A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Chapter 353 Backlash 1

Thomas noticed that the blue-robed wizard was fully clothed...

It is said that magicians have special techniques that can use meditation to replace sleep.

This skill can be regarded as the magician's unique secret skill, and it is a secret technique that is rarely passed on to others.

However, this technique was of no use to Thomas, and he never thought of learning it.

It's not like his magical abilities were obtained through ordinary meditation.

"Captain, what are you doing?"

"Master, I think I've broken the curse," Thomas said. "What will happen next?"

"It will backfire on the one who cast the curse." Radagast didn't ask how Thomas had done it. Since Thomas had said so, he agreed. "You don't need to do anything, just wait patiently."

"As for when it will take effect, I've already told you. It depends on the strength of the curse. It will take effect in as little as 20 to 30 days! Of course, it could take longer, even a year."

"I mean... the one who cast the curse... Ferdinand, can he sense it?"

"Theoretically, no," Radagast said. "Especially, according to you, Ferdinand wasn't a magician. Nor did he specialize in curses. He simply awakened this extraordinary ability. He uses this power knowing the effects, not the reasons. Of course, if there were someone with special powers around him who could observe his changes... like Louis, they might know."

This possibility was so small that Thomas thought it could be ignored.

"May I ask what the backlash effect of this curse will be?"

"Same as you," Radagast said confidently. "It can be simply understood that this is the same power, originally injected into your body, but now that it's been cut off, it's being injected into his body instead."

"He'll be unlucky, incredibly unlucky, and eventually die from a series of misfortunes. As for how exactly he'll die, it's really hard to say."

In other words, it is similar to the "fate backlash" effect that Thomas encountered before.

"But what if he's really strong?" Thomas asked. "What if he's weathered all that bad luck?"

Thomas was an elite soldier at the time, and he was able to get through it by relying on various methods.

And now, Ferdinand is a protector of the country.

His ability to endure is definitely much stronger than Thomas's.

"Well..." Radagast thought for a moment. "Grandmaster, do you think you could drain a small river?"

"It should work."

"But can you drain the ocean?"

Thomas was speechless.

"A cursed lucky fall is different from normal 'misfortune'. Let's put it this way, it descends infinitely. Once it reaches a certain point... This is your situation."

"His situation was even worse. His luck didn't decline gradually, but reached a certain limit instantly."

"Your situation is one of constant misfortune, and it's only getting worse, eventually reaching a certain threshold where your life is in danger. His situation is even worse. To the point where... well, how should I put it? He can find poison in every sip of water he drinks, and every time he steps out, he's ambushed by his old enemies."

"Furthermore, fighting alone is, if not useless, at least ineffective. No matter how careful and invulnerable a person is, the curse can still attack those around them, gradually crumbling their foundations. This turns invulnerability into an opportunity. This is the terrifying aspect of this curse. Therefore, one way to combat the curse is to withdraw from the world, escape to a desolate place, and live alone. This is done to reduce the danger to those around you, or those connected to you."

"The more people around you, the more dangerous it is, and the larger the gaps. On the contrary, living alone in the wilderness will result in fewer gaps. Although the curse is not ineffective, its effectiveness will be greatly reduced."

"So, Grand Commander, don't worry. Ferdinand won't be around for long."

Thomas nodded slightly.

He roughly understood it.

It is similar to the "backlash of fate" he encountered before, but it is stronger and more unscrupulous. In addition, it will affect the people around him.

And it's not like Thomas's, where his luck decreases layer by layer and eventually reaches a fatal level.

But in an instant, the luck dropped below the limit and was cut to the bottom in one breath.

Therefore, this backlash effect is more dangerous than that of a normal cursed person, because it does not give people time to counterattack.

That being the case...

Of course, there are limitations. Fate can't just appear out of thin air and slap you to death. Or it can cause you to go insane and explode. Fate can only add fuel to the fire and exploit various coincidences.

In that case...then Thomas has a chance!

"Master, how long will it take us to go back this time?" Thomas asked.

"I'm afraid it takes longer than you expected," Radagast said. "To avoid those dangerous storms, we can't go in a straight line. Sometimes we even have to take a sharp detour. But it's necessary for safety."

"Then let's go back to Smyrna first!" said Thomas.

Smyrna and Rhodes Island aren't far apart. It shouldn't affect my plans.

He must get his flag back first.

During this period, hundreds of thousands of troops from both sides of the war could see the bloody cross flag every day when they looked up.

The flag must have absorbed a lot of power.

Now is the time to harvest.

The battles ahead could be extremely dangerous, and Thomas would need a great deal of divine power to increase his chances of victory.

……

"call……"

Ferdinand exhaled deeply. The Anatolian Plateau was cold in winter.

Then he turned his equally cold gaze to the messenger in front of him.

"Grandmaster," the messenger's gaze was tinged with a hint of hostility. "The Council is deeply displeased with your failure. Furthermore, they are furious that you concealed the true situation. Therefore, the Council demands your immediate return and a face-to-face explanation."

"I didn't fail, it's just that my first plan couldn't be executed," Ferdinand replied casually. "Since I can't use the Turkish army to destroy the main force of the Knights, I have to try another approach. What's wrong with that?"

"You said this last time, but so far, I haven't seen you take any action. Furthermore, the Council of Elders doesn't believe you can do anything else. The cult has already given you all the resources it can mobilize in the short term, yet you've responded to the cult's trust in such a perfunctory manner..."

"Ah." Ferdinand shook his head gently. "Wouldn't it be better to take my answer back? I told you I want to try a different approach!"

"I am the third messenger. The previous two messengers returned with your assurance that 'all will be well.' But the Order never received the news of victory!"

"This is really difficult..." Ferdinand sighed again. "The Knights have five protectors. This is something no one could have imagined. The Christian world has gathered such a force to support the Knights..."

"Someone needs to be held accountable for the errors in intelligence and judgment." The messenger bowed his head seemingly humbly.

He disliked this convert named Ferdinand. In fact, he disliked all converts. These people were complete traitors and could not be trusted! And Ferdinand, who was standing before him, had actually seized the position of Grand Elder. This was simply... unforgivable!

In fact, Ferdinand was not qualified to be the Grand Elder.

As for the reason, he also knew it.

Chapter 354 Backlash 2

The direct reason why Ferdinand became the Grand Elder was because a Grand Elder died unexpectedly.

This was an unexpected incident that caught everyone off guard.

The sect was preparing for a very important ceremony, which required the participation of a sufficient number of elders.

It was too late to recall other grand masters from outside, so they could only temporarily select one from within.

At this time, Ferdinand is the best choice.

To put it bluntly, it's just bad luck!

But as in all such cases, the guy who got lucky is bound to be met with a lot of envy and hostility.

It would be fine if everything went smoothly and you won every time, but the enemy would not be able to find a suitable way to deal with you.

But this failed...

Things are different now!

"You mean, I am responsible for this matter?" Ferdinand smiled slightly.

He was currently at a mansion outside Konya, the capital of the Rum Sultanate. While luxurious, the mansion was somewhat remote. It had originally belonged to a wealthy merchant, who had died unexpectedly of illness just as Ferdinand was retreating to Konya with the Turkish army. His widow then bequeathed the house to the Order of the Crescent Sword.

Ferdinand didn't have any large base in Konya, and he had dozens or even hundreds of people around him, which was not a small number. He couldn't find a suitable place to live, so now they were delivered to his doorstep.

His luck is just that good.

"Your Excellency, Grand Master, I dare not say who is responsible, but the Council of Elders orders you to return for investigation..."

"Hey, go back and tell them that I have made some progress. Thomas is dead," said Ferdinand.

"Ah, when?" The messenger was a little surprised.

"Last night, or this morning, around this time anyway."

"Impossible!" The messenger frowned. As far as he knew, at least a month ago, Thomas had been safely staying in the outskirts of Rome, preparing to negotiate with the new Pope. Thomas was so young, the chances of him dying suddenly were too small. "How did he die?"

"do not know."

If Ferdinand's previous answer had only made people skeptical, this sentence completely infuriated him.

"Grandmaster," he said, suppressing his anger. "So, you have received clear intelligence and are certain that someone has seen his body?"

"No." Ferdinand was also a little impatient.

Of course he didn't see the body, but the place for his "Lucky Balance" curse was now vacant.

I didn't notice it last night, but I sensed it out of habit early this morning and found that I could use this power again.

If he wanted, he could now choose someone else as the target of his curse.

In his experience, this proved that Thomas was dead.

As for how he died... that really didn't matter at all. Ferdinand didn't even have the desire to find out. As long as Thomas was dead, that was all that mattered!

But he couldn't tell the other party that, and couldn't reveal the curse power of his "Lucky Balance". Otherwise, it would be very dangerous.

After all, he cursed and killed more than one of his own members of the Star-Moon Sword Cult.

"No, how did you confirm that?" The messenger laughed. "This kind of perfunctory attitude wouldn't convince even me, let alone the other elders."

"Is this due to some special reason? You don't trust the judgment of a Grand Master?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, but..." A cold glint flashed in the messenger's eyes. "It's that you've told too many lies like this!"

He is not an ordinary messenger!

The first two messengers were just ordinary people who brought messages, but they were coaxed back by Ferdinand with just a few words.

At the headquarters, the elders were still happily waiting for the Sultan to capture Smyrna and wipe out the Knights' garrison.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, they received the news that the Turkic army had suffered a great defeat and suffered heavy casualties.

Suddenly, there was an uproar at the Star-Moon Sword Cult headquarters.

After all, all we got before was good news.

Suddenly it turned into bad news!

Who can bear this?

It wasn't the fault of the two envoys before him; their status meant they couldn't do anything to Ferdinand. They had no choice but to believe whatever Ferdinand said.

That's why they sent this messenger.

This person, though called a messenger, was actually considered a mid-level member of the sect. His background, qualifications, and abilities all determined that he was no ordinary messenger. He was not someone who could be dismissed casually.

If Ferdinand could give a solid reason, it might be hard to say.

But if Ferdinand can't, he must return to headquarters immediately and face questioning from the Council of Elders!

He has to take the person back!

"Hey, can't you take my words back?"

Even though he barely became a member of the Council of Elders, he knew very well that he did not have a wide network of contacts within the sect.

His only achievement was gained by betraying the Knights, and such deeds have always been despised.

It is difficult for a traitor to be respected.

You may be able to obtain high positions and prominent salaries, but you will definitely not be respected and will definitely be slandered behind your back.

His real network of connections came from the previous grandmaster.

But the Grand Master had already been killed by Thomas. And it wasn't just one person who was killed, but all the people under the Grand Master were killed by Thomas.

All were killed, not a single one was left alive.