A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas did not ride a horse this time, but walked to the sacrificial site - in fact, the place was not far away. It was a small valley.

Although the land of Russia is mainly plains, there are still some small hills and slopes occasionally.

This valley is probably the trace left by the erosion of the ancient river. Today, the river has long since changed its course, but the valley still exists and has become a place for pagan sacrifices.

Since this was a public event, it wasn't a big deal. People kept coming from all directions, men and women, old people and children.

Thomas quickly blended into the crowd.

Just as he was walking forward, someone suddenly patted him on the back.

Thomas turned around and saw a strange wolf-skin warrior.

"Hey, you're going the wrong way." The wolfskin warrior waved at Thomas. "This way."

"Me?" Thomas was surprised.

Am I any different? He looked around and found a problem.

Others, not to mention the elderly, the weak, women and children, even adult men did not carry swords.

Even if they carried weapons, they would only carry inconspicuous short weapons such as short knives.

There was no one who wore a long sword like him.

The way he moved, he naturally had the temperament of a warrior, and since he was carrying a long sword, he was naturally conspicuous and was discovered by the other party at a glance.

However... the other party obviously misunderstood something.

"Come this way." The wolfskin warrior urged.

Thomas followed the wolfskin warrior forward, but instead of heading towards the main venue of the priests, he went around to the side of the valley.

"Look, just walk this way." The wolfskin warrior pointed the way and left.

If I move forward, I don't know what the consequences will be. Will my identity be exposed?

Now is your last chance to leave.

But Thomas hesitated.

We must use the greatest malice to speculate on the arrangements of fate, but we cannot say that people cannot change their fate.

The previous pursuit of the little prince is the best proof.

On the surface, he would be safe from any consequences if he left now, but how could he escape the gallows of fate so easily?

Thomas decided to move on.

He estimated that he would be in danger if he went there, but he had no choice but to go.

As he walked forward, Thomas saw another person.

He was also a man carrying a weapon, but he was also wearing armor.

His iron helmet was trimmed with wild furs, and his armor was covered with woven strings of bones, giving him a terrifying appearance.

However, the man just looked back at Thomas and continued on his way.

This one is obviously the same.

Soon, more and more people came along.

They were all carrying obvious weapons and looked like professional warriors.

Chapter 98 Sacrifice 2

The road was not long, only about ten minutes, and Thomas found himself at the entrance of a large cave.

The cave has a very large entrance but is not very deep inside.

It seems to be naturally occurring, but was used by pagans as a place for some kind of religious ceremony.

Even from a distance, you can smell the strong smell of blood.

A place of sacrifice...?

When Thomas arrived, nothing had started yet, as someone was lighting torches high up in the cave to provide basic lighting inside.

The sunset in the distance has long since disappeared, leaving only the last trace of sunset glow.

Twenty or thirty armed soldiers had gathered around.

There weren't many people, standing sparsely here and there. Everyone was serious and no one spoke.

Different people were dressed and used different weapons, but Thomas didn't stand out in any way.

This was obviously a small sacrificial site, but on the other side of the hill was a mass meeting of tens of thousands of people. The noise of the mass meeting could be heard from a distance.

Thomas looked around and observed. From the beginning, he had guessed that this large-scale sacrificial activity was not as simple as it seemed.

On the surface, it seems like a harmless, open gathering, but in reality, there is something else going on.

It should be related to God's grace.

What exactly is divine grace? Thomas has yet to experience what divine grace is all about.

Over there, probably after the venue was arranged, an old man walked up to a large rock on a high place.

This stone is a natural podium.

The old man's face was covered in a hood, and he wore a withered flower crown on his head, which made him look very eerie and terrifying, greatly enhancing his mysterious aura.

Behind the rocks, there were about a dozen men in coarse grey robes standing there humbly, like servants.

Two of them held banners, one of which was a giant serpent, the symbol of Veles, and the other was a lightning bolt, the symbol of Perun.

The problem is... according to what Thomas knows, these two great gods seem to be mortal enemies.

What do you mean by offering sacrifices to two mortal enemies at the same time in one ritual?

The old man began to preach, and what he said was nothing more than those clichés that Thomas had heard enough in his previous life and in this life, about faith, the greatness of God, and human piety and thought.

His attention was focused on the surrounding environment and the other warriors.

Some people have entered the observation range of his spiritual field, so Thomas can observe them carefully.

I discovered something not so nice...it seems that the warriors here are all very strong.

In the perception of the spiritual field, some people exude an aura with fierce power, while some people restrain their aura, like a bottomless pool.

Holy shit, is this possible? Every single one of them is elite or above? Twenty or thirty elites?

No, no, there are exceptions. Thomas found that there are also a small number of people who should be the core level.

He was still observing when the sermon over there had already ended.

"...Alright, warriors," the old man raised his hands. "Now, under the watchful eyes of the gods, the competition officially begins!"

"The rules are very simple, exactly the same as before. That is, everyone only has one chance to fail, and the loser cannot enter the ring again!"

Thomas looked bewildered.

A duel? And since they said "no more," it meant this wasn't a fight to the death. It wasn't a fight to the death between the two of them.

It's just an ordinary martial arts competition, is there any need to make it so mysterious?

Or do these charlatans have an aura of deception? Do they try to deceive people no matter what?

The entire cave had now become a fighting arena. Two fighters took the initiative and stood in the center of the arena.

The others were outside the cave, observing quietly.

Thomas noticed that the two warriors who took the initiative to step forward were both young and middle-level warriors.

The weapons are battle axes and scimitars.

The fight didn't take long. Both fighters were very aggressive, and after about ten rounds, the winner was decided. The axe-wielding warrior was stabbed in the thigh by his opponent. Bleeding profusely, he was forced to admit defeat and limped down to bandage his wound.

The warriors holding scimitars remained in the center of the field, holding their weapons high and cheering for their victory, while the old priest came forward and blessed the victors.

There was nothing unusual about the entire competition, except for the real swords and guns!

However, after wearing armor, the lethality of real swords and guns is actually not as exaggerated as imagined. Injuries are inevitable, but the chances of fatal disability are not high.

At least in this barbaric age, this is not an exaggeration.

Everyone's attention is on the winner, no one cares about the loser, and they don't even look at him.

Thomas's heart moved, so he went to the loser's side, helped him bandage the wound, and applied hemostatic medicine. Thomas realized that this was a young man no older than him.

His kind gesture naturally won the other party's favor.

"Are you official?" the other party asked timidly.

"Yes, it's my first time here," Thomas replied. "I don't know if it's formal or not. What does formal mean?"

"Ha, you don't know? People call the battle between elite warriors a formal competition."

"Then I'm afraid I'm official," Thomas said. "If you're not official, why are you joining? Just to make up the numbers?"

"Well, you might not know." The other party hesitated, but he really didn't expect Thomas to be such an unexpected person. "They say that Perun will bless the victor. This will give the victor a certain chance to step into the elite."

"Ah...how many people will come here for this?"

"Probably not many," the other party said. "Maybe three or four at most before the official start."

The way for ordinary people to advance to elite status is to transcend life and death, and truly walk on the edge of life and death. The more desperate and crazy they are, the more they can stimulate their potential.

In comparison, this method of fighting seemed tricky, but it couldn't be said to be tricky at all.

After all, swords have no eyes, and this kind of contest still has a fairly high chance of death and disability.

And it's obvious that this isn't 100% certain. For example, the winners of the first and second rounds didn't achieve any breakthroughs to the elite level.

Three consecutive battles ended quickly.

There are only about a dozen people left, and these are all elite troops. This is the real show.

But... it seems to be singular!

Thomas had counted them, seventeen.

That is to say, if two people are in a group, then one person will be given a bye.

Even better, the next round will have nine players, so there will be another bye. The next round will have five players, so there will be another bye.

One person gets a bye until the finals.

If someone came here for the honor of competing before the gods, they probably wouldn't allow themselves a bye. But Thomas didn't.

Although he is not a Christian, he is not a believer in Slavic gods!

Chapter 99 Sacrifice 3

This should be a competition before the gods.

As we know in the previous life, this kind of martial arts competition is actually a kind of blood sacrifice and an important way to please the gods.

Perun was a warrior god, meaning he revered courage and favored brave warriors, so performing such a ritual for him was quite natural.

Anyway, in this era, Christianity is definitely a civilized religion.

The beliefs of other gods contain too many barbaric elements.

After calming down, Thomas began to watch the competition between these elite warriors.

To be honest, he has never witnessed a battle between elites.

The last time two elite knight commanders went into battle, they were killed instantly. That wasn't even a contest. It was just a one-sided massacre.

Soon, two fighters came on the field and started fighting in the center of the field.

It was not as good as Thomas had expected. It should be said that both sides played very cautiously and politely.

They were not mortal enemies, but fellow believers, so even if swords and knives were merciless, everyone would naturally retain some strength.

To be honest, in terms of viewing experience, it is not even as good as those mid-level ones mentioned above.

The main point is to get it right.

How could this be a blood sacrifice? If the great god Perun were to arrive in person, he would probably be yawning in boredom in the audience.

After eight games, only one game seemed to be really exciting, with two axes swinging and making a whirring sound.