A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

There are faint lines and cracks on the side edges of the altar.

He reached out his hand, gently grasped the gap, and pulled hard.

With a "puff" sound, the stone was pulled up by him.

It was a small hole, covered by a stone, fitting perfectly. If I hadn't looked so closely just now, it would have been hard to spot.

Robin's expression trembled, and after hesitating for a moment, he reached his hand into the small hole.

When I stretched out my hand, there was something extra.

That's a pine cone.

However, unlike ordinary pine cones, this pine cone ball is shining with golden light.

"What is this?" He intuitively felt that this thing must be good.

The evil tree man is so powerful, yet he has been guarding this place. This forest must have some hidden secrets.

And this golden pine cone might be the secret.

Robin glanced around furtively. Everyone else was a distance away from him, but no one was paying attention to him.

His heart began to beat violently. He quickly put the things into his bag and put the stone back.

Then he turned and walked out from behind the statue as if nothing had happened.

"Found it!" someone suddenly shouted. "Everyone come and see!"

Suddenly a group of people rushed over.

Soon, everyone was shocked by the scene before them.

There was a dense forest ahead, and corpses were hanging on the thick tree trunks.

Some of the corpses had already rotted and shriveled, like dried bacon.

Some of them had no meat left, only a few tendons and bones barely tied together.

Of course, there are also some fresh ones that are still dripping blood - but this should be the effect of the temperature.

In this kind of weather, flesh and blood can stay fresh for a long time.

Some of the bodies were hung from vines, while others were nailed to the ground with wooden stakes.

Seeing this scene, everyone got goosebumps all over their body, and a chill rushed from the tailbone to the top of the head.

The adventurers who had previously gone deep into this place, as well as the missing members of the tribe... it seems they are all here.

The quantity also matches.

"Look, that..." someone shouted, pointing at a corpse.

Robin also looked in the direction the man pointed and saw the body of a young man over there.

The corpse is still relatively fresh.

The face looked familiar, and he recognized it after a few seconds. Wasn't that Mr. Tiebi's son?

He really died here.

It seems that their first task, finding someone, has been accomplished.

But this is really difficult to do.

"Why don't we set a fire and burn everything here. Since this is the monster's lair, let's destroy it completely! And burn all the corpses at the same time?" Harald suggested to Robin.

Robin looked at the others, but they didn't quite agree.

"It's probably going to be hard to light a fire here. There's a lot of snow on the ground, and this isn't the time to start a fire," someone objected. "If we insist on starting a big fire, it'll be impossible to control."

"And if that happens, who knows if that monster will fight to the death for revenge?"

"Then... shall we take the body away?"

"No, there are too many. And who knows if there are any tricks on these corpses. What if there is poison or disease on them? Wouldn't that be courting death?"

Everyone has their own concerns.

"Why don't we go back and inform the Swiss to come here, then our mission will be completed." Robin calmed down and made a decision.

Actually, although they were in front, the distance between them and the Swiss mercenaries was only about half an hour to an hour at most.

Just send someone to notify them.

Moreover, at this moment, his mind was completely focused on the thing he had just obtained unexpectedly, and he didn't want to cause any trouble at all.

It goes without saying that anything hidden in such a secret place must be something very important.

"Alright everyone, it looks like we're halfway there, but I'm afraid we won't be able to completely wipe out that remnant of the past today. Why don't we return first..."

Suddenly a scream came from behind.

Everyone turned around in horror and saw the evil tree man grabbing someone behind him.

The evil tree man's arm pierced through the man's chest and lifted his body into the air.

The man was still struggling, but everyone knew that he was dead.

Blood splattered all over the ground.

"Brother!" Another person on the side shouted angrily, then lit the fuse of the grenade in his hand with the torch of a companion next to him, and then threw it at the other party.

Unfortunately, the fuse burned slowly and he threw it away too early.

The grenade hit the evil tree man, fell to the ground, and rolled a few times on the ground. The fuse was not even half burned.

This thing requires people who have undergone long-term training to accurately grasp the timing of the explosion. A novice cannot master the correct use of it at all.

The evil tree man waved his hand and threw the victim in his hand away, then strode forward.

The person who threw the grenade was caught off guard and was slapped by the evil tree man.

The entire head and half of the spine were blown away.

The man's body was stiff in place. It took a long time before he lost his balance and slowly slid down.

"This... this thing is useless?" Someone's voice suddenly trembled.

"No, it's not useless, it's just that it's not used properly!" someone else said.

"No, it's moving too fast, I can't hit it."

If it hits the target but doesn't explode, it's meaningless.

"Everyone, take action together!!!" Robin suddenly reacted at this time, roared, picked up a grenade and lit the fuse.

Chapter 272 Destruction 2

Everyone threw grenades.

Although novices know that they must wait until the fuse is burned to a certain degree before throwing it out, with a strong enemy ahead, few people have the mental fortitude to wait until the right time.

The evil tree man paid no attention and stepped forward, letting the grenades, whose fuses were not even half burned, fall on him and then roll away harmlessly.

The power of its attack is so great that it is impossible for human flesh and blood to withstand it.

And the hardness of its body is not inferior to that of hard wood.

If you were hit by it, you would be seriously injured if not killed. If you were hit head-on, you would definitely die.

In just a few seconds, five or six people were killed.

Finally, Robin threw the grenade in his hand.

He was no novice, and his timing was excellent. The grenade flew through the air, and when it hit the evil tree man, the fuse was lit and exploded.

Not only him, but also several of his core subordinates, each threw grenades at the evil tree man quite accurately.

Boom boom boom!

Continuous explosions sounded.

Some of them were grenades thrown out in the air and now fell to the ground. Naturally, these could not hurt the evil tree people at all.

However, a few who had practiced were able to throw grenades at the evil tree people.

The grenade exploded on the evil tree man, the black powder exploded, turned into a white smoke, and blasted the cast iron ball into pieces.

The power of the explosion's blast and fragments should not be underestimated.

But the evil tree man didn't care. The shock wave of a grenade explosion was just a slight shake of its body. As for the fragments of the cast iron ball, they were directly embedded in its thick skin, and there was no apparent killing effect.

"How...how could it be...ineffective?" Robin's face changed drastically.

In fact, it cannot be said to be ineffective, it can only be said to be too little.

If dozens of grenades exploded accurately, the impact of the explosion was estimated to be enough to break through the evil tree people's defenses.

The evil tree man continued to attack, stepping on one to death, and then stabbing his arm straight through, piercing another one.

Then throw it hard into the distance.

This monster is not afraid of the secret weapons they carry!

Then why did he withdraw before!? Why did he withdraw!?

The monster killed very quickly. In less than a minute, half of the team of thirty or forty people were dead.

Although Robin and several other elite warriors were temporarily frightened, they quickly calmed down and began to try using other weapons.

First up is the axe.

Two men raised huge axes and began to attack the evil tree people.

But the Evil Treeman had too much defense and a thick health bar. Trying to chop it apart was like chopping down a towering tree; it wasn't something that could be brought down in just a few strikes.

But its attacks are fatal to humans. A slap, a hand, or a foot can take a life.

Even if the blow doesn't land solidly, this immense force is still enough to send the person flying, knocking him unconscious and unable to recover for a long time.

Then the evil tree people will catch up and kill you.

Although the two giant axemen were also masters, they could not withstand the evil tree man's immense power after just a few strikes and were knocked back. They were then trampled to death before they could even get up.

"Everyone, tie its legs with a rope!" someone shouted angrily.

The man who took the initiative to step forward was an elite warrior with extraordinary mobility. He attracted the attention of the evil tree people.

He dodged several attacks from the evil tree man at critical moments, thus winning precious time.

Someone took out a thick rope from the large package he was carrying and ran wildly around the evil tree man.

"Let's restrict his movements, Lord Robin, and attack his eyes with all our might!"

After a few circles, the evil tree man's legs were partially bound, but his center of gravity was unstable and he suddenly sat on the ground.

But because of this, its attention shifted to these enemies.

"Kill!" someone yelled. Then he was slapped to death by the evil tree man.

But what they got after sacrificing everything was not support.

Robin held a long sword, his eyes full of hesitation, fear, anger, and all kinds of emotions intertwined.

He knew that his attack might succeed, but he also knew that if it failed, he would die.

And even if you succeed, you may not survive.

After all, a grasshopper would still hop around a bit if stepped on. Even if the evil tree man was fatally wounded, he would most likely have enough energy left to kill him.

In the end, the desire to survive prevailed.

He turned around and ran without even looking at the others.

If he hadn't thought that everything was well prepared and there wouldn't be much danger, he wouldn't have come this time.

Even if you come here, you won’t go deep into it.

Now they are in danger and have almost died so many times in a row.

I have paid enough.

He was different from those bounty hunters driven by poverty and desperation. He was a child of nobility, having painstakingly trained for decades, purchased the potion, and ascended to elite status. Getting to this point was no easy task.

No matter what, he must not die!