A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The sword missed, splashing mud and water.

But Thomas had already moved away from underneath by exerting force on his feet.

The two men had a brief standoff.

The one who made the move was one of the gray-robed men.

He has a tall and straight figure, which even the loose grey robe cannot hide. One can tell at a glance that he is a trained warrior.

As for the one who spoke earlier, he had already left for a distance and was now temporarily stopping to watch the battle from afar.

Obviously, there is no way to catch up unless you defeat the one in front of you.

Thomas drew his sword, exerted force with his feet, and rushed forward.

A diagonal slash, launching an attack at a tricky angle.

The way to deal with this move is to either step back or block it with your sword.

Until now, Thomas has always chosen to block every enemy he encounters, because retreating would mean losing the opportunity to counterattack.

But if he swung his sword to block, the magic sword in Thomas's hand would let him know what the malice of the world is.

With this trick, Thomas tricked countless core soldiers.

With his whole body numb, he was killed instantly by Thomas in one move.

But what surprised Thomas was that the other party did not dodge or evade.

Thomas hit him with a sword.

Thomas temporarily increased his strength. Was the opponent wearing heavy armor under his gray robe? But the magic sword was still effective against armor.

Not to mention armor, even shields are effective.

This heavy sword strike didn't seem to hit armor, but rather rock.

Thomas' palm felt a slight pain from the reaction force, but the other party didn't seem to be affected by the electric shock at all.

When they got close, the two men swung their swords against each other, their figures changing under the cover of night as they fought rapidly.

The light and shadow of the two swords intertwined between the two men, so fast that it was almost impossible for ordinary people to see clearly.

Thomas clearly felt that there was something strange about the other person.

And this feeling is a little familiar... It seems like... like... that tomb robber?!

The tomb robber he used to experiment with the crystal skull. That's how it felt when a sword struck a tomb robber.

Like a stone, it can hardly cause any damage.

He was confused, but suddenly the other party shouted.

"Be careful!"

Thomas retreated in shock, avoiding a slashing energy blade from the opponent at the last moment.

Damn, it’s the Qi-raising Slash!

Thomas now knows that it takes an ordinary person more than ten years of hard training to condense three Qi-raising slashes, and he will not use them lightly.

So many people know about the Qi-raising Slash, but the chance of encountering it in actual combat is very small.

Thomas had used the Qi-Lifting Slash to kill many dangerous enemies before.

I don't need to use the Qi-Lifting Slash anymore, mainly because I haven't encountered an opponent worthy of using it. Also, using the Qi-Lifting Slash too often is not good, as it will reveal Thomas's secrets.

But the other party used such a precious Qi-raising Slash just like that?

A vague guess slowly emerged in his mind.

"That's enough for today." The opponent, using the opportunity of the Qi-raising Slash, had already distanced himself. Then, he suddenly threw something like a book and walked away without even a lingering fight.

Thomas didn't dare to chase him anymore, but just caught the things thrown by the other party.

Even Thomas, who possesses the secret technique of Steel Soul, has to be careful when facing the Qi-Boosting Slash.

Moreover, in the battle just now, the opponent clearly had no intention of killing.

Otherwise there will be no reminder.

If a person has the intention to kill, he will act without mercy, cruelly and decisively, aiming at the vital points. If he does not have the intention to kill, he will leave room for maneuver.

Don't underestimate this tiny margin. This tiny difference is often the key to victory or defeat.

What I just saw was not the opponent's true strength.

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Thomas casually looked at the object thrown by the other party in the moonlight.

As expected, the book thrown by the other party was the information of Malovet's followers.

This is like a sudden storm out of nowhere.

This matter is much more troublesome than expected.

Although only one person took action this time, this person's strength was already quite impressive.

His extraordinary ability to not be afraid of swords and knives was enough to make him a strong elite. In a one-on-one fight with Thomas, Thomas had no confidence in winning.

Tsk... When did so many masters appear in Kyiv?

The other party must really be a "kind-hearted person" who came to give a reminder.

Malovet's desire to revive and walk on the earth again was obviously a taboo.

It was targeted by many forces.

The Christians want to imprison and control Malovit, the Wolf Lord wants to destroy Malovit's advent plan... Maybe other different forces have different ideas, but although the ultimate goals are different, the goals at this stage are completely consistent.

Tsk... there are still many questions I can't figure out.

But it doesn’t matter if you can’t figure it out, Thomas still has an ace up his sleeve!

When in doubt, go to Gandalf.

Not only that, the battle just now gave Thomas a sense of crisis.

I was originally quite satisfied with my own abilities, but now my mindset has changed.

Now we know that although for most people, elite is an extremely difficult achievement. However, in some other small circles, elite is nothing at all.

It's like Thomas's past life. For society at large, PhDs and Masters are truly rare elites; the average person likely won't meet many in their lifetime. However, in institutions like hospitals and universities, PhDs are plentiful, and Masters are everywhere.

All I can say is that there are some cheating resources in certain small circles.

Whether it was the Perun Order that once tried to use divine grace to produce national warriors, or the Wolf's Den that relied on non-lethal potions to mass-produce elite soldiers, both of them opened Thomas's eyes.

Above the elite, there are also those who protect the country!

Thomas also realized that he still had a long way to go.

The next day at noon, Thomas ran to the wizard's hut at noon, which was a rare time.

With the arrival of spring, the old wizard cleared a small plot of land in the open space next to the cottage and planted some crops that Thomas did not recognize.

It was obvious from his attitude that he wanted to stay here - at least for a few years.

Before Thomas could come up and knock on the door, Gandalf had already come out of the hut.

The old magician was stunned when he saw Thomas.

"Aragorn...you're here?" He looked at Thomas. "Oh, by the way, your things are ready."

"Finished?" Thomas was surprised, and then happy.

He jumped off his horse and tied it to a tree.

The old magician took out the eyeball - it still looked like a crude stone sculpture carved from limestone, but the cracks on it had been repaired.

Thomas took the eyeball, but it was a bit difficult to deal with. As a personal ornament, it was too big. It was not suitable as a necklace pendant, nor could it be mounted on a bracelet or arm ring.

Should I carry it with me? Should I stuff it in my pocket?

Gandalf obviously saw the problem too.

"Give me your sword," said Gandalf.

Thomas took off the sword and gave it to the other party. The old magician took the things into the small room and closed the door. Then, there was a crackling sound in the room, as if a blacksmith was forging in the room.

Five or six minutes later, the door of the hut opened, Gandalf wiped the sweat from his forehead, and handed the sword to Thomas.

The eyeball has been embedded in the position of the counterweight ball of the long sword.

Thomas swung the sword and it felt very good, just as comfortable as before.

"How do you use this thing?" he asked.

"Use... a little bit of power to stir it up, so as to trigger the magic inside..." Gandalf gestured, and Thomas quickly learned how to drive it.

A space door appeared in front of him.

It was exactly the same space gate as the last one he entered, except that the old priest activated it last time, and this time it was activated by Thomas using a magic item.

“Will it close once you go in?” Thomas asked?

"No, unless you turn it off," Gandalf said. "If you don't turn it off... it should last at least twenty minutes. If you turn it off after you come in, the second time you open the space door, it will appear at the same location as the last time."

As they were talking, the two of them had already entered the secondary plane that looked like a cave.

Thomas was not surprised to see that the corpses he had seen the last time he came in were gone. Both the new and the old were gone.

"If I'm not mistaken," Thomas said, "there are some monster carcasses in here. They should be my trophies, my property."

Gandalf coughed awkwardly. "That thing will be of no use to you."

"Whether it's useful or not is up to me." Thomas's dissatisfaction was evident in his words.

"They are worth studying..." Gandalf said with a guilty conscience.

"One free charge." Thomas offered.

"Good," Gandalf replied.

Finished! Thomas immediately knew he'd been shortchanged. The old money-grubber's easy agreement proved he must have made a killing on this deal. If he'd known earlier, he would have offered a higher price.

It costs three thousand florins to recharge once!

"By the way, Master Gandalf," Thomas immediately changed the subject. "You mentioned earlier that there are gods in Ross who can walk the earth... Who were you talking about?"

"Ah, well..." Gandalf instinctively wanted to use his "knowledge is the greatest luxury" trick again, but after all, they had an appointment, so he hesitated, probably because he really couldn't find an excuse to accept the money. "It's Marlowett."

really!

"Why can Marovit walk on the earth, but other gods can't?"

"I don't know," Gandalf said. "It's difficult to investigate matters concerning the gods. I know this because of an oracle. Through my research and inquiries, I've confirmed that decades, even centuries ago, a clear oracle was passed down, stating that Marlowet could be revived and walk the earth again."

"What else does the oracle say?"

"There is something else..." Gandalf said. "But I don't think you'll be interested."

"There are a lot of people who don't want Marlowett to be revived," Thomas said.

"That's quite understandable," said Gandalf.

"Master, are you here just for Marlowit?" Thomas asked suddenly.

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As they spoke, they had reached the end of the cave and were walking back.

"That question," Gandalf said with a dry laugh, "is a personal one, not knowledge to be shared."

It turned out that the old magician really came for Marlowet. Thomas was slightly surprised.

"Did the oracle say...that Marlowet's revival would fail?" Thomas asked.

"The contents of the oracle are always vague and ambiguous." Gandalf answered the question irrelevantly.

"Master," Thomas said suddenly. "I can sense that I'm almost at the point of mastering the Art of Steel Soul."

Gandalf stopped and looked at Thomas for a long moment. "No, you are still far from it," he said.