When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

To clear his relationship with the devil, a chasm lies before Horn: the dualistic opposition of the sacred and the demonic.

In the world of the Messianic Church, everything is either sacred or evil, and everything is either evil or sacred.

There is no middle ground.

If Horn doesn't occupy the high ground of faith, then the knight will.

Therefore, the best way for Horn to clear his identity is to use the spectacle of resurrection to bestow upon himself a sacred title.

Unfortunately, Horn is semi-illiterate.

In this world's Messianic mythology, besides the Three Holy Gods, he doesn't know which other mythical figures are available.

If that's the case, then he can only associate himself with the Three Holy Gods.

But in that case, Horn faces two important questions.

First, why would the Three Holy Gods resurrect him, an unknown nobody?

If he knew the specific events, perhaps Horn could fabricate it a little more seamlessly.

But although Horn can read, in this era, being literate doesn't necessarily mean one can read or understand the 《Gospel》.

《Gospel》 is written in Elvish, while Horn studied Frankish, and specifically Frankish focused on accounting.

He's literate, but not very, only a little bit.

The priests deliberately monopolized the channels for ordinary people to read the 《Gospel》 text, allowing the tentacles of the Church to penetrate every aspect of ordinary people's lives, but leaving ordinary people with very little knowledge of the deeds and concepts of the Three Gods.

This is essentially pursuing the absolute freedom of interpretation.

This has led to Horn being a believer, yet knowing very little about his God.

If the reason he proposes for his resurrection contradicts the doctrine, it would be a major disaster.

The only fortunate thing is that the only genuine priest present, Cosette, is a butcher by origin and can only write his own name.

Not to mention Elvish, Cosette doesn't even understand Frankish.

Moreover, now there is a great flood, even if he comes up with something that contradicts the doctrine, who can verify it in the short term?

Second, if he is resurrected by the Three Gods, how should the knight who cut off his head conduct himself?

Note that even if Horn is resurrected, he still has no ability to defend himself.

After occupying the high ground of faith, if the knight is angered into shame and simply disregards everything, recognizing him as a devil and directly cutting off his head, Horn really has no way to stop it.

He doesn't want to gamble on whether he can resurrect a second time.

Jeanne, the strongest warrior in the village besides Barnett, has already fallen, and he can't find anyone else who can compete with the knight.

Barnett dares to oppress the farmers present so wantonly because that's where his confidence lies, due to his extraordinary abilities.

This is the confidence that supernatural abilities give the knight.

However, this doesn't mean that the knight can really fight against a hundred people.

Barnett is a knight of the Third Breath, and knights at this stage are not as outrageous as the legendary Great Knights.

At least Barnett still needs to rely on the manor's walls to defend against bandits, and the bandits only number up to fifty.

Even if the villagers can't beat fifty people each, they can always delay the knight's time, making it easier for Horn to make a victorious retreat into the forest.

It's better to have something than nothing, who knows?

Then the only problem facing Horn is how to use the villagers' ignorance and superstition to incite them.

Coincidentally, the Thousand River Valley area is the most superstitious about miracles and holy relics.

When Horn's ancestors, these people from Thousand River Valley, migrated here, they believed in the Personality faction of the Messianic Church.

Even now, this is still the area that most likes to "present auspicious omens" and "discover miracles".

They firmly believe that this can wash away the fact that they are descendants of blood slaves.

With the existing information, gathering all the factors together, only one path remains before Horn.

A path that was once verified as feasible by Yang Xiuqing, the Eastern King of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

But, if it's feasible in his hometown, will it necessarily be feasible here? Can this really fool these villagers?

Feeling those scorching gazes, Horn clenched his teeth.

He has been standing here for almost ten seconds, and there are gradually signs of restlessness in the crowd. If he doesn't use it now, there will be no chance.

With his mind racing, he still made a decision with the mindset of a beast.

Damn it, let's do it, treat a dead horse as if it were still alive!

Today, I'll show you what the ultimate version of bewitching people is!

"Heh hey!"

On the hillside with only the sound of rain, Horn's sudden loud shout startled 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, which had just been solemn and peaceful, became distorted.

Before the villagers present could recover, Horn, upon landing, began to tremble all over as if electrocuted.

He foamed at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, his head shook frantically from side to side, and he continuously let out meaningless strange cries.

"Oh ah ah eh eh ah ah oh oh ah ah hey hey——"

Shouting wildly, Horn stomped his feet randomly.

In the eyes of the villagers, Horn was clearly stepping forward, but his whole body was moving backward.

Too magical!

Upon seeing this scene, some people even fainted on the spot.

The others, however, continued to stare intently, the flush on their faces caused by excitement lingering for a long time.

"Whoa yah yah yah——"

Horn's bizarre shouting was sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes a ten-beat E6 and sometimes a phlegmy smoker's voice.

Muttering words that no one could understand, he suddenly turned sideways and forward, performing a set of relaxed, shaking, lightning whip movements.

Then, turning around again, his upper body formed a a grass radical in chinese, his lower body formed a cloth, frantically stomping on the ground, mud splashing around.

Once he jumped up, he went wild, forgot himself, went all out, his steps falling like a sudden rain.

In the rain, without music, without a stage, a young man with a distorted face was dancing awkwardly, pairing it with ghostly cries that didn't match the movements.

Around him, more than two hundred villagers, dressed in simple clothes, old or young, unknowingly began to rhythmically move with the young man's random movements.

"Eee eee eee——"

The young man clenched his fist, and a villager involuntarily let out a loud cry.

"Woo woo woo——"

The young man raised his leg again, and several more villagers let out loud cries in unison.

The sound of unison cries grew louder and louder, more and more frequent.

When the young man's cheeks twitched like Zhao Si, they let out unison cries.

When the young man rolled his eyes and spat saliva randomly, they let out unison cries.

When the young man thrust his hips in the air like a small motor, they let out unison cries like a mountain roaring and a sea raging, with a number of more than two hundred.

They didn't know why they were crying in unison, didn't understand what was happening, and didn't know the meaning of this unison cry. They were just crying in unison.

This cry was originally just a few people, but later, even those armed farmers standing in the last row couldn't help but cry out in unison.

It was as if they had returned from the Middle Ages to a barbaric era full of tribes.

Everyone solemnly raised their hands, singing fragmented, out-of-tune hymns in the unison cries, focusing their fanatical, fearful, and expectant eyes on the young man who was frantically thrusting his hips at the grass in the air.

"Sincerely thank the Holy Father for his grace, granting me body and spirit, may the merciful Holy Lord, joyfully cleanse my sinful body."

As the grand chorus reached its climax, Horn, who had been sticking out his tongue, tilting his head, and twitching as if electrocuted, freely stopped his movements.

His trembling arms instantly returned to stability, he raised his arms in a Gallic salute, his legs stretched straight, like a large grass -shaped frame.

As for that almost dead, dark face, it instantly turned into peace and solemnity, and his arched body straightened with a thud.

The villagers who were still crying in unison and singing immediately quieted down.

After waiting for two seconds, calming his heartbeat and mood, Horn shuddered, startling everyone, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Ooh oh oh oh——"

With his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly open, his chin drooping, he squeezed out two nasolabial folds on his face.

Using all the strength in his body, Horn put on the most majestic expression of his life.

Imitating the old man who used to tell fortunes at the entrance of his alley, Horn's majestic gaze shot towards the empty upper right.

Without looking at the crowd present, he used all his strength, using a hoarse and deliberately mysterious voice to shout loudly:

"I am the Holy Father!"