A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"Sir, this..." someone asked cautiously. "Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing," the old priest said. "We shouldn't presume to guess at the gods' intentions."

He frowned. "Anyway, we solved a big problem."

Every one or two years, an elite warrior would be sent as a sacrifice, which was a huge blow to the morale and strength of the cult.

This is also the reason why the church has always been relatively weak in the face of threats from Christians.

Even if forced into a desperate situation, they can only send out the suicide squad, and cannot fight against the infidels with high-level combat power.

Maybe... this is the time to launch a fierce counterattack against Christians?

……

The next morning, Thomas left his residence and headed towards the suburbs.

He had already said goodbye to his teammates and told them that he would be going to the Knights' headquarters to report on his duties today and would not be back for two or three days.

Of course, after leaving the city, Thomas would not go directly to Kiev, but changed direction and headed towards Gandalf.

When they arrived at Gandalf's residence, the old wizard was cleaning his teeth there.

Use a clean towel to carefully scrub your teeth - in this era without toothbrushes and toothpaste, this is the most sophisticated way to clean teeth.

In fact, Thomas now only has a homemade toothbrush, but it seems to be no better than teeth cleaning.

However, it is much better than those who use wine to clean their mouths.

Gandalf looked a little surprised that Thomas had arrived.

Thomas usually visits in the afternoon or evening, rarely this early in the morning.

"Why, Knight Aragon, you come to my humble abode so early in the morning..."

"Master Gandalf." Thomas interrupted. "I brought something this time."

He carefully took out the evil eye from his pocket.

Of course, the evil eye was now completely harmless, no different from an ordinary limestone sculpture - at least not to Thomas's eyes.

Gandalf also stared at the thing for a while, then took it and examined it carefully.

"What is this?"

"I don't know, or rather, I can't describe it accurately," Thomas explained carefully. "It seems to be the embodiment of an evil thought from a god."

"The...divine thoughts of the gods?"

"I can't confirm it, but I think so."

"Tell me the details." The old magician said in a serious tone.

Chapter 106 Demiplane

"...So I killed it." Thomas explained what happened last night in the simplest and most straightforward words.

He recounted the entire process, from participating in the sacrifice out of curiosity, to being accidentally mistaken for a brave man who had come for the appointment, to being chosen in the end.

Of course, he did not mention the damage to his godhead, but only said that he had won the spiritual battle.

This was also easy to convince Gandalf - because Gandalf knew that Thomas had made great progress in practicing the Art of Steel Soul, which was a secret art used to strengthen human spiritual will.

Gandalf listened calmly, then let out a long breath.

"No wonder!" he said. "These charlatans are really... a waste!"

"waste?"

"Do you know how much that magic costs?" Gandalf squinted at Thomas. "Creating a secondary plane and then throwing uncontrollable monsters into it. That's just... wasteful! With that kind of power, why not do something else?"

Gandalf stared at the remains of the Evil Eye in his hand. "This 'Plane Creation'-level spell is at least a 9th-level spell. It would take a magical genius sixty years of ascetic practice to cast such a spell. Sigh... while it's certainly a move the cult can perform with the help of divine power, this spell must have exhausted all the cult's reserves!"

However, Thomas could understand the actions of the pagan sect.

After all, when it comes to God and faith, it is often difficult for you to make the right choice.

It's not like you can just use overwhelming magic to wipe out the opponent.

Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all God’s grace.

When you can't figure out whether this is a punishment from God or a mistake by God, perhaps that is the only choice.

"Is this thing still useful?" Thomas asked.

"It's no use." Gandalf replied. "Wait, maybe it will be useful." He suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up.

"What's the use?"

"It's useless in itself, but perhaps it can serve as a coordinate?" Gandalf had clearly come up with a good idea. "Come on, Aragorn, take me to the site of their ceremony."

He ran aside and led a mule out from behind the cabin.

Thomas raised his eyebrows. The old miser could actually afford a mule? He looked quite well off.

But think about it, I have given the old miser at least 10,000 or 20,000 florins, plus others, it is normal for the old miser to be financially well-off.

The two of them walked slowly and quickly and arrived at the place where they were yesterday.

Of course there is no one here now.

Gandalf dismounted his mule and paced up and down the place, observing and searching for any traces.

Thomas now believed that Gandalf must have some kind of sixth sense.

Just as he possesses telepathic abilities through practicing the mystic art of Steel Soul, Gandalf also possesses the ability to sense magic.

"Interesting...interesting!" Gandalf watched with interest for a long time before he was satisfied.

"I didn't expect the power of a god to be so... well, it's not that outrageous," he said. "I've visited the ruins of the Battle of Kufa Bridge, and the scene was even more horrifying. Eighty Muhu monks caused... devastating effects. Even after hundreds of years, the remnants of the magic haven't completely dissipated."

"The Battle of Kufa Bridge?" Thomas couldn't remember what battle it was.

"Oh, the battle between the Crescent Moon Cultists and the Zoroastrians, the battle between the Arabs and the Persians... This was also the last time Zoroastrianism won a major battle." Gandalf answered casually.

"What's the connection between the two?"

"Relationship? Of course not. The similarity is that they are both manifestations of the power of the gods. They make people marvel at the power of the gods." Gandalf said. "Some things are as I expected, Aragorn."

Gandalf looked over.

"This thing is no longer useful," Gandalf said. "But it has a certain connection to that now-defunct secondary plane. This may be due to the influence of the initial use of divine power to construct the demiplane. In short, perhaps because it is trapped in that secondary plane, the two sides have formed a relatively stable connection. So, you have a choice."

There was a malicious glint in Gandalf's eyes. Thomas was already very familiar with this glint, so he instinctively wanted to stop him from speaking.

Unfortunately, he wasn't quick enough to stop Gandalf.

"For thirty thousand florins, I can open a path for you to that secondary plane."

Thomas's mouth twitched. "There's nothing there!"

It was probably just an air-raid shelter that Thomas had seen in his previous life, which was larger, deeper, and had nothing in it. That was all.

Oh, saying “nothing” is actually not appropriate, there are still some body parts in it.

Thomas didn't want to go in there again anyway.

"It's precisely because there's nothing there that no one cares about its whereabouts," Gandalf said. "It's a demiplane created to imprison that monster. Once the monster is destroyed, it will be useless."

"Huh?" Thomas slowly came back to his senses.

"Based on my estimation of the magical power here, this demiplane can remain stable for at least twenty years, or even longer," Gandalf said. "It's hard to say how long it will last."

"You mean, you can open a door? A one-time thing?"

"Of course not," Gandalf said. "Although it is in ruins, it still has a certain containment effect. I can focus my magic power into it and open the door at any time."

"Like this bracelet?" Thomas looked at the defensive bracelet on his arm.

"It's different. It's just a vessel, it doesn't generate magic itself. Ultimately, it's not a remnant of the Old Ones. The Old Ones can draw power from the Weave without cost, using a principle we don't fully understand. But it's just a vessel," Thomas said. "I can infuse you with the magic power to open twenty doors at once."

Then you can enter this demiplane anytime and anywhere? Treat it as a temporary shelter or warehouse.

"After you finish using it?"

"For three thousand florins, I can recharge you," said Gandalf.

"Three thousand... three thousand..." Thomas found that he shivered without knowing when.

I thought I could use the blood of the illustrious to solve this problem once and for all. But now that I think about it, it's not that simple.

The benefits of having this thing are obvious, but the disadvantages are also obvious.

expensive! too expensive!

Not to mention the cost of thirty thousand, just the usage fee, opening the door twenty times would cost three thousand florins.

One hundred and fifty florins each time?

But on the other hand, if you were ever in a desperate situation, it could actually save your life. A portable escape pod!

Thomas weighed the pros and cons and finally gritted his teeth.

"It's too expensive! Make it cheaper!"

"It's not expensive at all! In fact, I guarantee there aren't many people in this world who can make this kind of spatial item! Besides, theoretically you can recharge it yourself."

"I can recharge myself?"

"As long as you come into contact with the fourth layer of the magic web, you will have the ability to recharge. Of course, each recharge is equivalent to using a spell. And if it is magic power at the level of the fourth layer of the magic web, one recharge can open the door at most twice!" Gandalf smiled maliciously.

Chapter 107: God-making

After half a day of bargaining, the deal was finally concluded at a price of 28,000 florins.

Each recharge still requires 3,000 florins, and Gandalf is very strict about this, not a single florin less.

Making this item is not a matter of a day or two, so the two men started riding back.

"Master Gandalf, what is this Mu Hu monk you just mentioned?"

"Oh, it's not a big deal. Many years ago," Gandalf said. "I went to the ruins of the ancient battlefield and saw traces of magic left on the battlefield. It made me understand the terrifying power of the gods."

"I mean, that battle..."

"The Battle of Kufa Bridge," Gandalf said. "The Sassanid army met the invading Crescent Moon Cult there. There were perhaps eighty to one hundred Mughus in the Sassanid army. Their magic was the decisive factor in the outcome of the battle."

"What is a Mu Hu monk?"

"They are Zoroastrian priests and monks," said Gandalf.

"That battle was only a few hundred years ago, wasn't it? Would the monks and priests of that era still be able to do this?" Thomas remembered that in this era, magic basically no longer appeared on the battlefield. Or rather, even if it did appear, it couldn't play a decisive role.

Because magic is too expensive.

There was a saying in my past life that military power is merely a continuation of politics. When magic can be used to change politics, why waste it on the military?

"Normally, they can't. However, there's a special group among the Mughals, which you could think of as a secret order," Gandalf said. "They can... draw on the power of the Holy Fire. Just like the remnants of the Old Ones, they can use magic, but only need a short rest to recover."

Is there such a thing? Thomas immediately became interested.

“Why can you do this?”

"The principle... is quite simple," Gandalf laughed. "Because Zoroastrianism, or more formally known as Zoroastrianism, worships a very special deity. They worship Ahura Mazda, who is, in some ways, very similar to the Christian God. He is the creator god, the god of good, and is hostile to Angra Mainyu, the god of darkness. The two gods are engaged in an eternal war, and our world is merely one of their battlegrounds."

"That's nothing. In Christianity, God and the devil have always been hostile to each other." Thomas answered casually.

"But there is a difference between Jehovah and Ahura Mazda," Gandalf replied. "Jehovah sent his son Jesus into the mortal world, while Ahura Mazda sent Mithra into this world. Although Jesus is the Son of God, he is a true human being. Mithra, on the other hand, is a god. According to Zoroastrianism, Mithra is an incarnation of Ahura Mazda."

"what does that mean?"

"It means that perhaps Ahura Mazda truly exists outside this world. His power does not conform to the inherent rules of this world. Through Mithra, his power can be bestowed upon the Mughals."

"Get spells directly from God?" Thomas asked.

"Perhaps the gods are simply paying the price for them." Gandalf smiled. "In short, because Ahura Mazda exists outside this world, while his avatar, Mithra, resides within it, Ahura Mazda's power, or rather the power of the Mughus, can, to a certain extent, escape the rules of this world. However, I should point out that not all Mughus are like this; it's probably only that secret order that can do this. Most Mughus are similar to Christian ascetics."

"Why could that secret order do that?" Thomas asked.

"It's said they guard the true sacred fire," Gandalf said. "In the past, there were many Zoroastrian temples, and almost every one enshrined the Eternal Flame. But in reality, most of these sacred fires were simply lit by humans. There is only one true sacred fire. That is the eternal, unquenchable flame bestowed by the gods, the embodiment of Mithra's power. Because these Mughals guard this sacred fire, they gain the added protection of unlimited spellcasting. Just imagine, free of charge, requiring only a minimal expenditure of energy, to unleash endless spells. Tsk tsk…" Even Gandalf tutted, envious.

"But if I'm not mistaken, the Crescent Moon Cult won in the end," Thomas asked.

Whether it was memories from past lives or historical knowledge learned in this life, during the era of the Crescent-Star Cult's expansion, they crushed Persia. They directly wiped out Zoroastrianism, and the entire population converted to the Crescent-Star Cult!