A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The attendants began to take off his armor and check his injuries.

The injuries were not serious. Several parts of his body were hit by a few ice spikes, and his ribs and arms were affected by the spiral airflow, leaving the skin bloody.

The internal organs and bones were not injured, only the skin and flesh were injured.

This level of injury is not considered serious for ordinary people.

As long as the wound doesn't become infected, there's no big problem.

The attendant began to clean the wound carefully and took out bandages to bandage Ferdinand.

"Sir, what happened during your operation?"

"It's terrible, worse than I expected!" Ferdinand gasped as his wound tugged at him. "I ran into several old friends today!"

"Which ones?"

"Do you know this person named Mansreti?"

"I know. He's the coach who teaches the new recruits... But I'm not familiar with him. We barely interact. Didn't you tell me before that he was a marginal figure in the Knights? If he didn't work hard, he'd end up like that? A thankless job with no future!"

"Ah, did I say that?"

"I had just followed you at that time, and I guess you have forgotten it by now."

"I must have forgotten..." Ferdinand couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Fate is truly like a whore. No one can predict who she will flirt with next.

Mansreti, whom he once looked down upon, is now a protector of the country, just like him.

In order to become the Protector of the Country, Ferdinand had to go through countless steps of betrayal and deception and spent countless efforts, but Mansreti didn't have to do anything but wait patiently.

If he had known this earlier, why would he have bothered, betrayed, converted to the Star Moon Sect, or taken such a risk? He should have just stayed where he was and waited patiently!

"What happened to Knight Mansreti?" the attendant asked while doing his work.

"He is also protecting the country!" Ferdinand said lightly.

The attendant was startled and his hand trembled, irritating the wound and causing Ferdinand to gasp again.

"Knight Mansreti..." He wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

It doesn't matter to anyone else.

Andrea was also a former protector of the nation, the old man had been hiding his identity, and Knight Joseph was sent by the Pope. And there was also the young man whose identity was unknown.

These people are the protectors of the country, and he can accept them all.

It's like taking an exam and cheating to get a perfect score. Then you notice that a brilliant student who consistently scores above 90 also got a perfect score. You don't think there's anything wrong with this. You might feel envious, jealous, or resentful, but you definitely don't feel like you've done anything wrong.

But Mansreti… ​​what was Mansreti? A complete waste with no potential.

It was an indescribable resentment, a heaviness that felt like a stone, weighing heavily on your body, making it hard to breathe.

He even found himself having to avoid the name Mansreti.

His throat suddenly felt sweet, and Ferdinand found himself spitting out blood.

The effect of the vibration...has it reached my internal organs?

As for whether there might be other reasons, he didn't even consider it!

"...In addition, I also saw the warrior you mentioned before, the one holding two swords." Ferdinand consciously or unconsciously changed the subject from the name Mansreti.

"what?!"

"He's also a protector of the country!" Ferdinand said. "Besides, I also met the old man."

"Old man, is that...Knight Reynard?"

"He's also a protector of the country." Ferdinand laughed at himself again. "I've been in the Knights Templar for over a decade, and I had no idea they were so deep-seated!"

"That... the old man..." The young follower widened his eyes, completely unable to believe it.

"The one you saw chasing me just now was the old man!"

"It's him? How could it be possible... He was wearing a helmet, I didn't recognize him."

"Yeah, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Look at the wounds here... they were left by the old man," Ferdinand said. "I almost died at his hands."

There is also a difference between protecting the country and defending the country.

Ferdinand knew that his biggest weakness was that his extraordinary ability was not of the direct combat type.

It’s really a disadvantage to encounter other protectors of the country suddenly!

Of course, if you say that Ferdinand's extraordinary ability is weak, then Ferdinand will definitely not agree. Because as long as he has time, he can easily kill any protector of the country!

It can only be said that the application scenarios are different.

It's a pity that the bad luck blessing ability of "Lucky Balance" can only be used on one person.

The target cannot be transferred until that person dies.

Thomas's luck had been cut by him several times now, but he was obviously not dead yet.

"That person just now was... the old man?" The follower was really surprised.

"That's him," Ferdinand said. "How lucky... By the way, how did you get here?"

"I just thought it was dangerous for you to go out tonight. If you succeed, the Knights will definitely pursue you relentlessly. So I thought maybe I could provide some support. So I took Fatis and the others out to have a look. I didn't expect to run into you!"

"How are they?" Ferdinand asked.

"Fatis and Duarte are responsible for the rearguard. Given their abilities... they should be able to escape and make it back, right?"

This statement is a bit unfounded.

Two elite soldiers cannot stop one national defender.

"I hope so," said Ferdinand.

It’s not that he cares about the lives of his subordinates, but the strength he has now cannot be lost any further.

"Sir, if you were to encounter several protectors today, then... would the Turks still have a chance of winning tonight?"

"It's hard to say!" Ferdinand said slowly.

Both sides of the war are well aware that tonight is a crucial night.

If the Turks can hold the captured city areas, then after tonight, the Knights will no longer be able to fight back.

On the other hand, if the Turks were driven out, they would be at the end of their rope and would probably never be able to organize such an offensive again. Anyone with a little bit of insight in both camps could see this.

"This time, just from what I encountered, it means there are at least five protectors of the kingdom in the Knights!" Ferdinand laughed for some reason. "This level is beyond the ability of the Turks to handle."

Five protectors of the country, at least five!

"Next, it depends on... the Sultan's true power!" Ferdinand said.

At this time, he had completed bandaging the wound and exercised a little to confirm that he was fine.

"If the Sultan doesn't have any trump cards, then he's lost. Next, the Sultan will have to consider withdrawing his troops. But if the Sultan has one or two protectors on his side, or can kill one or two of the Knights' protectors in the chaos, then there's still room for battle! Otherwise, it will be a continuous tug-of-war. In short, ending the war anytime soon is impossible."

He did not think that the Sultan would have more than one Protector of the Nation.

He looked up at the night sky in the distance.

In the drizzle, an unprecedentedly brutal battle was taking place.

Although he could not see, he could imagine: countless bullets and arrows were flying in the sky like hail, and a large number of knights, led by several protectors of the country, launched a hand-to-hand charge with a fervor to fight for Christ, with a cold and menacing light.

Can the Turks bear it?

It should be difficult.

It's time to find a way out for yourself.

The next moment, his heart suddenly became eager again.

He is still different from them.

For the members of the Knights Templar, even for Knight Andrea, defending the country is the limit of their lives.

But Ferdinand was different.

Protecting the country is just a step he must take.

His destination is something that people like Mansreti can never reach, or even imagine.

They are just accidentally similar in the process, but their final achievements are completely different.

"What should we do if the Turks lose?" the follower asked worriedly.

"Let's go to Rhodes Island!" Ferdinand said gritting his teeth.

"Going over there? Why?"

"The Knights will definitely focus more on Smyrna from now on. Rhodes Island will only serve as a backup... The security force will become increasingly weak!"

There is no point in joining a war if you can't win.

Fortunately, he had a backup plan.

War is never necessarily won, this is Ferdinand's experience over the years.

Therefore, he had already figured out what to do if the war was lost.

"We'll have a chance!"

Chapter 318 Prediction

Ferdinand slept soundly that night.

At daybreak, he woke up, had breakfast, then untied his bandages and examined his wounds.

Just as he expected, the bloody skin and flesh had mostly healed by now.

Most of the wounds are covered with scabs, and some even have scabs fall off, revealing the tender flesh underneath.

As expected, for the Guardian, ordinary flesh wounds had no impact.

A night's rest can restore most of the energy.

The same was true of the killing effects of those ice spikes. Although the wounds were still there, they no longer affected the movement.

At this point, the sound of artillery could no longer be heard, which meant the battle was over.

It is still drizzling.

Ferdinand stepped out of his tent and took out his telescope to observe the enemy's situation in the distance. The defenders on the city walls, though exhausted, remained undeterred. Looking back at the "qi" of his own camp, he immediately sensed a sense of weakness.

Whether it is the sentries standing guard or the garrison troops moving back and forth, they can all feel a special smell.

Feeling weak and clumsy in movement.

The sign of a defeated army!

Lost the fight?

It should be said that losing the battle is normal. If someone knew that there were five or more national defenders in the enemy camp, he would not think that his 200,000-man army had much advantage.

Even though they lost, the defeat wasn't severe. In other words, the losses weren't huge?

Is there still a fight to be fought?

While he was looking around, he suddenly heard footsteps outside. Ferdinand knew who was coming without turning around.

"Sir, I have heard about the battle situation over there." The attendant said breathlessly.

He did not come alone, but brought another middle-aged man with him.

This person is an "informant", someone arranged by the Star-Moon Sword Order to be beside the Turkic Sultan.

Although the two sides are allies, such operations are inevitable. Not to mention allies, it is also normal for monarchs to arrange for their subjects, and superiors to arrange for their subordinates to have a spy.

"The Turks failed?" Ferdinand asked

"Yes, we failed. The Knights suddenly launched a counterattack from multiple directions in the middle of the night, and a bloody battle ensued. The two sides fought hard for six hours, until dawn. But in the end, the Knights succeeded in assembling a large force. From the firing holes throughout the castle and from hidden positions within the outer walls, a hail of bullets and arrows rained down. Under the cover of fire, the knights charged recklessly. Our army resisted with all its might, and the Sultan continuously sent reinforcements through the breaches. Even mendicants were sent into the city to reinforce. But in the end, the Knights' attack was too fierce, and the soldiers in the city could not hold out and were forced to retreat."

"How much was the loss?"

"I don't know, but it's said that the Sultan's personal guard lost nearly half their troops in the day-long and night-long battle yesterday. I think that's an exaggeration, though. However, all the evidence indicates that the Knights suffered heavy losses in yesterday's battle."

"Have you captured any particularly brave officers or generals from the Knights?"