A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

He staggered forward, and countless pieces of burnt skin slowly peeled off.

The bullet pierced his chest.

In the painful spasms, the burned dead skin fell from the body bit by bit, revealing only a layer of bloody flesh.

And those resentful eyes.

Before he was hit by the bullet, he was only breathing his last breath, and his health bar was just a hair's breadth away from zero.

This bullet directly broke the boundary between life and death and reduced the health value to zero.

"You won't succeed! You can't do anything..." the nameless man said in a voice so vicious it would make even the soul tremble. "Marovite is destined to come, and no one can stop it... Everything is in vain..."

Then a shadow shot out from behind him, making a sharp roar and rushing straight towards Thomas.

"Fire!" Thomas shouted, dodging to the side and falling backwards.

The musketeers on his side were very obedient and opened fire immediately.

The dense barrage of bullets sent the unknown creature flying through the air, tumbling twice before landing on the ground. Thomas stood up and saw a living nightmare beast.

There are three asymmetrical horns on its head, and there seems to be some magical sheen on them.

However, magic is still no match for science. Facts have proved that no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife, and no matter how handsome you are, you can be knocked down by a gun.

Chapter 149 Adding fuel to the fire

This nightmare beast is smaller in size and not as tall as the skeletons seen before.

But just in case, he poured a wave of fire on it before Thomas went over to check it out.

I'm sure this unscientific thing will kill me.

It is probably a semi-finished product, as the scales on its skin are still pink.

This became the final scene of the battle.

In other words, the main function of this underground palace is actually an animal pen for feeding nightmare beasts.

Considering that it is not convenient to enter and exit such an underground palace (one needs to lift the carpet and open the wooden door to enter and exit), there may be few people who had the opportunity to hide in it just now.

After Thomas' search, more people entered the underground palace.

Even the old priest of the Perun Order came in.

Everywhere was searched, even the dung heaps, which the soldiers searched with their spears.

The end result was nothing.

It seemed that the fire just now really cleansed everything thoroughly.

Finally, they managed to capture a person alive from a destroyed farmhouse.

The survivor was of low status and severely injured, so not much information could be extracted from him. The only thing that was certain was that this villa was indeed the lair of Malovit's followers.

If it were destroyed, then the Malovite sect would be completely destroyed.

At noon, the besieging coalition forces withdrew.

The place was completely destroyed, so there was no need to leave anyone behind to clean up the mess.

The broken skeletons and corpses were taken away, and no one cared about the rest.

The entire manor was now in a state of complete silence. Not a single living thing was there.

From the ruins of the small villa on the hillside, several figures in gray robes slowly walked down and entered the battlefield that was still emitting heat.

Since there was no need to hide, they had all taken off their hoods.

The leader was a skinny old man, holding a faravahar, or a winged sun in his hand.

All the others also held Faravahar in their hands.

It's not much different from the way Christian priests hold the cross.

"Teacher...is it really possible?" a gray-robed man asked cautiously.

"Malovit is the God of Nightmares," the old man replied as they walked. "The power of the God of Nightmares... cannot be underestimated."

"But they have already searched carefully..."

"Can we find it by searching? In front of God, human beings are not only insignificant, but also ignorant," said the old man.

"But teacher, why are you so sure?"

"Because there are too many nightmare beasts here. And, you've noticed, right?" the old man pointed upwards. "That lightning strike... you don't think it's meaningless, do you?"

"Ah." Everyone remembered what happened before.

It is true that the whole villa was burned by an incendiary bomb, but the top floor was damaged by a lightning strike.

Thinking back, it seemed that the magic was indeed pointless. Regardless of whether the mines were released or not, the subsequent incendiary bombing would completely destroy everything.

In other words, this was a waste of at least a seventh-level, or possibly even an eighth-level magic.

Spellcasters of this era are well aware of how precious magic is.

"It's probably to disrupt the blood sacrifice!" the old man replied. "Mallowit's followers were well prepared."

"For Marlowit's awakening, a blood sacrifice is essential. Either the enemy's life, or your own... I just didn't expect them to resort to incendiary bombs!" the old man said. "That's their goal, after all. That's probably why they've raised so many Nightmare Beasts."

Nightmare beasts are carnivorous and can be used to dispose of corpses. This seemingly insignificant manor must be home to countless wronged souls.

"But... Teacher, so many of them couldn't find it just now, how can we... find it?"

"Of course. You can take a look around first." said the old man.

After a while, several disciples came back - and of course found nothing.

Hundreds or even thousands of people have been searched just now, and every possible corner must have been searched carefully. There is no way that anything could be left.

The old man gently reached into his chest and pulled out a pendant.

The pendant was also a Faravahar, just a little smaller than the one in his hand.

But from time to time, a glimmer of brilliance would flash on this Faravaha, as if some power was sealed inside.

"Mithra," the old man said solemnly, spreading his hands and looking up to the sky. "Please guide your people and clear the fog that obscures our vision!"

As he spoke, flames burst out from his chest.

To be specific, it gushed out from the pendant on his chest.

All the disciples took a step back, held the Faravahar in their hands, bowed their heads and chanted hymns in silence, praising the great Mithra.

After a long time, when everything was over, they looked up again.

The old man groaned, staggered, and nearly fell. Fortunately, the two disciples closest to him came over and helped him up in time.

"Teacher, are you okay?"

"It's okay...it's okay..." The old man panted, and it took a long time for him to recover. "At this moment, I'm afraid...I'm afraid I only have a few chances to use the power of the fire."

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes. "However, now that we've come this far, there's no room for further hesitation."

"You, search again!" he ordered his disciples. "Malovet's power has been broken. What will be revealed to you now will be the truth!"

All the disciples left one after another. After a while, a disciple who went to the basement suddenly ran up in surprise.

"Teacher, I found it!"

"Go!" the old man ordered immediately. "Call the others over."

They soon arrived at the underground palace.

I've searched carefully, and there shouldn't be anything here.

In fact, they had searched before and found nothing.

But now, everyone stood naturally in front of a shrine.

Inside the shrine stood a crystal skeleton.

The skull, torso, limbs... are exactly the same as the human body structure, but are all made of crystal.

It is shrouded in a ball of mysterious light, and one can tell at a glance that this thing is extraordinary.

This thing wasn't actually hidden at all. It was placed at the end of the underground palace, on a very clean open space. And yet, despite so many people searching for it before, no one had noticed it.

"Teacher...well...we didn't see anything just now." A disciple explained.

"This isn't your fault," the old man said. "I told you, this is Marlowit's power. It carries Marlowit's protection. When you see it, your subjective consciousness is distorted. Deep down, you deny its existence, so you actively ignore it."

"You can see it now because Malovite's protective power was broken by Mithra."

"All right, boys!" the old man said. "Break it up and destroy it. Marlowe is particularly eager to revive in a place like this!"

Chapter 150 Adding fuel to the fire

The crystal skeleton is stronger than it looks, but it is still an immovable dead object, and no matter how strong it is, it has its limits.

These people came prepared, using all kinds of tools and quickly smashing the skull.

The skull was smashed into pieces and trampled in the mud, and some of the fragments were thrown into the dung heap.

In short, it can no longer be repaired.

Someone picked up an iron rod and prepared to hit the sternum of the crystal skeleton.

But the action was blocked by the old man.

"Don't go on, this thing is still useful." The old man said, staring at it.

"What's the use of it?" the disciples were surprised.

"We need a lure, a powerful stimulus, to provoke the Star-Moon Cultists!" the old man said. "The Star-Moon Cultists are a destabilizing factor in this matter, and we can't let them stay out of it."

Just like Christians, if you leave it alone, you never know when it will come back. If it goes bad, it will be terrible.

"The Star-Moon Cultists... there aren't many of them here, right?"

"That's quite a lot," the old man pondered. "Especially for the needs of the caravans, they're far more powerful than they appear. There should be quite a few elite warriors in particular. They might not be good at getting things done, but they're more than capable of causing harm."

"But if they get hold of this..."

"This thing itself is useless," the old man said. "Marlowet can no longer be revived with it. He must, and can only, be revived in the place we set!"

This largest sect was completely wiped out, and all of Malovite's backup plans were destroyed. Not only that, other large-scale Malovite sects would also be eradicated.

He was very confident about this matter. Wolf's Nest was an intelligence organization and definitely had the means to pass on the intelligence.

There is no doubt that Wolf's Den is very positive about this matter.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and this is true in most cases.

"But, teacher, you've already introduced too much power." Someone asked cautiously. "What if..."

"Don't worry, the Star-Moon Cultists' strength is limited," the old man said confidently. "They won't play any crucial role."

He pointed to the crystal skeleton that had lost its skull.

"We can't keep it completely either... We'll have to break off a leg and a hand... and then find a way to send the remaining parts to the Star-Moon Cult community. I remember their current leader's name was... what was it?"

"It's Little Bahador." A disciple reminded.

"Yes." The old man smiled. "I'll leave this matter to you." He pointed at a disciple. "Tell him that you found something like this, and then tell him all the information about the time and place."

The latter immediately bowed and accepted the order.

This is a lucrative job, and anyone can see that it is an opportunity to make some money.

As a merchant, sell the remaining crystal skeleton to the Star-Moon Cult. They will be willing to pay a good price.

"So," the old man said, looking up at his disciples. "Now we have finally reached our final step!"

"We've come this far, through countless hardships, and finally reached the final step," the old man said. "All preparations are complete... Everyone, the Holy Flame will once again be ignited in our hands! We must not fail again this time!"

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Deep in the forest.

A man staggered and ran wildly in the woods.

His clothes were torn and tattered by the passing bushes and thorns.