A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

In this way, the credit will be distributed layer by layer by the superiors.

"You need to leave immediately, okay?" Thomas said. "Besides, I trust you know how to keep a secret."

"If you are caught and tell what happened just now, I guarantee that even the royal palace in Kiev cannot protect you!" Thomas said to the little prince.

The little prince nodded vigorously.

"Please go ahead, both of you." Thomas then extended his hand, indicating that they could leave.

The little prince brought the medicine over, and Darisa treated the injury roughly as quickly as possible. Then she looked at Thomas deeply and left with the help of the little prince.

After watching the two figures disappear, Thomas looked back at the scene one last time. Convinced that no one could easily make out anything from this image, he turned around and tried to leave.

He suddenly saw something out of the corner of his eye.

It was a metal object, lying next to Polei's body. It must have fallen from him as he tumbled in his death throes. Thomas stepped forward and picked it up.

It was a strange symbol, simply a sun with wings.

It should be some kind of religious symbol.

There are only a few corpses lying quietly on the riverbed of this temporary river.

There was the sound of tiny footsteps.

Then, a skinny old man appeared. He looked around and then walked straight towards the corpse.

Walk all the way to Polei's body.

Polei was already dead, after all, he was stabbed in the chest by a sword.

The old man began to chant a spell, and as he chanted, the power of the magic net was drawn out and then gathered here.

A cloud of smoke rose from Polei's body and eventually condensed into a Polei.

The body condensed from smoke was illusory and only had the upper body, but it was indeed Polei.

However, at this moment, the hostility on his face had disappeared, and he looked very weak.

"Teacher...it's you...I...what happened to me? I remember I was the one who sent the signal to you...but, what's going on?"

"You are already dead," the old man said sadly. "I used 'Talk with the Dead' to temporarily awaken your soul."

"Ah... I'm dead? I'm already dead? What will happen if I die?"

"Once the magic wears off, your consciousness will sink back into chaos. I can't accurately describe your future, and I don't know which underworld you will go to."

"Is there anything different in the underworld?"

"Yes, there are some sleep, some reincarnation, some eternal suffering, and some judgment," the old man said. "But, my Lord's power cannot take you to His Kingdom now, so you will go to one of these underworlds."

"Ah... is that so?" Polei sighed softly. "I'm sorry, teacher... I've tried my best."

"Have you found the glorious blood?" asked the old man.

"Yes, I think my mission is complete." Polei pointed into the distance. "There's a hidden arrow over there that grazed the target's cheek. I think it must have caused a small amount of blood." He pointed to the other side. "There should be a little bit of the target's blood dripping on the ground over there."

The old man followed the instructions and found a hidden arrow and a stone stained with blood.

There was a small piece of flesh scraped off the sleeve arrow, and a little blood on the stone.

"I don't know if it's enough..."

"That's enough!" the old man said. He returned to Polei. "That's enough. We're just making a decoy, not actually performing a sacrifice. Just one drop of this most powerful and noble blood will suffice."

He put the things away carefully.

"Teacher, I'm sorry... I'm incompetent. Even the Sun Robe was damaged in the battle."

"No, child, you've done very well," the old man sighed. "So far, we have gathered everything we need. Oh, we still need a little blood sacrifice. But that's the simplest and easiest thing to obtain. It's just a matter of time."

"The sacred flame will surely be lit again, and your achievements will be remembered for eternity!"

He stepped forward, made a hugging gesture, hugged Polei's invisible body, and then took half a step back.

Polei sighed.

"Who killed you?" the old man asked again. "Was it the national warrior named Darissa?"

"No, it's not," Polei said. "I was so close to winning, but I didn't expect... Teacher, it was that person!"

"Which person?"

"The one who killed the Rotten Nightmare!" Polei said anxiously.

"The Christian Knight?"

"Yes, that's him. I suspect the Christians were aware of this a long time ago, but I just don't have any reliable evidence. So, based on the principle of not letting anyone go even if they killed someone by mistake, they sent people to cause trouble for us... The name of the knight who killed me, I think, was..."

Polei tried hard to say the name, but the magic time had expired.

His last utterance also turned into a vague sound.

"Thomas?" the old man murmured softly to himself, then bowed deeply to Polei's body.

Now there was no way to collect the body of his most beloved disciple, so he could only leave.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to book friend Wudi Zhanlong for the reward.

Chapter 95 Post-War 1

Surprisingly, Polei's death did not cause much unrest.

In fact, by the end of the battle, the entire army had been broken up and no longer in order. Polei's close associates had no intention of sheltering the defeated soldiers, so everyone retreated all the way back to the city.

After Thomas returned, he went straight to the squad leader and handed him a bag filled with blood.

The branch leader is no small figure and is qualified to meet the Grand Duke directly.

Although Polei died, he successfully obtained the blood that the Grand Duke cared about most before his death.

He finally ordered Thomas to take the blood away, while he stayed behind to stop the enemy's desperate counterattack to protect the country.

The record was quickly sent up.

In this way, the credit is shared among all levels, and Thomas only has the credit of "escorting".

It's not particularly big, so it's not noticeable.

As for continuing the search for the little prince, no one mentioned it.

Everyone is afraid.

In the past, we only knew about the National Guard and that it was very powerful, but we had no idea how powerful it was.

But this time, after personally standing on the opposite side of the Huguo Army and actually fighting against them, I realized how powerful the Huguo Army was—so powerful that it was ridiculous, so powerful that all those who didn't believe in it died.

Thomas himself counted the harvest.

In addition to the small half bag of blood, he also had a gain that he had never expected.

Around the damaged divine nature, many divine power groups once again surrounded it.

There were as many as fifty or sixty regiments.

Before setting out, Thomas had already used up most of his divine power in order to improve his strength. But after returning, he discovered that he had gained so much more without knowing when.

Gaining divine power by killing people has happened twice before.

One time, it was a wolf-skin warrior. Killing each wolf-skin warrior gave you a ball of divine power. I got three or four balls in total.

But the second time he took the initiative to find the wolf-skin warriors, he killed several people but gained nothing.

Once, in a one-on-one duel, he killed the Rotten Nightmare and obtained about forty groups of divine power in one go.

This time, he obtained more divine power from Polei than last time.

These circumstances led Thomas to begin to further consider where the divine power came from.

However, the intelligence was still insufficient and Thomas could not make an accurate judgment.

Gradually, nothing was heard of the little prince.

Three Knight Commanders set out, but only one returned, and the entire Knight Order fell into a kind of low ebb.

Although Thomas's gains maintained the reputation of the Knights in a sense, this loss was still unbearable for the Knights. In the next few days, Thomas slowly recuperated at the headquarters.

The one who really needs care is not himself, but his subordinates.

All his men returned, but not all of them returned intact.

Two or three were injured.

Mainly injured by flying rocks.

If you are hit by those flying rocks, you will either die or be injured, but what is worse is that they will explode.

When it hits a big rock or solid ground, the huge force will cause the flying rock to shatter into pieces and splash away.

There is no way to hide.

Fortunately, everyone was wearing armor, so they weren't seriously injured. However, serious bruises and broken bones were unavoidable.

"It hurts, it hurts... Be gentler!" A sergeant in the medical room asked his companions to apply medicine to him.

The ointment must be applied with kneading movements to facilitate the penetration of the medicine, causing him to grimace in pain.

Thomas looked at the severe bruises on his body and sighed inwardly. This was the force of a flying stone fragment. If it had hit him head-on, it wouldn't be a bruise.

From the smell, it looked like a magic potion.

Almost everyone who has reached the intermediate level has a potion recipe.

Different potions have different effects, and this one is obviously a recovery type.

However, Thomas's subordinates now felt three points more grateful and three points more respectful towards Thomas.

This time, thanks to Thomas's preparation, they escaped death. The other two knight commanders' teams suffered most casualties.

There weren't even many "injured" people, most of them were dead.

The two knight commanders were also dead.

Consciously or unconsciously, everyone's support for Thomas was much higher than before.

No longer as perfunctory and distant as before.

"Sir Thomas, the superiors have praised you highly this time. I heard that even the Grand Duke of Kiev knows your name." said Janos.

He is a local and is well-informed.

"Haha, it's just good luck." Thomas replied with a smile.

After this treatment, this merit was no longer so prominent. The Knights would not give him a promotion.

In other words, he has only secured the position of Knight Commander and has been recognized by his colleagues and superiors. It is still too early for him to be promoted to squad leader, as his qualifications and achievements are still insufficient.

However, it is actually not bad to be a prince who obeys orders but not announcements.

As they were talking, they heard a heart-wrenching cry.

Thomas stood up, walked to the window and looked out.

Over there, a team of people carrying coffins were walking by... not just one, but a whole line of five, eight, ten... twenty... The line of coffins was so long that it was a bit shocking to watch.

The crying sounds came from these teams.

"Master Thomas, it's... the other two teams," Yanos said. "Of the two teams that went up earlier, only five or six are left alive. The rest were all killed." He had no other thoughts at this point, his face heavy with a hint of fear.

He also saw a whole team of knights wading into the water to attack, and then being killed in the stream by javelins and flying stones.

This kind of drama was played out twice in a row.

The attack from the Guards was simply not something that the elite could withstand. If it weren't for Thomas's foresight, he would definitely not have survived.

During this siege of Huguo, there were probably more than 200 casualties, and some people even believed the number of 300.

There were too many casualties in this encirclement and pursuit.

Human lives are like worthless weeds, harvested at will and gone in an instant.

Everyone watched as the coffin-carrying team left and headed towards the cemetery.

Among those who died, only a portion were from the Knights.