A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"And I heard you were born with an emotional disability... But now it seems..." He showed a sinister smile on his face. "It doesn't seem like it!"

"No, it's true," Boris replied.

"It's really hard to imagine that you actually returned to the embrace of the Orthodox Church. To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it!"

"I haven't converted to Orthodoxy again," the Blasphemous Knight replied. "To me, Orthodoxy, Catholicism, or the Crescent and Star make no difference, because no matter how one prays, God will not answer. I am only like this because I am a mercenary."

"Mercenaries? Hahaha... Money is indeed the devil that can bewitch people." Little Bahador laughed. "Even the Blasphemy Knight can't escape. They are all willing to risk their lives for money."

"Who said I worked for money? I worked for money, but it didn't involve my life."

"You mean you want to beat me?" Little Bahador shook the whip in his hand lightly, shaking the blood off the blade into a cloud of blood mist. "I'm not saying I'm invincible, but considering you just used all your strength to barely avoid the bullet... I don't think you have the ability to beat me here."

"Besides, I'm a little upset today and want to end everything quickly. After all, I've been stalling here for a long time." Little Bahador's red eyes flashed with a fierce arc: "You have apostatized and are no longer my brother. I will no longer abide by any rules. The Bible says that there should be no honor for anyone who betrays God. I will not show mercy!"

The Blasphemous Knight seemed oblivious to Little Bahador's murderous intent and calmly asked, "What do you think is the difference between Christianity and the Crescent Moon Cult?"

"We believe in different doctrines." Little Bahador replied coldly.

"Yes, the doctrines are different. That's the fundamental difference. But there's more to it than that. Furthermore, the Christian God believes that all human suffering comes from one's own desires. It's humanity's strong desires that attract the devil's temptation, leading to sin and ultimate downfall. And yet, restraining desire is incredibly difficult for humans."

"However, I've noticed since I was a child that I'm different from the people around me. They're passionate, impulsive, sentimental, simple, and greedy, but I'm the exact opposite—I'm born without emotions, without desires. Here," he pointed at his chest. "It's empty, there's nothing. It's dry."

"Interestingly, the priests thought I was born holy, while ordinary people regarded me as a monster and avoided me. Later, even my mentor in the church asked me to hide myself. So I learned to disguise myself. I tried my best to make myself look like others, but I knew it was fake."

"Perhaps it was luck, perhaps it was misfortune, but through a transaction, I exchanged a set of secret spiritual rituals with someone. This secret ritual allows me to absorb the emotions of others. It seemed to be originally used to cooperate with magic that requires specific emotions. But for me, it is exactly what I need. I need to gain emotions, I need... at least to understand what emotions are."

"I choose to absorb love from my target, letting the emotions of others fill me. Yes, I feel what love is. But it's still not enough. Without any emotions, even if I harvest more emotions, even if I know what love is, I don't understand where it comes from, I can't understand how it was born deep within. If I can't generate emotions from within, I can only absorb them from the outside... It's like water without roots and a tree without roots. My heart will always be empty."

"But just now, the wasteland within me sprouted for the first time." The Blasphemous Knight looked at his hands, which were covered in Eva's blood. "Emotions gushed out from the depths of my heart. For the first time, I understood what true love was, what... intense emotion was!"

"Do you understand what love is?" Little Bahador took a step back unconsciously.

"No, it's not." The Blasphemous Knight's tone fluctuated. "It's hatred!"

"Her love has always filled my heart, yet I have struggled to understand it. It sprouted from within, watered with hope, nourished with joy, and nourished with happiness, finally growing into a tree. I transplanted it, but could not make it blossom and bear fruit. But just now, the most beautiful fruit that tree had finally borne has landed in my heart."

"It's stained with blood, so it's the other way around!"

The Blasphemous Knight raised his bloody fingers and drew two bloody tear marks under his eyes.

"So, this is what hatred feels like."

Seeing this scene, little Bahador's brows twitched wildly, and some bad warning signs came to his mind.

"...I can't wait... so eager... to kill you all! I want to crush your bodies, I want to destroy you. Turn your life into death!"

Chapter 167 Lies and Killing 3

Hearing the other party's declaration, Little Bahador suddenly launched a sneak attack.

Unlike the previous direct whip attack, this time, just like the previous attack against Thomas, the whip suddenly turned into a snake with independent intelligence.

He went around from the side and hit the opponent's back with the tip of the whip.

Of course, Little Bahador attacked from the front himself.

The last time he faced Thomas, he was unarmed. But now, facing a powerful figure on the wanted list, he didn't dare to be so arrogant. He didn't know when a weapon like brass knuckles appeared in his hands.

"Blasphemy Knight... stop boasting!" he shouted angrily.

The Blasphemous Knight said nothing and actually raised his Damascus sword to block the whip.

Little Bahador was overjoyed.

This is simply... courting death!

Don't you know that whips are unblockable? Even if the middle of the whip is blocked by a Damascus knife, the force will still be transmitted to the tip of the whip and will still hit your back hard.

When the Blasphemous Knight was hit hard from behind, Little Bahador attacked him from the front.

At that time, one move can be used to finish off the opponent.

Silver light emerged from the void and condensed on the Damascus knife.

Little Bahador sensed something was wrong, but he didn't stop.

The metal whip made contact with the Damascus knife.

According to common sense and based on the countless experiences that little Bahador had gone through, there should have been a collision sound, and the contact point of the long whip was slightly bounced away, but the power contained in it was further transmitted to the front tip of the whip, turning into a swift blow that landed on the enemy's back.

But this time nothing happened.

There was no collision, no recoil, no sparks or noise. The Damascus knife, gleaming with silver light, sliced ​​through the metal whip like a knife cutting tofu.

The small half of the whip was like a headless poisonous snake, carried far away by its own force, landed dozens of steps away, and rolled directly into the abyss.

Little Bahador was stunned, but he couldn't stop his forward momentum.

He could only watch as the Blasphemous Knight turned the Damascus sword to face him.

At the last moment, he raised his hands and clasped his arms together.

With a clang, the Damascus knife was clamped between his palms.

The hard brass knuckles clamped the scimitar from the side.

But the next second, the silver light reappeared.

Little Bahador was indeed powerful. He managed to restrain his strength out of thin air and retreated in a hurry.

But it was too late.

The brass knuckles were shattered into pieces, and his hands were covered in blood. He had suffered a great loss.

But regardless, he put some distance between them.

Seeing that the situation was not good, little Bahadu did not hesitate at all, but immediately jumped into the abyss with all his strength.

As he jumped up, he swung the whip with all his strength towards the other side.

A small part of the whip was cut off, but the remaining length was barely enough to be used.

With this move, he could jump over an abyss that was at least fifteen meters away.

But others can't come.

This is the location.

Fighting in this environment, he was naturally invincible. If he couldn't win, he could retreat! The enemy couldn't chase him.

A shadow fell, blocking his view.

Little Bahador looked at the shadow's position in horror—the Blasphemous Knight also jumped over.

Jump farther, higher, and faster than yourself.

The astonishment instantly turned into ecstasy, because even if the person jumped farther than him, it was still far from enough to jump over the abyss.

If Little Bahador can jump a distance of seven or eight meters, then the Blasphemous Knight can only jump ten meters at most.

But the abyss is at least fifteen meters wide.

This is suicide!

Was he so blinded by hatred that he committed suicide in order to hunt himself down?

The long whip hit the rock wall on the opposite bank, and at this moment his strength was exhausted and his body began to fall.

Little Bahador devoted some of his attention to staring at the Blasphemous Knight, wanting to watch him fall into the abyss.

But at that moment, the opponent stopped in the air.

Yes, it “stops” there.

His knees bent slightly, absorbing the impact of the fall, and he "stopped" in mid-air, waiting for Little Bahador to come over.

Is this... flying in the sky?

Little Bahador was horrified, but his old strength was gone, and new strength had not yet emerged. His body was hanging in the air with nowhere to gain support. One arm was also holding the whip, so he could not protect himself.

The Damascus knife slashed down diagonally, heading towards Little Bahador. However, there was no way to dodge, no way to avoid, and he watched helplessly as he crashed into the blade.

"Wait..." He tried hard to call for help, to beg for mercy, to explain, to...

But he only had time to utter half a syllable before the Damascus knife had already cut him down.

Little Bahador only felt his body lighten, and then found himself flying towards the other side.

It was the whip...his magic whip that saved his life.

Wait, no! Because when he looked down, he saw a familiar body falling into the abyss.

That was his body.

He tried to turn his eyes again and saw a hand.

A hand holding up one's head.

Did they behead me?

This was also little Bahador's last thought, and then everything fell into endless darkness.

Thomas watched the battle from a distance.

Seeing that Little Bahador's attack had failed, he jumped back to the other side of the abyss, and the Blasphemous Knight immediately jumped in pursuit.

For a moment, Thomas felt that the Blasphemous Knight might be finished.

But then, he saw that the other party was actually able to fly in the air. It was as if an invisible glass brick had condensed in the void for him to rest on.

The Damascus knife slashed through the air and directly beheaded little Bahador.

Then, the Blasphemous Knight grabbed Little Bahador's head and continued to leap forward.

This time, he jumped directly over the abyss and landed on the other side.

He held the head in one hand and a knife in the other, looking straight at the panicked Star-Moon Cultists in front of him.

From a distance, Thomas saw the face of the Blasphemous Knight.

Deep hatred was engraved on his face, twisting his originally handsome face into an extremely hideous one.

But at this moment, he looked like a human being.

A real person.

No matter how distorted and hideous the face is, it will not cause the uncanny valley effect, because this is what human beings are like.

Human beings with emotions.

Thomas instantly recalled Gandalf's words—the only thing between a Blasphemer and a Protector of the Realm was his emotions. As long as a Blasphemer possessed emotions, he could be promoted directly to Protector of the Realm.

Chapter 168 Lies and Killing 4

Over there, the Star-Moon Cultists were already in chaos.

The battle just now ended too quickly.

Bahador Jr. failed in his move and immediately jumped back to the other side of the abyss. The Blasphemous Knight followed and beheaded Bahador Jr. in mid-air.

By the time the Blasphemous Knight landed on the other side, it actually only took about ten seconds in total.

The Star-Moon Cultists could hardly believe what they saw.

Little Bahador died just like that?

They all knew how powerful their leader, Little Bahador, was.

He was so strong that there was no one in the entire Star-Moon Cult community who could be compared to him.

No matter whether it is an old strongman or a rising star, once they meet Little Bahador, they will admit defeat.

This is true not only internally but also externally.

Little Bajado never lost any fight.

It is the existence of little Bahador that gives everyone enough confidence.

But now, seeing little Bahador die, the pillars of everyone's hearts collapsed in an instant.

In fact, many people thought they were dreaming. No one could have imagined that Little Bahador could be killed so easily.

The reactions of the Star-Moon Cultists were divided into three categories.