A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

So, even though the original plan—which was to instigate the Chamber of Commerce to launch a rebellion and thus cause some trouble for the Knights—completely failed, Lucas himself did not feel sad.

That was Venice's failure, not Lucas's.

"That's what my lord said."

"Don't be careless. This time we're going to completely take over the Rhodes Island Chamber of Commerce." Lucas smiled. "Fifteen or sixteen days should be enough!"

"But what should we do next?" the subordinate asked attentively.

"Next, aren't there the Crescent Moon Cultists?" Lucas asked. "And that Wolf God! And of course, the Byzantine Empire!"

As long as the mind does not slip, there are more solutions than difficulties.

Just like a lever, as long as there is a fulcrum, Lucas can change the situation.

It is always easier to destroy than to build. It is always easier to find fault with others than to help them succeed.

"Let's retreat first. Let's go back to the base... Oh, and by the way, we need to arrange for manpower to extract our people who have infiltrated the Chamber of Commerce."

However, his spies are lurking in the Rhodes Island Chamber of Commerce.

Although these spies were arrested along with the ordinary members of the Chamber of Commerce, the identities they impersonated were all those of middle and lower-level personnel. The Knights would not kill such people.

Just be patient, spend some money, and fish them out.

Several subordinates hurriedly nodded their heads in agreement.

"Another thing is, how did Thomas come back alone? Where was his fleet? Could it have been completely destroyed in the battle?" Lucas asked.

If that's the case, then it's easy.

Or you can do nothing and just wait for the situation to develop.

"We need to send someone to investigate this matter immediately to provide a basis for our next move."

The current situation is not urgent. While patiently digesting the Rhodes Island Chamber of Commerce, I will also first gather information from all sides.

Especially the whereabouts of the Star-Moon Cultists. When will the Wolf God come?

This is an important starting point for the future.

A dozen days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Venetians' temporary base.

Two ships, one large and one small, were quietly docked at the pier.

The entire temporary base was really just "temporary" and was not well constructed.

The few houses here are just for people to stay and can barely provide shelter from the wind and rain.

So when the weather is suitable, people prefer to live on the boat.

At this moment, lights shine through the portholes of the ship, swaying with the waves from time to time.

Lucas walked to the cabin window and pushed it open, letting in the slightly damp and salty air from outside.

Inside the cabin, there was a large candlestick with dozens of candles lighting up the entire room.

The desk in the middle of the room was piled high with various documents.

It's all information from all over the place.

Looking out the window at the inky night and listening to the sound of the sea water hitting the hull, Lucas stretched.

Then he returned to his desk and carefully read and organized the information he had obtained.

News from Africa is spreading in waves.

The two knights joined forces and marched all the way along the African coast to Ceuta. They captured the city, not only plundering it but also handing over—or more accurately, selling—the trading city to the Portuguese.

You know, this is not an ordinary expedition.

After all, Rhodes is in the eastern Mediterranean and Ceuta is in the western Mediterranean, tens of thousands of miles apart.

What’s even more terrifying is that almost all of this area is the territory of the Star-Moon Cult.

Even with the advantages of sea transportation, this is still a very dangerous expedition.

Not to mention the city of Ceuta, which is also a well-known strong fortress.

But the Knights actually won...

I can only say that the artifact bestowed by the Pope is really powerful!

However, there are also reports that the Knights also paid a heavy price.

A giant golem was destroyed outside Ceuta - first damaged by artillery fire, then doused in oil and set on fire, completely destroying it.

Other golems also suffered some damage in the battle.

This is because the city of Ceuta is indeed strong and has a large number of war weapons.

Although the golem is not afraid of ordinary swords, spears, halberds, arrows and bullets, it is still no match for large weapons.

Thinking of this, Lucas couldn't help but stand up and walk to the window again.

Pity!

Although golems are rare, they are not permanent.

This world lacks the technology or magic to create golems. Golems are actually special magical items that can only be obtained through the remnants of the Old Ones.

A whole fleet of giant golems could be considered divine, but their value dropped dramatically with each damaged one.

This time, the Pope must be heartbroken to the core.

Things like golems should only be used as a deterrent and should not be casually deployed on the battlefield. Otherwise, this would be the result.

It is impossible for the Holy See to have a second team of giant golems.

While sighing, he opened another letter from afar.

This letter was unusual. It came from the distant land of Rus, specifically, from Kiev.

The reason why I communicated with such a distant place was that when I mentioned it to a Ross businessman some time ago, the name "Thomas" suddenly came up.

There are many other things associated with this name.

A Bohemian, a Christian knight, young and brave...

So Lucas took it to heart and sent someone to contact them.

Now pick up the letter and look at it carefully, and you will see the contents above.

"Good, good... I guess I've finally figured out our Grand Master's life story from Bohemia to Rome!" He read it over again. "It seems I've got a hold of his braid..."

In the midst of joy, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye.

A ball of fire?

But the fire flashed by and when I looked again, it was gone.

"What is that?" Lucas frowned and looked in that direction.

Another flash of fire passed by, but not in the same spot as before, but slightly to the side.

What is this firelight? It looks familiar!

He frowned and stuck his head out of the window, trying to see clearly.

Boom!!! There was a loud noise.

In an instant, the entire ship shook violently.

The floor shook, and objects on high places fell and shattered. The candlesticks on the table tilted and rolled to the ground.

I was also unsteady on my feet and almost fell.

Not only that, there was a scream coming from the corridor outside, followed by a series of sounds of people falling.

At this moment, he finally figured out what the fire was.

That's the cannon fire!

Chapter 180: Eradication 3

Accompanied by the sound of shells tearing through the hull, the side of the hull exploded like ripples.

The artillery fire in the distance did not stop, and clusters of flames flashed again.

Bang bang bang! !

The shells hit the hull, the gunpowder exploded at the impact point, the wooden boards burst, and caused secondary explosion damage.

It's a blooming bomb!

The exploding wood splinters and wood chips, like bullets, penetrated the surrounding unsuspecting sailors and caused serious damage.

Of course, some shells missed and fell into the surrounding sea water, stirring up large waves and flooding the deck.

But they didn't know how many cannons there were, they just felt bullets raining down, and the two ships were under continuous bombardment again and again.

On a ship in the distance.

Thomas stood with his hands behind his back, flanked by some of his knights.

Everyone stood on the deck, with cannons beside them.

Dozens of cannons were placed on the side of the ship, and they were being ignited and bombarded in an orderly manner.

Instead of shotgun or grapeshot, we use shrapnel!

The Knights only had ten warships here, and now Thomas had brought all of them here, firing indiscriminately at the two unidentified ships.

If it were someone else, you might ask why.

But now that Thomas's power as Grand Commander was growing, few questioned his decisions. Since the Grand Commander had given the order, what else was there to say? Just go for it!

"Everyone, pay attention. The enemy is very dangerous. Try to shoot from a distance!" Thomas looked at the bombed ship from a distance with a calm expression.

This group of Venetian spies is quite powerful and contains many elite members.

If they were to fight in equal numbers, even the official members of the Knights Templar would not dare to guarantee victory.

However, in the face of artillery fire, it doesn't matter whether you are a novice or an elite.

Not to mention the elite troops, even if the national defenders come, they will die if they cannot dodge in time.

All are equal under the bombardment.

Of the two ships, the small to medium-sized sailboat had already begun to be blown in half and was slowly sinking.

A fire also broke out on another armed merchant ship.

The surviving sailors on the ship have begun to jump overboard to escape.

"Grandmaster, what's going on with these two ships?" Andrea asked beside him. "What have they done to deserve your attention?"

"Just some clowns," Thomas sneered. "They're doing this in secret, maybe thinking they have it all under control. But this is my territory!"

As they spoke, a gunpowder barrel on the armed merchant ship exploded. With a resounding bang, a massive gash appeared in the belly of the ship, which had been holding its own until then. Seawater poured in, and the ship immediately tilted noticeably.

"Andrea, lead the musketeers ashore and wipe them out thoroughly, leaving no one behind! I don't want any prisoners!" Thomas said coldly.

The island is not very big.

It only takes a day or two to search the whole place thoroughly.

"Yes, Commander!" Andrea turned around and went to gather the soldiers.

At the island's dock, smaller sailboats had sunk, and armed merchant ships were half-floating, their flames illuminating a large area along the shore.

The cannons were still firing, but they were no longer primarily shelling the ships, but the people fleeing ashore.

The accuracy of artillery these days is not very high, but it still hits the target.

In fact, what was more important than the hits was that under the threat of artillery fire, the Venetians became a mess and could not be organized.

From the distant island, an angry roar seemed to be heard.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! !

Lucas let out a roar.

One moment, he had everything under control, and the next, everything was gone.