Chapter 3 I'm Resurrected
The dark clouds in the sky grew darker and darker, as if thick ink had been spilled onto the gray-yellow parchment, and was still spreading along the lines.

Lightning and thunder were speeding through the gaps in the dark clouds, sending rumbling sounds to the ground.

Horn's mind was also racing.

At first, his speed was very slow, but as he got closer to his headless corpse, his speed increased.

Later on, the head simply stopped pretending and took off directly, flying more than a person's height, and headed straight towards the headless corpse.

Resurrection?

The world's will instinctively fixes this bug?

But resurrection can wait for a while, why rush? It won't take long, even if it's done secretly.

Now that he's resurrected, how is he going to explain it?

The bowl-sized scar on the neck is not an invisible internal injury.

It would be scary enough in the real world, but this is a world full of real monsters and demons.

So in such a world, what would happen to ordinary people if a dead person suddenly resurrected?
The devil returned from Hell!

Pitchfork! Gallows! Stake!
Having finally survived a second life, Horn didn't want to be stabbed to death by a pitchfork.

He glanced at the villagers and fortunately, he was quite far away from them.

Most people's attention was either on the ground or on Jeanne and Barnett.

Until now, no one has noticed anything unusual here.

so far so good.

Horn turned his eyes away from the villagers in the distance who didn't react, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked forward.

Then the smile on his face froze.

In the grass, a slender black shadow was slowly rising.

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 support it, the headless corpse suddenly stood up without any external force.

He put his legs together and opened his arms, as if he was trying to hold Horn's head in a cross.

Horn's eyes went dark.

Unless it was Han Zong, even the blindest person could see it.

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, revive and quickly hide in the bushes, 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 screams, everyone's attention shifted once again, from the Knight and the peasant girl to the headless corpse and the flying head suspended in the air.

No one dared to believe their eyes.

Coming back from the dead, what a great power and miracle!

Time seemed to be reversing. From the black mud, bright red blood separated, condensed, floated, and flew up.

Horn's blood exuded a crystal-like luster, swirling around his upright body.

His head was suspended on the broken neck, with a look of peaceful calm after despair on his face. Then Horn's head fell on the broken neck with a "pop".

The tingling and numb feeling above took over Horn's nerves, and the suspended blood, as thick as mercury, rushed into the gap between his neck and torso.

Densely packed tentacles stretched out from the broken neck.

They intertwined and sutured, wriggling in the gaps of the neck, and hot white steam gushed out from between the flesh buds, wrapping Horn's neck like a white scarf.

When the white steam dissipated, a circular, thorn-like dark red scar appeared on Horn's neck.

Inside the neck, countless smaller buds continued their work, repairing Horn's bones, blood vessels, and flesh... until -

"Boom!"

Horn heard his first heartbeat.

No matter how reluctant he was, he still felt a burst of joy of new life, which was the vibrant chirping of life.

It felt like being at a New Year's Day party and drinking too much and being so drunk that you couldn't move and had diarrhea all over your trouser pockets, and then waking up as the New Year's bell rang, you wiped your butt, put on new underwear, and lay back in bed.

The rough touch of the linen shirt felt on my skin, and the sound of the raindrops fell on my ears, sending out the fresh scent of rain.

Horn understood that he was resurrected.

Horn forced himself to suppress the joy of his resurrection, as he still had to face more severe tests in reality. How should he explain his resurrection?

This is an ignorant and superstitious medieval world.

Even with the sacred and orthodox Church of Mircella, there are still cults and sorcerers!

You said you were actually a magician. Were you just joking?
This is obviously an excuse for a wizard or pagan who accidentally performed a spell.

Then turn around and run?

What a joke! I'm starving. No matter how fast I run, I can still run faster than the knight. The knight's breathing method mainly relies on endurance.

In the end how to do?
Countless ideas flashed through Horn's mind, and were rejected one by one by him.

This kind of blind thinking is not a solution.

Horn narrowed his eyes slightly and decided to take a look at the situation on the scene first.

At this moment, all the villagers who had been huddled together before gathered around.

They stood on tiptoe, opened their eyes as wide as possible, and pushed their shriveled heads forward.

These villagers had messy hair and beards, pale faces, sunken cheeks with an inappropriate blush, their muscles twitched from time to time, and the corners of their eyes trembled slightly.

Some people even shed tears.

Standing in the front row, the rain made the Mediterranean forehead of the fat priest, Old Cosset, shiny. He stammered and repeated the same incomprehensible words.

It’s more like reading it to yourself than reading it to everyone.

As for the fight between Knight Barnett and Jeanne, they had already stopped.

Knight Barnett's foot left Jeanne's chest.

His face turned pale, and he stared at Horn in doubt and uncertainty, standing there as if frozen, not even caring about Jeanne who was standing beside him.

As for Jeanne, she had already climbed out of the mud, but she didn't have the strength to stand and could only sit there in a daze.

There was total silence on the small hill, no one was talking.

All the burning eyes were fixed on Horn, making him feel as if he was being burned.

This reaction doesn't seem right.

Not to mention that the looks of most people were more fanatical and hesitant than fearful and angry.

Five years ago, when the villagers burned the drunken beggar passing by as a witch, they did not have this kind of look or expression.

What happened? Why do they keep looking at their necks? Is there a light on their necks or something?
Horn didn't dare to 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, a scar on the neck?

Horn almost couldn't help but slap his head, wondering how could he have forgotten about this.

In this world, there is also a church called the Messiah Church.

But unlike Earth, they worship three gods at the same time:

The creator is Father Bion, the embodyer is the Holy Tree Ask, and the savior is Lord Myrcella.

The one with the highest status among them is Father Bion, but the most respected one is Myrcella, who is the only one who has descended to the earth and left behind deeds.

Although he had never read the classic "Gospel" of the Church of Messiah, Horn still knew some of the deeds and legends of Messiah.

One of the most famous events is the resurrection of Myrcella.

In this story, the Holy Prophet Myrcella was captured by the nobles of the Aiel Empire, and the cruel governor ordered her limbs to be locked with red-hot iron chains and her head to be chopped off.

But just after Myrcella's head was chopped off, her headless body suddenly stood up, picked up the head from the ground, and put it back on her neck.

Then the prophetess waved two red-hot iron chains and killed people 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 people so that blood flowed like a river. She killed all nine million criminals before escaping.

Therefore, in the portraits of Myrcella, this saint always has dark chain-like markings on his wrists and ankles, representing red-hot chains, and there is always a light red thorn pattern on his neck, representing resurrection after beheading.

Isn’t this a coincidence? Isn’t this a coincidence? I was also reborn after being beheaded. I also have a dark red ring on my neck.

No wonder they have such fanatical yet hesitant looks.

From the perspective of the villagers and the knight, this resurrection was so symbolic that they dared not tell whether it was the work of the devil or the advent of a miracle.

Hmm... a miracle? A miracle!

A flash of lightning struck, illuminating Horn's face. Although Horn tried his best to suppress it, his breathing became rapid and heavy.

He seemed to have thought of a way to save himself.

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