A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

His pockets were soon full, and Thomas opened his own space door.

Having such a warehouse...would be a waste if you don't use it.

Although it costs one hundred and fifty florins to open a door, but... these ashes don't look like they are worth only one hundred and fifty.

Gandalf looked at the space gate in surprise.

"Aragorn, lend it to me for temporary storage," said Gandalf.

If the space door is not closed automatically, it can last for twenty minutes and can be installed many times.

"Five hundred florins," said Thomas. "The rent."

Gandalf's mouth twitched. He looked at the bag in his hand, then at the huge corpse of Marlowet...

"Deal!" he said.

If he hadn't rented Thomas's secondary plane, he would have carried at most two or three bags of ashes.

But if you rent it, you can increase it at least tenfold!

Thomas has hidden a number of bags in his secondary plane (which is now his).

It took about an hour, and after most of the bags were filled with the ashes of the gods, Thomas finally stopped with satisfaction.

Perhaps because of the high temperature of the flames before, there is now a strong wind around the temple ruins.

A lot of the ashes were carried away by the wind.

Including the two people who packed the ashes in bags, there are not many ashes left.

"That's enough. I'm going now," said Gandalf.

Although this operation was not without results, the gains were not as great as expected.

The old magician was particularly troubled by the loss of fire.

He turned and walked back in the direction of his mule. "I'll go back first. You have to bring my things over later."

"Master, when will these people recover?" Thomas asked.

"Nightmares have consumed their minds," Gandalf said. "They'll wake up within a day. You can try to wake them up early, or you can ignore them and let them wake up slowly. However, the aftereffects vary from person to person, so it's hard to predict."

The old magician quickly walked away.

Thomas has pulled Boris out of the secondary plane.

The Blasphemous Knight was only unconscious from exhaustion, but otherwise was fine. Malovit's attack, though fierce, posed little threat to Boris, who could fly through the air.

Pinching the Ren Zhong point woke him up.

Then let Boris take the unconscious Eva away.

That's easy, after all they have mounts.

Although it was not safe at night, Thomas did not think anything could pose a threat to a national defender, even an exhausted one.

He had seen it with his own eyes before.

I have nothing else to worry about, so I can deal with the Knights.

In the previous battle with Marlowet, Thomas had done his best to get the Christians away from the temple.

There were certainly a few unlucky people who were not taken care of and died when the temple collapsed, but the vast majority were evacuated to a safe place by Thomas in advance.

Especially the head of the group.

The Grand Master completely avoided the final battle, neither being injured by Malovit nor affected by the flames of the High Priest. In fact, at this moment, he looked like he was just sleeping normally, just sleeping.

It didn't take Thomas too long before the Grand Commander woke up slowly.

"Knight Commander Thomas..." The Grand Commander blinked. "What am I doing..."

"Grandmaster, you've fallen into Marlowit's trap," Thomas said. "You've been dragged into your own nightmare."

"Ah...ah!" The Grand Commander climbed up from the ground. He was wearing armor and his movements seemed very slow, but the evening breeze blew and he quickly came to his senses.

"Where is Malovit? What happened to Malovit!" He looked at the ruined temple in a daze.

If Malovet leaves here, there will be big trouble!

"Defeated by the Blasphemous Knight." Thomas whispered.

"Profane Knight?" The Grand Master was startled. Then he came to his senses. "You mean..."

"He's protecting the country now," Thomas explained. "He's already left."

The Grand Commander was stunned at first, then burst into laughter! "Good! Good! Good!" He patted Thomas on the shoulder. "Well done, Knight Commander Thomas! It's you who saved everyone this time!"

Chapter 180 Cleaning Up the Mess 2

The Grand Master did not make any comment regarding the promotion of the Blasphemy Knight to Protector of the Nation.

None of these guys who were on the wanted lists of different major countries and were still alive and kicking were simple characters. Their promotion to protector of the country would at least not arouse suspicion.

If such a person cannot protect the country, who can?

"Captain, let's save people first!" said Thomas.

The two separated and each tried to wake up the unconscious Christians.

There were quite a few Christians there. Thomas had moved over from the temple and its surroundings, and there were about twenty people gathered together.

While the Grand Commander was rescuing people, Thomas pretended to go look for people somewhere else and moved away for a distance.

Here, lie the members of the Wolf Den, led by the Gray Wolf.

He just discovered it.

The members of the Wolf's Den clearly didn't fight their way through the nightmare maze and reach the temple. Instead, they were attacked midway and dragged into their own nightmares.

Thomas didn't have time to put on makeup, so he took out the wolf's den mask from his body and put it on, then woke up the gray wolf.

It’s hard to say whether it’s because of the distance or for some other reason, but the gray wolf woke up easily.

Just touch the face slightly, call a few times, and he will wake up after some stimulation.

"It's you, Shadow Wolf... What's going on? What happened?"

"Everyone's been caught up in it," Thomas said. "They've been caught up in Marlowet's nightmare."

"Ah," Gray Wolf was startled, his whole body shuddering. "Where's Marlowit?"

He looked around and his eyes fell on the collapsed temple in the distance.

"We were defeated by the Christians," Thomas said casually. "They are very strong!"

"Ah!" Gray Wolf saw the other people from the wolf den around him, as well as the Perun believers who were still sleeping everywhere. Of course, he also saw the Christians in the distance, who were working to wake up their companions one by one.

Christian clothing is unmistakable.

"Ah...ha..." Gray Wolf just stood there watching. "Shadow Wolf, how did you find me?"

"I got your letter," Thomas said casually. "I came in looking for you, but ended up trapped in the nightmare maze. When the maze collapsed, I saw Christian dealing with Marlowet. I was able to help a little. Anyway, at least it seems that the matter has been resolved."

"Christian... actually has this much power!" Gray Wolf sighed. "What a mistake!"

He bent down and woke up a follower beside him.

Then comes the next one, and the next one.

It wasn't long before everyone in the Wolf's Den woke up and began to wake up the members of the Perun Cult.

After all, the two sides are allies. It would be unreasonable not to pull in the allies at this time.

Soon, all the forces around the temple that came to prevent Malovit from reviving began to quietly withdraw.

There was no conflict between the two sides, as each was wary of the other.

To be honest, everyone's losses are really not small. Nightmare Maze is not a joke.

When the night faded and the morning light burst, only the ruins of the temple remained.

And of course there are the corpses dotted among the ruins.

A force from Kyiv arrived belatedly.

The bodies of those with important backgrounds were taken away by their companions, and the rest were handed over to the Grand Duke's soldiers for disposal.

The fog lasted a day or two before disappearing, causing no major problems. Even knowledgeable merchants and minor nobles, not to mention the ignorant commoners, would have considered it a common natural phenomenon.

No one knew that a god had once descended upon the earth, and even less did anyone know of the heroic and tragic battle that ensued.

……

The next two or three days were quiet.

All forces are working hard to lick their wounds and clean up the aftermath of previous battles.

For several days in a row.

Boris sparred with Thomas every day.

Thomas had seen the fighting power of the Protectorate before, but he had never experienced it in actual combat.

Now it can be said that this regret has been completely made up.

Every time, they were defeated by the opponent in a very short time.

Thomas had practiced with the opponent before. Even the opponent admitted that their fighting strength was equal. The winner would have to be determined after a thousand moves, a test of endurance rather than martial arts skills.

But now it's completely different.

Boris's knife didn't seem to have any faster speed, but its accuracy became terrifying.

The two sides' weapons clashed, and each of the opponent's attacks would fall exactly in the gap between Thomas's forces, stuck in an extremely clever position and time point.

Even if the collision is of the same force, the opponent will suffer a loss.

Even if he chose not to engage in combat, the opponent's movements became extremely fast and agile, making it difficult for Thomas to touch him, let alone hit him effectively.

When asked why, Boris's answer was "I just felt it. My intuition told me that this is the way to go, that this is the way to go, and that I can do it."

Even with the invisible assistance of the spiritual field, Thomas couldn't hold on for long.

As for everyone else…

If before, he could fight with Boris for several moves before losing, now he can be defeated in one move.

No matter how much preparation is made, no matter how much advantage is gained in weapons, the attack can only catch the remaining shadow of the Blasphemous Knight.

Although the competition in the martial arts arena is not actual combat, it is very close to actual combat.

If a life-and-death battle really took place, then Thomas and his men, assuming the Blasphemous Knight did not use his extraordinary abilities, would be like chickens and dogs, and could be killed in no time, as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

It won't even take up much time.

This is the horror of protecting the country.

That afternoon, after a round of competition, the two men rested and discussed.

"Boris, how can we improve the protection of the country?"

"I can't describe it," Boris thought for a moment and said, "If I had to describe it, it's like... you open your eyes, or something that's been covering your eyes is suddenly removed. Suddenly, you can feel more."

"As for why I feel this way, I can't elaborate."

"It was when I...felt hatred, the moment I felt emotion within myself, that I suddenly understood."

"Moreover, there are also obvious changes in my body."

He took off his shirt, and you could see that all the muscles in his body had shrunk a lot.

But it is not true shrinkage. His weight has not changed. Instead, it is more like compression to increase muscle density.

Those plump and strong muscles have now become more delicate and neat.

“Something has changed.” Thomas also noticed.

As for more, the Blasphemous Knight probably couldn't answer. He was the typical person who knew the facts but not the reasons.

It seems that I can only go to Gandalf.

It is indeed time to go find Gandalf.

A voice came from outside the door, and someone shouted, "Captain, there's a messenger from headquarters!"