A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

With a shrill scream, a Ross soldier was pierced through, and his body was carried away by the remaining force and nailed directly to a big tree.

The woman had at least four or five short spears on her back.

"Go! Kill them!" Polei's eyes tightened and he quickly retreated. While retreating, he waved his hands repeatedly to command his men.

"Don't be afraid. She's still injured and won't recover. If the battle drags on, she'll be exposed!"

These soldiers are all good fighters selected from garrisons in various places, and their strength is at the core level.

The brave ones took the initiative to rush forward, but their movements were clumsy and inconvenient in the snow.

And that woman was like an elf who could dance on the snow.

The woman drew her melee weapon—a relatively small battle axe—and began to swing it.

One at a time.

In just one or two minutes, eight or nine people fell in a pool of blood.

The blood dyed the snow crimson.

Even the most select soldiers have limited courage. This scene is enough to make the bravest man timid.

Those who rushed forward in the first wave all died, and the remaining ones looked at each other in bewilderment, but dared not charge again.

One of them turned and ran away in fear.

Polei was furious, and when the deserter passed by him, he chopped him to the ground with a knife.

"Go! Anyone who disobeys my order will be charged with treason!"

He didn't expect to achieve success with this number of people at the beginning, but wanted to use these cannon fodder to consume the opponent's physical strength and endurance, making their injuries more serious.

Under his harsh pressure, the soldiers had no choice but to continue fighting.

The battle was over in a short time. Darissa felled the last soldier with a blow of her axe and then rushed towards the remaining Polei.

But the latter had already mounted his mount. Seeing the enemy approaching quickly, he immediately spurred his horse back.

"She is indeed a witch, so powerful." Polei's face was grim. He didn't care about the death of his subordinates at all, and he had no intention of fighting with the other party. Instead, he stared at the other party, trying to observe his injuries.

After all, humans are no match for horses in speed.

Seeing that she couldn't catch up, Darisa took out a javelin and threw it at the opponent.

The javelin pierced the priest's robe, but made a sound of metal, was bent and bounced away.

As expected, the woman was seriously injured.

Now is not the time to fight head-on. We must continuously send people to interfere and further weaken the enemy so that we can easily achieve the final victory.

For him, this is the right way. On the one hand, he can protect himself to the greatest extent, and on the other hand, he can complete the task.

As for the dead...

Killing an opponent who is either protecting the country or halfway to protecting the country will always come at a price.

Soon, he had ridden away on his horse.

Darissa would not chase after him, nor could she, because she had the little prince as a burden.

She couldn't stay too far away from the little prince.

With this encumbrance, her path of action can be roughly estimated.

"I don't believe I can't outlast you!" Polei stopped his horse and swore from afar, gritting his teeth. There are plenty of people in Kiev. Even if they pile up their lives, they can still kill a patriot!

As for the rest, he didn't even consider it. The little prince must be taken back! Dead or alive!

As long as he brings it back, the last gap in his dream plan will be filled and he can start implementing it!

This is of great importance. Anyone who dares to hinder him will be his absolute enemy! He will never let them go!

Chapter 82: Protecting the Nation 3

In the afternoon, Thomas noticed the movements in the city.

Among the soldiers who were responsible for maintaining daily order in the city, the best ones were called out and left the city in groups.

Not only ordinary soldiers, but also mercenaries hired with high bounties.

From time to time, a messenger came and left with a group of people.

This amount...

Thomas stood on a staircase, observing the troops leaving the city.

The teams were dressed in bright armor, but they carried no clothing, bedding, or other essential supplies for a long journey. If they had any, it would only be a small amount of food and water.

In other words, the place they were going to was the area around Kiev.

It’s no more than two days’ journey.

Considering that there are so many cities surrounding Kiev, they actually went to the suburbs of Kiev - the suburbs in a broad sense.

It was obvious that the little prince had been found. Not far away, right nearby.

But... does it take so many people to discover his whereabouts?

And you deliberately choose good players?

Thomas didn't believe it at first, but now he really believes that the little prince has a protector of the country.

Otherwise, this layout cannot be explained.

How powerful is the protection of the country?

His teacher once gave the best answer to this question: one man is worth a thousand.

However, this refers to a battle under ideal circumstances.

But in a real fight, it's definitely not a one-for-a-thousand exchange, because the dead cannot be resurrected, and people who are tired or have minor injuries can fully recover with just a simple rest and medical treatment.

If he fights a thousand enemies a day, Huguo will be exhausted to death. But if he fights a hundred enemies a day, and a total of a thousand enemies in ten days, Huguo will probably not only feel no pressure, but even feel like laughing.

This is where the term "guardian of the country" comes from. They are truly capable of protecting a small country with just one person.

Thomas had never actually seen the Protectorate, so he could only rely on his imagination.

But imagination has its limits. It's hard to imagine something you haven't seen or understood.

Before meeting Crow, Thomas had no idea what an elite warrior was like. After seeing the nightmare of decay, Thomas realized that elite warriors were far more complex than he had imagined.

To be honest, it is not impossible for Rotten Nightmare to kill a thousand people a day.

But the rotten nightmare is not the protection of the country. If there is a chance, Thomas really wants to see what the real protection of the country is all about.

Of course, this "take a look" really means to take a look from the audience, rather than personally fighting to protect the country.

If he really had to fight against a national defender, Thomas felt that he would definitely not be able to escape.

There was more than one person in the Knights Templar. Two other knight commanders came to Thomas at some point and watched the team going away.

"It seems that it will be our turn sooner or later." A knight commander said meaningfully.

"This matter seems a bit strange. We'd better wait and see what happens," said another Knight Commander. "If you can avoid participating, then don't. Perhaps I should go find the Grand Master?"

"I'm afraid this matter...it will be difficult for us to escape." Thomas looked around again and sighed.

Although the knight commander behind him had never met him before and looked unfamiliar, he gave people a special feeling.

It attracts attention inexplicably.

He obviously didn't do anything, but your eyes would inadvertently see him.

This feeling had been similar before...the same feeling the crow had given Thomas. But in his mental field, he felt nothing unusual.

This person should be an elite.

Over there, a man dressed as a herald came in and intercepted a messenger, presumably bringing someone's orders.

The two sides faced each other, whispering something.

Finally, they reached an agreement, and the messenger who was originally leading the troops away snorted coldly and left.

The team he was originally going to take away naturally stayed.

Several knight commanders saw everything clearly, and after the messenger left, they exchanged glances with each other.

It seems that the special envoy doesn't have the support of everyone. In other words... there may be problems at the top level.

It’s hard to say this, just keep it in mind.

It seems that there will be no order to attack for the time being.

Of course there was no order to disband.

Thomas knew he would probably have to stay in Kiev, but that wasn't a bad thing for him.

The damaged godhead can better absorb the divine power in this large Hagia Sophia.

"Thomas, where are you going?" A knight commander called out to Thomas as he was leaving.

"Go to church, there is a big mass today," said Thomas.

"It really is Thomas the Pious," the Knight Commander said casually.

Now, that protectorate is a major threat.

Then, the three evil wolves in the wolf's den, who are also three elite soldiers, are also a threat that cannot be ignored.

I guess there are still some Star-Moon Cultists out there. Now that old man Bahador is dead, the Star-Moon Cultists might come and assassinate me. They might do it themselves, or they might hire assassins.

There's also Haakon the Mouse. Thomas had tricked him last time, so he might take revenge.

In short, there were four threats at the moment. Thomas found himself surprisingly calm, not at all nervous, and even had the leisure to think about dinner.

Can we only say that if you have too much debt, you won’t worry, and if you have too many lice, you won’

After the mass, Thomas checked the damaged godhead and added two new balls of divine power.

As expected of a large-scale mass, with nearly a thousand people in attendance, the accumulated divine power was enormous. Now, the divine power was almost gone.

After a simple dinner, I returned to my residence and prepared the bathtub.

As usual, take off all your clothes and then apply a thick layer of potion to every possible part of your body.

A jar of potion worth two or three florins was emptied in one go.

Then he looked inward, using his consciousness to drive the ten balls of divine power and pour them into his body.

In an instant, a surge of heat rushed into the body, and the whole body trembled slightly.

Memories of practicing the "no-mind" meditation method quickly flooded into my mind.

The original spiritual field was quickly fine-tuned, and the spiritual induction became clearer and more solid. But that was all.

It was not enough, so Thomas immediately poured in another ten balls of divine power.

The mental field expanded slightly and became more solid. In addition, the air mass in the chest doubled in size.

It was still not enough, so Thomas got ruthless and poured most of the remaining divine power into his body in one breath.

There are less than ten groups of divine power left.

If he fails this time, Thomas can only wait until next time and accumulate at least fifty groups of divine power before he can try again.

But this time the infusion was different. His whole body suddenly began to shake violently, and all the muscles in his body twisted and twitched uncontrollably.

Under the impact of the continuous heat flow, Thomas felt a sound that seemed like tinnitus.

A certain deadlocked level was broken through.

Chapter 83: Protecting the Nation 4

When Thomas regained consciousness, he was kneeling on one leg on the ground, gasping for breath.

To break through this bottleneck, the divine power required was approximately thirty-five groups of divine power. The last wave of divine power was somewhat wasted.

In other words, in order to break through the bottleneck in the next round, it would be more appropriate to prepare at least fifty regiments.

This secret technique is really difficult to practice, and it consumes more and more divine power.

Thomas looked again and saw that there were still eight balls of divine power.