A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas changed his target to another Muhu monk.

"You dare!" The high priest roared, and more meteors flew over, turning the direction Thomas was heading into a terrifying sea of ​​fire.

But Thomas was not afraid at all and rushed straight into the sea of ​​fire.

The teacher is very powerful, but the disciple... is completely vulnerable.

The monk, who had no combat experience at all, was so frightened that he was stunned and was knocked down by Thomas' sword.

As expected, dozens of divine powers were received!

Then move on to the next goal.

The high priest shouted, cursed, and released flames, warning his disciples to flee. But nothing could stop Thomas from killing his students one by one.

Most of these students were training to be spellcasters, and with their teacher occupying their fire, they couldn't cast any spells at all.

Of course, even if magic was used, it would be useless against Thomas in this state.

At the same time, the air in Thomas' chest that had been depleted due to overfishing was also recovering.

Chapter 178 Fire 5

Thomas once again set his sights on the chief priest.

The chief priest, who had transformed into a young boy, had become visibly panicked.

With the power of fire, he should be invincible with his elemental body.

No human being could withstand such high temperatures.

But now, facts have proved that his self-confidence was wrong.

He didn't know how many times he had hit Thomas, but it seemed that except for his clothes being burned, the Christian knight was intact.

The flames and heat seemed to stop at the surface of his skin, unable to cause any harm to him. Even his hair could be restored instantly.

"Take it!" Thomas rushed forward from the front.

The high priest wanted to use the same method to keep the distance between the two sides, but Thomas suddenly increased his speed.

It was so fast that it seemed like teleportation. In an instant, he jumped high with his hands raised.

The foul energy once again gathered on his sword, transforming into an ominous shadow.

The sword light broke through the air and turned into a long black rainbow, full of lethal energy and killed the enemy.

The High Priest erupted as well, transforming into a terrifying sea of ​​fire, resembling the legendary scorching hell. Suddenly, it felt as if countless wailing, resentful spirits, mingled within the flames, were swept out.

Two equally terrifying forces collided with each other, and the ground cracked in an instant, torn apart by the high temperature power.

The soft ground could not withstand such an impact and turned into countless flying dust and gravel.

When all the smoke and dust cleared, Thomas caught the high priest in his hand, grabbed his neck, and lifted up half of his body in a deep pit on the smashed ground.

The lower half of the high priest's body had completely disappeared, with only a small portion of his torso and head remaining.

The Breaking Good Slash was indeed effective. Even though his body had been transformed into energy, he was not immune to the damage caused by the Breaking Good Slash, and could not regenerate and reconstruct his body as quickly as before.

The originally surging flames have almost been extinguished, with only a small fire remaining around them.

"Cough cough!" The high priest's eyes were dull, and he made a slight coughing sound as if his mind and will were lost.

He opened his eyes confusedly, lowered his head with difficulty, and looked around.

"Why..." He looked at the person opposite him. "...What kind of power is this? Are you...really...a Christian Knight?"

“It’s the real deal,” Thomas replied.

The High Priest once again looked at the still-burning corpse of the god in the distance. "Why... isn't the Holy Fire... rekindled?"

After saying this, his body continued to crumble and break, scattering like powder, turning into red powder flying all over the sky like moths, shining with phosphorescence.

Thomas loosened his grip, leaving only crumbling sand in his palm.

what happened?

Indeed, although the flames were burning the corpse of the god, the intensity of the burning was obviously decreasing.

It's getting fainter and fainter.

"Holy fire...Holy fire!" Seeing that the battle was already decided, Gandalf jumped out from his hiding place.

Run over here quickly.

Whether the sacred flame is lit or not, the fire is still there.

To an individual, there is little difference between the Kindling Fire and the Sacred Fire.

For a magician, it is simply a holy object, a holy object worth paying any price for!

But where is the sacred flame?

The chief priest had been reduced to ashes, nothing remained. Clearly, the fire was not here.

The only thing burning now was Marlowet's body.

Gandalf tried every possible way to separate a ball of fire from the corpse of the god.

But the flame seemed to burn only on Marlowit's body and could not ignite anything else.

Even a wise man like Gandalf didn't know what to do.

They could only watch as Malovet's body turned to ashes and the flames were completely extinguished.

Gandalf stayed where he was for a long time.

There was no trace of it on the bodies of the numerous Muhu monks, nor on the ashes of Malovite. The sacred fire was not lit, and the flame disappeared.

This...what is going on?

Thomas found a set of clothes nearby and put them on before going to find Gandalf.

Gandalf remained there, as if in a trance.

"Master, what's going on?" Thomas asked.

"I guess..." Gandalf cried. "We were all fooled by Marlowet!"

"Were you fooled by Marlowit?"

"These Zoroastrians, they're so obvious!" Gandalf was extremely frustrated. "How can you summon a god this way? Even if it's a trap, they should at least be hidden. They didn't even try to hide... Marlowet must have noticed, so he just sent a clone down to the world with not much power."

"On the surface, He was destroyed, but in reality, He stole the fire in this way! We were all fooled!"

"Do gods still need to steal fire?"

"Other than that, there's no explanation!" Gandalf sighed. "The fire just disappeared like that! What's worse is that Marlowet doesn't have many followers anymore. He's definitely not going to give fire to any of his followers any time soon... these damn Zoroastrians!"

He cursed the dead with disgust and hatred, then took out a bag and collected the ashes of the gods.

"What's this for?" Thomas asked.

"Ah, experiments," Gandalf replied simply.

Now, everything has finally returned to the starting point.

Although Gandalf said it was a trap set by Marlowett, to be honest, Thomas didn't quite believe it.

Because when he looked inward, he could see that his godhead was damaged.

Many of the cracks on the damaged divine body, which was originally full of cracks and dull in color, have been filled up, and the color has become much brighter.

At this moment, nearly forty groups of divine power surrounded the damaged godhead.

Not only that, above the damaged godhead, there was originally only the shadow of a sacrificial knife.

And now, a ball of fire was burning on the edge of the sacrificial knife.

A ball of fire burned out of nowhere, coming from nowhere. It was as real as it was illusory.

Like the broken godhead and the sacrificial knife, this flame is untouchable and exists in another dimension.

Thomas had been certain the flame didn't exist—but after he killed the high priest, it appeared out of nowhere.

This should be the sacred fire... or the fire!

Thomas didn't know what was going on.

Look at the repaired broken godhead, and then look at the fire.

Then he thought about how he could gain divine power by killing the priest.

Is it because I killed Marlowit that I absorbed Marlowit's essence?

I killed the chief priest, so I took the fire from him?

I killed the Muhu monks, and therefore took away the power of sacrifice from them?

I killed cattle, sheep and other sacrifices, and therefore plundered the vitality from them?

Then... am I the God of Plunder?

Chapter 179 Cleaning Up the Mess 1

Thomas also searched around and found the magic whip of little Bahador.

The upper part of the whip had fallen into the abyss at that time, but now it is just on the edge of the whip.

Thomas had thought it was a magic whip before.

When Thomas picked it up, he clearly felt that it was sickly and lifeless.

Obviously, having a part of it cut off had a huge negative impact on it.

In addition, if you hold it in your hand and observe it carefully, you will find that it may not be metal.

Both the outer barbs and the inner metal were added externally. Its center seemed to be… some kind of white, filamentous substance. More like a rope than a whip.

It is only with the outer layer of metal and sharp barbs that it becomes lethal.

In fact, Thomas could peel the outer layer off with his hands, exposing the core.

Thomas came to Gandalf and asked, "Can this be repaired?"

Gandalf paused his work and examined the whip. "It's quite damaged," the old wizard observed carefully. "But it can be joined together. Do you want to use it as a weapon?"

"No, I just..." Thomas remembered how little Bahadur jumped over the abyss before.

If the Desecration Knight did not have the ability to fly, he could only watch Little Bahador escape.

Even if there is a long-range attack, it is highly likely to be avoided.

"...I think it would be better as a tool," Thomas said.

It is not useful in combat, but it is very useful when escaping or pursuing, especially in extremely complex terrain.

Just like Spider-Man's spider silk.

Although Thomas had practiced light body techniques, he felt inadequate. Most importantly, he knew his body movements were not good enough.

That is the level of parkour and rock climbing in the previous life.

It is useful, but it is not enough when you are facing really dangerous conditions or really facing masters.

"Three thousand florins, and I will repair it for you," said Gandalf. "But it will certainly not be as good as the original."

"Master," Thomas said calmly, "You owe all this research material to me."

This sentence choked Gandalf.

"Five hundred florins, and no less," said Gandalf. "Don't forget that I also helped."

"Deal," Thomas said.

Then he also found a bag and started to collect the ashes.

The burning of Marlowett's body left enough ashes so that nothing Thomas did would affect Gandalf.

Thomas bags much faster because he doesn’t pick and choose.

Gandalf was selective, sifting through the ashes on some unknown basis, and his selection was slow.

Thomas simply stuffed it into his pocket.