Falken is the only priest in the church of the Temple of Life in Red Mountain Town.

When he was young, he was a mercenary for more than two years and traveled around. Although he had been living in Hongshan Town since then, he was a well-informed person.

But today, he felt that he was still too ignorant. He really didn't expect that now there was a new way of suicide. The magic backlash directly exploded his head. Such an accurate central point exploded. If you say it, no spellcaster would believe it.

Falken finally closed his mouth. This young man who suddenly appeared in his temple should be what the oracle said a few days ago. Today, the immortal son of gold. The oracle said that after they died for a period of time, they would reappear from the temple's sacrificial platform.

But what if it is not? After all, there are so many temples of life all over the world, and a limited number of Sons of Gold may not necessarily come to their church. How should I deal with this headless corpse now, and how should I clean up this scene that seems like a murder case.

I have been a pastor in Hongshan Town for decades. I have finally accumulated enough people to hope. Now I am about to be buried, but such a thing happened. After a while, it will be a fixed prayer time in the town. When the villagers come over, I see myself standing in the church with blood, and then there is a headless male corpse on the ground...

He could imagine what kind of bizarre plot the villagers would imagine!

It took decades for the Temple of Life to gain a foothold in this village. If there is a problem of faith decline due to this incident, how should I face the call of the goddess after a while?

Falken felt it was a headache.

As the saying goes, you will come whatever you are afraid of. The wooden door behind Falken was pushed open, and a fat aunt raised her legs and was about to walk in. When she saw the terrifying scene in front of her, she screamed in a fright, and her voice trembled as if the singer was shaking. Then she saw Falken, who was covered in brain and blood, turned around again, and she was so scared that she sat on the ground.

"Susan, don't be afraid." Falken looked at the other person, a strand of white brain on his face flowing down, looking extremely terrible: "I'm Falken, this matter..."

"What, you are Pastor Falken." Unexpectedly, when he heard that the person opposite was Falken, the fat aunt named Susan was no longer afraid. She jumped up from the ground, looked at the headless body of Roland, and cursed: "Old Pastor, is it a thief in the church? It's good to kill... Wait, I'll ask someone to help now. The damn thief actually came to the old pastor..."

She walked out of the door cursingly, then shouted to the outside, "Come on, someone steals something from the church, and has been killed by the old pastor. Come and help deal with the body."

Hearing the screams and shouts coming from outside, Falken grinned, with tears flashing in his muddy old eyes.

Not long after, a large number of people squeezed in, almost all of them were adult men, and most of the children were blocked outside. When the group came in, they took a breath of air conditioning, and then scolded the little thief who had broken into the church for his death. They had no doubt that Falken was committing murder.

These people gathered together, and some went out to get clear water and prepared to clean the hall. Some people said they wanted to get a piece of cannabis and carry the body away and burn it.

More people gathered around Old Falken and asked him in a lingering manner whether he was injured or not. The care arose. Some people even ignored the disgusting brains and were helping him wipe off the blood stains from his clothes with their hands.

These people, including Old Falken, did not see Roland's consciousness always stayed next to his "corpse". To be precise, they could not see Roland, who was in a state of consciousness.

Roland was shocked by the pain that happened just now. Now he has recovered. He confirmed something. His body was backfired by magic due to improper casting of spells, and then his head exploded and died.

This may be one of the most bizarre ways of death he has ever seen. If this happened to other players, he would probably laugh so hard that tears would fall, but if it happened to him, he could only look up at the sky at 45 mins, and sadness would flow into a river.

No wonder the recommendation index on the official website of the game shows that the magician's difficulty is ten stars. Among all the professions, the highest difficulty index. The sorcerer and priest who are also spell casting professions have difficulty index of five stars.

Roland recalled the "Game Instructions" he saw before entering the virtual world. When the player died, as long as the consciousness body finds the church of the Temple of Life, lie flat on the sacrificial platform, and resurrects in a few seconds.

He looked at the crowd busy with his corpse and consciousness. He only had ordinary vision, no sense of smell, no taste, and even no sense of touch. After staying in this wonderful "unsense" environment for a long time, he would feel a sense of panic and horror.

He quickly turned around and climbed up to the sacrificial platform, lay down flat, and saw the long stone skirt of the statue of the goddess again.

Of course, there are no wonderful things like lace edges to see, just simple stone structure parallel layers, without any meaning.

Just as Roland was thinking about it, two green lights burst out from the goddess's eyes and shone on his consciousness.

The consciousness became warm, and a strange energy began to flow in his consciousness, and then his consciousness became blurred. When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the sacrificial platform.

He stood up and then found the NPCs who were busy moving the bodies, opening their mouths and looking at themselves in surprise.

At this time, he felt a little cold in his lower body. When he looked down, his face suddenly turned green like the Hulunhot grassland.

I was naked and I didn't wear any clothes.

Roland was so embarrassed that he was about to die, but his face remained calm. He glanced around the crowd not far ahead, thinking about how to speak and how to relieve the speechless situation in front of him. But soon he sighed helplessly, saying that the words were not clear and no matter how he explained it, he was useless.

And the magic of knowing language cannot be used for the time being.

At this time, Roland saw the old pastor say a few words to the people around him. People left the church in an orderly manner, and the last person to leave even closed the wooden door.

The church became dark again, and the headless corpse on the ground was still lying there. The old pastor's face was gone without blood, but there was still brain residue on his clothes. No matter how he looked at this situation, it was a bit scary.
Chapter completed!