A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Ali swung his knife to block, but his movements were no longer rhymed.

"The flaw is too big!" Thomas suddenly put away his sword, and when the opponent's knife missed, he raised his foot and kicked the opponent hard.

There was a crisp sound of broken ribs, and Ali was kicked out. He rolled on the ground five or six times before finally lying on his back.

The remaining knife had also been released.

Ali struggled to get up, but a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The broken ribs pierced the internal organs.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the enemy in front of him.

He had imagined his own death countless times, but he had never imagined that he would die in this way.

"This is not a flaw..." he said reluctantly.

When there is a clear gap between speed and strength, any moves will be full of flaws.

That's why he had almost no chance to fight back from the beginning to the end. The only time he fought back, the opponent seized the opportunity and caused him serious damage.

So from the moment the swords first crossed, his failure was inevitable.

Although lightning is not fatal, it can slow down a person's movements, make the body sore, and weaken their strength. It is impossible to escape.

For a dual-wielding warrior, strength and agility are the most important, and when both are significantly weakened, dual blades have no chance at all.

The gap between him and this person was already an insurmountable chasm.

Failure is normal.

Thomas walked forward, his figure facing away from the moonlight, like the shadow of death.

"Can you... spare my life?" Ali squeezed out a word from his throat.

“Reasons?” Thomas asked.

"I know a lot of secrets...I..."

"Now that Bahador is dead, who is the leader of the Crescent Moon Cult?" Thomas asked.

"Little Bahador."

"Little Bahador? Bahador's son? He...why?"

"He's a very strong fighter. Stronger than me, stronger than anyone!" Ali said. "The elders support him."

"Very strong? How strong? Protecting the country?"

"uncertain."

“Have you fought him?” Thomas asked.

"No, because I sensed a great danger from him," Ali said. "If he did, I would die."

Thomas nodded. The backlash of fate was truly not to be underestimated.

If someone else had come to power, Bahador's death would not have had too many consequences.

No one would spend much time and effort on a dead person. Just shout slogans and pretend.

But if it was his own son who took the throne, the situation would be completely different. Fortunately, he knew the news, otherwise he would have died without knowing how he died.

If Little Bahador is really the protector of the country, then there will be trouble! Extraordinary.

Thomas had seen what it was like to protect the country, so he felt a strong sense of crisis.

He turned and left.

Ali gasped, but luckily he slowly reached behind him and pulled out a pistol.

Like Thomas, he also had a pistol, or a sawed-off musket.

In the previous battle, muskets had no chance to appear, but now it is different.

Ali tremblingly pointed the gun at Thomas' back... no, the back of his head.

A hit on the back may not kill, but a hit on the back of the head will definitely kill.

Before he could take aim, Thomas had already turned around, holding the pistol in his hand.

The secret technique of Steel Soul, nothing that happens in the mental field can be hidden from Thomas.

There was a gunshot.

Ali's finger dropped, his finger on the trigger, but he could no longer fire the gun.

Thomas turned around and picked up the musket from the ground - this kind of short-barreled musket is really rare, and it is worth collecting when you see it.

The battle in the distance is over.

The militia was victorious, half of the Crescent Moon cultists were killed and the other half were captured.

Thomas watched from a distance as the militiamen happily took the prisoners away.

"Master Wolf, everything went smoothly." The blue wolf suddenly appeared from the corner. "Not a single one escaped."

"Yeah, I see." Thomas replied.

"This time, the Star-Moon Cultists may have to work hard to get away with it." Qinglang laughed.

"It wouldn't take much," Thomas mused. "A few tens of thousands of florins would be enough."

The Grand Duke is a monarch, and monarchs always have to pay attention to their table manners. It's not good to be too ugly.

The Crescent Moon Cultists attacked the militia, and the final result was definitely a large fine.

But that was all. With this kind of money, the Star-Moon Cult would at most feel a little pain in the ass.

After all, Ali is dead.

If Ali hadn't died, this incident would have forced him to never gain a foothold in Kiev. But since he died, it didn't matter.

"Let's go!" Thomas said. "Let's try the Crescent Moon Cultists again!"

……

Inside the temple of the Star-Moon Cult, little Bahador was meditating in a quiet room.

The basic condition for meditation is peace of mind.

However, this time, his heart was not at peace. The scene of his father's burial a few days ago kept flashing through his mind.

"If I had been there... instead of being busy out and about buying and selling..."

This thought had been lingering in his mind lately, and regret had been roiling him.

Without your closest relatives, what’s the point no matter how powerful you are or how high a position you hold?

There is no happiness if it cannot be shared.

If pain cannot be shared, it will be doubled.

Suddenly, there was some movement outside, which made his already restless heart even more restless. He could no longer meditate.

Although I tried my best to put myself into a meditative state, I couldn't do it despite repeated attempts.

In his anger, he turned his attention to the other side, that is, the noise outside.

There were shouts, cries of terror, and screams?

Are there robbers coming?

But he immediately told himself that this was impossible, because after all, this was a gathering place for the Star-Moon Cultists, not a campsite in the wilderness.

Thousands of people live here and it's very safe.

The author says:

Author's words: I had something to do yesterday afternoon, so I'll make up for it today.

Chapter 118 Old Debt 3

Knock, knock, knock! Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door.

Little Bahador was puzzled. Logically, no one should disturb his meditation. So something really bad must have happened.

He stepped forward and opened the door.

"Sir! Something happened. It must be a small group of bandits attacking!"

"A small group of robbers?" Little Bahador was not alarmed. A small group of robbers would not pose a major threat to the entire community.

Moreover, people should have already launched a spontaneous counterattack.

But where did this band of robbers come from? Little Bahaduo frowned. Was it simply a lack of vision? Or was there a deeper meaning?

He walked out the door and saw a ball of fire in the darkness.

Where is the fire?

A fire is far more dangerous than a gang of robbers.

He ran all the way to the roof of the building and looked down. He happened to see the burning house.

It wasn't someplace else, it was his home! Or rather, one of the properties his father had left him. It was also his primary residence as a child. Even now, he would stay there for a night every now and then.

How is it possible... He was horrified.

In the brief moment when he was stunned, he saw the door of his house being kicked open from the inside.

Someone rushed out.

Then, a black shadow emerged from the darkness. The shadow stepped forward and the long sword in his hand swooped down on his prey like an eagle's claw.

The wood crackled in the fire, illuminating the faces of the escapees.

It was none other than little Bahador’s cousin.

While he was away, the house was entrusted to his cousins ​​to look after.

I watched my cousins ​​retreat so quickly that I didn't even care about the flames behind them.

But it was a little too slow after all. The sharp sword swept across his chest, cutting through his clothes and the body inside.

Blood splattered everywhere, but the attacker was incredibly quick. He didn't get stained with even a drop of blood, and instantly moved to the side.

Moreover, he went around the wall of fire and used it to hide his body.

Little Bahador was well aware of his cousin's strength, and knew he was no mediocre person.

He is also an elite.

But at this moment, the elite warrior had lost track of the enemy and looked around. In his panic, he could not catch the enemy's figure.

Even though he had drawn his sword, it was too late. He couldn't fight back, and he couldn't even grasp the opponent's position.

This was because when he rushed out of the sea of ​​fire just now, he relaxed his vigilance and was seized by the other party.

This was an assassination, but also a very clever seizure of opportunity.

In just one second, he completely lost the initiative and became a prey, struggling in vain.

In order to avoid being ripped open, he had to force himself to shrink back.

The flames on both sides of his back affected his vision and hearing, and also restricted his range of movement.

"Up there!" shouted Little Bahador.

His cousin looked up suddenly, perhaps because he heard it.

Someone jumped high, jumped over the wall of fire, and swooped down from the air.

The weapons of both sides collided violently.

The long sword fell from the air with such force that it knocked the saber away, but the remaining force was still enough to leave a deep sword mark on the prey.

When little Bahador saw his cousin, he let out a loud roar, raised his right leg, and kneed forward, trying to knock away the enemy in front of him.

But the other party also made the same move.

The two men hit each other knee to knee, and there was a dull thud at the same time.

The difference between hunter and prey was now completely clear. The hunter retreated easily, then regrouped and charged in half a heartbeat.

The prey stumbled back, stepped into the flames, and its movements became completely chaotic.