A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The flames also burned Malovit's body, causing him to scream even more miserably.

Chapter 173 The Trapped God 2

In pain and rage, Malovet waved his tentacles in vain, making ineffective attacks.

The Blasphemous Knight shuttled among the tentacles, launching attacks from time to time, shooting targeted silver light into his body, or cutting off a tentacle with a Damascus knife.

This is not a fair fight.

This place was a carefully hidden trap from the very beginning. From top to bottom, layer by layer, ring by ring, they were all traps set for Him.

Under the erosion of various forces, his body was riddled with holes and he was unable to exert his true fighting power at all.

He wanted to escape but couldn't because there were also restrictions restricting him.

There is also a very threatening demigod here.

This is the most troublesome type - high attack, high dodge.

But He couldn't directly use nightmares to corrode the opponent because the opponent's status was too high.

After all, he was a demigod, and he could not use the difference in status to suppress the other party.

If it weren't for this demigod's attack, he would have been able to break free from these restrictions, reach a safe place, and restore his strength.

But there is no if.

To make matters worse, another troublesome fire appeared.

This was clearly a supernatural fire, burning underground without any fuel to support it.

The Blasphemous Knight turned Malovit's body, which had been condensed with great difficulty, back into liquid form, and the flames burned the liquid into ash.

In the high temperature, Malovet's voice gradually changed from frantic to shrill and desperate.

He couldn't break through the restrictions here while fighting the Blasphemous Knight.

The flames gradually spread.

The gods and demigods continued to fight in the flames, and the battle soon came to its final scene.

Malovit's screams had turned into a death wail.

The gods' wails echoed throughout the temple, lingering between every brick and stone.

The sound was like an invisible insect crawling, drilling into everyone's eardrum, gently pulling at their soul and will, ravaging their internal organs and bones, and pouring into their brains.

The dying god collapsed in the flames, uttering his dying cry.

The Blasphemous Knight stood victorious over the still-moving form of his foe.

Must retreat.

He is tired too.

In the previous battle, the Blasphemous Knight had overdrawn all the strength he could, and now he himself had reached his limit.

The high temperature generated by the flames made his lungs burn as if they were on fire, and every breath was like the pulling of an old broken bellows.

"Boris, we're leaving!"

Thomas was outside the fire scene and issued a warning.

The entire temple was crumbling in flames and could collapse at any time.

"One last time!" said Boris.

He raised the Damascus knife, concentrating all his remaining strength on it.

But the next moment, a force suddenly erupted from the ground.

A sudden, irresistible force erupted violently from the bottom up, like a fountain or a volcano.

Mixed with scorching heat and supernatural destructive power, it engulfed everything in an instant.

Everything calmed down.

On the ground outside the temple, the cracks on the bodies of the people who were eroded by nightmares slowly disappeared.

The nightmares that had flowed out and turned into sticky mud had returned to the realm of the spirit and become invisible.

But they still couldn't wake up.

Only the flames still flow in the temple.

Suddenly, a force rushed up from the ground of the temple and blew away everything on it.

An entrance and exit appeared here.

The old man and his disciples came up from underground one by one, looking at the temple that had turned into ruins on the ground and the flames that were still burning inside.

"Teacher...we succeeded!" a disciple shouted.

"Yes!" the old man said with emotion.

Although it was a success, it felt surprisingly unreal.

Maybe success comes too easily and is not as difficult as expected.

"Malovit really...it turns out that the gods have this trick." Recalling the whole process, the old man sighed.

Dozens of elite warriors and spellcasters were easily defeated by Malovet.

Originally, they thought they would cause some trouble to Malovit, but unexpectedly, they were suppressed by the gods' status without any notice and all fell into a nightmare.

"But the Christians are truly formidable. Teacher, I was wondering if bringing the Christians here was a mistake, but I never expected..." a disciple sighed. "They're actually hiding a protector of the nation."

They had just witnessed the battle between the two sides, so naturally they noticed that the last two people to appear were wearing the robes of the Knights Templar.

"There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the Christians," the old man replied softly. "After all, they are the power that can suppress the Star-Moon Cult."

He had made this judgment when he saw the "Rotting Nightmare" being killed, and now this judgment has been further strengthened.

"But we don't have to belittle ourselves. As long as the Holy Flame is rekindled, our future will be no worse than that of Christians!"

said the old man.

"Teacher, what do we need to do now?"

"You don't need to do anything, just wait. Prevent the flame from going out."

"What should we do with these people?" someone asked.

What he was referring to were the sleepers scattered all over the wilderness.

These were not ordinary people, but were almost all elite warriors or powerful spellcasters, the elite forces of different churches.

"Should we kill them all?"

"Well... it's better to capture them first." The old man thought for a moment and replied. "When the sacred flame is rekindled, we can try to convert them."

"Why...hasn't the sacred fire started yet?"

"How can it be so fast!" the old man scolded. "The Holy Fire right now is only burning some of the residue. Only when it reaches the essence of the gods can it truly be rekindled."

They were strolling through the ruins, when suddenly, everyone felt a clear surge of magic.

A magic portal opened in mid-air.

A figure jumped out of the portal and landed on a piece of ruins.

The man was wearing none other than the tunic of a Christian knight.

Everyone was shocked, and several disciples stepped forward and protected the old man behind them.

After a few seconds, everyone calmed down a little.

Not the national defender-level warrior, but another one.

As long as it's not about protecting the country, there's no problem.

Moreover, the man stood still, his expression clearly showing hesitation.

I guess they haven't figured out what's going on yet.

Chapter 174 Fire 1

Thomas really hasn't figured out what's going on yet.

He could understand the flames all around, because Gandalf had said that there were many ways to deal with Marlowet.

The flames would burn Malovit's body, turning the sticky, semi-liquid stuff into ash. This was obviously part of the plan targeting Malovit.

At the last moment before the temple collapsed, he used time to stop again.

Stepping on the flames, he rushed towards Malovit's body.

A dimensional door opened on Malovit's body, and the Blasphemous Knight was pulled in. At the same time, the Damascus knife in the Blasphemous Knight's hand was inserted into Malovit's body to complete the final blow.

These tens of thousands of florins were not wasted!

It can really save lives at critical moments.

After some time passed, he estimated that the fire should be almost gone and the collapse of the temple should be over, so Thomas came out to clean up the mess.

I didn't expect such a group of people to appear here.

The clothes these people wore...their clothes were the same as those of the Zoroastrian priest before.

Zoroastrians?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Thomas' mind, and he immediately had a guess about the current situation.

They are actually... Zoroastrians?

It’s not his fault that he didn’t think of it before, but this matter is really too outrageous.

Zoroastrianism may have once been a major religion that occupied West Asia and Central Asia and radiated influence to the whole world.

But now, on a global scale, it is really just a small transparent person.

The Zoroastrians in Kyiv are also invisible.

There are about a thousand Star-Crescent believers in Kiev. Due to their business, they have abundant financial resources and many elite warriors, making them a force that cannot be ignored in Kiev.

But the Zoroastrians... it was remarkable that they could build this temple.

The total number of people in Kiev is estimated to be only a few hundred at most.

And these few hundred people don't live in a concentrated area. Scattered among the vast population of Kiev, they are as insignificant as pepper sprinkled on noodles.

They actually wanted to summon... and control and enslave Marlowit?

Although it ultimately went awry, it was still shocking enough. But on reflection, it seemed perfectly normal. The Zoroastrians were now nearing their wits' end. In their dying moments, they would risk everything in a desperate struggle. This was true for both individuals and organizations.

Suppressing his surprise, Thomas looked carefully at the group of Muslim monks.

It was easy to tell that the leader of the group was an older, skinny man, around sixty or seventy years old. There weren't many of them, less than twenty in total.

Wait, this group of people... this group of people... look very familiar!

As the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, Thomas naturally had never seen these people before.

But as the leader of the wolf den, Thomas still remembered that this group of people came to him on their own initiative.

It was they who provided the crucial intelligence that enabled the Knights to successfully eliminate the main followers of Malovt in the Kiev region.

I didn’t understand who these people were or what their purpose was.

Now I suddenly understand everything.

These Zoroastrians!

Thomas's mouth twitched as he looked off into the distance. Many people were lying in the fields outside the temple.

Many people came to stop Malovit's revival, and now they either died in the battle in the nightmare maze or were eroded by their own nightmares and lay unconscious on the ground.

Even if all these unconscious people woke up without any sequelae, the Knights would have been severely damaged.

These bastards!

A Zoroastrian quietly approaches Thomas from behind, broadsword in hand.

Although he was tall and straight, his movements were very light and agile. He walked among the ruins without making any noise.