Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 4 Miracle
In Simon's eyes, the light of divinity seemed to shine on Gailis, making the man in front of him look like a saint.

No, it shouldn't be like, Gailis should be a saint, and definitely not an ordinary saint. After all, ordinary saints cannot be resurrected after death.

But Garys didn't care much about Simon's thoughts. To him, the previous words were just an excuse he made up.

For Gellis, there was only one reason why he acted this way. If he wanted to control religion, the fastest way was to perform more miracles, bestow grace on more people, and establish a new sect with himself as the core.

Compared to the later generation's King of Heaven who deserted the battlefield, abandoned his followers and went to Guangzhou for three months without caring about the uprising, forcing the King of East to declare that he was possessed by God, so that he could lead the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

Garys has a huge advantage, he can really perform miracles.

Compared to adding icing on the cake when nothing happens, choosing to provide help when it is needed is particularly valuable.

Just when Simon was thinking about how to better protect Garys, he saw Garys walking straight from his hiding place to the village entrance without concealing his whereabouts.

He walked confidently on the road leading to the village. On the roadside as he passed were disemboweled corpses. Judging from the degree of decay of the corpses, Gailis felt that they could not be more than three days old.

And three days ago was the day when they left Karak Castle.

Is this a coincidence? Anyway, Gailis is unwilling to believe that there is such a coincidence in the world.

The village is located on the north side of the river bank. When Gellis stepped onto the wooden bridge across the river, the Bedouins in the village realized that a stranger was walking towards them.

But because Gellis was not wearing armor and had no weapons in his hands, the Bedouins did not rush to draw their bows and arrows.

Instead, they just said a few mocking words in Arabic and ordered Gairis not to approach the village again, otherwise they would be rude.

In their eyes, a stranger who dared to walk towards the village without armor, weapons, or fear of corpses might be strange, but not dangerous.

After all, who in this world is not a mortal being born by a mother and raised by a father? No matter how good one's skills are, how many swords and stabs can one withstand? Even the fierce generals in ancient times had to wear heavy armor to fight in and out of the chaotic army.

As a knight born in Jerusalem in this life, Garys naturally learned Arabic.

After all, he had to deal with Muslims since he was a child. He could understand the shouting of the Bedouins and could feel the viciousness and malice in their tone.

But Gailis didn't care. He just continued to move his legs, walking across the wooden bridge towards the village entrance.

"You bastard! I told you to stop!"

"If you want to die, then go die!"

The Bedouin not far away made a few more threats, then took out a short bow from the bow bag on his waist, drew the bow and shot an arrow at Garys, not caring at all about killing one more person.

The Bedouin's short bows often needed to meet the needs of fighting on horseback, but their bow-making technology was not advanced enough, so the range was naturally very limited.

After flying a few dozen steps, the arrows flew past Garys without hurting him. When the second and third arrows came, Garys tilted his head and leaned sideways, dodging them easily.

After three consecutive misses, the Bedouin who shot the arrows became quite angry.

The subtle smile on his brother's face made him even more annoyed. Seeing that Garys was about to reach him, he directly pulled out the scimitar hanging on the other side and slashed at Garys.

Then, for some unknown reason, the scimitar that was originally held in the Bedouin's right hand appeared in Gailis's hand, stained with a little blood.

"Ah?" The man called out in confusion, staggered forward two more steps, and then fell to the ground.

The last thing he saw before his eyes fell into darkness was the severed section of his neck gushing with blood. Only then did he realize that the scimitar in his hand had been taken away and his head had been chopped off.

As for the other sentry who witnessed the whole process, he was so shocked that he stood there in a daze.

In the eyes of the sentinel, everything that just happened seemed very normal. It was just that Garys was quick-witted and snatched the scimitar from his brother's hand, and then chopped his brother's neck in an instant.

But is this a speed that humans can achieve? !

Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could such a person exist in the world!
It was so fast that the person involved couldn't react, and after being cut on the neck, the knife remained on the neck and would not fly up, and could only let out a confused cry of "Ah".

However, this scene that absolutely could not happen happened right before his eyes, causing him to not only feel extremely shocked, but also to question the authenticity of reality.

When the sentry came to his senses and tried to draw his scimitar tremblingly, he felt an inexplicable resistance and could not pull out the scimitar. Then he realized that the man who had just chopped his brother had come to him, and the man's right hand was on the handle of the knife.

"If I were you, I wouldn't try to draw the sword again."

As soon as Garys finished speaking, he could hear the sentinel's rapidly accelerating breathing and the violent heartbeat that was about to jump out of his throat. A short while later, the sentinel slumped to his knees on the ground, his will collapsed.

Garys patted the turban on the sentry's head and ignored him. Leaving a few people alive was not a bad thing for Garys. He needed some witnesses and also needed to get some words out of these people.

When Gellis cast his gaze towards the church in the center of the village, the Bedouins who were walking unsteadily and living a life of drunkenness not far away began to notice what was happening at the entrance of the village.

Apparently, the Bedouins did not realize what Garys had just done, as they were still drawing their bows and arrows or scimitars.

"Some of them will be killed now."

Gailis frowned, and while talking to himself, he endured the intense pain in his muscles, grabbed an arrow that flew past him, threw it back, and shot through the throat of the man who dared to shoot the arrow.

……

"Eternal God, you once sent your beloved Son to the world to announce the good news of God's love for the world and the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven. Now, please help us and let your beloved Son come to the world again. We no longer demand eternal life after death, but only hope that under the witness of Christ, we can be saved from the hands of the devil and cleanse the sins of the world. Amen."

(End of this chapter)