A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

However, perhaps it was insufficient divine power, or perhaps some other reason. It seemed the lost blood would not be restored. Even after her injuries were treated, Eva's body was clearly weakened, and she remained in her previous coma.

But it doesn't matter. I can recover after a day or two of rest.

Now there is no need to "long for you even after death", but I can "return to you when I am alive".

The Blasphemous Knight was overjoyed.

Thomas stood up and touched his chest with a lingering fear. Not being a professional shaman, he wasn't very confident in his performance.

This is my first time playing this, so I shouldn’t be exposed, right?

After solving this problem, the next problem is how to escape from this nightmare.

Fortunately, no one is causing trouble, so we can take care of the monster by using a musket slowly.

"Let's get this business done first," Thomas said, and went to get the musket and ammunition that had fallen on the ground.

His flintlock was a short gun and its effective range was not as long as that of the matchlock.

"No need for that." When Thomas was about to raise his gun, the Blasphemous Knight stretched out his hand to block it.

Then he drew his Damascus knife.

A silver light shone on the knife.

With a loud shout, the Damascus knife chopped down in the air, throwing the silver light on the knife away.

The silver light turned into a silver line and hit the nightmare beast's head directly from a long distance, making a big hole in its head.

Then, the whole world broke apart.

When they came to their senses, they were already standing in a wilderness. The abyss, cliffs, and rocks had all disappeared without a trace.

The bodies of the Star-Moon believers were scattered all over the ground less than twenty steps away.

A voice came into my ears on the wind.

"...Whenever I am in the abyss of suffering and pain...No matter how painful or horrible it is, I will be reborn to liberate all the ghosts..."

Chapter 170 Trap 1

Thomas immediately recognized it as the "Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" that Gandalf had translated countless times and had completely distorted.

In addition, the surrounding environment...

This should be in the real world.

The original thick fog had completely dissipated at some point, and everything in the surrounding area was clearly visible.

It was already dusk.

Specifically, at this moment, at the end of the horizon, the last ray of afterglow before the night falls is still there.

In half an hour at most, the world will be plunged into darkness.

Thomas's destination—the small Zoroastrian temple—was just ahead, about a hundred or two hundred meters away.

It is called a small temple, but strictly speaking it is not very small.

Anyway, there is no problem for hundreds of people to gather here for religious ceremonies.

"What's going on...it seems like..." Thomas was surprised and saw that the sound of chanting was getting closer and closer.

Gandalf came over.

"Are you still alive?" The old magician had obviously seen enough dead people along the way.

According to the unfortunate nun, Christians suffered considerable losses in their attempt to break through the nightmare maze.

"Master, what is the situation?"

"The Nightmare Labyrinth has collapsed," Gandalf said. "The nightmare you are in is probably the last one."

"what happens?"

"Marovit should have already arrived. Or perhaps it's in the final stage, about to descend but unable to be stopped by any means."

Marlowet has arrived? Thomas was shocked.

"Wasn't Marlowit stopped?"

"It's definitely not, look at this." Gandalf pointed.

Thomas saw a figure lying on the ground in the distance. It was an old man dressed as an ascetic and was unconscious.

There was a crack on his body.

It wasn't just any wound, but a rift leading to another dimension. Black liquid flowed from the rift, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't just any black liquid; it was an indescribable nightmare.

It's strange to say this, but when I see this thing, the concept of "nightmare" naturally comes to mind.

Nightmares, something that originally existed only in the human spiritual world and was invisible and intangible, have now become real and visible substances.

Only the power of God or the devil could do this.

"This is……"

"He's caught in a nightmare of his own," Gandalf said. "So I say Marlowet is about to wake up."

Thomas saw Eva who was unconscious, and a wound on her body was slowly opening.

The Blasphemous Knight drew his Damascus sword, and a flash of silver light appeared, driving the crack away. However, it seemed to have no effect, as another crack slowly appeared in another location.

“Is there any danger?” Thomas asked.

"It should be fine in the short term, but if Marlowit pays special attention, or if it takes a long time, then it's hard to say."

The nightmare maze has completely collapsed, or in other words, Malovet no longer needs any external protection.

"Why do we seem to be okay?"

"This can be understood as a mental attack," Gandalf said. "If you can't bear it mentally, you'll be dragged into a nightmare. This is different from the nightmare maze; it's a nightmare that belongs only to you. And the nightmare will grow larger and larger, eventually eroding you."

"You mean...we can handle it?"

Well, that's normal.

Thomas is practicing the secret art of Steel Soul and is particularly resistant to mental attacks.

The old magician is knowledgeable and must have some means of counterattack.

The Blasphemy Knight had just been promoted to Protector of the Nation and could also resist this influence.

The old magician gave the Blasphemous Knight a meaningful look. "Congratulations. How does it feel to protect the nation?"

"I didn't feel anything," the Blasphemous Knight replied. "It just came naturally to me that I could do something."

The old magician nodded, "I understand."

"What do you understand?" Thomas couldn't help but complain.

"Long ago, I interpreted an oracle," Gandalf said. "It clearly foretold Marlowet's resurrection... and his defeat. Let us go."

The Blasphemous Knight was still a little hesitant, but the old magician immediately revealed his thoughts.

"Don't worry, there's no power here that can harm her," he said. "But if you turn back and take her away, you won't be able to protect her."

He didn't explain it clearly, but everyone understood what he meant.

Those who came here were all trying to stop Malovet's arrival, or were Malovet's enemies.

Marlowet already knows you.

This is not something you can just run away from.

In this matter, you cannot expect the gods to be blind or forgetful.

They began to move forward.

"Master, do we have a chance of winning?" Thomas asked.

"Yes!" answered Gandalf. "Very large indeed!"

"But... so many people fail."

"A specific person..." Gandalf said. "Marlowet didn't rely on his true strength to defeat so many people. He relied on his higher status. If there were a protector who was not afraid of his status, it would be different."

"Protecting the country without fear of status?"

"The Protector of the Realm is also called a demigod in some places. As the name suggests, in the material world, demigods can fight gods head-on. Or it can be understood as: if a real fight comes, although the gods have the advantage, they may not be able to take down the Protector of the Realm." Gandalf replied.

As they passed a place, Gandalf suddenly stopped and hesitated.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, but the situation seems very different from what we expected."

"What did you say?"

"Look, this..." Thomas pointed to a pile of stones at his feet.

A low stone tower was formed from a pile of messy rubble, covered with blood and other filth, and had a strong stench of blood.

Looking into the distance, you can see that there is more than one such tower.

"This is an ancient stone circle, a primitive yet effective magic circle. However, this method... is a blasphemous ritual!"

"What do you mean?" Boris asked.

"Normally, this method is merely a display of hostility towards the gods, more insulting than practical," Gandalf said. "But now, this stone formation... will weaken the power of Marlowet after his arrival."

"How is it possible..." Would Malovit's followers do such a thing?

"No, it's possible." Gandalf pondered for a long time. "For example, if it was a Christian who summoned Marlowet this time, then they would probably do this. Because it would weaken the power of the descending Marlowet."

Chapter 171 Trap 2

"Master, you mean... the one who summoned Marlowit was not Marlowit's follower?" Thomas asked.

"It seems now, in all probability, that it is so," answered Gandalf.

"Can't Marlowet tell who summoned him?"

"Maybe not, maybe I can but I don't care. After all, the chances of descending to the mortal world are rare." Gandalf said.

"So what's the situation now?"

"Although some people tried to assassinate Marlowet, Marlowet was more skilled," Gandalf said. "He didn't use his own fighting power, but simply relied on his own personality to suppress all enemies."

No matter how many tricks you have, I will only be strong!

Using his divine authority, he crushes all enemies indiscriminately and drags them into his own nightmare.

No tricks can help against this one.

Only those who have the ability to ignore the authority of the gods, or at least know how to resist them correctly, can do so.

As they went on, Gandalf found another trace.

"Sure enough... that temple has some tricks up its sleeve." Gandalf gazed at the Zoroastrian temple in the distance. Unknown symbols etched across the walls. "A counter-magic circle? With this, even Marlowet's full power would be slashed by 30-50 percent."

If we could only say "nine out of ten" just now, now we can be 100% sure.

It would be impossible to complete such a project without sufficient time for preparation.

Instead of going straight in, they walked around the temple.

"What a pity! The counter magic circle is incomplete," Gandalf said. "Fortunately, there are not many gaps."

He suddenly said, "You go in, I'll perfect the magic circle here."

"Grandmaster……"

"There are two methods out there, and there must be more inside the temple," Gandalf said confidently. "Someone wants to deal with Marlowet... not to prevent his arrival, but to capture him after he arrives. Whoever did it has now gone to hell! Marlowet will actually arrive soon! And, I'm sure these damned arrangements will anger Marlowet."

"These arrangements only weaken Malovit's initial power, but they cannot diminish his essence. Therefore, after a brief period of recuperation and departure, Malovit will regain his full power. By then... he may very well destroy Kiev!"

"Master, what does Marlowit look like?"

"In theory, human reason and common sense are incapable of understanding the deepest depths of the other side of the world, those supreme rulers. What are gods like? Humans struggle to describe them in their own language. They are themselves a symbol, a phenomenon, the condensed essence of the world's laws. Language struggles to describe such things," the old man said. "But in reality, when this essence begins to descend, to fall, attempting to enter the narrow world of humanity, it inevitably undergoes a dimensionality reduction, undergoing transformation... Hence, Malovit appears as a human."

"Does Marlowet have the appearance of a human?"

"Yes, just like humans. A god who is battered and humiliated, mad with rage, and without much reason," said Gandalf. "Defeat him, or everything will be destroyed: ourselves, the land we stand on, and all the people in it!"