A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

There is still room for redemption.

"I will immediately inform the Grand Duke to mobilize all the troops in Kiev..." he said. "Oh, by the way, what is your good news?"

"It seems the pagans are planning to lay siege to the manor," Thomas said. "The other pagan gods clearly don't welcome Marlowet's resurrection."

"Where did the pagans come from?"

"They must be followers of Perun. Only this sect has such strength."

The Grand Commander's eyes lit up. "That's perfect... catch them all in one fell swoop?"

Thomas shook his head. "Grandmaster, do you think the Grand Duke would agree? If not, can the Knights accomplish this on their own?"

The Grand Commander was silent for a moment and said nothing.

His primary concern was to combat the pagans and expand the power of the Knights. However, he also knew the true strength of the Knights. For the Knights, having the Grand Duke's support was a completely different matter.

"When will they start?"

"It's right in front of us. I estimate it will be tonight or tomorrow morning!"

"On this matter, Knight Commander Thomas, I authorize you to immediately assemble a crack team!" The Grand Master said after a long pause. "Go over there immediately and see if there are any opportunities to exploit! Oh, what is this?"

As he spoke, Thomas had already placed a notebook in front of him.

It was none other than the distribution map of Marlowite's followers given to Thomas by that unknown mysterious force.

There are probably over a hundred Malovite strongholds in and around Kiev, totaling several hundred people. Malovite's followers are far greater in number, but these are the true believers.

Others can only be considered general believers, who worship Marovit and other gods as well.

The captain took a look and his expression changed slightly.

"Knight Commander Thomas, you have made a great contribution this time!" He didn't say much and casually took out a document from the corner of the table.

Thomas noticed that it was a letter of appointment, appointing Thomas as the captain of the knight order.

The difference between the Knight Commander and the Squad Leader is a huge gap that determines whether you are a middle or lower-level cadre in the Knights Templar or a big shot.

Although Thomas now possesses a territory and a coterie of subordinates, his current position as a regional lord is opportunistic. He has maintained it, albeit illogically, by exploiting Inquisitor Bai Lan's "sick leave." Therefore, he cannot expand his corps, nor can he freely request support from the Knights' Headquarters (although there is no current need for such support), nor can he be transferred.

The so-called neither name nor words are justified is exactly what Thomas is in now.

But with this letter of appointment, Thomas would be the legitimate and irreproachable squad leader. It would be his natural right to be in charge of one side.

Moreover, he also had the power to reward his subordinates.

At least you can recommend an apprentice knight or something to the Knights Templar, and the Knights Templar's top brass will not refuse you this favor.

Unlike now, everything is just a makeshift team.

Even if he cannot stay in his current base, the Knights will arrange another base for him.

Or you can leave Kyiv and move to other cities in Russia.

At worst, you can hold a relatively important position in the Knights' Headquarters.

Right before Thomas' eyes, the Grand Master signed his name and stamped it.

Then put it back to its original position.

"Knight Commander Thomas, I have this letter of appointment with me," the Grand Master said. "I hope to present it to you within the next few days."

"It's my pleasure, sir." Thomas took a deep breath.

"How many people do you need? I authorize you to mobilize all members of the Knights. If you are not familiar with the personnel, the clerk will provide you with all the help you need."

"No need, sir," Thomas said. "Boris will be able to assist me. The Knights have such important work to do, it's not appropriate to mobilize too many people for me at the moment."

The Grand Commander gave Thomas an appreciative look.

"I will personally take charge of this matter and kill those Malovit's fanatics as quickly as possible!" said the commander-in-chief.

Chapter 146: Battle of the Manor 1

Outside a small manor in a remote area outside of Kiev, on a hill that could barely be called a slope, there lay the ruins of a villa.

Several figures in gray robes were lurking in the ruins, crawling behind the broken walls, looking at the hillside from afar.

Not with the naked eye, but with a telescope.

"Teacher, are you sure something will happen tonight?"

A gray-robed man asked, his voice sounding a little anxious because he had been waiting here for too long.

"We've been waiting here for so long, why is there no sign of anyone?"

"Don't worry," the old man replied. "We've spread the information as much as we can. If we don't notice it anymore, we can just disband the Wolf's Den."

"And by the way...the blood sacrifice issue has also been completely resolved."

Through the telescope, a figure could be seen walking through the manor, followed by a group of four-legged creatures that looked like large dogs, but also like domesticated wild animals. These beasts were restless, as if they had smelled fresh blood.

"Are there many people in the Wolf's Den?"

"No, very few." The old man's voice was a little unhappy. "But they are the best source of information. They will inform the Perun believers of everything in a timely manner."

The most powerful religious order around Kiev was undoubtedly the Perunite order, capable of easily organizing sacrificial ceremonies for tens of thousands of people.

Most importantly, Perun is not only one of the main gods of the Slavic pantheon, but also a god who consistently responds to the sacrifices and prayers of his believers.

His sect is large in number, powerful, and has a wide influence, which is unfathomable.

Apart from the lack of a national protector, there are almost no other disadvantages.

"With luck, both sides should be able to fight to a draw. The Perun believers will no longer have the energy to interfere with the next move, and the blood sacrifice required by Marovit can be completed." The old man said. "Hopefully, they won't cause any trouble."

"Can we stop Marlowet's followers? I don't think they number more than a hundred!"

"They have over two hundred Nightmare Beasts, and there must be at least ten elite fighters. With this level of strength, even the Grand Duke's personal army would most likely end up in trouble if they came here!"

"Let's see how powerful Perun's followers, combined with the Wolf's Den, are! Don't move rashly, and everyone must be patient! If we are discovered, things will get out of our control!"

After hearing these words, several gray figures curled up in the darkness, restraining all their breath, like hibernating snakes.

The entire ruins fell into silence again, without any sound.

The chirping of insects once again echoed around.

Midnight had passed, and in the distance there were shadowy movements.

A group of people appeared from the darkness at some point, some on foot, some on horseback, and some in vehicles.

Just passing by the hill not far from the villa ruins.

They turned into a torrent and rushed towards the distant manor.

Instead of rushing to attack, they set up a proper position.

Twilight.

The roar of cannons broke the silence of dawn.

The shells blew a huge hole through the eastern wall of the manor. Amidst the countless flying dust, the gap left by the shells was exposed to the view.

After all, it's just an ordinary wall and it can't stop the cannons.

Each gap can easily accommodate one person.

There was no unusual movement, only faint shouting of panic could be heard from within the manor.

"Should we continue to move forward?" In the center of the position, the old priest asked the gray wolf beside him.

"No, be patient, first tear down the wall completely," said the gray wolf. "No debris will hide behind the wall."

In a few minutes the artillery had reduced the wall to utter ruins.

Then the soldiers formed into a square formation and began to advance.

The kind that walks very slowly.

A large number of people were dispatched this time, thousands of them, including mercenaries, militia, and some were even the Grand Duke's regular troops.

Of course, there are also a large number of believers who come to help.

The entire manor has been surrounded.

"Push the cannons in as well," Gray Wolf said. "They have quite a few Nightmare Beasts, those modified monsters. Blast any suspicious areas with the cannons!"

"I'll let the priests go in as well." The old priest said expressionlessly.

A few minutes later, the artillery was also pushed through the destroyed wall.

First, they used artillery fire to demolish several farmhouses that blocked the road ahead.

Houses back then were not made of reinforced concrete like those of later generations, and were nothing compared to cannons.

A violent roar and flames rose from the cannon, and the whole house shook slightly. Then, under the sweeping air pressure generated by the exploding shells, the house groaned and wailed under the violent ravage, and finally collapsed.

Thomas, who was in the crowd, was somewhat surprised to see the weapons of this era... There were even shrapnel shells?

But it doesn't seem surprising.

The original version of the shrapnel bomb, which has not yet developed a contact fuse, is not technically difficult.

This time, Thomas came as Shadow Wolf, and like the other wolves, he wore a mask.

On the Wolf's Lair side, relying on the Blue Wolf and the Snow Wolf, they also formed a mercenary team.

There are only a few hundred of them, but at least they show some signs of cooperation so that they are not completely overwhelmed by their allies.

The cooperation between the Wolf's Lair and the Perun believers... plus the tacit approval of the Grand Duke (maybe not tacit approval, I don't know), formed a coalition.

Several farmhouses were reduced to ruins. Something rushed out from inside, but immediately fell down amid the roar of muskets.

He fell into the flames of the burning farmhouse, but he couldn't see clearly what it was.

The battle continued to advance.

This was not a very large manor, and the army soon reached the core of the manor - it was a decent building, a large four-story villa that would have been considered decent in Thomas' previous life.

Judging from the shape, it was rebuilt from an old castle.

This kind of building is not comparable to a simple house made of wood. Although it is not reinforced concrete, the cannons of this era are still black powder after all, and have not yet evolved into TNT.

The whole villa was quiet.

From beginning to end, no direct confrontation occurred except for a volley of musket fire that knocked down an unknown thing.

It seemed that the people in the manor were still asleep and hadn't noticed anything.

But this was impossible. The noise of artillery and gunfire was enough to wake up even the deaf, not to mention the normal people.

The silent villa was like a malicious beast, standing still and sizing up the invaders.

A wave of artillery shells fired over, but did not produce any destructive effect.

It seems as if nothing happened.

At this time, the old priest ordered the soldiers to stop, he walked to the second line and raised his staff high.

A few minutes later, lightning struck the sky.

Chapter 147: Battle of the Manor 2

Lightning roared and split the sky.

A bolt of white lightning broke through the dark clouds in the sky, like a pure white steel arrow, falling straight towards the earth.

In the ruins in the distance, the figures crawling and observing widened their eyes in shock.

Thunder struck the top of the main building of the villa.

There was a huge explosion, and the terrifying energy was compressed in a very small area and exploded. Then the high-pressure airflow completely crushed the fourth floor of the entire villa into ruins, and countless fragments of various kinds spread death in all directions, and sharp sounds continued to burst out from it.

"Teacher...that is..."

"At least the power of the seventh layer of the magic network." The old man muttered while holding the telescope. "No, maybe more than that... maybe the eighth layer of the magic network!"

The Perun Cult is indeed very powerful.

Thomas sighed inwardly as he looked at the large villa where an entire floor had been demolished in just a few seconds.

This kind of power should be comparable to the missiles of the previous life, at least it can be on par with rockets.