallows! Burning at the stake!
After finally surviving his second life, Horn didn't want to be stabbed to death by a pitchfork.
Looking at the villagers, luckily, he was quite far away from them.
Most people's attention was either on the ground or on Jeanne and Barnet.
Until now, no one has noticed anything strange here.
Okay, okay.
Looking away from the unresponsive villagers in the distance, Horn breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward.
Then, the smile on his face solidified.
In the grass, there is a slender black shadow rising slowly.
Don’t come over here!
Yes, just as his head was running towards his body, his headless body was running in both directions.
With nothing to rely on, the headless corpse suddenly stood up without any external force.
He put his legs together and opened his arms, as if a big frame wanted to hug Horn's head.
Horn's eyes darkened.
Unless it is Han Zong, even the blindest person can see.
No, no, no, there is still a chance, there must be a chance.
Arrive before being discovered by others. As long as you can reach that place, quickly fall into the grass after resurrection, you will definitely be able to...
"Myrcella, look at the Galar family."
"Holy Father, what is going on!"
Send.
Horn closed his eyes in despair.
Amid the screams, everyone's eyes once again shifted from the knight gentleman and the peasant girl to the headless corpse and flying head suspended in mid-air.
No one could believe their eyes.
Resurrection from the dead, what a power and miracle this is!
Time seems to be reversing. From the black mud, the bright red blood separates, condenses, suspends, and flies up.
The Horn's blood exuded a crystal-like luster, swirling and flying around his upright body.
His head was suspended on the broken part of his neck, with a peaceful calm after despair on his face. Horn's head landed on the broken part of his neck with a "pop" sound.
The numb and itching sensation from above occupied Horn's nerves, and suspended blood as thick as mercury rushed to squeeze into the gap between his neck and body.
Densely dense tentacle buds protrude from the fractured neck.
They were intertwined and sewed, squirming between the fractures in the neck, and hot white steam spurted out from between the fleshy buds, wrapping around Horn's neck like a white scarf.
When the white steam dissipated, a ring-shaped, dark red scar like a thorn appeared on Horn's neck.
Inside the neck, countless smaller granulations are still continuing their work, repairing Horn's bones, blood vessels, and flesh... until——
"Bang!"
Huo En heard her first heartbeat.
No matter how reluctant he was, he still felt a burst of new life joy, which was the vivid cry of life.
This feeling is like the feeling of drinking too much at a New Year's Day party and being so drunk that you can't move and have diarrhea. When the New Year's bell rings, you wake up, wipe your butt, put on new underwear and lie down in bed again.
The rough touch of the linen shirt came to my skin, and the sound of pattering rain fell on my ears, exuding the fresh breath of rain.
Horn understood that he was alive again.
Horn, however, forcibly suppressed the joy of resurrection. He had to face a more severe test in reality. How to explain your resurrection?
This is an ignorant and superstitious medieval world.
Even if there is the holy and orthodox Myrcella Church, there will still be cult groups and sorcerers!
Were you just kidding when you said you were actually a magician?
This is an excuse for a wizard or pagan to unintentionally perform magic.
Then turn around and run away?
The joke is, I am hungry. No matter how much I can run, there will still be a knight who can run. The knight's breathing method mainly focuses on endurance.
What should we do?
Countless ideas flashed through Horn's mind, and were rejected one by one.
Thinking like this is not the answer.
Horn narrowed his eyes secretly, and decided to take a look at the situation at the scene first.
At this moment, all the villagers who were huddled together before gathered around.
They stood on tiptoes, opened their eyes as hard as they could, and pushed their withered heads forward.
These villagers have messy beards and hair, pale complexions, and sunken cheeks, but they have an untimely blush. Their muscles twitch from time to time, and the corners of their eyes tremble slightly.
Some people even shed tears.
Standing at the forefront, the rain had slicked the Mediterranean forehead of the fat priest Old Cosset. He stuttered and repeated the same unintelligible words.
Rather than reading it to everyone, it is better to say it to yourself.
As for the original fight between Knight Barnet and Jeanne, they had long since stopped.
Knight Barnet's feet left Jeanne's chest.
His face turned pale and he stared at Horn in surprise, standing as if frozen, not even paying attention to Jeanne beside him.
As for Jeanne, she had climbed out of the muddy water at this moment, but she did not have the strength to stand, so she could only sit there in a daze.
There was silence on the small hill, no one spoke.
All the hot eyes were fixed on Horn, and he even felt like he was being burned.
This reaction doesn’t seem right.
Leave aside the fact that most people’s gazes are more of enthusiasm and hesitation than fear and anger.
Five years ago, when the villagers burned the drunken passerby as a wizard and burned him to death, they had neither this look nor this expression.
What happened? Why do they always look at their necks? Is there a light on their necks or something?
Horn didn't dare to reach out and touch it.
But the friction between the rough linen clothes and his neck still reminded him that there was a raised scar on his neck.
Wait, the scar on your neck?
Horn almost couldn't help but slap his head, how could he forget this incident.
In this world, there is also a Holy See called the Messiah Sect.
But unlike the earth, they worship three gods at the same time:
The creator of the world, the holy father Bain, the trustee of the world, the holy tree Ask, and the savior of the holy Lord Myrcella.
Among them, the one with the highest status is Holy Father Bain, and the most respected is Messila. She is the only one who has descended to earth and left deeds.
Although he has not read the classic "Gospel" of the Myrcella Church, Horn still knows some of the stories and legends of Myrcella.
One of the most famous events is the resurrection of Messiah.
In this story, the prophet Myrcella was captured by the nobles of the El Empire. The cruel governor ordered her limbs to be chained with red-hot iron chains and her head to be chopped off.
But just after Myrcella was decapitated, her headless body suddenly stood up, picked up her head from the ground, and put it back on her neck.
Then the prophetess wielded two red-hot iron chains and fought all the way from the execution ground to the South City Gate, and then from the South City Gate to the North City Gate, killing until rivers of blood flowed, and she killed nine million sinners before escaping. out.
So, in the portrait of Myrcella, the Holy Lord always has dark black chain-like markings on his wrists and ankles, representing red-hot chains, and there is always a light red thorn on his neck. The pattern represents resurrection after beheading.
Isn’t this a coincidence? Isn't this a coincidence? I was also reborn after being decapitated. I also have a dark red ring pattern on my neck.
No wonder they have such enthusiastic and hesitant looks.
From the perspective of the villagers and the knight, this resurrection is so symbolic that they dare not distinguish whether it is the devil's method or the coming of a miracle.
Hmm... a miracle? miracle!
A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating Horn's face. Although Horn tried his best to suppress it, his breathing still became rapid and heavy.
He seems to have thought of a way to save himself.
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(End of this chapter)