A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"Yes. These villages appear to be no different from other villages, except that no one dares to collect taxes. However, the other villages around them are very afraid of them and don't dare to interact with them easily."

"Because of that... Plague Land incident?"

"Yes!"

Thomas considered this for a moment.

"Any other information? For example, is that 'witch' really a woman? Or what exactly are they doing occupying the ruins of that ancient city?"

"I don't know!" Giuliano admitted. "The locals are reluctant to discuss the situation regarding that group of people and those villages. So Rostislav's idea is indeed a bit rash. Of course, I also admit that Rostislav wants to resolve this issue once and for all. Proactively communicating with the other party is the best option."

Thomas nodded, roughly understanding it.

That person should be an elite warrior with the ability to control diseases... or a magician who is conducting research in this area.

The possibility is greater for magicians than for warriors.

Because if a warrior has the extraordinary ability to control disease, there is no need for him to lead a group of people to hide in such a corner.

If an elite soldier awakens the ability to control disease... he has a bright future. Why are you hiding here?

Magicians are the ones who need to conduct in-depth research, master the details, and not only understand the facts but also the reasons behind them. That's why they need to hide in such a remote and lawless area to conduct research.

Just like Saruman specializes in death magic, there is a concept of "specialization" among magicians.

Perhaps the so-called witch is just a magician who studies plague spells?

From this point of view, the church's hostility towards magicians makes sense.

Some magicians are really not human!

"I see. When did Coach Rostislav disappear?"

"Someone saw him yesterday morning," the magician interrupted. "He left the city with a few followers. No one knows where he went. Now that I think about it, he's most likely going to the plague area."

"I need a guide...or at least a map!" said Thomas.

"Guides are hard to find," Giuliano said. "But a map is no problem. I can have one copied overnight and give it to you tomorrow morning."

"That'll do!" Thomas said. "Also, are there any skilled goldsmiths in town?"

"Yes, it's in the east of the city... Thomas, if you feel in danger, come back immediately!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Giuliano." Thomas laughed. He didn't think he was in any danger.

After all, divine power has the ability to heal all injuries.

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Rostislav awoke from his stupor.

He instinctively tried to move, but found himself unable to do so. When he looked carefully, he discovered that he was tied to a stone bed.

It was a very thick hemp rope, wrapped around the body again and again, tied extremely tightly.

He struggled a bit, but found that he couldn't get free at all.

Looking at the surroundings again, it was a bit dark, and I confirmed that this was a basement or a cave.

How is this going?

The memories in my mind gradually emerged in my mind. Oh, right, I came here...

"You have a very good physique," a voice sounded.

Rostislav looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman dressed in black with a veil on her face.

"I thought you were going to sleep a little longer..."

The noise of Rostislav's struggle attracted the other party.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Rostislav took a deep breath and smelled an unknown smell.

"You don't need to worry about where you are. You just need to know that you are now my...experimental subject!" The woman stared at Rostislav's body, her eyes full of greed.

That is not the greed of men and women, but something else.

A master craftsman seeing perfect raw materials, a gambler seeing dice, or a miser seeing gold would probably reveal this kind of greed.

"Tsk tsk... a healthy body that has been well-trained and well-nourished... It's been a long time since I got such a perfect test subject!" The woman shook her hair lightly, and her veil floated up.

Although this moment was not enough to see the woman's true face, it was enough to see the various pustules and blood sores under the veil.

Chapter 6 Evil God 1

Rostislav was stunned by the instinctive disgust and fear.

He stared at the other person's veil.

"Haha," the woman laughed and simply took off her veil.

That face made Rostislav almost want to vomit.

Damn, compared to this face, even lepers can be considered handsome.

"Haha..." The woman laughed, very satisfied with the effect of her true appearance. "Isn't it scary? This is the result of my experimentation on my own body. It was a huge price to pay, but... it's worth it!"

"I can't just waste a precious test subject like you," the woman said. "Don't worry, for now, you can live well. Wait until I prepare a disease specifically for you! Wait... maybe the disease isn't good, but the poison is?"

"You...you are simply a lunatic!!" Rostislav struggled and tried to break free, but to no avail.

Apart from the fact that the rope was tied very tightly, he felt that he was not strong enough.

My body is affected by something I don't know, and I can't move my strength.

"Do you know who I am? I am a messenger sent by the city lord!" Rostislav finally couldn't help but roared loudly.

Actually, he didn't. He came here privately.

But it didn't matter, as long as he said it, Giuliano would definitely admit it later.

He hadn't wanted to say this at first, because once he did, there would be no room for easing the situation. But now that things had come to this, he was afraid that if he didn't speak out, he would be finished soon!

This woman is crazy.

He actually used himself as an experiment!

"Oh, the city lord's messenger?" The woman showed a hint of interest in her eyes.

"Lord Giuliano sent me," Rostislav said. "I bring the goodwill of the city lord. He hopes to coexist peacefully with you... If you dare to harm me, you will suffer the consequences!"

"City Lord? Giuliano? That name doesn't sound... well, doesn't sound like a Star-Moon Cult?" The woman's eyes flickered with surprise. "Christian? So, the lord of this place is a Christian? That's a bit troubling..."

"Interesting... The City Lord contacted me?" the woman paused. "Then, Messenger, since you represent the City Lord's goodwill, you must have brought a token of gratitude?"

"Is it a gift for me? Or a handwritten letter?"

A hint of despair gradually appeared in Rostislav's eyes.

He brought nothing.

Without any proof of his identity, he would probably...

"Hahahaha..." The woman noticed his change in expression. "So it was fake."

"That's an interesting idea." He patted Rostislav's cheek, sending a tingling sensation down the scalp of the battle-hardened middle-aged mercenary. "Stay put, I'll go study this."

She casually took out a liquid from her side and sprinkled it on Rostislav's face.

The liquid was cold and had an indescribable smell.

As I smelled the smell, a strong feeling of dizziness suddenly came over me.

Rostislav said nothing and fell asleep again.

The woman in black was satisfied and turned to leave. She walked through the stone hall and came to a staircase leading up.

Going up the steps, you come to an ancient and desolate ruin.

This is the ruins of an ancient city that has been forgotten.

Of course, although it is a ruin, it has been slightly renovated now, and at least a few mansions have been restored.

She walked towards another very simple house.

Although it was simple, it had been renovated and turned into a small meeting room.

When she walked in, there were already five or six people waiting there.

There were men and women sitting in a semicircle. People were not close to each other, and were only two or three meters apart.

In the center of the semicircle, there is a small towering platform, like the highest throne.

Time passed little by little, and two or three more people arrived.

About half an hour later.

A figure in a gray-white dress flew over from a distance. The movement and speed were more like hovering flight than walking.

In fact it is.

Without any sound of footsteps, she had already arrived at the throne and sat down.

The figure turned around, and it could be seen that she was wearing a blank silver mask, and a strange pattern was painted in the center of her clothes.

It was a skinny human hand raised upward, surrounded by a layer of smoke or dust.

"Why is there one person missing?" the figure asked. "Where's Drake?"

"He's gone shopping for supplies," a woman replied. "We need some glassware here, and he went to the village to ask for it, but there's none there, so he'll have to go to the city. If the city doesn't have it, he'll probably have to go to Acre, and it'll probably take him ten days to get back."

"Well, then, forget about him. Now... I have successfully stimulated the divinity within me!" said the masked woman. "Now, I have reached the final step."

"Right now, the world is in turmoil, the situation is changing. The war between the two major sects, Christianity and the Crescent Moon, is raging, and as a result, they have relaxed their control over smaller forces. This is a once-in-a-century opportunity. It's time for us to seize the chaos, unify the Near East, and dominate the world!"

The masked woman's voice was cold and stern, full of absolute confidence.

"Sir... are you... about to take the final step?" Upon hearing this, everyone present showed no doubt at all. Instead, their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were getting excited.

"I conducted preliminary experiments a few days ago, and they were successful!" the masked woman replied coldly. "Now, we should choose a populated area and spread the plague first. Then, using the excuse of curing illnesses, we can spread our teachings and attract followers. Although Christians and the Star-Crescent Cult are powerful, they must compromise when faced with a plague."

"This is also the last experiment. If everything goes well, we can take the opportunity to expand. Even if things don't go well, we can still learn from the experience."

"Your Excellency will surely succeed immediately and raise the throne high!" Everyone looked excited and fell to the ground and shouted.

"But..." a woman asked worriedly. "I heard the fighting between Christians and Crescent Moon believers has eased recently... I'm afraid they can now focus more on fighting the epidemic and using quarantine to prevent its spread."

"Don't worry," the masked woman said. "I've obtained a very useful disease! No matter how strict the precautions, it won't stop its spread. As long as the plague spreads quickly enough, under the threat of death and suffering, even the eloquent words of the Christian and Crescent Cult clergy won't stop the lower classes from converting!"

"As long as the plague spreads, we'll have the final say!" the masked woman said with absolute confidence, arms outstretched. "We don't even need to do anything. Those devout believers who would rather die than change their faith, we can just leave them alone and let them die!"

"Just watch, everyone. Christianity, the Star-Moon Cult, no matter how brilliant their theological debates, no matter how sharp their rhetoric, it's useless! If you don't submit, die!"

"This time we will surely create eternal glory!"

Chapter 7 Evil God 2

Everyone fell to the ground and shouted "Long live!" enthusiastically.

They had no doubt about the witch master's words.

Because the effect of the plague is really too powerful.

This is not something that can be dealt with by swords, strategies or money.

In the face of the plague, human power is simply insignificant.

A plague can easily destroy an army, ruin a country, and even wipe out civilization.

"However... although we must begin preparations, we still have a flaw." The witch looked around at everyone. "I need to research a suitable poison. This poison will be used to protect ourselves. It must have an immediate killing effect on everyone, so as to ensure the progress of the plague's spread."

Although the plague is powerful and invincible, they, as human beings, have weaknesses.

Spreading the plague is a means, not an end. The end is to use the plague to spread faith.

Although swords could not stop the plague, they could kill those who deliberately spread the plague. Once these clergymen died, the goal of spreading faith and recruiting believers would become a tree without roots and water without source.

Of course, she could train the next batch of clergy, it would only take a few months.

But it's a waste of time after all.

Although these plague messengers can research, create and spread various diseases, they lack a reliable way to protect themselves.

Poison is obviously the best choice.