Chapter 4 Oh Ahhhhhhhhhh

If Horn wants to clear his relationship with the devil, there is an insurmountable obstacle in front of him: the binary opposition between saint and devil.

In the world of Messianicism, everything except that which is holy is evil, and everything except that which is evil is holy.

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 give himself a sacred name through the scene of resurrection.

Unfortunately, Horn is semi-illiterate.

In the mythological system of the Messianic religion in this world, apart from the Three Holy Gods, he didn't know what other mythological characters were available.

In this case, the only way to deal with it is with the Three Holy Gods.

But in this case, Horn faces two important problems.

First, why would the Three Holy Gods resurrect a nobody like him?
If Horn knew the specific events, perhaps he could make his story more coherent.

Although Horn was literate, in that era, literacy did not necessarily mean one could read or be able to read the Gospels.

The Gospels were written in Irvine, but Horne studied French, and focused on accounting-related aspects of the French language.

I can read, but not many, only a little bit.

The priests deliberately monopolized the access for ordinary people to read the text of the Gospels, allowing the tentacles of the Church to reach into 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 the pursuit of absolute freedom of interpretation.

This resulted in Horn, although a believer, knowing very little about his God.

This would be a big problem if the reason he gave for the resurrection was contrary to the doctrine.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the only genuine priest present, Father Cosse, was a butcher and could only write his own name.

Not to mention Alvin, even Francois Cosse didn't understand.

Besides, there is a flood now. Even if he comes up with something that goes against the doctrine, who can verify it in a short time?

Second, if he was resurrected by the three gods, how would the knight who chopped off his head deal with it?

You know, even if Horn was resurrected, he still wouldn't be able to defend himself.

After occupying the high ground of faith, if the knight became angry and simply regarded him as a devil and chopped off his head, Horn would really have no way to deal with it.

He didn't want to gamble on whether he could be resurrected a second time.

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

This is the reason why Barnett dared to oppress the farmers present so wantonly and was not afraid of resistance.

This is the confidence that extraordinary abilities give to the Knight.

However, this does not mean that the Knight can really defeat a hundred enemies alone.

Barnett is a knight who practices the three-stage breathing method. The knights at this stage are not as outrageous as the great knights in the legend.

At least when facing robbers, Barnett still needs to rely on the walls of the manor to defend against the enemies, and the number of robbers is only fifty at most.

Even if the villagers couldn't defeat the fifty-one-man army, they could always delay the knight's time, allowing Horn to enter the forest victoriously.

Something is better than nothing, maybe?

The only problem facing Horn was how to take advantage of the villagers' ignorance and superstition to incite them.

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

When the ancestors of Horn and other people in the Thousand River Valley migrated here, they believed in the Personality Sect of the Messiah.

Until now, this is still the area that likes to "offer auspiciousness" and "discover miracles" the most.

They firmly believed that this would clear them of the fact that they were descendants of blood slaves.

With the existing information and putting all the factors together, Horn has only one way left.

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

But if it works in my hometown, does it necessarily work here? Can this really scare these villagers?

Feeling those burning gazes, Horn clenched his teeth.

He had been standing here for nearly ten seconds, and there were signs of agitation among the crowd. If he didn't use it now, he would never have another chance.

Horn's mind raced, and he made up his mind with the spirit of a wild beast.

Damn, let’s do it. Let’s give it a try!
Today I will show you what the final version that confuses people is!
“Hey!”

On the hill where only the sound of rain could be heard, Horn's sudden 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 been solemn and peaceful just now, became ferocious.

Before the villagers could come to their senses, Horn, who had just landed, began to tremble all over as if he had been electrocuted.

He was foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, his head was shaking wildly from side to side, and he was making a continuous stream of meaningless weird noises.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——”

Horn screamed wildly and stomped his feet.

In the eyes of the villagers, Horn was clearly taking steps forward, but his entire body was moving backwards.

Amazing!

Seeing this scene, some people even fainted on the spot.

The others continued to stare intently, with the flush of excitement on their faces lingering for a long time.

“Ohhhhhhh—”

Horn's strange cry was sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes in the tenth beat of E6 and sometimes in a smoke-choked voice.

Muttering something that no one could hear, he suddenly leaned forward and used a set of loose and flexible lightning whips.

He turned around again, his upper body was in pieces and his lower body was in a turban. He stomped on the ground frantically, splashing mud and water in all directions.

When he jumped up, he was mad, forgetful, and desperate, and his footsteps fell like a torrential rain.

In the rain, without any music or stage, a young man with a hideous face was dancing awkwardly, making weird cries that did not match his movements.

Around him, there were more than 200 villagers, young and old, in simple clothes. They had been unconsciously following the young man's random movements since some time ago.

“Ahhhhh——”

The young man clenched his fist violently, and a villager involuntarily shouted.

"Uuuuuu——"

The young man raised his leg again, and several villagers cheered loudly.

The shouts grew louder and more frequent.

They shouted in unison as the young man's cheeks twitched like Zhao Si's.

They cheered in unison as the young man rolled his eyes and spit.

When the young man pushed the small motor into the void, they, more than 200 in number, cheered like a tsunami.

They didn't know why they were shouting in unison, nor did they understand what was happening, let alone the meaning of the shouting. They were just shouting in unison.

Initially, only a few people shouted this, but later, even the armed peasants standing in the last row couldn't help but join in the shouting.

It's like going back from the Middle Ages to the wild and barbaric era when tribes were everywhere.

Everyone raised their hands with a solemn expression, singing intermittent, off-tune hymns in unison, and focusing their eyes with enthusiasm, fear, and expectation on the young man who was frantically thrusting his hips into the air.

"Thank you, Holy Father, for giving me body and spirit. Blessed be the merciful Lord, who is happy to cleanse my sinful body."

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

The shaking arms instantly stabilized, and he raised his arms like a Gallic salute, with his legs stretched straight like a large cross.

As for the dying Ahegao, he instantly became serene and serious, and his hunched body suddenly straightened.

The villagers who were originally cheering and singing immediately fell silent.

After waiting for two seconds to calm his heartbeat and mood, Horn suddenly shuddered, scaring everyone else, and then slowly opened his eyes.

“Uooohhhh—”

With his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly opened, his chin dropped, and two lines of wrinkles appeared on his face.

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

Imitating the old man who used to tell fortunes at the door of his alley, Horn cast a majestic gaze towards the empty space diagonally upwards.

Without looking at the crowd, he used all his strength and shouted in a hoarse and mysterious voice:

"I am the Holy Father!"

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(End of this chapter)