A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

But even though there was a whistling sound, it was just a lot of noise but little action. In the end, when one of the two sides was at a disadvantage, he had no intention of persisting and simply admitted defeat and left the stage.

If the losers were injured, they would go off the field to have their wounds bandaged. Those who were not injured would stand quietly in a distant corner, obviously no longer qualified to play.

Thomas was naturally the bye who didn't play. Many warriors, even the old priest above, cast glances at Thomas, but Thomas paid no attention.

Seventeen people are fighting against each other, so there must be one bye. It's simple math.

As long as you don't feel guilty, no one will suspect you.

The second round began, and this one was a little more intense and exciting than the previous one, because Thomas saw more than one kind of supernatural power.

As expected, when you cross the realm of life and death and step into the elite, the abilities you awaken are very different.

According to Gandalf, it depends on the most dominant power in the bloodline left by your ancestors.

One of them had a body as hard as diamond for a short period of time, and he actually used his head and face to take the opponent's attack without any injury.

However, the opponent's weapon was a heavy battle axe. Although the axe did not hurt him, the impact of the weapon knocked him to the ground, forcing him to admit defeat.

Or it could be said that his extraordinary power could only withstand one blow.

Although it is amazing, it also has great limitations.

Thomas increasingly felt that the elite were not as exaggerated as he had imagined.

He used to think that the elite were out of reach, because even his mentor, Giuliano, had not reached that level.

But now I feel that the so-called elite are actually just ordinary people with added superpowers.

And this superpower has obvious limitations.

Of course, there are exceptions like the Rotting Nightmare, but such exceptions are obviously rare.

The strongest manifest power of most humans is just that. While extraordinary, it's just that.

If ordinary people knew about the extraordinary abilities of the elite, even if they took targeted measures, they could still pose a greater threat to the elite.

The second round of competition is over.

The process was much more exciting than the first round. Although no one died, three people were injured, one of whom was seriously injured.

Even if they were not injured, it was not a perfunctory fight like the first round, but a real display of their level.

Thomas still did not play and became the one with a bye, so there are five people left now.

Everyone's attention was clearly focused on Thomas.

Thomas's absence from two consecutive rounds will naturally attract attention.

Thomas's rational mind told him that it didn't matter if he attracted attention, because someone would be left out anyway. But in reality, facing everyone's gaze, he still felt uneasy.

Because in these gazes, there is no emotion such as "suspicion" or "contempt".

Logically, Thomas's obvious act of cheating and taking advantage of others would surely arouse public hostility. But in fact, the opposite was true.

Not only did no one show hostility, on the contrary, some people's eyes showed obvious admiration.

Everyone else moved away from Thomas, intentionally or unintentionally.

However, this distance is not rejection, but a kind of...respect.

It’s like when you are facing someone you truly admire, you may not even dare to get close to him for fear of desecrating your idol.

What does it mean?

Did I do something wrong?

But he didn't have time to do more, let alone find a chance to ask, because the third round began.

There were five players in the third round, but only two matches were played, and then only three players remained.

The two games didn't take much time.

Thomas noticed that by this round, the battle had intensified.

Although it can be seen that there is still some reservation among the soldiers, it is not much.

It wasn't a life-or-death battle, but it was a fight where every last ounce of force was used, leaving no room for compromise. The loser had used all their might, and the winner had used their best skills.

The distant sacrificial ceremony was clearly nearing its climax. Faint cheers could be heard, almost giving the illusion that heaven and earth were shaking.

And here, in the midst of silence, a fierce fight was taking place.

Now there are only three of us.

Thomas was growing restless and wanted to play.

But just as he was about to take a step, the other two contestants who had not yet been eliminated looked at each other, and without giving Thomas any chance, they went straight up to fight.

Thomas took a deep breath and laughed at himself.

It is not easy to catch loopholes in fate.

From a certain perspective, the various difficulties he encountered now were the backlash of the previous plucking of the strings of fate.

This situation leaves no room for compromise.

Any retreat will only make fate tighten the noose.

The battle over there is already over.

The warrior he saw first won the victory.

He wore a helmet of horn iron inlaid with wild fur, and a suit of scale mail covered with woven bones, looking like a true pagan.

This time he did not leave the field after his victory, but waited for Thomas there.

Everyone present, including the old priest who had been watching the game, turned their eyes to Thomas.

Having come this far, there was no time to retreat. Thomas stepped forward, sword drawn. He was determined to face this fierce battle.

He had just seen that the pagan warrior's extraordinary ability should be strength.

With incredible power, a swing of the axe can knock an opponent of similar size, shield and body, flying away together.

If it were Thomas in his previous life, he would exclaim “Vajra Power”.

But if you don't hit the target, no matter how great the power is, it will be useless.

He walked to the center of the field and faced the warrior.

Then the other person fell to the ground with a thud on his knees.

Chapter 100 Sacrifice 4

Thomas was so shocked that he was completely stunned.

What does it mean?

The other person was mumbling something, but it was not in Russian, so Thomas could not understand.

The old priest came down from the heights, entered the arena, came to the pagan warrior, said a few words, and then faced Thomas.

"Warrior," the old priest said. "He is impressed by your courage and determination and is willing to surrender to you."

Thomas found that the corners of his mouth were twitching uncontrollably.

This is... this is... what is going on?

It seems very bad!

Isn't this a duel before the gods? Isn't it supposed to be a heroic display of two people fighting with all their might, to please the gods?

Although I know that there is no room for luck in the trap set by fate, this situation is still unexpected.

The old priest made a gesture and the man left.

Now there was only Thomas in the center of the venue, and of course the old priest.

To be honest, this priest looked familiar. We might have met before.

But as a Christian knight, it was impossible for Thomas to communicate with the old priest, so this was the first time.

"My child, I am very pleased to see such a loyal and pious warrior in this era." The old priest said sincerely.

Thomas was completely certain that he would have to face the noose of fate again.

You can't escape by running away.

There is no escaping the backlash of fate. The more you try to avoid it, the tighter the noose tightens.

But to be honest, Thomas did not feel frustrated. On the contrary, this situation aroused his inner fighting spirit.

Instead, he was really curious and wanted to see what kind of danger he was about to face!

The old priest took the withered wreath from his hair and placed it on Thomas's head. "Perun's blessing be with you, my child."

When the flower crown was placed on his head, Thomas felt a surge of power.

Pfft!

The heart suddenly beat violently, and a huge breath was suddenly injected into the body.

Thomas felt an extremely powerful force carrying vitality, as if he were reborn, turning into streams that circulated throughout his body like blood.

In this rushing movement, one can clearly feel oneself becoming stronger: greater strength, longer endurance, quicker and more agile movements, more flexible joints, and stronger organs.

This feeling... seems familiar!

It was like when Thomas injected divine power directly into his body.

However, Thomas later realized that this infusion method was inefficient, so he switched to using it to improve skills. In actual combat, especially in a weapons duel, the ability to wield the weapon is the decisive factor.

This power continued to wash over his body, filling it with vitality.

And he immediately understood that this was God's grace.

The gift from the gods... turns out to be divine power!

I just don't know if I can give divine power to others? Wait, wait, this is definitely too much to think about.

Because I don’t have enough divine power now, where would I get the extra power to give to others?

The onslaught of divine power finally ended.

Thomas looked at his body. Although there seemed to be no obvious changes, he knew that this round of divine grace provided him with at least 5% of basic attributes.

If converted into divine power, it was probably equivalent to twenty or thirty regiments of divine power. Maybe more. Thomas couldn't be sure.

"Well, child, we still have a little time." The old priest looked into the distance. The sacrifice was still going on there. "I believe you already understand the danger you are facing."

"Sir, if possible, could you explain it to me in detail again. I am not afraid of failure, but I am afraid that my failure will bring unpredictable consequences." Thomas said tactfully.

"That was the evil result of a sacrifice, humanity's greed," the old priest sighed. "The gods bestowed power upon humanity, but humanity failed to live up to their grace. Excessive greed, excessive thirst, ultimately led to unpredictable and disastrous consequences."

"Over ten years ago, we held a ceremony. The purpose of that ceremony was not pure. I admit, the purpose of that ceremony was not to praise the gods, but to solve our own problems." The old priest sighed. "At that time, we wanted to use this method to create a protector of the country!"

"We are facing the relentless encroachment of Christianity, and everyone agrees that we must take strong measures to fight back against these pagans. And what better way to safeguard our faith and protect our believers than with a protectorate?"

"As for protecting the country, of course, the stronger the better! So we greedily ask the gods for as much power as possible."

"Our greed has brought disaster upon us!"

"Because of humanity's endless demands, the power bestowed by the gods has finally exceeded the limits of human endurance."

"That's how 'it' came about."

"The warrior we chose, the one we hoped would protect our nation, has become a terrifying monster!" the old priest said sadly. "He has lost his rationality. He is no longer human, but... a terrifying monster beyond description."

"We tried every possible means, but in the end, we could only rely on the power of the gods to seal it into a dimension."

"But this only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause. It has undoubtedly received divine power. Once it becomes familiar with its own power, it will break through this barrier and enter the material world. This will lead to a terrible disaster!"

Thomas roughly understood.

This "disaster" probably wasn't the destructive power of the monster itself. At least not entirely.

But if this matter gets out of hand, it will inevitably trigger a wave of suppression of pagans by Christians.

The kind that would have the Grand Duke’s full support.

"The only way is to send warriors to kill the monster every once in a while," said the old priest.

Is this...useful?

Thomas thought the old priest's statement was ridiculous.