A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

But even so, he could still hear the sound of pursuit from behind. The pursuers had not let him go yet.

"Why...why can someone find me no matter where I hide??!"

He felt more and more desperate.

He touched the Malovite relic in his arms and was completely unable to understand it.

This is a holy book, the holy book of Marlowe.

He had always been an ordinary caravan worker, and another identity was an ordinary member of the Marlowite Order.

There are many reasons to become a follower of Marlowit, one of which is that you can receive guidance from Marlowit through dreams. Another reason is that you can communicate with other members.

You may not become extremely rich and powerful, but it is common to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

The belief in Malovit is not something that is unforgivable, because Malovit himself is one of the gods of Rus.

When that large-scale comprehensive sacrifice was carried out, Malovet would barely be included in it.

Although it is definitely at the back.

I heard that the leader of their sect is extremely powerful and favored by Malovit. If I can find him in time and explain the situation, I will definitely be able to survive...

"Just wait... As long as I can survive, I swear, I will... take revenge!!"

He had converted his wife and children into followers of Marlowit, but now, no one knew whether they were alive or dead.

"I don't know whether I'm alive or dead" is a polite remark. Even a fool knows that the situation is extremely dangerous.

Recalling the screams of his wife and children before he escaped, new strength surged in his body.

The physical strength that was almost exhausted seemed to be gathered back again.

He quickened his pace and continued to rush towards the contact point.

After a while, he finally saw a small house in the woods.

Outside the house stood a stranger, and beside him stood a tall holy emblem of Marlowit.

The leader is here indeed!

A look of deep surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and he quickened his pace and moved forward.

"Are you... the leader?" the man asked.

"Exactly." The stranger turned and looked at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "What's wrong with you? How did you get into this state?"

"I... am being chased. Chief, please... help me, my wife and children have been captured by them." The man said crying.

"Hunting? Why?"

"I don't know!" the man replied, panting and crying. "Maybe the previous times I sent people to the contact were exposed?"

"People? Send? Contact person? What's the matter?" the leader asked with a frown.

"That's the deal you introduced me to? Find those strangers with no relatives, knock them unconscious, and hand them over to the contact. Fifteen florins per person!" the man cried. "Perhaps I chose the wrong target, which led to this."

"I see," the leader of the cult asked. "Do you know what these outsiders are being taken for?"

"She'll probably be... sold into slavery, right?" the man said, feeling a bit guilty. This wasn't a good thing after all. But he knew full well that the chief would definitely take a cut of this deal, and it would be quite a large percentage. "Let's not talk about that. First, we need to rescue my..."

Before he finished speaking, a war hammer was suddenly swung out, accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, and hit the man's chest heavily.

The sound of a broken bone was heard.

The man was thrown backwards and fell to the ground a long way away.

His whole body was twitching, his face was on the sky, he was spitting out big mouthfuls of blood, and he was staring at the approaching leader with puzzled eyes.

Only now did I realize that there was a cross hanging on the leader's chest.

He is not the leader of the Marovite Order at all, he is a Christian!

"Damn cultist!" the Christian cursed, then bent down and searched him for various things.

"What is this?" Christian immediately saw the holy book.

The hardcover book was engraved with the emblem of Marlowit, and a dark and chaotic aura was visible to the naked eye, swirling on the book.

"You're not... you're... a spy!!" The man struggled, his hands clawing at the ground in vain. Pain and hatred filled his eyes. "Christ... Christ... Knight..."

"Spy?" The Christian Knight sneered. "Don't wait for your leader. I've already sent him to meet your god! You cultists, you've cost me a sergeant! I'm glad I didn't waste my time waiting!"

But the results were good, we eliminated five or six Marovit followers. The higher-ups will definitely be satisfied.

This time the Knights were out in full force, with the Grand Master personally in command to strike a heavy blow against the pagan forces.

Only after actual contact did I understand more clearly how hateful these pagans are and they really don’t deserve to die!

This time, he knew he had won!

You can tell at a glance that this thing is Malovet's sacred object!

Submit it to your superiors, and you will definitely get a great credit!

Chapter 151 Before the War 1

The Grand Commander sat in his office, listening to Thomas' report.

His expression was cold, showing no signs of emotion, but Thomas was certain that deep down, the Grand Master's heart was in turmoil.

Damn, there is actually such a terrible time bomb under my feet.

Of course, the same trick works against Marovit's followers, but it may not work against the Knights.

After all, that kind of incendiary bomb is okay for dealing with remote manor villas, but it is meaningless against the city of Kiev.

In Thomas's previous life, the Mongols captured Kiev, but that took the mobilization of tens of thousands of troops, multiple field battles, and a long siege.

But whether it works or not is one thing, and strength is another.

However, Thomas couldn't make up a story about this matter. After all, the Grand Commander might have other sources of information.

After listening to Thomas' report, the Grand Commander rested his chin on his hand and fell into deep thought.

Thomas didn't want to disturb them and waited quietly.

"The situation is completely different from what I expected," the Grand Commander finally said, looking up. "There's a time discrepancy."

"what do you mean?"

"I initially thought it would take at least six months for Malovit to revive," the Grand Master said. "To minimize resistance, gods also choose specific astrological signs and dates for their resurrection. In Kiev, suitable dates are limited to only two or three days a year. Specifically, the two favorable times are three days from now and six months from now. So, I figured six months would be ample time to gradually gather intelligence on Malovit and make all necessary preparations."

There was a hint of frustration in his voice.

"But now it seems that Marlowit's followers plan for the god's resurrection to take place in three days."

"But fortunately, it now appears that Marlowet's resurgence has been prevented," Thomas said.

The villa was burned so cleanly, and almost all other small-scale religious orders were uprooted by the Knights.

Although sworn enemies, the Perun Cult and the Knights cooperated well this time, and together they completely defeated the followers of Malovit.

"No, not yet." The Grand Master sighed. "Malovit will recover in three days."

"But..." Thomas was shocked. He had seen the condition of the villa with his own eyes.

A book suddenly appeared in the Grand Commander's hands.

A hardcover book with the Marlowite emblem clearly depicted on the cover.

Black auras rose and undulated above the book, like nightmares entwined around it.

"Malovit's holy book," the Grand Master said. "It was seized from the infidels during this operation."

"Don't be surprised. Many elves and demons like to use this trick." The Grand Master shrugged. "They often use this method to inform their followers of their intentions. You've seen my collection."

"The power of Christ protected me, allowing me to discern the demon's true intentions," the Grand Master said. "Three days later... exactly three days later. Starting from the night of the third day, Malovet will attempt to revive and walk this world once again."

"In Kyiv?"

"Yes, it's on the outskirts of Kiev." The Grand Commander casually showed the book. He didn't actually open the page, but Thomas knew that the Grand Commander had no reason to deceive him.

"So... what should we do?" Thomas asked. "What should I do?"

"No, you don't need to do anything," the Grand Master said. "I will go myself."

He sighed.

What if Marlowite's resurrection happened six months later?

He could make all the preparations, and if things went well, he could even capture the approaching Malovit while keeping it secret.

Once this happens, I dare not say that it will achieve eternal achievements, but at least it will open up an unprecedented new situation for the Knights.

But now, he is fighting on someone else's territory, and the situation is different.

Winning the battle is extremely difficult, let alone capturing such a powerful devil.

This is the difference between having the right time and the right place.

Not to mention that this large-scale operation mobilized all the strength of the Knights Templar - both the Grand Duke and the Patriarch have probably received the news.

The secret could no longer be kept. Even if Malovit was captured, it would be difficult for the Knights to control him.

Whether from the perspective of strength or from the perspective of legal principles, Malovit could not belong to the Knights Templar.

Pity!

But at this point, there was nothing he could do. He could only do his best.

"Are you going in person?"

"It's my duty," the Grand Master said. "Three days isn't long, but it's not short either. I've reported this to the Patriarch, and he's granted permission to mobilize the forces of the ascetics and priests around Kiev!"

Thomas knew that the priests and ascetics were almost all spellcasters, and with the addition of the knights, it was clear that the Kyiv Church would use all its strength to face this challenge this time.

The Grand Commander looked regretful and sorrowful.

But Thomas knew the situation was more complicated than that.

Because of the warning Freya had given him. He remembered it clearly. Freya had said that a shadow would appear in "his destiny."

It would have been fine if I had left Kiev that day and never looked back, but since I didn't choose to leave that day, I can't get rid of it.

Thomas had a good idea of ​​whether Freya's predictions were accurate when he was in Bohemia.

The Grand Master certainly had good intentions. He didn't want to risk Thomas, a newcomer with great potential, loyalty, reliability, and a bright future who could become the backbone of the Knights Templar.

But Thomas's family knew their own business. He couldn't hide from it.

After returning from the Grand Commander's office, Thomas quickly arrived at "Mouse" Haakon's office.

The last transaction amount was about 50,000 florins (although the selling price was only 10,000), but this time the transaction amount dropped significantly.

After all, different caravans have different sizes and the amount of property they carry.

For example, this time, Thomas didn't go himself, but entrusted everything to the Blasphemy Knight. He only needed to come and settle the accounts and get the money.

When Thomas came in, the other party had already prepared a bag of money on the desk.

Thomas is no longer the rookie he used to be. He can estimate how much money is in a purse by looking at its size.

"That's not quite right," said Thomas. "Three thousand florins?"

If he was not mistaken, this caravan of Star-Moon Cultists should have brought silk from the East.

Expensive silk.

"It's not much silk," said Haakon. "It's a fair price."

Thomas stared at the other person, but the other person stared back at him calmly and fearlessly for a few seconds before looking away with a slightly guilty look.

"Okay," Thomas nodded and picked up the purse. "I think we can be considered business partners now, right?"

"Oh, of course!" The other party nodded. "Why, sir, what can I help you with?"

"I need mercenaries!" Thomas said. "For a mission."

"Ah, that's easy..."

"Don't agree so quickly," Thomas said. "I'm not looking for ordinary mercenaries, at least elite level or above."

Haakon stared at Thomas for a few seconds. "How many?"

"The more the better," Thomas said. "I'll pay a thousand florins for each man for three days."