A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

In addition to the foul smell, these mucus also have strong corrosive ability.

Thomas saw that the ground was corroded and emitting acrid black smoke.

But in the end, the amount that splashed on his body was too small, and apart from corroding holes in his clothes, there was nothing serious.

Thomas took off his robe and threw it aside.

"Quite capable!" the black-clad woman said with a hint of surprise. "Quick moves... amazing reaction speed! No wonder you dared to come in here alone. What a pity... what a pity you met me!"

She suddenly made a move to rush out and attack.

Then, just as Thomas was concentrating on preparing for defense, a black light suddenly attacked from behind.

It was a flying beetle that was not very big.

The beetle's body is pitch black, but its six legs are colorful. It's obvious it's highly poisonous.

It looked like a head-on confrontation, but in fact it was a sneak attack.

This technique of poisoning insects is her specialty.

This special beetle was cultivated using the power bestowed by its master.

It usually lives in oneself and is in tune with one's mind.

It is quietly released during battle, specifically attacking from behind, from the soles of the feet, and from various difficult-to-detect defensive positions, making it impossible to defend against.

Beetles carry several toxins and can even implant their eggs into humans.

Even if the opponent has extremely strong resistance to poison, or simply uses magic to cure the poison, it will be useless.

It only takes about ten minutes for the larvae to hatch quickly, and then they can bite from the surface of the body all the way inwards to the internal organs.

In just one or two hours, death is certain, and in the meantime, one has to endure endless pain.

The woman in black mastered this move and had ambushed countless people with it.

Because it's really impossible to defend.

Seeing that Thomas' attention was drawn to her and he was about to make a defensive move, the woman in black knew in her heart that the outcome was decided.

The opponent will definitely not be able to defend against this move!

But suddenly, without turning his head, Thomas swung a sword behind him.

The long sword hit the beetle accurately.

The Secret Technique of Steel Soul: Identifying Devices by Listening!

It is said to be "listening to the sound", but in fact it is not listening with the ears, but relying on the spiritual field to sense the beetle attacking from behind.

The highly poisonous beetles pose a great threat to the human body, but they have no ability to resist sharp blades.

With just one sword strike, the beetle was cut in two.

Thomas lowered his head and glanced at the black beetle with its colorful six legs. When he looked back at the other person, he saw that his expression had changed drastically.

It turned out to be the other party’s method!

"Good move!" Thomas sneered, holding a sword in one hand and a new flintlock rifle in the other, with the muzzle pointing at the head of the woman in black.

"But, ma'am, times have changed! Try my tricks too!"

The woman tried desperately to dodge, but the gun kept moving with her movements, always aiming at her head.

"Wait... let me go, I..." she screamed suddenly.

Although the Plague Messengers have strong attack capabilities, their defense capabilities are really insufficient.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, I realized that I had no power to resist the bullet.

In fact, she had no idea where Thomas had pulled out the second flintlock.

Thomas's double-barreled flintlock rifle had clearly been fired and could only be thrown aside.

But it was too late.

There was a bang.

The bullet entered her between the eyebrows and ripped off her entire skull.

"That's amazing!" said Thomas.

Finally, a stronger one has arrived!

Compared with those unrefined methods of poisoning just now, this woman's trick of controlling poisonous insects is indeed very powerful.

While it wasn't a face-to-face warrior's way, it was a method of assassination that left no trace. It was truly ingenious.

It's a pity that we are standing in the opposite direction.

And I guess she has other tricks up her sleeve. So I just shot her in the head, clean and neat!

The remaining people were stunned when they saw the woman in black being killed, but they quickly came to their senses.

They rushed up one by one, shouting angrily.

Thomas immediately retreated and replaced his hand with a double-barreled flintlock rifle.

One of them ripped open his outer robe, exposing his shoulder and revealing a huge abscess.

The abscess shrank a little, and like a water gun, streams of foul-smelling yellow water spurted out of it.

But Thomas dodged it easily and opened fire.

Direct headshot.

Although these people are strange, times have changed.

Bullets are the real killer.

They are no match for bullets!

After firing two bullets, he immediately threw them away and replaced them with another flintlock rifle.

In just a few tens of seconds, more than ten "messengers of God" gathered here were almost all killed, with only the last one left.

He stood there blankly, looking at his many colleagues who were killed, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

How can this be?

"Ah!!!" He roared in horror and pounced towards the enemy.

This time Thomas had to use a sword.

In the battle just now, he had used all his muskets.

Even the two flintlock pistols were used up.

But the two sides had just approached each other, and Thomas had not yet had time to launch an attack...

The other party suddenly exploded like a bomb.

Countless pieces of foul-smelling flesh and blood fell on him.

Thomas groaned, took a step back, and simply took off his shirt and threw it away.

Damn, I’m all dirty!

But that’s all!

In the entire stone hall, only a few people in the distance who were obviously dressed as guards or maids were still alive.

They watched as all the gods' messengers were killed and fled in terror.

Thomas thought about it and decided not to chase after her.

Cleanse your body before moving forward.

Anyway, he has water and a change of clothes!

Section 17 Plague and Poison 1

Rostislav woke up from his coma.

Memories suddenly flooded back in his mind, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he had changed places.

The surroundings have changed into a new environment. A light-colored curtain can be seen above the head, and a tapestry is hung on the wall a little further away. The ground beneath the body has also become softer, probably with a mattress.

Only the light was still not very bright. It was obvious that either it was night time or this place was a secret room.

He tried to move, then realized he was still tied up.

When he raised his eyes, he saw a woman walking up to him, standing beside the bed, looking down at him.

The woman had a silver mask on her face, but the mask was special in that it had no facial features.

Even through the mask, I could still feel that dangerous gaze.

Some force was stimulating his instincts, telling him that this woman was very dangerous.

You must escape immediately, immediately.

But in fact, he was tied up tightly, so it was impossible for him to escape.

The woman was wearing a plain white dress, but a unique pattern was embroidered on her chest.

A withered arm stretched upward, as if trying to grasp something, surrounded by a layer of light smoke.

"Who are you?" Rostislav asked.

"Indeed, a rare gifted individual." The woman didn't reply, instead speaking to herself. "He's clearly over forty and has experienced many battles, but he's incredibly healthy and well-trained..."

"A normal person would already have many hidden injuries. While not fatal, they would often flare up and cause unbearable pain. In another ten or twenty years, their lifespan would be over."

"But you can't. Your extraordinary talent allows you to live for at least another thirty or forty years!"

"They're right. You're excellent material. You'll help me further refine my powers! Using you to test for poisons or illnesses would be a waste!"

As she spoke, the woman's hands were poking and touching Rostislav's body.

Just like a picky customer choosing fresh meat in a butcher shop.

There was a hurried knock on the door.

"Master! Master! Something terrible has happened!" The maid's voice came from afar.

"I told you not to disturb me!" The silver-faced woman was obviously angry and turned her head to yell at the door.

"The enemy...the enemy is coming!"

"What? An enemy? Didn't I send the Plaguebringers to kill him?"

"The plague messengers who rushed over... all the plague messengers were killed!" The maid outside cried.

"How is that possible? How many enemies are coming?"

"One person! Only one person!"

"Are all the plague messengers killed?" The silver-faced woman was stunned.

Not really... Although this happened suddenly, we should be able to gather at least ten plague messengers in a short period of time!

Although she was dissatisfied with the trash and even considered replacing it...

But it’s not so easy for mere mortals to kill them!

"Yes, Master... The invaders are still coming and are almost here!"

"Waste!" The silver-masked woman's voice turned incredibly cold. "I gave them so much power, and they can't even handle such a small matter! They'd rather die!"

She left the bedside.

"How many are left alive?" she asked, walking to the wall and picking up a machete hanging on it.

Calling it a scimitar was a bit of an exaggeration, as the weapon was severely corroded. Besides the rust on the surface, there were also a lot of cracks on the entire blade.

In fact, no one could tell whether it was a knife, a sword, or something else.

If you go somewhere else, this kind of junk would be thrown on the ground and no one would pick it up - even if someone did, they would only get a copper coin by selling it to a blacksmith!

"There are three or four more... they are all outside..." the maid replied.

The silver-faced woman didn't say anything, but pushed the door open and walked out.

There weren't just three or four people outside.