A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Demetrios turned around in horror, only to see a figure he had never expected.

"Ferdinand?!" He was shocked. "Why are you here?!"

Demetrios was so shocked that he even forgot that he should shout out for help immediately.

"Ah... don't be so nervous... I just came here to see if there were any old friends I know." Ferdinand shrugged. "I didn't expect to meet you by chance."

He was not wearing armor, but only ordinary light clothes - but this was no longer the common clothing of Christians, but that of the Star and Crescent Cultists!

Is this a coincidence?

In a sense, yes. But in another sense, no.

Because Ferdinand blessed himself with "luck".

So he knew that although he was just randomly selecting, he would definitely pick the most suitable candidate.

Sure enough, he met the most suitable Demetrios.

Clerk Demetrios, or to put it another way, the deputy master of the Knights Templar!

If the Knights Templar were converted into an ordinary country, then Demetrios would be equivalent to the Prime Minister.

He was a civilian knight.

Although his martial arts skills were not bad, and he could still don armor and fight in a desperate situation, he was mainly a civilian and rarely fought on the front lines of the battlefield.

In terms of personality, he is not the type who likes to fight and kill at every turn.

"You traitor!" Deep hatred flashed in Demetrios' eyes.

If it weren't for this traitor, the Knights would never have fallen into the desperate situation of being on the verge of collapse and having to rely on the Byzantines for their survival.

Grand Commander Fernando would not die on the battlefield.

"How dare you say 'old buddy'? Who is your old buddy? We are enemies now!" Dimitrios moved quickly, with a whistle in his hand.

Just put it in your mouth and blow it, and the whole of Smyrna will hear the alarm.

"Wait..." Ferdinand held out a hand. "Come on, I'm not the Knights' enemy right now."

Upon hearing this, Demetrios hesitated for a moment, and ultimately just put the whistle to his lips instead of blowing it immediately.

"What else do you have to say, you traitor?"

"Although I'm a traitor, you have to admit that what I did to the Knights was not a bad thing," Ferdinand said. "If our Grand Master Fernando were still here, the Knights would never have developed to this point!"

Although Fernando was a protector of the nation and his personal strength was impeccable, under his leadership, the Knights' power was definitely not as great as it is today. To the point that in order to deal with the Knights, the entire Star-Moon Cult world had to be mobilized.

"The old must go before the new can come. Perhaps you can understand this as God's arrangement! Everyone has to admit that Thomas is much better than Fernando."

"Shameless!" Demetrios said angrily. "You came here, don't you think you have done anything good?"

"Ha...this..." Ferdinand chuckled, but did not continue the topic.

No matter what, his betrayal was real and indisputable.

"You are not an enemy, so what are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"Ah, this is very simple. Just climb up." Ferdinand smiled.

The Guardians are magical creatures, or at least in the process of becoming magical creatures, and their power is far beyond the reach of mortals.

Climbing the city wall is almost impossible for ordinary people, and only the most professional athletes can do it. But for the country protectors, it takes no effort at all.

"As for what to do... Dimitrios, you have also seen the outside of the city!" He pointed his hand outside.

Now the Seljuk army has formed a crescent-shaped blockade line, completely blocking the land side of Smyrna.

"In a few days, the Seljuks will have built their artillery batteries. In another twenty days, the outer trenches will be filled. By then, the Knights will face a devastating disaster!"

The author says:

Author's Note: There was originally one more chapter to go.

But there was something unexpected today, I will make it up to you tomorrow.

Chapter 281: Siege 3

"And you see, the Seljuks have already discovered a loophole in Smyrna's defenses. The wall protecting the port, close to the sandy seashore, has a weak foundation and can't be built very thick. Therefore, this will be the focus of future attacks. Once this small section of the wall is breached, the Seljuks can charge directly into the docks! If that happens, the Knights will be completely cut off from retreating by sea!"

Demetrios' expression was stern, but he said nothing and did not refute the other party's words.

In fact it is.

Everyone knows that even now the Knights can retreat by sea.

They have a superior navy.

The high morale of the soldiers in the city is due to this factor!

But once the docks were captured—even though the castle had been built with the possibility of the enemy breaking in and occupying parts of the city in mind, and was therefore divided into eight zones, like watertight compartments, the loss of any one zone would not result in complete defeat, but only the loss of part of the city—the Knights would have completely lost their chance to retreat.

No one can say what the situation will be like by then.

"So what? If you're trying to persuade us to surrender, I advise you to give up on that idea. The Grand Master will never give up Smyrna!"

Demetrios knew very well that the Grand Master really wanted to fight this battle.

Moreover, based on Demetrios' understanding of Thomas, Thomas must have another trump card!

I just don't know what the trump card is.

It may not be revealed until the last moment.

"That's right. Thomas is widely said to be a fervent believer who wouldn't retreat unless he was completely defeated and had no chance left. Perhaps many people think he would rather die fighting for the glory of Christ," Ferdinand said. "He would certainly say that, wouldn't he?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's easy to get others killed just by talking." Ferdinand shrugged again. "Most people in this world are happy to do that."

"You said the Grand Commander... would escape?" Demetrios sneered.

He didn't believe it at all.

In the years since Thomas took office, the Knights had marched on without a single setback. While Thomas wasn't always at the forefront, he was always present in every battle. No one considered Thomas a coward.

In fact, many of his decisions, such as his previous decision to attack Smyrna and his previous expeditions to North Africa, were, if not reckless, at least adventurous. Aside from Thomas himself, the Knights had virtually no support. Such a man could not be a coward!

"It doesn't matter what I say now. You won't believe it anyway." Ferdinand smiled again. "But it doesn't matter. I just came to say hello. See you next time!"

After saying this, he took a few steps forward and jumped down from the city wall.

Although the walls of the bastion are relatively low, that is only relative to the old-style walls. Its height is no less than those of small and medium-sized castles.

If the trench below is added, the height will be even more impressive.

If you fall from the top of the city wall and land in a trench, you will most likely die. If you are lucky, you will at least be injured.

Demetrios ran a few steps, rushed to the place where Ferdinand jumped, and looked down.

There was nothing to be seen in the darkness, no sound, and no screams of the injured.

Then he suddenly remembered that Ferdinand seemed to have become the protector of the country?

Thomas had mentioned this news casually earlier. The Grand Master hadn't mentioned the source of the information, so Demetrios didn't quite believe it—it seemed more like a rumor than accurate, well-founded intelligence.

But now, he suddenly understood that Ferdinand might really become the protector of the country!

Protecting the country?

The Seljuks, with the widespread support of the Crescent-Crystal states, had mobilized their entire nation. If the Sultan had a few loyal defenders, Demetrios would have believed it.

Christianity has a foundation, doesn’t the Star and Crescent Church have one?

If not, how could they gradually gain the upper hand in the war?

Apart from anything else, the Wolf God who was killed by Thomas was an iron-clad protector of the country... and he might not even be an ordinary protector of the country!

This battle is different from the previous ones. Even though the commander-in-chief is also a national defender and has a magical weapon in his hand, the outcome is still unpredictable.

However, should this matter be reported to the Grand Commander?

Demetrios hesitated for a moment, then decided he still had to report it, especially to explain that Ferdinand was also among the enemy troops, and that there was probably more than one protector of the country in the enemy army.

In addition, I'm afraid the Turks already know that the city wall near the port is a weak point.

On the other side, Ferdinand returned to the besieging camp.

In his camp, a guest was already waiting for him. He was a mid-level Turkic general, a captain of a thousand men.

"Lord Ferdinand, how is the situation?" The centurion looked at Ferdinand coming back with a happy face.

Ferdinand's initiative to go into the city to investigate was quite unexpected. This action actually caught the Sultan's attention. The captain was sent by the Sultan to obtain firsthand intelligence.

Although Ferdinand was an envoy sent by the Crescent-Star Sword, unfortunately, the Crescent-Star Sword was an independent sect and was ultimately an outsider to the Sultan. He had no right to meet the king.

"Contrary to expectations, it seems the Knights have no plans to raid the earthen hill at night," Ferdinand said with a smile. "It seems the legend is true. Thomas is a cautious man. Furthermore, the location of our earthen hill betrays our intentions. The Knights will likely focus their defenses on the weak point of the city wall near the harbor."

"What a shame..." the captain said. "I was hoping to give them a good beating."

As for weaknesses, he doesn't care.

After all, even if it becomes a tug-of-war, with heads exchanged for heads, let alone one to one, even one to ten, Sudan will definitely win.

The Seljuks had an army of 200,000, while the Knights had less than 10,000.

The centurion turned and left, and Ferdinand snorted in disdain.

"Sir, what do you think?" asked the attendant beside him.

"The Turks haven't suffered yet. They think the obstacles they encountered while digging the trenches are the greatest resistance they've encountered!" Ferdinand sneered. "I'm going up there this time to observe the design of their walls. I'm afraid the design of this castle is very different from what we expected."

"what?"

"From the outset, this city wasn't built to stop the enemy, but to inflict damage through firepower. Although it was a defensive fortification, those Italians manipulated it and turned it into an offensive fortification. What a shame." He sighed. "After all, it's due to geographical limitations. The port wall is an irreparable weakness."

"I hope the Knights can resist more resolutely. Losing the port area won't affect their morale!"

He regretted it a little.

He had already nerfed Thomas's luck once before, but now it seemed that he had done it too early.

If possible, he hopes to use this opportunity to gain as much benefit as possible from Sudan.

I hope Thomas is also a lucky person, so he won’t lose because of a single blow to his luck.

Chapter 282: Siege 4

Demetrios arrived at the Castellan's Palace in Smyrna. Thomas was there.

Thomas's movements over the past few days have been very regular, basically focusing on two things: either staying at the City Lord's Mansion, maintaining contact with those outside the city, or watching from a high tower.

In reality, there was nothing much that could be done at this stage. After all, the battle hadn't yet reached the city walls, so it wasn't a truly critical moment.

Now is not the time to join the battle for the protection of the country. If you are unlucky and get hit by a shell, it would be a worthless death.

Not only that, the command system within the Knights Templar is very complete, and all the knights have a strong sense of responsibility and mission, so normal operations do not require the command of the Grand Master.

"Demitrios, what's going on?" Thomas was writing a letter.

Strive to obtain external assistance.

Although the king was unreliable, there were still many devout people among the nobles. After all, with so many people, there were all kinds of people.

Thomas remembered very clearly that when the Ottomans besieged Rhodes Island in his previous life, Rhodes Island was not without reinforcements.

At least according to public records, a group of English knights attempted to reinforce Rhodes. Unfortunately, God did not protect them, and they were caught in a storm and almost wiped out. The rescue operation ended there.

This was not the intention of the British king, but a spontaneous action of the British nobles.

Even though the monarchs of various countries do not support the Knights Templar, if there are nobles who are willing to support them, these monarchs will not deliberately obstruct them. After all, this is a taboo.

Of course, this kind of thing is much more complicated. A country has only one monarch, but the number of nobles... who can tell exactly how many there are?

Thomas wrote letters every day, asking for help from nobles of all sizes who were willing and able to reinforce the Knights.

I just regret that there are no copiers in this world!

"Captain, the Turks have been continuing to raise and reinforce the earthen hill these past few days."

"I see. It should take them another two or three days to reinforce the earthen hill to the same level as the city wall. By then, they will also pull up the cannons." Thomas replied while continuing to write the letter in his hand.

"Grandmaster, besides that, I want to say that... Ferdinand came last night..."