A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

There is movement behind me.

Thomas turned around and saw someone pushing several small catapults towards him.

It should be noted that just as muskets have not completely replaced bows and crossbows, cannons of this era have not completely replaced catapults.

At least in the Ross army, there are both.

"Go!" the old priest commanded while panting.

Thomas didn't dare get too close, fearing he'd be recognized. But he could see that the old priest had expended considerable energy on the spell.

The power of that magic was truly astonishing. Even at this moment, the rock that had been transformed into molten lava by the intense heat hadn't completely solidified. Some of the lava was still flowing over the blackened outer layer of the building.

Smoke and dust spread in the violent wind, bringing with it the smell of destruction.

The cannon stopped firing and was loaded with shotgun shells and kept on standby.

Instead, catapults were used.

Bags of unknown substance were loaded, set on fire, and then thrown at the target.

The accuracy was unexpectedly high, and several rounds of ammunition were thrown into the windows of the villa whose glass had been broken.

Then, streams of white smoke followed by something extended out of the window.

It was like branches popping out of the window.

After the white smoke, there is flame.

It was as if an angel had blown the trumpet of destruction, and divine light and pure white mist from heaven covered the earth, bringing equal burning and destruction.

Even the flames were dyed a solemn pale yellow.

Thomas observed for a long time and finally understood what those things were.

It's white phosphorus!

Or the ingredients contain a lot of white phosphorus.

Damn...this...this...even Thomas had to observe a moment of silence for the enemies in the villa.

The moment those ghostly things hit the ground, they would shatter and disintegrate, and flames would erupt from them, transforming into a scorching hot wind. The flames would also bring up white smoke, like a thin layer of white gauze. And wherever the white gauze covered, everything was covered by the terrifying burning.

What fell on the outer wall was already terrible, and what fell inside the room - that is, there were more flammable materials - was even more terrifying.

Flames danced wildly in the walls, on the ruins, and in the flesh and blood, accompanied by poisonous smoke and thick fog that destroyed the lungs.

In a short time, the whole villa was engulfed in this terrible flame. The flame brought destruction, and the dancing poisonous steam and the surging flames like water penetrated every corner.

It seemed as if the entire castle-converted villa was on fire, eventually turning into a high-temperature hell, accompanied by a poisonous mist that completely destroyed all living things.

Now, the entire villa is in ruins.

In the distant army formation, Thomas was stunned.

Not only Thomas, but most people, even Gray Wolf, had fear in their eyes under their masks.

After a while, everyone saw that the things inside the villa could no longer be hidden.

In the flames of destruction, dozens of indescribable ghosts fled screaming, struggling and rolling on the ground, trying to put out the flames that were wrapped around them. But every time the flames were temporarily extinguished, before they could do anything, the vicious fire would rekindle from the extinguished smoke.

In fact, when the next order was given to the musketeers and cannons to fire, it was definitely an act of mercy rather than malice.

After a burst of fierce gunfire, the things crawled to the ground and never moved again. Only the remains slowly turned into charred char in the flames and the sound of bones breaking in the burning were left.

Thomas even thought of a very scary question.

The fact that these Perun believers have accumulated so many weapons, manpower and equipment is obviously not a spur-of-the-moment act, but rather they have been prepared for a long time.

Used to deal with a powerful enemy.

But the situation was urgent and Malovit's recovery progress was beyond imagination, so they had to use these weapons and equipment to deal with Malovit's followers first.

So the question is…who were these pagans originally planning to attack?

Such a large number of vicious weapons were obviously intended to destroy a very powerful enemy in a very short time.

Thomas finally decided not to think about it.

The more I thought about it, the more I became afraid.

The Grand Commander is always thinking about dealing with the pagans, and the pagans seem to have the same idea?

"Should we leave some people alive?" asked the gray wolf in the distance.

"Don't worry, there will definitely be some of Malovit's believers who can survive. Only those who survive are qualified to be living." The old priest's voice was full of ruthlessness.

Don't be fooled by the overwhelming force and momentum. But this kind of war burns money.

Even if the sect is wealthy and has a large number of believers donating, this kind of expenditure will definitely be a huge expense.

After the fight, don't expect it to happen again in the short term.

No matter how many plans there are, they have to be put on hold. For a long time to come, we can only honestly accumulate strength.

The white phosphorus fire burned for an hour, or even longer.

The entire villa looked like a wax sculpture melted by a raging fire. This indicated that the incendiary bomb contained something extraordinary.

They waited for a while, and when the temperature dropped, several people broke into the ruins of the villa.

Soon they came out and reported back to the old priest.

"Sure enough, there's an underground palace here." The old priest looked at the gray wolf. "Okay, you can go up now."

"..."

"We've done the physical work, and you can handle the technical stuff yourself, right?"

"No problem!" Gray Wolf nodded.

He waved his hand, signaling his men. "Shadow Wolf, you lead the way!"

The alpha wolf can suppress the wolf den, which means that the shadow wolf is the strongest one.

Chapter 148: Battle of the Manor 3

Soon, Thomas walked into the ruins of the villa, which still retained the warmth of the flames.

All I could see was a ruin completely burned to ashes.

Not all monsters were lucky enough to escape the villa—those that did at least survive for a few extra seconds. Many more were burned to death inside the villa.

The remains of huge monsters, including skeletons and scales, can be seen continuously.

Nightmare beast.

Thomas remembered that's what they called it.

Although the original appearance could no longer be seen, the mere sight of those hideous skeletons… Thomas felt the name was incredibly fitting. They looked as if they had truly crawled out of a nightmare; they didn't look like naturally evolved creatures.

The further he went, the more Thomas congratulated himself on his wisdom.

Fortunately, he did not rashly rush into the manor.

Marlowite's followers... How many weird things have these bastards hidden here?

What on earth did it cost to make this kind of weird thing?

Even now, wisps of black gas continue to rise slowly from under the white ash and dissipate into the air.

On the first floor of the villa there is a door leading to the underground.

Perhaps it once had a wooden lid, perhaps even a carpet covering it. But now, both the wood and the carpet have been reduced to ashes in the raging fire, leaving it completely exposed to outsiders.

No matter how fiercely this terrifying incendiary bomb burned, it was ultimately not the bunker-buster bombs that Thomas had used in his previous life.

Burning down the villa is already the limit, and it has almost no impact on the underground palace.

At least that's the case when it comes to architecture.

There was nothing worth searching in the villa itself. The incendiary bombs had washed the ground thoroughly, and it was now certain that there was not even a living insect left here.

But underground is a completely different matter.

Not far ahead, Thomas saw a hideous corpse, half of its body charred. It was obvious that the unfortunate person had not died on the spot, but had struggled to escape into the tunnel.

Speaking of which, those guys who jumped out of the window were much luckier.

After all, being killed by a shotgun or bullet is a matter of seconds. This guy was burned alive by the flames that were like maggots on his tarsal bones. The agony before death is truly heartbreaking and moving to tears.

However, this thing that has turned into a twisted ball of charcoal is not a human.

Although it is human-shaped, one can vaguely make out the bones that belong only to an animal, with huge and sharp teeth.

Thomas guessed that this should be a human being.

Some kind of magical experiment? Or maybe a transfiguration spell?

I guess he wanted to transform and increase his strength to fight against the incendiary bombs. Unfortunately, although this is a story of science versus magic, it turns out that magic is no match for science.

After briefly confirming that the body was indeed dead, Thomas walked around it and continued forward.

He subconsciously kicked the corpse.

The incendiary bomb burned so thoroughly that the bodies shattered to the ground at the slightest touch.

I can't even put it together.

Thomas's mental field was fully activated, sensing the movements around him.

In this kind of tunnel, the spiritual field is particularly effective and can ensure that you will not be attacked as you move forward.

And he wasn't holding a torch.

The second group of people who came in, about twenty steps away from Thomas, brought several torches.

It was the team of mercenaries led by Qinglang, about twenty or thirty people.

It’s hard to say how strong he is, but the matchlock gun in his hand is definitely powerful.

Behind them were Gray Wolf and his trusted subordinates, four or five people in total.

Thomas initially thought this tunnel was an escape tunnel—in other words, someone had already escaped. But as he advanced, he gradually realized that this was not the case.

This is probably a secret base.

Because the space is so large, it can be called an underground palace.

If we squeeze in a little, it will be no problem to accommodate hundreds of people.

There are also various living facilities here, including living quarters for people and animal pens for raising livestock and wild animals.

The animal pen was large and smelly, with a large amount of feces that had not been cleaned up.

But there were no living creatures.

Thomas was at the animal pen, enduring the stench and observing the feces.

He was sure that this was not horse manure or pig manure, but... it should be from a nightmare beast.

Judging from their feces, these creatures are indeed carnivores.

There was a clear trace of human presence among the food scraps and feces. It was likely that Malovit's cult had killed more than one person here.

After he finished observing, he heard the howling of a blue wolf behind him.

Thomas replied casually.

At that moment, something came out of nowhere.

Thomas's mental field accurately captured the changes in air currents.

Steel Soul Flow Secret Technique: Identify Instruments by Sound.

A chill ran down the back of his head. Without a second thought, Thomas dodged to the side.

The strong wind blew past my ears, causing them to hurt.

It's a powerful crossbow!

Thomas was already familiar with this situation. The blindsense brought by the mental field had already pointed out the enemy's location. Thomas shook his hand, and the flintlock was already in his hand. Then there was a bang.

Then, he saw the figure slowly emerging from thin air. The bullet broke the magic that obscured his vision.

It was a dark-skinned person, with countless tiny bright red cracks on his burnt black skin.