A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

His muscles were torn apart, his blood vessels were cut out with a knife, his bones were bent, his eyes were gouged out, his tongue was cut out. He seemed to have died a thousand times, and at the same time, to have lived a thousand years.

In the opponent's territory, the howl of death is even more powerful!

Thomas felt the magical power in his body being destroyed like bubbles.

But in the process, magic absorbed the damage from the mental and physical realms, leaving Thomas room to turn around.

If it weren't for these magical protections, he would most likely not have been able to withstand this wave of attacks. Even if he had mastered the mystic art of Steel Soul and reached the limits of human mental fortitude, that sound would have been enough to kill him instantly from the excessive pain.

The pain disappeared, but Prasda had disappeared, completely out of his sight, as if she had never existed in the first place.

Thomas' pupils shrank sharply, he roared angrily, and raised his sword to protect his face.

He felt the terrible impact coming from his arm.

It was almost there, just a little bit, and the opponent would have broken his sword and sent the sharp blade into his head.

What's worse is that before he even finished thinking, a new round of attacks had already arrived.

High speed and immense force. That was all Thomas could feel.

Steel Soul Secret Technique: Time Stands Still!

Thomas was shocked and took several steps back. He felt a sharp pain in his wrist from the sprain.

He barely caught up with the speed, but his strength was not enough!

In the grayscale vision, you can see that the magical aura all over your body is swaying in the wind and rain.

Thomas widened his eyes, took a deep breath, and injected a ball of divine power into his body, and his wrist recovered as before.

That speed and power were definitely out of the ordinary. While the opponent was some kind of supernatural being, a banshee of some sort, Thomas was already a high-ranking Protector of the Nation. He had reached a level beyond humankind. Furthermore, his entire body was imbued with a vast amount of magic.

Even though the magic aura is about to be annihilated under the impact of the domain, at least for now, these magics are still working.

Thomas's current strength is no longer within the normal range. In the past, when he faced the Wolf God without a domain, he could fight him on equal terms.

However, this kind of power is obviously inferior to that of the opponent.

But what size was the Wolf God, and what size was Prasda? Strength was always directly linked to size, while agility and speed were the exact opposite.

If Prasda had this power in the past, the Red Girls Army would not have failed.

It could even be the other way around, she could just sweep across Bohemia and establish a female dynasty.

So Thomas had reason to believe that his enemy could not maintain this state for long.

He waited rationally for that opportunity, and his rationality did not let him down.

Prasda did not take advantage of the momentum to continue the attack and completely overwhelm him. Instead, she retreated after two or three moves.

Her burst of energy is over and she needs time to recover.

"Master, what is the banshee's weakness?" Thomas shouted.

"No weakness!" the magician's voice came from behind. "We can only weaken her little by little, and finally kill her."

"I understand!" Thomas instantly drew his gun and pointed it at Plasda.

In the grayscale vision, a magical glow could be seen flickering above the gun's muzzle, proving it was temporarily enchanted.

It turns out that Prasda doesn't understand guns.

She faced the gun without any move to dodge or seek cover, allowing Thomas to aim freely.

After all, gunpowder weapons were developed only a hundred years ago. It was normal that these ancient monsters were not familiar with them.

There was a gunshot.

A hole was pierced through Prasda's chest, and she let out a shrill howl. But this howl was no longer aggressive. It was simply a wail of pain.

There was no blood coming out of the hole, only a faint blue light shining.

This also shows that what Thomas saw before him was just a monster that looked like a human, not a human.

Thomas put the gun back and pulled out his other pistol, pointing it at the other man.

The monster had begun to be wary of the strange-looking weapon in Thomas's hand, but it hadn't figured out how to deal with it yet. So it focused on the gun and still didn't make any move to seek cover.

The gunfire rang out again.

A bullet had put a hole in its head.

Firearms and long-range weapons such as bows and arrows, throwing knives, hidden arrows, and slingshots are completely different things!

Even if Plasda concentrated all her attention on dodging, it was useless because the speed was too fast and she couldn't avoid it.

Thomas put the second gun away and then took out the gun that had just fired.

In order to fire this gun, the gunpowder and bullets must be reloaded.

But Thomas knew, and Plasda did not. She did not recognize the musket.

It could only assume, based on its previous experience, that this would once again fire an unavoidable bullet.

It had no choice but to rush forward with a roar.

This time, its movement speed is normal!

Thomas seized the opportunity, twisted his wrist, and launched a series of attacks. Steel Soul Secret Technique: Snow Sword!

A series of attacks, under the attraction of the spiritual field and the blessing of magic, made a sound similar to a sonic boom.

It looked like only one move, but in fact, seven or eight swords had been swung out.

Prasda's sword landed on Thomas. If he had just burst into action, this single blow could have cut Thomas in two or more pieces.

But now, it could only barely break Thomas's protective spell, and the remaining force was removed by the tilted force field of the defensive bracelet. The end result was that a white mark appeared on Thomas' light armor.

Thomas directed all his attacks at the monster.

A teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting was heard from the blade of the long sword.

It seemed to cut through some kind of metal sheet, or to tear open some kind of force field structure.

Thomas's sword was deeply embedded in the monster's body. Even with strong resistance, the sword still slowly penetrated the monster's body, causing the monster to howl miserably again and again.

The long sword had long been blessed with the effect of "magic weapon", causing huge damage to the monster.

It continued to attack, but the attacks on Thomas had become weaker and weaker, and again and again, it couldn't even break the protective magic.

Thomas felt that the tip of his sword had finally touched something tough, so he put more strength into his hand.

The banshee let out an indescribable wail. Her body suddenly disintegrated like foam, vanishing in an instant.

On the ground, only a sculpture-like object was left.

Chapter 336 Prasda 2

Thomas took a few cautious steps back.

Worried about the other side trying to self-destruct—this was really because of the last time I was scared by the Assassins. As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years.

Even though Thomas was a patriot, he was still frightened by the suicide assassination.

"Master, what will we gain after killing the banshee?" he asked.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Radagast hiding far away behind a rock, clearly ready to escape at any moment.

Honestly, a magician who fought tooth and nail was truly formidable. But Radagast clearly had no intention of risking his life. He was more of a scholarly mage, the kind who'd never personally engaged in combat.

Of course, this place has only three or four hundred thousand florins, which is not enough for a great magician - who should be able to access the ninth layer of the magic network - to fight for his life.

"Probably not," Radagast shouted. "It's not a remnant of the Old Ones. Be careful, they are difficult to kill, and they are said to often fake their own deaths to deceive people."

But Thomas could no longer sense anything in his spiritual field. This meant the banshee had completely vanished.

If the Banshee leaves no debris behind, then what is this?

Thomas waited for a while, and after making sure that there was nothing unexpected, he stepped forward and picked up the thing.

This is a sculpture.

It looks like wood, but feels more like some kind of stone in the hand.

The statue depicts a woman... well, a female warrior.

The upper body is covered with armor, the lower body is a long skirt, and it is leaning against a large shield.

This feeling... is somewhat familiar.

But I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

If you look at it with the naked eye, it looks like a sculpture made of neither wood nor stone. It also seems to have a few cracks.

However, in grayscale, this thing is completely different.

It appeared to be entirely black and white, but a strong aura was gushing out from the cracks on the sculpture—not the colorful aura of ordinary magic, but a blazing white light.

It's almost like... in a past life, you had to cover a powerful flashlight with black plastic.

I instinctively knew that this thing was definitely unusual.

Radagast showed no intention of coming any closer, and it was obvious that he would not do so until he had waited long enough to ensure that everything was safe.

It’s hard to say whether this is the effect of that “mechanical mind”.

Thomas looked around intently, but couldn't see anything else of note.

There is nothing else except this banshee.

No, there are still some!

He looked a little further away, at the place where the banshee had just emerged. Behind the small metal hill, there was a platform?

There were corpses lying there.

Thomas stepped forward cautiously and came closer.

This is not a platform at all, but a wooden bed.

However, due to the passage of time, the bed has decayed.

There are two corpses.

A corpse lay on the bed. As the wooden bed had decayed, half of the bones had fallen to the ground.

The other corpse remained kneeling in front of the bed, with its upper body leaning against the bed, next to the other corpse's legs.

These corpses have become completely dry bones, and it is obvious that they are at least dozens or hundreds of years old.

Judging from the clothes on the body, the corpse was wearing a skirt and should be a female.

Thomas reached out and gently touched the edge of the skirt.

The fabric of the skirt had also decayed, and when rubbed lightly with fingers, the fabric turned into powder.

As he did so, he suddenly heard a long sigh.

Thomas turned around in horror and looked around.

Then he realized that the sound was not something he "heard", but was transmitted directly into his mind.

This situation had happened so many times that he could make a quick judgment after only a short practice.

Is this the territory of a certain...god?

The same type as Thor?

Thomas knew that Thor had actually existed in a similar secondary plane, but then the plane collapsed, and he came under the rock in an unexpected way.

When the two worlds merge, nothing is surprising.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, "Who is it?" Thomas asked.

"No need to look for me, young god, I am in your hands." A voice sounded.

"...Plasda?" Thomas asked quietly, lifting the statue in his hand and examining it carefully.

"Prasda... No, I'm not. Well, it's hard to describe. But if you're talking about the woman named Prasda, she's dead."

"Plasda is dead... then you are?"

"I don't know who I am," the voice said faintly. "I've forgotten many things. But due to some accident, I absorbed some of Prasda's remaining consciousness and memories. If you call me Prasda, I won't object. But I know very well that I am not her, even though I possess some of her memories."

"You are a...deity?"