A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Then, Thomas began to feel that at the end of the void, there was an obviously alien existence that forcibly "squeezed" into the void.

Its shape is chaotic and incomprehensible, but its malice is clear.

It should be the incarnation of the evil eye in the spiritual realm.

Now, it is here to completely destroy Thomas' will.

This is the spiritual realm, where there is no sword and saber, only annexation and erosion.

Once it completely devours Thomas's will, it will gain complete control of the body.

Thomas died completely, or was wiped out.

The thing that would move in the future would be nothing more than a puppet body controlled by it. It wouldn't even matter whether it turned into a blood corpse or not.

The evil eye is approaching Thomas.

Thomas found that he had nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape, because "he" was the center of this void.

If "he" moves, the entire void will move with it, so it is equivalent to not moving.

In other words, this should be the core area of ​​his will and soul.

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for humans to reach this area. Perhaps only in a deep meditative state where one forgets both the self and the world can one enter this area.

But under the attack of external enemies, Thomas's self-consciousness was forced to hide in this area.

But even after hiding in this area, the other party still refused to let him go, but wanted to force his way in and completely devour Thomas's last bit of self-consciousness.

There seems to be no fear or tension in this state.

Human thinking ability is no longer affected by various emotions, just like a mechanical mind.

You can't run away, so the only option is to fight.

But what happened before had already told Thomas that the thing approaching him was most likely the incarnation or thought of God.

It's not something humans can fight against.

It's not even you fighting a beast with your bare hands - you're fighting a Transformer with your bare hands. And not just any Transformer, but Optimus Prime! The one that weighs over 22 tons!

Did he really die like this?

Isn't it true that the more you avoid the noose of fate, the more dangerous it becomes? Only by facing it bravely can you have a chance of survival?

The chaotic being squirmed and crawled towards Thomas, getting closer and closer.

From Thomas's observation, this chaotic thing seemed somewhat familiar.

It seemed to be pieced together from many parts, and there were many cracks in it.

It entered Thomas's final realm, but did not merge into it. Instead, it seemed to be in a higher dimension, so it slowly squirmed in the void like a caterpillar crawling on a leaf, coming towards Thomas.

Every time it moved, the void vibrated slightly.

Wait, this looks... a bit like a damaged godhead, doesn't it?

As soon as this thought flashed through Thomas' mind, the damaged godhead appeared in the void.

Sure enough, the broken godhead and Thomas are highly bound together, and as long as Thomas has this awareness, it will appear.

Then Thomas discovered that the vibration in the void had changed slightly.

Originally, the void was just vibrating randomly, but now... the tremors of the void seemed to have a rhythm? No, the void seemed to be collapsing and shrinking?

The foreign object that was just crawling towards Thomas was now turning around and leaving.

It's moving away from Thomas.

But it couldn't move away because the entire void was collapsing and shrinking towards the broken godhead.

The speed of contraction was faster than its speed of wriggling, so even though it tried its best to escape, it was still sucked in bit by bit.

It was unclear how long it took, but it was finally sucked to the edge of the broken godhead.

Thomas knew that the broken godhead was not in the same dimension as himself, so he could only see it but not touch it.

But this alien creature was obviously in the same dimension as the damaged godhead, because it was actually absorbed into the damaged godhead.

It's like pouring a ball of concrete into a mold.

In the blink of an eye, the whole thing was sucked in, and nothing was left.

There was no visible change on the damaged godhead. If anything, it seemed to have become slightly more complete, with a few cracks patched up.

Thomas was stunned.

After a long time, everything disappeared, and the void no longer trembled.

Thomas came to his senses and wanted to escape from this empty environment.

When he had this thought, the surroundings suddenly changed.

Thomas blinked and found himself half-kneeling on the ground, holding the eyeball in his hand.

The Evil Eye, which had originally shone brightly and looked like a gem, was now in his hand.

The Evil Eye had become cracked and dull, like a crude stone sculpture. The power contained within it had disappeared.

Just now...did I want to embed the evil eye into my forehead?

He looked at the thing in his hand again and was sure that it seemed to have really turned into something similar to limestone, and no longer had the magical properties it had before.

This time it really was... He stood up and felt a deep sense of fear.

If his divine nature had not been damaged, he would have surely died this time.

Thomas' only chance was to get away from the monster when its body collapsed, at least to prevent the evil eye from getting close to him.

He looked back, then continued forward.

The monster's body was torn into pieces, and there was nothing noteworthy about it.

I continued forward until I reached the end. I didn't see anything of value here. It seemed like this secondary plane was just a spacious cave.

Thomas still wanted to know what kind of scenery he would see if he dug all the way out of the cave, but that was obviously something he couldn't do now.

He returned the same way he came, and the mirror-like dimensional door was still there where he came from.

Thomas walked out the door.

Still in the center of the ring.

Actually, he didn't stay in this secondary plane for long, but when he walked out, it felt like a lifetime ago.

Everyone was still there, and everyone was praying under the leadership of the old priest.

The noise of Thomas coming out caused a commotion, and many eyes were focused here.

The old priest looked up at Thomas, his face filled with surprise and joy.

If you fail and are possessed, you won't be able to get out in a short time. If you can get out in a short time, then there is no failure.

"Child, you..."

"I think I succeeded," Thomas said.

"God bless you!" The old priest was so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly.

This disaster has plagued the cult for a long time, slowly and steadily draining the cult away, making the entire cult increasingly weaker.

"Come, child, follow me!"

Chapter 105 Evil Thoughts 5

In the valley, the sacrificial activities have passed their climax and are coming to an end.

On the high platform ahead, several priests were driving some cattle and sheep over, where the final burnt offering was about to be held.

This is the oldest form of sacrifice, where animals are slaughtered and then roasted over a flame. According to tradition, the aroma of the meat will reach the temple of the gods, satisfying them.

In those ancient religions, blood and flesh are always the best sacrifices and most favored by the gods.

Because it was almost the end and everyone's passion had been almost released, the scene was rather dull.

The livestock were simple: a cow and a sheep.

An old priest climbed onto the platform from the side and stood in front.

"Hurry, believers!" he shouted, raising his hands. "Today, Perun has brought me a true warrior!"

He pulled Thomas to him.

Most people didn't know what was going on, but when they saw the old priest say this, they just cheered casually.

With tens of thousands of people around, even a few casual cheers could give you a vague feeling of a tsunami when watching from the high platform.

"Son, do you really not want to work in the cult?" the old priest asked again, turning back. "The cult really needs people like you. Do you feel the shouts of the masses? All this glory can be attributed to you."

"My apologies, sir. This battle has made me realize my own shortcomings. I think it's better to hone my martial arts skills first," Thomas replied respectfully. "I can't fulfill my responsibilities well."

The old priest had a look of regret on his face, but he didn't say anything more.

"Okay, kid." He walked to the side, took a sacrificial knife from another priest, handed it to Thomas, and gestured for him to slaughter the animal.

Offering sacrifices to the gods with one's own hands is a great honor for believers.

This was originally the privilege of priests, and no one else had this power.

However, since Thomas had no interest in a higher position in the Order, we could only make an exception and grant him this privilege. This could be considered a disguised reward.

Thomas took the sacrificial knife in his hand.

This sacrificial knife looked very familiar to him. He had fought against an enemy holding a sacrificial knife last time.

The main body is made of steel, and the decoration is bronze... It seems that the priests in this place are accustomed to using this kind of thing for sacrifices.

However, Christianity, even its heretical sects, no longer offers sacrifices. Therefore, sacrificial knives are not commonly seen. This was the second time Thomas had seen one, and the first time he had held one.

But it must be said that it is not actually a very good weapon in battle, but it does have its merits if it is used to slaughter livestock for sacrifice.

There, a priest had already secured the sheep with the help of various tools. Thomas stepped forward, swung the sacrificial knife, and chopped off the sheep's head with one stroke.

Something...something...is different.

The originally pitch-black blade seemed to suddenly have a golden luster.

The sheen is quite dull, though.

Moreover, there was no blood on the blade at all.

The other priests didn't seem to notice. After all, the sheep was small, and the sacrificial knife itself was black, so the bloodstains were not noticeable on it.

However, it was soon time to slaughter the cow.

Thomas was careful this time. He chopped down with his sword, but saved three-tenths of his strength, and the sword failed to cut off the bull's head.

It is normal that when slaughtering livestock, especially large livestock like cattle, it is not possible to cut them in one go. Just use another cut.

Thomas pulled the sacrificial knife out of the cow's neck, and then found that there was only a red line on the sacrificial knife, and it was quickly absorbed by the blade.

Several places on the blade have turned light yellow.

In addition, the amount of blood spurting from the cow's neck is far less than imagined.

This...could it be?

Thomas was startled, but his hands kept moving. He struck again, this time severing the bull's head.

He handed the sacrificial knife to another priest.

The other party took it, seemingly unaware of anything, and nothing else changed. The sacrificial knife was intact, not shattered.

How is this going?

Thomas closed his eyes briefly, confirming that there was an extra ball of divine power.

But... I'm not sure why there's an extra mass. Further confirmation is needed.

The great sacrifice finally ended.

Thomas, the old priest and the others said goodbye, blended into the crowd, and disappeared at the end.

Several priests approached the old priest, and anyone could tell from their respectful expressions that the old priest's status in the cult was a level higher than theirs. Perhaps more than a level higher.

The old priest stared at the direction where Thomas disappeared for a long time without moving.