A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

He pushed with his hand, and a strong gust of wind suddenly appeared, blowing the little prince far away and knocking him unconscious.

"Don't think you're that important, little bastard!" Polei sneered. "What difference does it make whether you live or die? We just want your blood!"

Chapter 91: Fierce Battle 3

"Blood?" The little prince fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. He never dreamed that there would be such an answer.

"Hahahaha... Your Highness," Polei scornfully gazed at the little prince in the distance. The shock of the previous moment had left him unable to rise for a moment. "Do you really think the Grand Duke of Kiev wants to use your status to interfere in the Bulgar Khanate?"

"Isn't it?" The little prince was confused.

He was a precocious child, but no matter how precocious he was, he was still a child after all. He just couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Ah, strictly speaking, yes," Polei said with a smile. "Since the establishment of the Rurik Dynasty, for hundreds of years, the Rus' cities, though nominally united, have in reality become increasingly divided. The Grand Prince of Kiev has always dreamed of reuniting Rus', and every Grand Prince has shared this ambition. Intervening in foreign lands and expanding territory is a quick way to strengthen one's own power, reduce the separatist ambitions of the cities, and increase the subjects' recognition of legitimacy. If I can use your status to invade the Bulgar Khanate, the Grand Prince's prestige will undoubtedly soar, and reuniting Rus' is not impossible."

"But that's not the key. To the Grand Duke, your blood is more important than your body. Do you understand? I accepted the Grand Duke's commission. Of course, capturing your body would be better, but at the very least, as long as I get your blood, I'll be considered successful."

"What good is my blood?" the little prince still didn't understand. No one had ever mentioned such a thing before.

"Your blood is of no use to you, but it is truly the blood of honor."

"Your bloodline originates from Kuburt Khan, who is believed to be a great hero and of noble blood. Moreover, according to the magical prophecy, you are the one with the thickest noble blood in the world! This is the guidance of the magical prophecy!"

"But what do I have to do with the Grand Duke of Kiev?"

No matter how good the noble blood is, it has nothing to do with the Grand Duke of Kiev. Could it be that the Grand Duke of Kiev is interested in a marriage?

"Hahahaha... That's a good question!" Polei laughed. "Indeed, you two have no connection. But," Polei said coldly. "Not long ago, a close relative of the Grand Duke of Kiev, a boy, was kidnapped. It was a big deal... Of course, he was eventually returned safe and sound."

"The Grand Duke was very curious and wanted to find out what was going on. He tried every possible means and finally succeeded in finding out the answer. The kidnappers wanted to capture the child because they wanted to use his blood. Since the child was a relative of the Grand Duke, he would naturally inherit the bloodline of the Rurik Dynasty. From a bloodline perspective, the Rurik Dynasty may not be as prominent as Kuburt Khan, but it is also a prominent bloodline. Unfortunately, the child is nothing!"

"He has no noble blood at all. Or... in the way you can understand it, he is not a descendant of the Rurik dynasty! He is a bastard! The product of an ignominious adultery! Or at least, his ancestors were bastards!"

"Such an illegitimate child has become a relative of the Grand Duke!"

"The Grand Duke was furious, but naturally... a thought came to his mind! He wanted to confirm whether his child was his own. Those children in his court who called him 'father' were his true bloodline, or the products of those women's dishonorable extramarital affairs!"

"Unfortunately, some things are just that complicated. Usually, the blood relationship between father and son is determined by appearance. But as we all know, it is actually difficult to judge based on appearance alone. Because the appearance of father and son is not exactly the same."

"Any method currently available is only a rough estimate, not an absolute accurate way to determine parent-child relationships."

"The Grand Duke has an obsession!"

"This obsession was so strong that... it made the Grand Duke sleepless. Finally, he found a reliable method..." Polei laughed. "Using magic, leveraging the connection of the noble blood, to verify his biological relationship with the children!"

"Now, do you understand, Your Highness? Your identity is important, but to me, to the Grand Duke, it is secondary. What the Grand Duke really wants is your blood... and so do I." Polei smiled, his face revealing an expression that even a poisonous snake would be afraid of.

"you?"

"It's alright to tell you, but the Glorious Blood has a second use. That's sacrifice." Polei's face was filled with enthusiasm. "The Glorious Blood is a sacrifice that no god can refuse!"

As he spoke, a ball of flame energy compressed to the limit appeared in his hand.

"So, you want to threaten me with your life... forget it! You can't threaten anyone!" After saying this, Polei threw the fireball in his hand and hit Darisa in front of him.

The compressed flame energy exploded, forming a violent explosion, and the air wave blew sand and gravel into the sky.

Polei was also affected by the flying sand and rocks at such close range that he had to cover his face with his hands to protect his eyes.

A roar like thunder rang out.

Darisa, who had been lying motionless on the ground, jumped out from the flames and storm, holding an axe and chopped in the air.

Polei was shocked, but he couldn't dodge in time, so he could only subconsciously draw his knife and prepare to fight back.

After all, he is not a warrior, and when it comes to close combat reaction, he is completely incomparable to a warrior.

This was a blow filled with terrifying power, and his long sword immediately broke into two pieces.

After the first axe chopped off Polei's long sword, the second axe struck the seemingly ordinary blue-black priest's robe, making a clanging sound. It was as if this terrible blow had not hit a human body, but a steel barrier.

One, two, three continuous chops. Each chop was in a different location, but each chop made a sound of metal.

But the blue-black priest's robes were fading rapidly, from the previously inconspicuous blue-black to becoming lighter and lighter.

Every time it was hit by an axe, the color would fade by three points, rapidly transforming from blue to white.

After being hit by more than ten axes, Polei finally came to his senses. He pushed with both hands and a strong airflow blew the enemy away.

Darissa tumbled to the ground, covered in wounds, blood and flames burning her face, leaving deep marks. However, a dangerous light still flashed in her eyes.

On the other hand, Polei's blue robe had become a white background with blue stripes. On the white robe, the blue fuel had drawn strange patterns.

It seemed to be a pattern of suns.

Polei fumbled with his robe, a look of distress on his face. When he looked up, his eyes were filled with anger.

"Mithra!" Polei roared, and a larger and more powerful flame appeared before him. "You blasphemous woman, die!"

That kind of scorching light can make you feel the danger even from a distance.

This ball of fire contains enough energy to completely destroy humanity.

Then, just before he could completely form, Darissa took the initiative and pounced on him.

She moved so agilely that it was impossible to tell she was injured.

Even Polei misjudged the speed of the opponent's charge and the speed at which his own spell would take shape.

He had no time to dodge, and in a panic he could only cast out an incomplete spell.

There was a loud explosion that seemed to shake the sky.

Thomas emerged from the bushes where he had been hiding.

Darisa could no longer stand up and could only sit there gasping for breath. Her body was covered in various scars.

She had lost too much blood, was exhausted, and had used some secret method that was obviously not suitable for her regular use. Now she seemed unable to move.

Polei half-knelt on the ground in anger. His white robe had lost its ability to defend against the enemy, and the opponent's axe had cut a large gash in his waist. The slightest movement would cause his internal organs to leak out, and he could only block it with his hands.

But he didn't dare to act for the moment.

If any random person comes now, they can decide the outcome.

So, both of them looked at the new person who appeared.

From his robe and armor, one could tell that he was a Knight Commander of the Order of the Sunflower.

Chapter 92: Fierce Battle 4

Polei was overjoyed.

"Quick, come here and kill this witch for me! She's seriously injured! She can't move now and there's no way she can get away!"

Thomas walked at a leisurely pace.

Now, for the first time, he included the other party in the perception range of his spiritual field and felt what it meant to protect the country.

This woman was filled with strength. Though weakened, it was still powerful.

Although she looked seriously injured and unable to move, the air around her body was surging with some overflowing thoughts, emitting a creepy aura.

The naked eye can easily misjudge, but the spiritual field cannot be mistaken.

A trapped beast will still fight. This is a trapped beast.

Even though she was seriously injured, she still had the strength to fight one last time.

Thomas turned his gaze towards Polei.

"What are you looking at? Come over here and kill her! He can't move now!" Seeing that Thomas didn't move, Polei's face suddenly became ferocious and impatient.

"Sir, this man has been seriously injured, but I'm afraid he still has the strength to fight. We don't need to rush. As long as I stand guard on the side and wait for the others to catch up, we can easily win." Thomas did not move.

If he was so anxious to take action, there might be something wrong. He would not ignore the induction of the spiritual field.

Polei probably knew something, but he just didn't care about Thomas' life.

"What do you know!? She may have mastered the art of breathing, which allows her to recover once a day! Once the time is up, she can use the breathing technique to heal herself!" Polei was furious.

Although this possibility is not high and the breathing technique cannot be used at this moment in time, even a small threat must be strangled in the cradle in time.

Seeing that Thomas hadn't made a move, Polei knew that he wasn't going to make a move until he saw the rabbit. This was a bargain!

He secretly hated her, but knew now was not the time to vent his anger. No matter what, this woman had to die quickly to avoid any more trouble.

"This woman is already unable to move. If you attack her now, I'll personally commend you to the Grand Duke when I return," Polei said. "Uh... you're a member of the Knights. The Grand Duke will reward them handsomely!"

"The Grand Duke's reward to the Knights is none of my business!" Thomas replied in his heart.

He was about to speak when he suddenly noticed a figure in the distance out of the corner of his eye.

Thomas had been observing all the way and confirmed that almost no one had caught up. The previous battle was so brutal. Not only the other soldiers, but even the knights showed obvious morale and fear.

Or to put it another way, all the brave ones died, and the timid ones didn't dare to follow.

Didn't expect someone to follow?

The man wore a brand new suit of armor, a battle robe, and held a spear, but no helmet. Thomas recognized him as one of Polei's trusted lieutenants.

Polei also had several trusted confidants who helped him lead the people. However, the others were probably dead. Thomas had seen their bodies.

This is probably the last one.

"Sir! What's happening to you?" The adjutant approached and saw that something was wrong with the three men.

The little prince who was further away was simply ignored by him.

"Go and kill that witch! Whoever kills her first will be rewarded handsomely!" Polei was overjoyed and shouted quickly.

The adjutant immediately headed over there, but after taking a few steps, he found that Thomas on the side was motionless.

Suddenly he stopped moving.

Looking at the current situation and thinking about Polei's usual style, even a fool could guess that it was almost correct.

This woman is a protector of the nation after all, and there's a good chance she's holding onto the strength to deliver one final blow.

But, I have to go there.

Polei saw everything. He will be held responsible later.

"Did you hear the lord's order?" the adjutant narrowed his eyes and looked at Thomas, saying coldly.

Thomas ignored him.

"You want to disobey orders?" the adjutant continued. "You are just a stalwart!"

Thomas glanced back at him. Following Polei wasn't a good idea. He hadn't learned anything else, but he had learned to force others to their deaths with ease.

Thomas looked back into the distance again to make sure that no one was chasing him.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, instantly drew his sword and rushed towards Darissa.

Darissa sighed softly and tightened her grip on the battle axe.

Then, suddenly, Thomas turned mid-flight and lunged at Polei, his sword slashing straight for the neck.

The attack came suddenly, and took advantage of Polei's inability to move. It was obviously too late to cast spells and chant incantations to counterattack.

Even if the opponent dodges, the intestines will flow out directly from the abdominal wound due to the intense exercise.

This was an extremely vicious sneak attack.

"I've been on guard against you!" Unexpectedly, Polei laughed and raised a hand.

Countless rapidly spinning crystal blades instantly appeared in front of him, blocking Thomas's path.

If he continued to charge, Thomas would be charging directly into the wall of swords and would be in danger of being cut into pieces.

At the same time, Polei released his hand from his abdomen and raised his other hand. He maintained this position so that although his internal organs were exposed, they did not flow out in large quantities, which would not hinder the casting of the spell.

The energy of the flame began to condense in front of the palm again.

This sword blade barrier is made of sharp blades condensed by force fields. Although it can block people, it does not affect energy.

Polei was well prepared. From the very beginning, he didn't trust anyone.

What's more, he was a warrior who had clearly behaved unruly before.

So even though Thomas's attack was a surprise attack, it was also within his consideration.

Of course, although we were prepared, we were still somewhat surprised because the other party dared to launch a surprise attack at the risk of treason and betrayal.