A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

In addition to the two balls that are kept in reserve for any eventuality, there are still six balls of divine power available for use.

Besides the air mass in his chest becoming stronger, he felt his mental power becoming quite solid. This solidity had reached a certain limit, like the transition from gas to liquid.

It seems like more can be done.

You can now try to... influence others.

Use your own mental power to interfere with the will of others.

Previously, he was able to use his mental power to influence the material world in a very small range, focusing on affecting himself.

But now it’s possible to do more.

Thomas took out the booklet he had prepared earlier, which was given to him by Gandalf, and it contained the techniques of the Steel Soul Mysticism.

Those techniques, which have been repeatedly studied and researched by predecessors, tell you what you can do in battle with a spiritual field of this level.

The first method is to use your mind to disrupt the opponent's will. The effect is to cause the opponent to panic and their hit rate to drop significantly. If this continues, the opponent will miss even motionless targets. Furthermore, this disruption is comprehensive, affecting all enemies within the mental field.

The second method is to use one's own will to assist one's movements. When using this technique, one uses mental energy to stimulate oneself, unleashing potential and instantly increasing speed, enough to create an afterimage in the enemy's vision. This not only increases speed momentarily, but also allows one to exploit momentum and attack.

Unfortunately, it was only a momentary acceleration, and was still subject to its own limits. It was unclear whether this instantaneous acceleration could surpass human limits.

The third method is a more powerful version of the first. Use the air to bless your weapon and attack the enemy's head. If you hit, the enemy may become dazed and vulnerable.

Of course, these are secondary, the most important thing is the Nightmare Sword.

These three combat techniques are very easy to master. Basically, two balls of divine power are enough to master them.

These abilities, or combat skills, are ultimately derived from it. Once the mental field is strong enough, it can be mastered with a little practice.

The divine power only saved Thomas from having to exercise, so the consumption was naturally not great.

The last one is to inject all the air into his sword.

In an instant, the originally metallic luster of the sword turned light red, like a ruby.

This is the second Nightmare Sword that Thomas has mastered.

It is no longer like before, where you just slightly stimulate the enemy's spirit and catch them off guard, but it truly affects the material world.

Once the sword penetrates the flesh, spiritual energy will be injected into the enemy's body, causing damage far greater than the sword's edge.

There are many more techniques besides these, but I don’t have enough divine power to practice them for the time being.

Just these few tricks are very useful.

Thomas washed off the potion that had turned his body into a sticky gel, then stood up and put on his clothes.

As soon as I put on my clothes, my spiritual field sensed someone coming outside the door.

The sensing ability of the spiritual field, which had expanded and extended compared to before, had also increased, and Thomas actually felt that the man was not his subordinate.

Knock knock knock, someone is knocking on the door.

Thomas prepared his sword with caution before opening the door.

The person outside the door was not someone else, but the elite knight commander - they were not familiar with each other, and Thomas didn't even know his name.

"Brother Thomas," the other party said. "Do you have a way to contact the Grand Duke? Any of his confidants, followers, or close ministers will do."

"No... I'm from Bohemia, and I don't have many connections here." Thomas remembered that the other party had said he was going to see the Grand Master. "What's going on? Come in and sit down for a while."

The other person came in and sat down at the table. Thomas still had some kvass, so he poured him a glass.

It was obvious that the Knight Commander was very upset.

This knight commander must be a native of Russia. He was tall and strong, like a brown bear, and had a bold personality. He drank the drink in one gulp.

"Dear brother, have you gone to see the Grand Commander?" Thomas found another can of liquor from the room and opened it.

Alcohol is a good thing, and even if you don't drink, you still need it. It's very convenient for treating minor wounds and disinfecting them. Of course, it's also useful for entertaining guests.

"Yeah." The other party smelled the aroma of wine and felt something.

"What happened?" Thomas poured the other person a drink. "The Grand Commander didn't see you?"

"Yes, but precisely because I saw it, so... brother... this matter is not easy to handle. I thought this was a political opportunity, but I didn't expect..." The other party picked up the wine glass and complained bitterly.

"What didn't you expect?"

"The captain told me that this matter involves many people. Many people at the top are involved, and there is pressure from many sides. It's not right for the captain to cooperate, and it's not right for him to not cooperate."

"This...what's there to be confused about? Anyway, we'll just listen to the Grand Master." Thomas didn't drink himself, but sat down to accompany the other man. "Just like when we swore the oath to join the Knights, we must obey our oath."

"Alas... you... don't know the hidden truth." The other man finished his drink and sighed. "This isn't just a simple opportunity to interfere with a foreign country, but rather involves a scandal."

Thomas fell silent.

scandal?

He couldn't understand how this matter was connected to a scandal. If there was a scandal, it should be someone else's scandal, not Kiev's. Someone else's scandal was a good thing, just the right thing to eat!

"Thank you for the wine," the man finished. "In short, don't get too excited about this. If you're unlucky enough to be caught up in it, remember to avoid getting too close. Protecting yourself is paramount. Anyone who knows too much will have trouble getting out. These high-level games are incredibly troublesome. It's hard to see clearly, and the slightest misstep can lead to disaster."

"But... it seems that quite a few people did die." Thomas said cautiously.

"Yes, many people died. They were Protectors of the Nation, or at least halfway to Protectors. They're very difficult to deal with," the Knight Commander said. "Brother Thomas, remember my words. Push them if you can, run if you can. Otherwise, if you're really pulled in, it'll be troublesome. It's difficult to fight them, but we also have to make sure we don't leak anything."

"What's going on?" Thomas became increasingly confused. "Isn't it just about catching a little prince?"

He poured the other person another glass.

"The little prince is secondary. What really matters is... his blood!"

“Glorious blood?” Thomas remembered what Gandalf had said.

"So you knew!" the other man slapped his thigh. "Anyway, it's best to stay as far away as possible. This kind of thing isn't the job of our Knights!"

"Ah... I don't think that's the right way to say it. The Star-Moon Cultists are pagans after all."

"Well, that's not wrong!" The other man drank it all in one gulp, feeling depressed. "Anyway, that's all I have to say, bro. Thanks for the wine, it's really good, not bad."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

Thomas looked at the other person's back and sneered.

He knew this was a blessing in disguise, and that even if it was, it was inevitable. Although it hadn't happened yet, he was almost certain to be dragged into it.

How can you avoid the counterattack of that bitch fate!

Chapter 84: Protecting the Nation 5

Now the problem is, we know there are risks, but we don’t understand the key.

Thomas closed the door and pondered how to deal with this situation.

He estimated that he could not defeat the Guardian. Even with such powerful equipment as the Thunder Sword, Thomas knew that he could not fight a thousand men alone.

The five-level (fifteen-level) evaluation system is not a scientific and rigorous system, but the different levels are indeed clearly distinguished.

Especially the highest level of "protecting the country".

Even with the lightning sword and protective bracelet, Thomas had no confidence.

However, when he was really drafted and put on the battlefield, Thomas had no choice but to go ahead with the words "Go" from behind.

If you run away, battlefield discipline is no joke.

Since ancient times, the execution of deserters on the battlefield has been common.

It was impossible to quit the Knights Templar and escape this battle at this point. If he really used this method, Thomas knew that his reputation would be immediately ruined, and he would even be executed without sympathy.

Furthermore, the matter of the illustrious blood was also puzzling. The little prince himself wasn't the point, but his blood?

The key to breaking the deadlock seems to lie in intelligence.

Without sufficient intelligence, knowing the reasons behind it, and being unable to find a solution, you can only go with the flow and let fate push you to the gallows.

Intelligence...intelligence...Now I am ordered to stay in the city of Kiev. Are there any channels here?

Thomas was suddenly startled.

Because he suddenly remembered that intelligence and the like were the main job of the Wolf's Den.

If Thomas's guess is correct, then tomorrow, when the envoy comes to mobilize troops, it will be the Knights' turn.

Because someone had already disobeyed orders today. Although it wasn't literal "disobedience," they clearly didn't want to die.

I guess there will be even fewer people who can be mobilized tomorrow.

No one from the Knights has been mobilized so far, so no matter what the reason, at least a team will be sent there to show their respect.

This team must have been picked randomly, and if they were picked randomly... then Thomas knew that he would definitely be chosen.

Otherwise, what's the point of talking about the backlash of fate!

Next time, Thomas might not only pluck the strings of fate until they smoke, but he might even break them!

"Only one night left?" Thomas murmured to himself.

He immediately put some makeup on his face, changed into a set of light clothes, and went to the wolf's den!

It's important to note that the search for the Little Prince had no impact on the city's overall situation. For most of the city's powerful and wealthy, the Little Prince's story was merely a topic of conversation after dinner. The singing and dancing continued, and life was as prosperous as ever. The brothels and theaters, both large and small, were still bustling with activity.

Thomas walked down the street inconspicuously like a ghost.

The wolf's den is just ahead. Just like before, knock on the door and enter.

"Master Wolf." Anna hadn't gone to bed yet.

"I want to ask, all the intelligence collected here is uploaded through you, right?" Thomas went straight to the point.

"Yes."

"Apart from this wolf's den, the information from other wolf dens is also forwarded through here, right?" Thomas asked.

"Yes, sir, do you want to see the intelligence? I will keep a backup, but only for one month." Anna replied.

"I want to see if a month's worth is enough," Thomas said.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

As he expected, the task of inquiring about the little prince's information was not given to him alone. Other wolf dens also received the same order.

Some of the news about the Wolf's Lair came through here.

Although each wolf den reports to the Wolf Lord, the birds themselves have a limited flying range, so intelligence often needs to be circulated through other wolf dens.

In addition, although Thomas is temporarily unable to take action, it does not affect the ability of other wolves to obtain information.

The news was also reported through Anna.

So, after just a few glances, he found the information he was interested in.

"The little prince's guard...is his name Darissa? Is he a woman?"

Darisa, whose origin is unknown and whose name may just be a pseudonym, is probably in her twenties and serves as a palace guard in the Bulgar Khanate.

The Xingyue Sect has always been a male-dominated society (although this is similar all over the world). Being able to obtain such a position in such a social environment speaks volumes.

This woman's strength is very strong.

Her martial arts skills have reached the pinnacle, either protecting the country or halfway to protecting the country. She has reached the point where people can ignore her gender.

There were only a few guards around the little prince now. The key was this woman named Darissa.

As long as she is defeated, the little prince will be in his hands.

Or rather, to Thomas, this Darisa seemed to be the source of danger.

His weapons of choice are battle axe and javelin.

During the escape from the Bulgar Khanate, there were more than one bloody battle, and this woman killed at least several hundred people.

I had inevitably been injured in this chaotic fight, but the extent of my injuries was unknown, and I didn't know the extent of them.

But other than that, there's no information worth mentioning.

As for the others... I can't find them. I don't know her origins, nor the characteristics of her martial arts. I only know that everyone who fought her died.

I did get some information about the special envoy, Polei.

This person is a distant relative of the Grand Duke, who was sent to become a monk when he was a child.

For a noble man, this was a legitimate choice, nothing surprising. However, no one could clearly explain where Mr. Polei had become a monk.