A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

He rode away quickly, found a secluded corner, put on some makeup, and then added a mask.

Now he is so familiar with putting on makeup that he doesn't even need a mirror.

The agreed location was the abandoned temple that they had visited once before.

It was already dark when Thomas arrived, and the rest of the Wolf's Den had already arrived.

The Blue Wolf and the Snow Wolf are both here. Even Anna is here.

Besides these, there were several strangers standing guard on all sides. They were probably the personal guards of Blue Wolf and Snow Wolf, or perhaps the personal guards of the special envoy.

And in the main hall of the abandoned temple, stood a strange figure.

He is tall, with broad shoulders, wearing an exotic red mask on his face and a special hairstyle that only nomads on the grasslands have.

Specifically, the hair on the forehead is shaved off, leaving only the back of the head. The hair on the back of the head is then braided into small braids.

According to Thomas's previous life, this is called "tongue-cut hair", and the more detailed description is "tongue-cut hair in front and braid in back".

A typical hairstyle of grassland nomads.

Judging from his skin color, he should be a Tatar. It is a general term used in Europe to refer to steppe nomads, especially barbaric steppe tribes.

Among the crowd, he was the only one standing with his head held high, while the others bowed their heads to show respect.

"Is he the Wolf Lord's special envoy?" Thomas asked in a deep voice.

"That's me." The envoy looked Thomas over. "Are you the Alpha Wolf of the Kiev Wolf's Den? The Wolf Lord has sent me to Kiev to investigate a very important matter. It's something your Wolf's Den alone would find extremely difficult to accomplish, so the Wolf Lord has assigned me to take charge of this matter. However, I still need your cooperation."

"Also, I'm also a wolf alpha, you can call me Gray Wolf."

"You can call me Shadow Wolf," Thomas said.

This is a nickname he made up, which fits his current multiple identities quite well.

Chapter 139 Wolf's Lair Mission 3

"Very good. From now on, I will be in charge here. First of all, I need a completely safe place to live," Gray Wolf said. "It has to be safe, and not too remote."

Everyone's eyes unconsciously turned to the Snow Wolf.

Everyone knows that Snow Wolf has several spare houses, both inside and outside the city.

"I have a nice place to stay," Snow Wolf said. "Four or five people are fine."

The gray wolf nodded, indicating that he was satisfied.

"I just don't know what happened?"

"Malovit wants to revive and walk the world again." said the Gray Wolf.

Thomas tried hard to control his expression. He turned to look at the others, who all looked confused.

"Malovet?" Qinglang was also wearing a mask, but even the mask couldn't hide his puzzling expression. "Isn't that... the God of Nightmares?"

"That's it." Gray Wolf replied.

Blue Wolf and Snow Wolf looked at each other, still in disbelief.

The gods want to revive?

What kind of weird shit is this?!

"Then...what does it have to do with us?" Snow Wolf said this after a long time.

"His resurgence will pose a great threat to us," Gray Wolf said. "That's what the higher-ups have determined. Perlevite's power will be affected. Therefore, we must do our utmost to stop him."

"How to stop it?" Thomas asked in the same incredulous tone.

"I'm not sure, but we have to rule out the worst-case scenario," Gray Wolf said. "It's very likely that Malovit has an avatar here in Kiev. We have to find it!"

"Wait, what do you mean? Avatar?"

"The spirit has prepared a vessel that can fully accommodate itself," Gray Wolf said. "This way, it can descend perfectly. Even if something unexpected happens, it will only lose its incarnation."

"On the other hand, if He doesn't have an incarnation, then it won't be so easy for Him to descend. Either He needs to create an incarnation, or... then He needs to descend in His true form."

"Wait," Thomas asked. "Did Marlowit create the avatar himself? He can create as many as he wants?"

"That's the theory, but it takes too long to create," Gray Wolf said. "Malovet won't miss this opportunity."

"Aren't gods immortal?" Thomas asked with a seemingly unyielding attitude.

"But Marovit is also constrained by other gods. Finding a suitable opening isn't easy," Gray Wolf replied. "So, this matter is very troublesome. Marovit's resurgence this time is inevitable."

"When?"

"I'm not sure, I can only say in the near future."

"Is it possible for us to compete with the gods?" The blue wolf next to him asked a key question.

"Impossible," Gray Wolf replied bluntly. "Once Marlowit revives, there's nothing we can do."

"Then what are we going to do?"

"This is our last chance. We must destroy Malovit's incarnation and prevent him from waking up," Gray Wolf said. "So, now, you need to find a piece of important information."

"Mallowet's incarnation, or rather, its incomplete incarnation, must be under the protection of its followers at this moment, in the hands of a certain Marlowet cult." Gray Wolf paused, emphasizing his tone. "Your goal is to find this cult."

"This cult must be quite large, with at least dozens of members. They must be hiding somewhere, and doing their best to conceal their identities as Marovit followers. It could be a village, a manor, or of course a chamber of commerce, a caravan, or even a brothel!"

"This is not easy to find!" Snow Wolf spoke first.

She was telling the truth. This was truly too large a scope and too difficult, even for the Wolf's Den.

Especially for hidden cults - when they deliberately keep their secrets, it is almost impossible to find them.

"I know it's difficult, but there is no way. We must find it out!" said the gray wolf.

"If we destroy Marlowet's avatar, will that solve the problem?" Thomas asked.

"I'm not sure," Gray Wolf said. "If Marlowit still retained most of his sanity, I think he would be more cautious and make wise choices. But Marlowit may not have much sanity left."

"what do you mean……"

"Yes, that's why we must stop this," Gray Wolf said. "Malovet may be close to madness. So He could still force His way down. But if He insists on descending in His true form..." He sneered. "If a god truly descends into the mortal world, he can no longer be called a god."

"Okay, that's all. Regarding finding the cult, I'll leave it to you all," Gray Wolf said. "We're exhausted from the journey and need to rest."

Everyone in the wolf den obeyed naturally. Snow Wolf took Gray Wolf and others away to the safe house, and Thomas and Blue Wolf also naturally dispersed.

What's still unclear now? The Gray Wolf is looking for the very small manor that Thomas is planning to attack!

Or rather, the Knights underestimated the enemy.

I originally thought that I could search here to find out how the Marovit believers communicated with each other, but I didn't expect to find the key point directly.

But how to deal with this matter... Thomas has not yet reached a conclusion.

However, this information cannot be handed over directly - if nothing else, at least it cannot be suspected.

Moreover, this matter seemed to involve a lot of people. It seemed that many forces had already known that Malovet wanted to walk on the earth again.

No wonder Freya predicted a "shadow." It looked like he was already caught up in it, unable to escape.

This can also be considered as part of the backlash of fate.

But he could also feel the backlash of fate growing weaker and weaker. If the initial wave was enough to swallow him up, this one was probably enough to cover his neck.

There is danger, but it is not an absolute, irresistible kind of danger.

Coming out of the abandoned temple, Thomas rode his horse quickly.

Because of the light rain, the woodlands and ridges were a little wet and soft, and there was an inevitable wet sound when stepping on them.

So Thomas heard the extra noise.

He immediately stopped his horse, went from moving to still, and quickly came to a stop.

It's not a misunderstanding.

somebody is coming.

He looked up and saw a few more figures on the road ahead.

Several people covered in gray robes.

Under the moonlight, the only thing he could make out was that the man in front of him was slightly hunched, like an old man or a sick person.

Of course, it is not ruled out that this is a disguise.

"The leader of the wolf den?" A slightly old voice sounded.

"Who are you?" Thomas's first reaction was that the information was leaked and there was a traitor on his side who revealed his whereabouts.

These are the people who came to kill him!

Chapter 140 Wolf's Lair Mission 4

"A kind-hearted man." The voice laughed.

Thomas felt a little relieved, but still didn't dare to relax and looked around.

Although the spiritual field is useful, its range is limited. And this range is only so large, far less than the range of a musket or a crossbow.

Therefore, you must be cautious when facing ambushes and group attacks in the wild. If you encounter a sniper, you will suffer a great loss.

The surroundings were quiet and there was no other movement.

I'm afraid there are really only a few of them.

"To suddenly block the road at night... that's not the style of a kind person," said Thomas.

"You know what we have to do in an emergency." The other party laughed.

"If it's the Wolf's Lair, I'm afraid they already know about Malovit's desire to revive." The other party said.

Thomas was shocked, but he had already guessed the other party's identity.

Followers of other gods?

Gray Wolf has already given an answer as to why the Wolf's Den wants to deal with Malovit, and that is because of Perlevit.

Malovit is the god of nightmares, while Perlevit is the god of the mountains and forests.

Moreover, the priesthood of Perlevit is constantly expanding. In some places, Perlevit is considered to have judicial power, while in some places, he is considered to have the authority over livestock production.

The fact that the Wolf's Lair can send messages by flying is ninety-nine percent likely related to Perlevit's authority.

“How did you know that?” Thomas asked.

"I don't want to answer that question," the other party said without giving a second thought. "But I can give you some key information."

"What information?"

"First, you're not the only ones who want to stop Marlowit. The Christians have already taken action. If you can reveal the relevant information to them, it will help you solve a large part of your problems."

"Second, I can give you a breakdown of the distribution of Marovit's followers. Find a way to dig them out. Without the support of its followers, especially the most devout, Marovit's room for maneuver will be greatly reduced. If we can truly eliminate the vast majority of its devout followers," the other party used the rare word "eliminate." "There's a high probability that Marovit will suffer from a lack of faith."

"Hungry for faith?" Thomas asked in confusion.

"Third, besides Christians, there are other forces we can tap into. For example, the Cult of the Star and the Crescent, and other religious orders. They will all actively participate in this matter." The other party ignored Thomas' question and continued. "But if possible, don't involve the Grand Duke. Mortals will only hinder such matters."

"Finally, a warning. When Malovet resurrects, he will most likely pass on his excess power to his followers. A group of powerful warriors will suddenly appear among his followers."

"Can you create a national defense?"

"No, but it can be elite."

After the other party finished speaking, he obviously didn't want to say more and turned around to leave.

"Wait," Thomas had already jumped off his horse and stepped forward, trying to stop him.

But suddenly a broadsword appeared in front of him, blocking him.

A common broadsword on the battlefield. It is wider than an ordinary longsword and places more emphasis on slashing, making it suitable for chopping enemies wearing armor.

It is common to lose arms or legs if hit by this kind of sword.

The long sword swung, creating a strong wind and slashing fiercely at his head and chest.

Thomas leaned back and watched the sword blade pass by his nose.

Suddenly, the long sword changed direction and pressed downwards.