Falken was the only priest in the church of the Church of Life in Red Mountain Town.
When he was young, he had been a mercenary for more than two years. Although he had been living in Red Mountain Town ever since, he was still a knowledgeable man.
However, today, he felt that he was still too ignorant and inexperienced. He really did not expect that there would be a new way to commit suicide now. The recoil of magic directly blew up one's own head. Such a precise explosion at the center, no Spell Caster would believe it.
It took Falken a long time to close his mouth. The young man who suddenly showed up in his church should be the undying Golden Son who would arrive today according to the oracle. The oracle said that they would reappear on the altar of the church after they died for a while.
But what if they weren't? After all, there were so many Churches of Life in the world, and the Golden Sons might not arrive in his church. How should he deal with the headless body and the crime scene that looked like a murder case?
He had been a priest in Red Mountain Town for decades and finally earned enough respect. Now that he was about to be buried, such a thing had happened. It would be the fixed prayer time in the town soon. When the villagers came, they would see him in the church covered in blood and the headless body on the ground …
He could already imagine what kind of bizarre scenarios the villagers would come up with!
It had taken the Church of Life decades to gain a foothold in this village. If their faith declined because of this incident, how could he face the summoning of the goddess later?
Falken felt that his head was aching.
As the saying went, what he feared would happen. The wooden door behind Falken was pushed open, and a fat woman was about to walk in. She screamed in fear at the horrifying scene, her voice shivering like that of a singer. Then, seeing that Falken, whose face was covered in brains and blood, turned around, she fell to the ground in fear.
"Susan, don't be scared." Falken looked at the woman. White brains flowed down from his face, making him look even more horrifying. "I'm Falken. About this …"
"What? You're Reverend Falken?" Out of her expectation, the fat woman named Susan was no longer scared after hearing that it was Falken. She jumped to her feet and cursed at Lauren's headless body. "Old reverend, did a thief break into the church? Well done … Wait a moment. I'll call for help right now. Damn thief, how dare he steal it from the old priest … "
She walked out of the room and shouted, "Help! Someone stole from the church and was killed by the old priest. Come and help me deal with the body."
Hearing the exclamations and shouts outside, Falken grinned. There were tears in his old eyes.
Not long after, a large group of people squeezed in. Almost all of them were adult men. Most of the children were blocked outside. Those people gasped when they saw the gory scene in the church. Then, they cursed that the thief who broke into the church deserved to die. They did not suspect that Falken was a murderer at all.
They discussed. Some of them fetched water to clean the church, and some said that they would fetch a piece of cloth to carry the body away and burn it.
More people gathered around old Falken and asked him if he was hurt. They all cared about him. Some of them were even wiping the blood on his clothes without caring about the disgusting brains.
None of them, including old Falken, saw that Lauren's consciousness had been next to his body. To be more exact, they couldn't see Lauren, who was in the state of consciousness.
Just now, Roland was shocked by the sudden pain. Now that he had calmed down, he confirmed one thing. His body in the game was consumed by magic power because of the inappropriate casting of the spell, and then his head exploded and he died.
It was probably one of the weirdest ways to die that he had ever seen. If it happened to other players, he would've laughed so hard that he cried. But since it happened to him, he could only look at the sky in sorrow.
No wonder the recommendation on the official website showed that the difficulty of Mage was ten stars. It was the highest of all the recommended classes. Warlocks and Priests, who were also spellcasters, were only five stars.
Lauren recalled the game instructions that he read before he entered the virtual world. After a player died, he would be resurrected several seconds later as long as his consciousness found the church of the Church of Life and lay on the ritual table.
He looked at the people who were busy working beside his' corpse '. In the state of consciousness, he only had ordinary vision. He had no sense of smell, taste, or even touch. If he stayed in this strange environment for too long, he would feel a sense of panic and terror.
He hurried to climb to the ritual table and lay down. Then, he saw the statue's dress again.
Of course, there was nothing special like lace. It was just a simple stone structure. It was not interesting at all.
While Roland was lost in his thoughts, two rays of green light shot out of the statue's eyes and shone on his consciousness.
His consciousness became warm, and a strange energy began to flow in his consciousness. Then, his consciousness became blurry, and when he woke up again, he found himself lying on the sacrificial altar.
He stood up, only to find that the NPCs who were busy moving the body were looking at him in surprise with their mouths wide open.
At this moment, he felt that his lower body was cold. He lowered his head, only to be as green as the Hulunhao Prairie.
He was completely naked, not wearing a single piece of clothing.
Roland was so embarrassed that he was about to die, but he still maintained a calm expression on his face. He glanced at the crowd in front of him a few times, thinking about how he should speak and how he should resolve the situation in front of him that made him speechless. But soon, he let out a long sigh helplessly. There was a language barrier, and no matter how he explained, it was useless.
He couldn't use Language Proficiency yet, either.
At this moment, Lauren saw that the old priest said something to the people around him, and they left the church in order. The last person to leave even closed the wooden door.
The church became dim again. The headless body was still lying on the ground. The old priest's face was clean, but his clothes were still stained with brains. No matter how one looked at it, this situation was somewhat frightening.
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