A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

His injuries were getting worse, his strength was exhausted, and he was no longer a threat even to the country.

As he chased, he began to get ahead of Thomas. His attention was diverted from Thomas.

But he still left a cold word.

"Follow me, or you will be court-martialed!"

Thomas quietly slowed down his pace and finally stopped.

"Captain," Janos stumbled over from behind. "Should we retreat further?"

Janos has always been a brave man, but he was still shocked by the previous battle and lost a lot of courage.

If Thomas had been forced into battle before, he would have been forced to follow, and so would everyone else, and everyone would have died.

After witnessing Darissa's fighting power, I realized that there was no possibility of survival in that situation.

And it was the same now. If he continued like that, he would be captured by the special envoy and used as a butcher's pawn.

"Nonsense!" Thomas, having already made up his mind, shouted. "The envoy is now desperately battling that witch. Even if we can't keep up, we can only pursue her. What's the point of retreating?"

He was furious.

Before, Polei actually dared to threaten him in public and asked him to be cannon fodder and die?

He just left those harsh words again, saying that he would be subject to military law.

This person is so rampant, so he will help him and send him to death!

Since coming to this world, this was the first time he had been forced into such a predicament. The first time he had been coerced like this.

If it weren't for a sudden inspiration and a plan to divert the other party's attention... I would probably have given up everything and become a fugitive by now.

Because going forward means death, while disobeying means a life-or-death struggle. If you have to make a choice, you'd rather take the life-or-death struggle.

Hearing Thomas' words, Janos and the others felt a chill in their hearts. They had never expected Sir Thomas to say such a thing.

To be honest, at this moment everyone hopes that the envoy named Polei will die quickly. Who would be willing to chase after him?

"However, there are too many wounded now. You should rescue them first. I will go to support the special envoy!"

Thomas said, ignoring the others' response, and chased forward. In order to facilitate the movement, the muskets were thrown away.

If Polei died in this forest, we could destroy the body and put the blame on Darisa.

It would be best if we could capture the little prince by then, but if we fail... who can find a dead man to confront himself with?

The further you go, the fewer people there are.

Those with long legs, those who chased too close, were all killed. Corpses were seen along the way.

Those with short legs, or those who pretend to have short legs, will fall behind without realizing it.

The morale of the Knights was crushed, not to mention the other soldiers. We were all born of the same mother, and facing the high pressure of Polei, even if we couldn't resist openly, we would at least let him go in secret.

At the beginning, there were quite a few people who fell behind, but as they chased them, they could only see corpses from time to time to guide the direction.

The dog's barking, which had originally guided the direction, had stopped forever, at some point.

There were also several close confidants around Polei, who turned into corpses on the roadside one by one, serving as signposts to guide Thomas in the direction.

When Thomas finally caught up, he found himself in a clearing in the forest.

Specifically, it is a valley.

The melted snow gathered and formed a temporary river.

Several figures were facing each other by the river.

Darissa was still standing there, but she was covered in blood and wounds.

In this battle, she had already killed two to three hundred people. Such a record naturally came at a price.

Anyone with eyes can see that she is fighting desperately like a trapped beast.

On the contrary, Polei looked at the woman in front of him with a stern gaze. He was accompanied by several subordinates, one of whom was a knight.

These few people are his last capital.

The two men stood in a standstill for a while, neither taking any action.

Darissa must have really been unable to run anymore, so she made up her mind to fight to the death.

Polei, on the other hand, should be assessing the other party. He knew he was on his last breath, but the more so, the more he couldn't let him go. If he left, he would find a place to recuperate, which would be a serious problem.

As long as we kill her, it won't be difficult to find the little prince.

"Go!" he ordered.

The three men rushed forward together.

When it comes to defending the country, this is not the time to talk about chivalry.

Chapter 90: Fierce Battle 2

Several figures entangled with each other, and weapons collided with each other.

Thomas saw that in the previous battles, Darissa killed her opponents in seconds, one at a time, no more difficult than chopping wood.

But now, exhausted and wounded, Darissa couldn't kill with one blow. The two sides attacked and defended each other, and the clanging sound of collisions was accompanied by sparks flying.

Thomas hid in the distance, taking cover from a bush, and watched the battle unfold in the distance.

Darisa was still very strong, but she was clearly at a disadvantage under the siege of three enemies.

The key is one of them.

The man, however, only attacked, not defended, acting like a madman. He wielded a two-handed sword, slashing and slashing frantically, each move a gesture of mutual destruction. Combined with the other two flanking attacks, Darissa found it incredibly difficult to cope.

"Come on! Kill me! Bitch, weren't you very arrogant just now!?" The man was not only ferocious with his hands, but also kept swearing.

He looked crazy and moved violently.

"You killed them all... Now I'm the only one left. Kill me too if you dare!"

However, although Darissa was at a disadvantage, she was still quick and was able to avoid attacks at critical moments.

Thomas in the distance shook his head unconsciously.

Although this brother was fearless and willing to sacrifice his life, it still didn't work.

Martial arts is a competition to see who reveals a flaw first.

He is now just relying on the momentum of dying together to cover up his own flaws.

Of course, there was also the factor that Darissa had suffered multiple injuries and was physically exhausted, which led to a significant reduction in her combat effectiveness.

If Darissa was in her prime, no matter how brave he was, she could still easily find his flaws and kill him instantly.

But Darissa didn't fight back, not because she couldn't find a flaw, but because she couldn't exploit it even if she did. Due to injury and fatigue, her strength and speed had dropped significantly, and she was no longer able to exploit even the smallest flaw.

Of course, big flaws are definitely an exception.

She has been persisting and patiently waiting for her opportunity to come.

This kind of patience alone is an excellent quality that most ordinary people do not possess.

Thomas knew that as long as he was patient enough, this opportunity would come sooner or later.

Finally, after fighting each other for about a hundred moves, the opportunity came.

The berserker with red eyes finally used too much force in one move and failed to restrain his strength in time, resulting in a flaw.

Darissa's hands suddenly accelerated, switching from defense to offense, and the axe chopped down fiercely.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other two immediately attacked, wanting to attack Wei to save Zhao.

A short spear stabbed her thigh and a long sword slashed at her back.

But Darissa was completely unaware and took the side attack head-on, which resulted in her being hit directly by an axe.

The man's chest and abdomen were completely cut open, and all his internal organs flowed out at once.

Then he turned around, used his muscles to clamp the short spear that pierced his thigh, and took the opportunity when the other party tried to draw his spear, raised his axe and split his head in half.

The third man retreated in shock, but Darissa roared and threw the axe in her hand.

Caught off guard, the axe hit the third man's forehead, splitting his helmet and skull apart.

It is indeed extremely fierce.

A wounded lion is still a lion. No one dares to invade it until it is completely dead.

At the cost of two serious injuries, Darissa killed three people.

However, just as Darissa took back her battle axe, Polei in the distance finally took action.

He was chanting some kind of spell when suddenly, around him, clusters of light gathered. There were many of them, perhaps a dozen or even twenty. Then, all of a sudden, these lights flew towards their target like shooting stars.

Darissa tried to dodge, but it was no use. The orbs of light tracked her automatically.

Every time a ball of light hits Darisa, it explodes, leaving behind a small splash of blood.

So many light balls hit Darissa, knocking her to the ground. All the injuries she had suffered in the past, combined, were probably not as severe as this one.

"Hahahaha... a simple strike, a simple strike..." Polei couldn't help but laugh as he saw the easy success. "Protecting the country... that's all."

"Lady Darissa, how does this Missile Storm perform? Is it pleasing to your eyes?"

The other person was lying on the ground, motionless and silent. He must be unable to move or even unconscious.

"So in the end," he smiled, preparing his next spell. "The real power is magic."

Although these elite soldiers and national defenders are highly regarded, they are also very vulnerable when facing magic.

"Wait!" a childish voice sounded.

Polei was also surprised, but he found that a little boy had appeared from behind a stone nearby.

Not too old, not too small either, probably around eight or nine years old. The oldest is no more than ten years old.

He had hidden well, perfectly even. If he had continued to hide, Polei wouldn't have found him even after the battle.

Of course, if it automatically came out at this moment, that would be another matter.

Although the little boy's clothes were dirty, it was obvious that they were made of fine materials and were not ordinary items.

Polei's mouth widened with laughter. Although it was the first time he saw this boy, he knew who he was without asking.

This was the real target of his action, the little prince from the Bulgar Khanate.

I thought that even if I killed this woman, he would still have to go through a lot of trouble to find the little prince, but I didn't expect him to escape on his own. This is really a double blessing.

"I agree to your request and I will go to Kiev!" the little boy said eagerly. "But don't kill her!"

He stood in front of the female guard who was lying motionless on the ground, facing Polei.

"Your Highness, I'm so sorry." Polei's mouth curved into a cruel arc. "I'm afraid I can't agree to this request."

This time, he pursued her relentlessly, and he and Darisa had a life-and-death feud.

How can we not take this opportunity to nip the weeds in the bud?

Moreover, if we don’t kill her, what if she recovers from her injuries and comes back to kidnap the little prince?

Don't say this is impossible, he is a protector of the country after all.

For Huguo, nothing is impossible!

He took a step forward, but the little prince uttered a cry of anger. "Don't come near me!"

Polei shrugged, paused, and began to prepare another spell.

The light of the flame flickered around him.

"Wait!" the little prince suddenly shouted. He had unknowingly drawn a dagger and put it to his neck.

"If you do this, I'll kill myself!"

The flames disappeared, and Polei looked at the little prince in astonishment.

"If you can't bring me back alive, you will be in trouble too!" said the little prince, with a firm look in his eyes, which made people not doubt his courage to commit suicide.

"This...this..." Polei looked at the little prince intently. "Ah...this is really surprising."

The next second, a ferocious look appeared on his face.