A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

But now it has become a reality...

Then he might be executed on the spot! It's just a magical thing anyway.

But Thomas paid no attention to the spinning blade.

He rushed forward like this, braving the risk of being hacked to pieces. An invisible, flexible membrane appeared on his body.

The blade formed by the force field spun, trying to cut into Thomas's body. But while it could cut through the outer robe and armor, it could only slide harmlessly across the membrane.

The magic sword stabbed at Polei's body from the front, and the tip of the sword touched an invisible iron wall, making a sound of metal clashing.

The white and blue-striped priest robe on his body made an indescribable crisp sound, as if it was torn into pieces by invisible hands.

Even though the robe was still on him, the power contained in it had been completely exhausted.

Thomas felt a resistance in his hand and immediately realized that he needed to put more strength. He instantly concentrated all the power of the air in his chest on the sword.

The steel sword suddenly turned into a ruby ​​color.

Steel Soul Style Secret Technique: Nightmare Sword Ruby!

Thomas pushed with all his strength, and with the help of his mental strength, the sword pierced directly into his chest and came out from behind.

Puff!!! Blood spurted out of Polei’s mouth.

"So... So... It's you!" His mouth twitched, his eyes wide open, staring at Thomas in disbelief. He finally recognized who this knight was. "You're the one who killed... The Rotten Nightmare..."

Chapter 93: Fierce Battle 5

Polei stared at Thomas in horror, totally unable to comprehend what had just happened.

He took three Knight Commanders with him from the Knights, two of whom were elite and one was a core member.

The two elite soldiers had died in battle, leaving only this core member.

Unexpectedly, this backbone was the one who killed the Rotten Nightmare before.

Thomas drew his sword and stepped back. His back, which had just been bent, slowly straightened, and a calm smile appeared on his face.

"It's a pity, I was almost persuaded by you."

Polei raised his hand, and suddenly a cold light flashed in his sleeve.

At the cuffs of his monk's robe, one could see armor underneath, but in reality, it wasn't armor, but a delicate arm mechanism.

It was a very small crossbow.

But this thing was completely useless to Thomas, as his mental field had already detected it. Thomas easily avoided the attack.

For Thomas, who practices the secret art of Steel Soul, it is impossible for him to be ambushed.

The eyes cannot see and the ears cannot hear, but the spirit can still sense.

Polei's last arrow did not hit Thomas, but hit the little prince in the distance.

Specifically, rub it on the little prince's cheek.

It did leave a small wound.

This kind of sneak attack with a hidden weapon would be less accurate at a distance. Not to mention how accurate Polei's aim was at the moment of his death, only God knew.

Polei fell to the ground weakly, struggling in vain and rolling around, twitching in his death trance.

Thomas turned around and looked at the stunned adjutant.

"Special Envoy Polei was tragically wounded and killed in a fierce battle with the fugitives. What do you think of this?"

The adjutant was shocked.

The other party's previous behavior shows that he possesses some kind of extraordinary power.

Thinking back to how he had threatened and forced this person to go forward and die, he felt a strong sense of absurdity.

Moreover, this person had previously claimed that he only had average skills, but now he burst out with extraordinary abilities?

what does that mean???

But whatever it meant, he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

He's going to be silenced!!

As his thoughts raced, Thomas' figure had already charged forward like a ghost. Steel Soul Style Secret Technique: Shrinking the Earth!

The adjutant's face was distorted. He didn't dare to resist and turned around and ran.

But immediately behind him, the sound of weapons breaking through the air could be heard. It was obvious that he had been caught up.

He had no choice but to turn around and cross his spear to resist.

The sword and the spear collided.

The intense electric current instantly passed through the human body, causing the adjutant's entire body to become numb and unable to move.

"Mercy..." The adjutant opened his mouth to shout, but under the electric current, he could only make a sound and couldn't say anything.

The sword passed across his throat very slowly and gracefully.

His throat suddenly broke, as if some kind of rubber tube was cut, and blood and bubbles quickly gushed out.

He took a half step back, dropped his spear, and fell uncontrollably.

Lying on his back, his face showed only regret and shock.

Now Polei is dead, and the adjutant's throat has been cut, so he can only breathe in but not out.

The only ones who haven't been dealt with yet are the little prince and Darissa.

Unexpectedly, Thomas did not move forward but stopped where he was.

By the way, he slowly pulled out his flintlock.

Thomas clearly saw a hint of despair in Darissa's eyes.

If it was a close combat, she would still have the strength to fight back, but facing a musket was another matter.

Darissa stared at the person opposite her solemnly. She still had one final blow left to deliver, a throw of the axe.

Although she knew that there was a 99% chance that the other party would easily avoid it.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her face. She didn't dare to move. Her severely injured thigh made it impossible for him to escape.

He had two thigh wounds: one from a bullet and the other from a spear. The former was fine, but the latter was a serious injury. Even worse, this injury had been exacerbated by the previous outburst.

In fact, she could barely walk now, let alone fight.

But unexpectedly, Thomas raised his gun but did not fire. After a while, he put it down.

"What do you...want from me?"

"It's nothing," Thomas said. "Just blood."

Two options, kill or let go.

Thomas did not want any credit. After all, he was just a knight commander of the Knights Templar, a minor official, and could not get any direct benefits.

Polei could have won the Grand Duke's trust and reward by doing so, but he couldn't.

Even if he was rewarded, it would only be some money. He was not short of money now.

Polei was already dead, and if he killed the two people in front of him, he could say that they died together.

But... doesn't anyone doubt it?

How could it be such a coincidence that others perished together and you got the advantage?

Even if the dead can't speak, they will still arouse suspicion in many people. And as long as there is suspicion, there will definitely be problems in the investigation.

Whether it's the wounds on the corpse or magical divination, it's very troublesome.

On the contrary, if Polei was defeated and killed, no one would suspect it. At least not many people would suspect it.

Because so many people have been killed, the soldiers who have experienced everything will never question the strength of a country protector.

This matter can only be solved from the perspective of risk.

"You want blood too?" Darissa frowned.

"This is also for your own good. If there is no blood, the Grand Duke will never give up." Thomas said.

All men have experienced this.

This can be considered a unity of rights and obligations. Childbirth is dangerous, but women will never have the anxiety of whether they are the parent, while men will always have it.

In my past life, men could choose genetic testing, but in this era, there is no such convenient thing.

"Haha... Since you are in this state now, you might as well hand it over to me honestly, and then I will let you go. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation? I get the credit, and you can leave here alive." Thomas had a smile on his face, but he was a little impatient in his heart.

Time is limited, and there's no telling when someone will catch up.

An adjutant just appeared.

Darissa turned her gaze to the little prince behind her.

At this time, the little prince had already stood up and walked to Darisa's side. He looked at Darisa and nodded firmly.

Then he turned and faced Thomas.

"I agree to your request," he said.

Thomas looked and saw that Polei must have been prepared.

Sure enough, he immediately saw that Polei was carrying such a small water bag.

Not only him, the adjutant also has one.

This is obviously not for drinking water because it is too small, but it can be used to hold a child's blood.

Thomas took off the two water bags and threw them to the little prince.

Chapter 94: Fierce Battle 6

If you say two bags are for holding water, they are really not worth mentioning, not enough for a few sips.

But if it is filled with blood, the capacity becomes quite scary.

The little prince hesitated for a long time, and finally took his dagger and cut a gash on his arm.

Close your eyes and cut down tremblingly.

But for a child of this age, it's already very brave.

He also fully understood what would happen if he did not meet the other party's requirements.

One bag was finally completely full, and the other was only half full.

But the wound had stopped bleeding. The little prince turned pale and took out his knife to cut another one.

Thomas looked at the little prince and felt that it was a bit too much.

"Forget it, put the bag down on the ground. Then you can leave." Thomas said.

The little prince hesitated.

He didn't dare bet on whether Thomas would suddenly strike back. After all, this man had just killed his colleagues and superiors without a word, just to take credit for himself.

The extent of his cruelty was also extremely shocking to him.

"Your Highness, please do as he says." Darissa sighed and said.

The little prince came over, biting his lip, and slowly moved forward, placing the bag gently on the ground in front of Thomas.

Thomas casually pulled something out of his bag and said, "This is for you!"

Hemostatic drugs, bandages, and other emergency medicines. Thomas bought these himself.

He had already thought about what to say when he got back.

Then they would say that Lord Polei had captured the little prince, and for some unknown reason had taken a bag of blood. Then Darissa suddenly arrived, and Polei ordered her to take the blood back while he stayed behind to stop the enemy.

When he brought his men back afterwards, he discovered that the master had been killed by that witch.

This is the most appropriate way, as it reduces unnecessary credit and does not make him stand out too much, thus reducing risks.

Anyway, everything is thanks to Polei. I guess no one would compete with a dead person for credit.