A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

On a battlefield with thousands of soldiers and horses, no one cares about just two or three people.

At this moment, under the attack of the Crescent Moon Cultists in the city, the Bulgarians and Russians who were left behind were gradually losing their strength.

They had already suffered heavy losses in the previous battle.

Thomas could only say that although the Crescent Moon Cultists did not have many troops this time, they had a lot of elite warriors.

In narrow street fighting, deploying a large number of elite soldiers to take charge of the assault... there is really no solution.

Of course, you could also say this is fair, because elite warriors are not immune to death.

Not to mention the elite, even the defenders of the country can get injured and die.

Although the Byzantines suffered thousands of casualties, it is estimated that at least dozens of elite soldiers were killed.

In this kind of exchange, it is hard to say who gets the upper hand and who gets the lower hand.

But these are all things that happen during a seesaw battle. Once the tide of defeat is formed, the casualties will be another matter. "A crushing defeat" is not just a casual remark.

What Thomas has to do now is to take his team away as much as possible.

Although they are mercenaries, the Knights have paid a high commission, which means that this is the Knights' army.

The only problem is how to take it away.

Thomas went towards the army, and Joseph followed him.

So does the old man in the blue robe.

"Hey, why are you following us? The prince is over there!" Joseph said to the old man.

"Grandmaster, please allow me to follow you," the blue-robed elder said politely. "I am the prince's magical advisor. While I need your protection now, I believe I will be of use to you in the future."

"Did you see that?" Thomas asked. The old man had a sharp eye.

Thomas could see it because he had already judged the overall situation, but he didn't know how the old man saw it.

"Yes," the old man said. "I'm afraid the prince... won't survive today."

"Can you contact the seventh layer of the magic network?"

"More than that." The old man nodded and answered modestly.

"Okay, you can come with me," Thomas said. "But I can't guarantee I can protect you."

"Thank you." The old man in blue robe replied.

"Grandmaster, why don't you ask his name?"

"Magicians don't need names," Thomas replied. "Let's go!"

The three of them made a detour and met up with Andrea and the others.

The 800 Italian mercenaries could be said to be the only army on the entire battlefield that had not yet been deployed in combat.

However, the role that only 800 people can play is limited.

Even though they hadn't yet been deployed in battle, even a fool could see that morale was already very low. Many soldiers had panic in their eyes.

Once the army is completely defeated, it will be impossible for such a small army like theirs to escape.

At that time, tens of thousands of people will besiege a few hundred people. Not to mention ordinary mercenaries, even if all the elite soldiers are there, they will not be able to withstand it.

And there is no way to retreat at all.

This is the territory of the Star-Moon Cultists, who came here by ship. If they lose the naval battle, they won't know where to escape.

Everyone was in a state of confusion and didn't know what to do.

Thomas walked to the front of the mercenary formation.

"Listen everyone, I am Thomas, the Grand Master of the Knights Templar and your employer!" Thomas shouted loudly and looked at his army.

"The battle situation is not favorable now, but I can bring you back safely!"

"Sir, can we return safely now?" a young soldier asked. "How do we return?"

His superiors did not stop him from asking questions.

Obviously, empty talk and empty promises are not enough, at least Thomas's eloquence and prestige are not to that extent.

"It's simple. We can't do that here. The Byzantines themselves can't even take all their people away." Thomas pointed to the city ahead. "Our target is here!"

"We've seen it before. There are dozens, or even more, of ships docked in the city's harbor, enough to carry all of us!"

"Don't worry, with Christ's protection, nothing is impossible!" said Thomas.

At this moment, Knight Andrea had found a more formal flagpole and hung up the bloody cross flag.

"Now, everyone follow me in praying to Christ."

The armies of this era did have the custom of praying before a battle. Mercenaries, who lived on the brink of death, naturally knew this.

Although Thomas was not wearing a monk's robe at the moment, everyone knew that he was an armed monk (knight) of the church, so he took out a cross and pretended to pray for everyone.

Although the mercenaries were puzzled, they had seen this scene many times and did as they were told.

Thomas turned his back to the crowd, seemingly holding a cross and praying to the sky, but in fact he was already casting a spell.

With the spiritual field, he doesn't need to cast spells at close range to cast magic on the entire army.

Mage armor, false life, magic weapons, brute force, agility, toughness, bravery, acceleration... and so on, magic groups are bestowed upon the mercenaries.

The mercenaries felt the arrival of a mysterious power, and each one was astonished. After praying before the battle so many times, this was the first time they had felt the power of God.

The blue-robed wizard at the back of the mercenary team also narrowed his eyes and stared at this astonishing scene.

There was a glint of magic in the depths of his eyes.

Unlike before, this time Thomas added an extra "magic weapon" to bless the entire army.

Everyone's weapons emitted a faint glow, but it was not noticeable in broad daylight and could only be noticed by close observation.

After a short while, when the prayer was finished, Thomas turned around and ordered the entire army to move.

At this time, the Byzantine army had been defeated in the rearguard, and the remaining soldiers fled to the seaside, hoping to join the queue to board the ship. However, the Russians and Bulgarians gathered together and put up a desperate and determined resistance.

They had been able to hold out until now mainly because most of the enemy's attention was not on them. Now those besieging them were mainly armed civilians in the city.

That being said, despite their high morale and overwhelming numerical superiority, these mercenary vassal armies still had no chance. Unless something unexpected happened, they would be completely wiped out sooner or later.

At this critical juncture, the mercenaries rushed into the battle formation from behind.

Chapter 111 Escape 2

In the Byzantine fleet in the distance, the prince had completed the preliminary bandaging of the wound.

The injury was serious... but not fatal.

He looked at the situation at sea with a gloomy look. The situation at sea was not good.

There are actually... so many enemies lying in ambush!

This is a trap. The Star-Moon Cultists must have gathered pirate forces from surrounding countries.

But I don’t know how they did it! Even the Empire overlooked this!

The Crescent Moon Cult army that launched a surprise attack from the sea numbered over 10,000, almost the same number as the Byzantine Navy.

They accurately entered the battlefield at a completely unexpected time and had destroyed nearly half of the Byzantine fleet.

"What's the situation?" the prince asked the officer beside him.

"Your Highness, there are still many people..."

"Let's go first!" the prince ordered without hesitation.

Whether it was the Knights isolated on the edge of the battlefield or the besieged Bulgarians and Russians, they probably could not go back.

Of course, many Byzantine troops were the same.

But the prince didn't care about this. He knew that if he didn't leave early, he would die here.

This time the losses were heavy, but the Byzantine Empire was large and powerful and could afford the losses.

It's not a life-or-death crisis.

If he returned, he would surely be scolded by the emperor, or even punished with "confinement and reflection." But if he wanted to stay and gather more troops to retreat, it would be difficult for him to escape.

It was obvious that this was a trap set for him.

It was not directed at the Byzantine Empire (it could only be said to be a incidental effect), but at him personally.

Most of the fleet set sail directly without any intention of counterattack. Instead, they took advantage of the gap when the front brigade was still fighting with the enemy and left directly through the gap in the enemy's encirclement.

At the highest point of a cliff overlooking the sea in the distance, a brass telescope was slowly turning, taking in everything.

The entire battlefield was divided into two parts: naval battle and land battle. In the naval battle, the Star-Moon Cultists had already gained the upper hand.

Firstly, the attack was unexpected, and secondly, the Protectorate held the line. The Byzantines were completely unprepared and it was difficult for them not to lose.

This was also a battle that was carefully planned by the Sword of Stars and Moon.

The difficulty of coordinating multiple Star-Moon Cult countries and connecting pirates (and some regular navies) to form this coalition is extremely extraordinary.

After this battle, the Byzantines were no longer a threat. Within a few years, or even within a decade, the Byzantines would not be able to threaten any of the Crescent-Star states.

Of course, it is even more impossible to rush to Rhodes Island's aid.

"Sir!" a young attendant exclaimed. "It seems the Byzantines are trying to escape?"

"Ha, they can't run away." Ferdinand laughed.

Without a telescope, they couldn't see the details of the ship. So it took the entourage a while to realize that the Byzantine fleet was not making a flanking attack, but was fleeing. But Ferdinand had already seen it.

He turned his gaze to the land battlefield over there.

"Watch from here." He passed the telescope to his attendant. "Watch the whole process, and then tell me when it's over."

"Sir, where are you going?" the attendant was shocked.

"Me? Of course I'll do my business." Ferdinand smiled.

He walked to the edge of the cliff and suddenly jumped down.

No, he wasn't committing suicide. If anyone had observed him jumping off the cliff, they would have easily noticed that his falling speed was abnormal. It was much slower than the normal acceleration of gravity. He looked more like a piece of Styrofoam than a person.

Just below the sea edge was a small sailboat.

Ferdinand landed gently on the sailboat, causing the boat to rock slightly.

"Let's go!" he shouted to the crew.

The boat set sail quickly and sped across the water.

Standing at the bow, Ferdinand reached into his arms and took out a small object.

It was a small and delicate golden balance scale, and the almost translucent gold made it look like an unreal illusion.

The scale was balanced at first, but when Ferdinand focused all his attention on it, the scale tilted to the left, and it tilted sharply.

Ferdinand smiled.

A strong wind blew, carrying the boat like a bird, spreading its wings and flying over the water.

On the other side, the followers who stayed on the cliff were observing the battlefield according to their master's instructions.

The prince's escape brought about huge visible consequences. Not to mention that he took away more than a dozen warships, which accounted for a considerable part of the total force, what was worse was that the remaining Byzantines had almost no morale.

The ships no longer thought about transporting the soldiers who had not yet boarded the ship, but only thought about escaping quickly themselves.

But the light ships of the Crescent Moon Cult have the speed advantage at this time.

The more you want to run, the harder it is to run, and the more likely you will be attacked first.

Wolves always prioritize attacking weak and cowardly targets rather than strong and healthy prey.

In other words, the remaining Byzantines no longer have much chance of escape.

Moreover, the pursuers had already partially reached the seashore, where they engaged the Byzantines on the beach. The Byzantines' resistance was still fierce, and they were fighting not for victory but for their lives.

The Star-Moon Cultists have won this battle.

The young follower turned his attention to the battlefield on land.

The battlefield here is no longer that important, because the battles on the beach and at sea decide everything.