A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The girl looked at Thomas timidly, clutching the corner of her mother's clothes, while Thomas looked at the girl's injuries.

Even though she had never learned first aid in her previous life, even a fool could see that her injuries had worsened significantly. Or rather, even though she could still move and walk, she would die in a few days.

"Do you believe in Christ?" Thomas asked, squatting down, while Andrea came over to translate for Thomas.

"I...believe it." The little girl replied.

"God is kind to all who suffer and will pour balm into your wounds," Thomas said solemnly. He then injected a ball of divine power into the spiritual field.

Thomas had previously infused divine power into other people, but this only happened when he was in direct contact with them. In other words, divine power could only be infused into one's own body, and if he wanted to infuse it into someone else's, he had to use himself as a medium.

But ever since he possessed the spiritual field, he seemed to have the ability to transmit divine power through the air.

The spiritual field is derived from the mental field, and the biggest change is that it can transmit power.

The wound on the little girl's body crackled softly. The wound, once festering, expanded as if inflated. Then, the black and red substance peeled away from the wound like paint. Upon closer inspection, the wound was now covered in fresh, tender flesh.

This is……

Everyone present widened their eyes, and Andrea, who was beside Thomas, couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

What is this...? Magic?

Magic could indeed do this, but Thomas didn't chant any spells.

He wanted to ask eagerly, but he knew that there were too many people around and it was not appropriate to ask such questions, so he could only keep his mouth shut.

It really works!

Thomas stood up and looked around at the others.

Many people had wounds on their bodies, and more than one person's wounds had festered.

Thomas focused his attention on the spiritual field and then called upon divine power.

It was not like before, where all the divine power was injected into one person's body, but the divine power was split into five or six parts.

You cannot do this to yourself, but you can perform this subtle operation through the spiritual field.

In this way, only three or four balls of divine power will be consumed.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, and one man looked at the festering wound on his chest and wiped it with his hand.

The original wound was like a piece of accidentally stained dirt, easily wiped away. Beneath the wound was new tender flesh.

Although delicate, the wound itself has healed.

This unquestionable miracle made these people kneel down one after another. This time, they not only expressed their gratitude profusely, but also kowtowed to Thomas many times.

Thomas folded the flag again and put it away.

The three of them did not stop, but got up and continued on their way to catch up with the convoy in front.

Soon, the group of people completely disappeared at the end of the road.

"Your Excellency, Grand Commander, what happened just now?" Andrea finally had time to ask.

His face was filled with inexplicable surprise.

"This is the revelation of Christ and the banner the Lord has given me," Thomas said seriously.

The Pope had his own reasons for not revealing his identity as a half-step protector of the nation. Thomas felt he had guessed it almost perfectly.

In this case, Thomas also tacitly concealed his ability to protect the country.

That teacher shouldn't let me down.

Anyway, unless they actually fight, normal people have no way of judging the difference between the national defenders and the elite.

It is difficult to become strong, but it is easy to pretend to be weak.

For example, right now, Thomas can definitely push onto this magic flag.

Of course, Thomas had just been promoted to Protector of the Nation and needed some opportunities to test his strength.

To be honest, the ability of the spiritual field...how to say it, Thomas doesn't know whether it is strong or weak in the defense of the country, but he estimates that it is not as good as the Silver Judgment of the Blasphemy Knight.

At least in terms of frontal attack capability, it is definitely inferior.

However, its use should be more extensive.

"The flag of Christ?" Andrea's expression was no longer just surprise.

He originally thought that the Knights Templar had become a victim of Roman political struggles, but now it seems that this is not the case.

I'm afraid it's more that the Pope has been planning this and has a deep meaning in mind.

Did the Pope communicate with heaven and ask Christ for this banner?

But it is more likely that he just found a precious treasure from the holy treasury.

"Yes," Thomas said. "I hope to fly this flag high on the battlefield in the future."

"It will be a glory to the Order," said Andrea.

At dusk, the caravan camped on a flat stream.

Now the Byzantines no longer chose their campsites randomly, but would choose a terrain that was easy to defend.

When it got dark, the team set up camp and began to prepare a fire to cook.

Thomas and his companions were also preparing to eat by the campfire.

Out of their sight, a young maid in her twenties was walking up to the carriage.

The prince was the only one in the carriage.

The surroundings are very safe at the moment, and even the nearest guards are not paying attention to this side.

The maid took this opportunity to tear open a scroll in her hand.

Third-level spell: Dominate humans!

A few seconds later, the prince walked out of the carriage and walked towards Thomas with a slightly stiff step.

Holding a long sword in his hand.

The maid followed him closely.

The people around were a little surprised to see the prince holding a sword in his hand, but that was just surprise, and no one stopped him.

Section 65 Interrogation 1

Thomas looked up in confusion at the prince who was coming over.

He was eating a bowl of bacon soup.

Although most of the food was divided up during the day, there was still enough for three people to have one or two meals.

"Your Highness, what can I do for you?"

The prince raised his sword.

The movement was stiff, but the sword came straight at Thomas.

Thomas stepped back, his sword drawn immediately, but something was not right, and he did not strike back immediately.

Moreover, this is not the strength that a Half-Step Protector of the Country should have.

Thomas's two guards were also confused, but they didn't know what was going on. The attack speed was a little too slow.

The next sword came again, and this time Thomas raised his sword to block it.

In an instant, under the stimulation of the electric current, the prince's whole body stiffened and the muscles on his face twitched constantly.

"The Knights are going to assassinate the prince!" The maid beside him shouted, and she had taken out a pistol in her hand without knowing when.

The gun was pointed at Thomas.

Thomas tried to dodge, but the maid flicked her arm slightly, and dozens of arms appeared, each holding a pistol, pointed at Thomas. With so many guns, there was no way to dodge.

However, just as she was about to pull the trigger, Joseph beside her suddenly shouted.

It was like a thunderclap out of nowhere, shocking everyone around even those a little distance away.

The maid who was at close range took all the damage from the close-range sound waves, feeling dizzy and freezing there.

Although this time was short, it was enough for Joseph to pick up anything nearby and throw it at him.

The arm was split into multiple pieces by the illusion and could not be hit, but the body except the arm was still there.

The blow hit the maid's shoulder.

A gunshot!

The impact on the shoulder interfered with aiming, and the bullet simply cut through the air harmlessly.

Andrea had also come to her senses and rushed forward.

The two men worked together to take the gun away, and then Andrea grabbed her neck and lifted her up.

Thomas immediately understood that this was another assassination attempt.

And she even coerced the prince into assassinating her. Did she control the prince in some way?

"Sir, what should we do?"

An assassination under such circumstances... this is a suicide mission.

Whether she succeeds or fails, this woman is doomed to die.

She acted without hesitation even though she knew she was doomed. That means you can forget about getting any clues from her.

She wasn't afraid of death, so there weren't many things in the world that could threaten her. Thomas didn't have time to try it out carefully.

Thinking of this, Thomas' eyes turned cold and he looked at the woman who was still struggling.

"killed."

On the other side, Joseph casually drew his sword, prepared to strike, and stabbed out.

"stop!"

Along with the sound, a sword shadow flashed and blocked Joseph's sword.

Moreover, he precisely grasped the timing of exerting force, breaking the sword directly and causing Joseph to take two steps back.

Andrea also let go.

But the pinch was too tight, so when the woman fell to the ground, she was coughing and gasping, unable to move for a while.

"Your Highness," Andrea said.

It was none other than the prince.

He has recovered from the magical control.

"Your Highness," Thomas said, looking at the prince. "I believe this was an assassination attempt. I'm sure you understand."

There was an indescribable anger in the prince's eyes, and he looked at the maid coldly.

"We can't kill him. We have to figure out what's going on."

Thomas stared at the other person, but saw only coldness in those eyes.

Was it planned by the Byzantines? Honestly, it doesn't seem like it. Or rather, if it was planned by the Byzantines, they wouldn't have needed to do this.

Just lead them directly into an ambush. Moreover, this is contrary to the interests of the Byzantine Empire.

From the perspective of interests, Byzantium and the Knights were on the same side, so this must be a traitor.

"Do you mean we need to interrogate her? This woman assassinated me. If we need to question her, the Knights should be the ones to do it, right?"

"This man is hiding in my entourage, and I should personally interrogate him. What? Do you have any objections?" the prince said arrogantly.

The two looked at each other in silence for several seconds.

Thomas suddenly let out a chuckle.

"Since Your Highness insists on this, I shall obey."

"That's good to know!" replied the prince.

He grabbed the maid's shoulders and dragged her out of the camp.

A few minutes later, in an uninhabited place a little way away from the camp, the prince threw the maid to the ground.