A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Forcing those people to rush upwards.

He could already see that Darissa had consumed a lot of energy.

During this period, she obviously did not get enough rest, and her previous injuries gradually worsened, and her combat effectiveness began to decline.

The fact that the other party doesn't dare to engage in close combat reveals a lot of information.

So he became more and more confident that Darissa would not be able to escape today!

We’re almost done!

The sound of musketry continued and the long-range shooting never stopped.

Although Darissa took advantage of the terrain and avoided almost all attacks, even a blind cat can catch a dead mouse.

Finally, a bullet hit her shoulder.

The armor was torn by the bullet, and a ball of blood bloomed.

Darissa turned pale and walked away.

She had been trying to fight guerrilla warfare and refused to leave the area, but now she had to leave.

The injury is not serious. Just put on a simple bandage and apply some hemostatic medicine and it will be fine.

But now she has run out of even the bandages and hemostatics.

Her eyes were dim as she darted through the forest, leaving her pursuers far behind in the blink of an eye.

In the back, Polei continued to urge everyone to chase.

This forest is not actually very large, but it is definitely not something that can be blocked by a thousand people.

Hundreds of people may sound like a lot, but when magnified in the natural world, they mean nothing. It is impossible to completely surround them.

Moreover, for true masters, many terrains that are inaccessible to normal people do not pose any obstacles to them.

Darissa cannot be caught, and what everyone is actually searching for is the little prince.

Someone had already prepared hounds, and they were using their sense of smell to slowly chase the creature. So they didn't lose sight of the pursuit.

Perhaps it was the effect of the freezing weather, but the smell of grass and trees in the forest was inexplicably pungent.

In the silence, faint screams can be heard in the distance.

Thomas, holding a musket, followed his seven men forward.

He did not reveal at all that he had trained in physical skills, and his advancing speed was the same as that of an ordinary soldier.

Due to the snow and forest terrain, we walked quite slowly.

"It seems like there's a counterattack over there." Yanos said nervously beside him.

There were no casualties among the seven of them. It was not because they were strong, but because Thomas had prepared muskets in advance.

And picked a good location.

Now everyone admires Thomas's foresight.

"Affirmative," Thomas said with a stern expression. He could also hear the screams from the other side; it was clear that Darissa had launched a counterattack.

In this situation, the team he led would delay as much as possible.

Those who rushed too fast became cannon fodder.

This also allowed him to truly witness the power of protecting the country... This level is actually beyond the scope of normal logic.

This has reached a point where... what can only be described as transformation from decay to magic.

A pointed stick made of wood could pierce armor and penetrate a human body, while a metal-tipped javelin could easily penetrate a shield.

If she has a good horse and enough javelins, she can use kite tactics to destroy an army very stably.

Killing dozens or hundreds of people without any loss in a single day! No army can stand it.

The strongest enemy Thomas had ever encountered was the Beast Lord. Only with the help of magic could Thomas barely defeat the Beast Lord.

But if Darissa encounters the Beast Lord, she can probably kill him with two or three javelins.

This was just an estimate, because it was unclear whether her javelin could kill the Beast Lord, but Thomas felt that there was a high probability that it could.

This is simply incredible!

However, I guess only people with discerning eyes can see it.

During the fight just now, Thomas always made sure that there was no direct line between him and Darissa. There must be people or trees in between.

Or at least that's the case when the other party has the javelin in his hand, ready to throw.

However, he also realized that if this continued, Darissa would definitely lose.

Just as the Beast Lord said, the human body is fragile after all.

It's easy to get injured and get tired easily.

"Hurry, hurry, keep up!" The messenger from the front came over to urge.

Thomas' mind raced, thinking constantly while trying to keep pace.

You can't go in too quickly and die, nor can you go in too slowly and be accused of being a coward.

Some soldiers in the front retreated, these were carrying the wounded and corpses.

Darissa refused to leave and turned back to fight back, which meant that the little prince was nearby.

The sight of wounded soldiers and corpses filled everyone with fear.

Thomas saw the body of a knight.

The knight's armor is still very obvious and different, and you can see it at a glance.

The person who had set out with me before now had half of his head smashed by stones, and was covered in red and white blood, looking extremely miserable.

Open your eyes wide and die with your eyes open.

Everyone in the group felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

Chapter 87: Protecting the Nation 8

After walking a little further, the noise ahead became louder.

Thomas saw what was happening over there from a distance.

There was a steep slope ahead, and Darisa was guarding the top of it.

This steep slope had a complex terrain, one of the few relatively open areas in the forest. Shrubs, strange rocks, a single, upright pine tree, and a moderately large stream all combined to create a chaotic fragmentation of the landscape.

Behind Darisa, there should be a small flat area with temporary shacks vaguely visible.

The little prince is probably right here.

As long as we capture Darisa, we can go up and see what's going on.

In fact, the only difficulty in capturing the little prince lies in this national defender.

Due to the terrain restrictions, it is impossible for a large number of people to go up and attack.

Only about ten people can go up at a time.

If you shoot with muskets or crossbows, they will hide behind rocks and throw stones back with slings.

Even though the flying stones had a low chance of hitting someone, with only one of two or three hitting the target, even if they did, they would either kill or injure the person. Even worse, the stones were in endless supply, readily available throughout the mountains.

Darissa also carried five more javelins on her back. However, she would not waste them easily this time, as she would only save them for stronger enemies.

When Thomas arrived, he saw a group of about ten people rushing forward and engaging in close combat with Darissa.

In this case, long-range attacks will be temporarily suspended to avoid accidentally hurting one's own people.

Darissa's weapon was a small battle axe, which she should normally use with a shield, but she didn't bring a shield.

He swung the axe and killed them one by one.

It was as if it was not a fight, but chopping branches.

To be honest, her movements weren't particularly fast, and her strikes weren't particularly powerful, but she could always kill her opponents instantly.

If you look closely, you will have a very strange feeling, that there is something unusual in the seemingly ordinary.

She only attacks, not defends.

From beginning to end, he didn't use the axe to make any defensive blocking movements, but simply raised the axe and chopped it down.

But even with such a simple move, he would force his opponent to block every time, and then be knocked down by the axe.

Her movements were not fast, but they were just a little faster than the other person's.

Her strength may not seem strong, but she can kill the opponent along with his weapons and armor.

"A huge mental pressure..." Thomas muttered to himself softly.

Thomas hadn't actually been in combat, so he could only guess what had caused this situation.

It should be that when facing Darisa, he felt tremendous mental pressure, which led to a lack of confidence and he instinctively chose to block and counterattack.

This is a subconscious instinct of human beings, an intuitive reaction to the threat of death, and it is extremely difficult to resist.

Then he was chopped to death by the opponent with an axe. The more you fear death, the more likely you are to die!

There were more than ten warriors, most of whom should have been excellent fighters with more than ten years of hard training. But at this moment, they were killed instantly with just a single axe blow.

The ground was littered with corpses, and when every last man was killed and there was no chance of accidental injury, the ranged troops opened fire.

Unfortunately, Darissa hid behind a big rock one step ahead and started to fight back with flying stones.

A flying stone hit a musketeer's leg, breaking his thigh and protruding the broken bones.

The musketeer howled miserably, and several people nearby carried him away and replaced him with another.

"You, come on!" Polei ordered a knight commander beside him to attack. He couldn't hold back and was about to play his trump card.

The Knight Commander said nothing more and led his team forward.

An elite warrior, armed with a sword and shield.

His shield wasn't just an ordinary wooden shield covered in iron, it was an iron shield. It was extraordinary.

The Knight Commander took the lead, followed closely by a dozen knights, who descended the slope, waded through the water, skirted the bushes, and charged towards the enemy.

The shooter stopped firing at this time to avoid accidentally hurting his own people.

Darisa emerged from behind the rock and faced the knights. She had already taken the javelin from her back.

Throw it with all your strength.

The thrown javelin seemed to pierce the sound barrier, making an astonishing explosion.

The knight commander was struck directly. The javelin pierced the shield from the front, sending him flying high into the air, flying dozens of steps before landing on the ground. It was more like being hit by a cannon than by a javelin.

There was no need to even check his injuries to know he was dead.

An elite knight commander, a powerful man who transcended life and death and unleashed extraordinary potential, died in such an unclear manner.

The other knights paused, then continued their charge. But it was no use. Darissa, brandishing her axe, killed all the knights in less than a minute. However, she was also wounded during the fight, her second injury.

The musketeers opened fire again, and Darissa hid behind the stone again.

A small group of people moved forward and dragged down the bodies one by one. These people were not attacked.

This allowed Thomas to directly see the power of national defense.

The true strength to directly resist thousands of troops without any falsehood. Even the elite troops would not be able to survive a single encounter in front of the national defense.

"You, go ahead!" Polei said in a cold voice, looking at another team of knights.

At this time, this team of knights hesitated to move forward.

The leading knight had a grim expression on his face, but in this situation the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.

In desperation, he raised his shield and led the team forward.

This time, they were taken care of while wading across the stream. Two flying stones flew out from behind a large rock, and the two knights fell.

The Knight Commander wanted to rush forward quickly, but he couldn't withstand a javelin that came flying from the sky, as fast as lightning.

Then more flying rocks.