A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

They are completely not on the same level as the team of musketeers that were slaughtered just now!

The Wolf God suddenly turned around and jumped up using the force of the halberd.

His arms stirred in the air at an unimaginable speed, and the air seemed to have turned into a sticky entity, with undercurrents emerging under the stirring of the Wolf God's arms.

The strong wind caused stinging on the faces of several soldiers, especially their eyes, and they were unable to pursue.

And he actually used this power to rise a distance and fly into the sky.

No, not flying, but like swimming in the sea!

Under the high-speed movement, the Wolf God seemed to break free from the constraints of gravity and roam in the invisible sea of ​​​​space.

Bricks fly with great force!

With this move, the Wolf God retreated a short distance. Aside from a few bloody holes in his right hand, which was shielding his face and head, pierced by the halberd's tip, he sustained no other injuries.

The blood holes quickly closed up, and in a moment, the wounds became so small that they were difficult to distinguish.

A faint glow was visible to the naked eye on the halberd, proving it was blessed by a "magic weapon."

This magic is very effective against many enemies that ordinary physical attacks cannot work on, especially the remnants of the old times.

But, obviously the Wolf God is not that kind of enemy.

"Musketeer!" Andrea gave the order immediately after his sword missed.

The roar of muskets.

These were heavy muskets, and there was also a glimmer on the barrels.

More than ten bullets hit the Wolf God and pierced his body.

Unlike the ordinary muskets before, it was not blocked by the muscle layer and eventually squeezed out. Instead, it penetrated the body, leaving a large bloody hole.

The Wolf God groaned and staggered a few steps. It was obvious that even he could not withstand the bullets from the heavy musket without any reaction.

The halberd wielder continued to move forward, slashing and stabbing from all directions.

Their speed was obviously inferior to that of the Wolf God, but the gap was not as big as that of the previous musketeers.

After all, everyone has the "acceleration spell".

Under the sharp blade of the halberd, the Wolf God retreated step by step, with wounds and blood holes constantly appearing on his body.

The effect of position suppression can be seen at this time.

Even though he was outnumbered, the Wolf God was always able to minimize his own injuries and at the same time he could exchange injuries for injuries.

From time to time, a counterattack would be launched, hitting a soldier and knocking him away.

However, these halberdiers were not the same musketeers as before. They possessed a host of defensive spells, particularly the fourth-level spell: Stoneskin. This spell imbued the skin with a layer of protective energy, absorbing significant damage and mitigating nearly all physical attacks. Therefore, even if someone was struck by the claws, they would only feel pain, not injury. The injury would be minor, a bruise that wouldn't prevent them from getting up and continuing the fight.

The battle quickly turned against the Wolf God.

Every ten seconds or so, a volley of musket fire would rip through the air. His enormous size became a liability, as the shooter didn't need to worry about accidentally injuring his comrades and could freely fire at such a conspicuous target.

At the same time, close combat was also completely at a disadvantage. Although the Wolf God's attacks were extremely powerful, capable of easily tearing through armor and destroying the human body, that was only for ordinary people. Faced with the blessing of a large number of defensive spells, his attacks were not so terrifying.

Of course, on the other hand, the Wolf God’s recovery ability is also too amazing.

Penetrating wounds from heavy musketry, even those that penetrated vital areas like the chest and abdomen, could be quickly healed and stopped bleeding. As for stab wounds and scratches from swords, spears, and halberds, they were not worth mentioning.

If you don't get hit a second time in the same spot for just one or two minutes, not only will your skin be damaged, but even your black hair will grow back.

Whenever the crowds from all around surged forward and formed an encirclement, the Wolf God would use the same powerful flying move he had used before to fly a short distance away, avoiding the siege and always facing the enemy head-on.

The situation is very good, but...

Thomas, who was watching the battle from afar, felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Is that all? This level... doesn't seem to be enough to make him invincible!

Chapter 200 Monster 3

The battle had been going on for six or seven minutes.

The Wolf God used another claw to knock away an enemy that was besieging him. His extraordinary strength sent him flying and he crashed into his companions behind him.

As a price, he was hit hard on the arm, the sharp blade tore through the fur and flesh, leaving a long wound.

Thomas, who was staring at the Wolf God through a telescope from a distance, suddenly realized something was wrong.

Unknowingly, the damage the Knights caused to the Wolf God became less and less.

The blow just now, though long, hadn't left a deep wound. It had only injured the flesh, not the bones, and was completely ineffective against the Wolf God.

How is this going?

The Wolf God's defensive ability becomes higher and higher as he gets injured more times?

No, it's more than that.

The soldier who had just been sent flying overwhelmed a small group of his companions.

Everyone was unable to struggle for a moment - although they were obviously not seriously injured, their condition was still somewhat different.

I've been knocked away before, but I rarely bump into my companions.

The few who get bumped into each other can quickly get up and fight again.

Has the Wolf God's attack power become stronger?

Thomas immediately switched to his magical vision and, upon looking again, saw that the colorful magical auras on the Knights' bodies had dimmed considerably. Upon closer inspection, the magical auras were being washed away by the Wolf God's black halo, like waves washing over rocks. Under the impact of the black halo, the more fragile magical auras appeared to be fragmented and shattered.

Every once in a while, the colorful light would disappear and dim a little.

In an instant, Thomas understood.

No wonder... no wonder...

At that time, the Zoroastrian spellcasters, even with the support of fire, were still easily slaughtered by the Wolf God in numbers of more than 100,000.

The current Knights' soldiers are able to besiege the Wolf God and seem to have an advantage. The main reason is the magic blessing they have.

With this blessing, their speed, while inferior to the Wolf God, was barely able to keep up. Their strength, though weaker, was still able to penetrate defenses. Their agility, though inferior, was still able to evade some damage. Their regeneration and defense abilities were not as exaggerated, but they were not easily broken by a single blow, much less instantly killed.

He definitely can't beat the Wolf God in a one-on-one fight, and he can probably only hold out for three or five moves.

When there are more people, they can suppress the Wolf God.

But if they don't have the magic that blesses them, then they can defeat the Wolf God in one move.

It can't even be considered a one-hit kill, but it can kill several people in one hit.

Ordinary spells have a duration, and the magic that Thomas now casts on the soldiers can basically last for several hours.

It now seemed that these magics were on the verge of collapse under the onslaught of the black light and would vanish in a few minutes.

In addition, this wolf god's regenerative ability...

The battle just now lasted for quite some time, relying on good coordination, numerical advantage, and long-range firepower.

It is difficult to tell how much damage the Wolf God has suffered.

Putting aside those minor injuries that caused a small bloody hole or a cut, there were at least a dozen or dozens of injuries that were fatal to ordinary people.

After all, heavy muskets are not just for show.

Many times, the bullet has penetrated vital organs.

The Wolf God didn't seem to have any intention of retreating. Although he retreated step by step, he was always fighting, not trying to escape, let alone run away. In other words, with this level of damage, he didn't feel he was in danger.

The only thing he did was to avoid being surrounded. He probably thought this was just a martial artist's instinct, not a real need.

Furthermore, intelligence indicates that if the Wolf God fights for even a short time, he will go berserk, losing his sanity and becoming unable to distinguish friend from foe. However, it's unclear how long this "slightly" will last.

At least he still seems rational and his fighting skills are still online, with no signs of going berserk.

"Louis, let them retreat!" said Thomas.

There is no point in fighting anymore.

When the magical aura is completely eroded by the black light, even if you want to retreat, you can't.

The call to retreat was sounded at the Knights' headquarters.

The next moment, the soldiers began to retreat.

Instead of turning around and running, he faced the enemy and retreated step by step.

Slow but invulnerable.

The Wolf God did not chase immediately, he looked around.

In the previous battle, he retreated step by step and had already retreated to the position where he had annihilated the musketeers. The Wolf God grinned and waved his hand.

A black spiritual light was thrown out from his hand, and the light turned into black dust in the wind and fell on a corpse.

The corpse that was splashed with water suddenly throbbed.

Some rules were quietly broken, and the black dust merged into the cold blood.

Then, a sticky liquid slowly flowed out from the dead remains and gradually solidified.

Like a moth struggling out of a cocoon, it squirmed, greedily absorbing the blood on the ground, slowly spreading out, devouring the corpses on the ground one by one, while emitting the painful screams of the deceased.

A voice like crying rang out, "It's all your fault... We will all die... Everything will die..."

"Hate... I... hate..."

"I don't want to die..."

This unnatural creature is born from death, carrying the final hatred of its host.

The corpse got up, but could not stand up like a human. Instead, it supported itself on all fours like a wild beast, wailing and rolling in pain.

More corpses were affected and then absorbed.

The organs of seven or eight people were randomly pieced together, and several hands and feet were twisting randomly, wriggling like centipedes. The huge wounds on the body caused by sharp claws did not heal, but instead continued to drip a black and red sticky liquid like saliva.

When they had just fought the Wolf God, everyone had been very brave and had not retreated. But when they saw this scene, the knights and the city defense soldiers all turned pale.

"May Christ bless you!" More than one person took out a cross and quietly begged for Christ's protection.

"Go!" The Wolf God pointed his hand.

The completely out-of-control corrosive body hissed and waved its limbs wildly, generating an astonishing speed as it rushed towards the army formation in front.

Thomas saw a faint white light in the black halo on the Wolf God, but it was like a damaged energy-saving lamp, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"Fire!"

A volley of heavy musket fire stopped the corpse-turned monster in its tracks, but failed to knock it down. After being wounded, it paused for a few seconds, then let out an even more shrill whine and charged forward again.

This time, the musket didn't have time to reload and fire. The standard firing rate for a matchlock musket in those days was one round per minute, and that was the standard for a well-trained musketeer.

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard from the Knights' headquarters in the distance.

The original head of the multi-legged corpse monster exploded, it suddenly stopped, and then collapsed powerlessly.

The Wolf God looked up and saw the figure on the terrace in the distance, and their eyes met.

The Wolf God laughed, pointed at Thomas, and made a neck-slitting gesture.

Thomas threw the heavy musket to Louis, then made a provocative hook finger at the wolf god in the distance.

Come if you’re brave enough, I’ll be waiting for you at the headquarters!

The Wolf God laughed out loud on the spot.

The laughter was full of joy and cruelty.

How long has it been? How long has it been since we received any provocation from the enemy?

He had almost forgotten it.

To be honest, he really likes this feeling.

That way, when he tears open Thomas' chest and tastes the blood in his heart, it will definitely be more delicious!

He even forgot to chase after the knights who had turned from an orderly retreat into a hasty escape.

Suddenly, heavy rain fell from the sky.