A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

All Snow Wolf could do was deflect the flying knife with a sword, but he had no way to avoid the enemy behind him.

That's too late! !

She could see the sharp blade coming at her, but her center of gravity was unstable and she had no way to move and dodge it a second time.

Looking at the silently approaching blade and the hideous smile on the enemy's face, fear flashed in her eyes.

Countless thoughts and ideas emerged in my mind, but they burst like bubbles before they could even pass through.

A force came from the side and suddenly hit the enemy from the side, causing his movements to be deformed violently.

The attack that was sure to hit the target missed.

Then I heard the sound of a gunshot.

The sharp blade passed by the snow wolf, only a finger's distance away from her body.

But if it doesn't hit, it doesn't hit.

The masked man rolled over, then let out a painful groan, blood spurting out of his mouth uncontrollably.

A bullet entered from the side of the body and injured the internal organs!

"Who is it!?" he shouted angrily.

At the end of the field of vision, or in the distance of the cemetery, a figure was running towards them.

"Master Wolf!" The snow wolf let out a cry of surprise.

"What's going on?" Thomas asked as he ran.

"They snuck into our camp!" Snow Wolf yelled. "They stole our luggage!"

"What? It's the thief?" Thomas said, his sword already unsheathed.

"Watch out!" A sword came down head-on.

It hit the masked man's hastily raised thin-bladed knife.

With a crisp sound of metal breaking, the thin-bladed short knife broke and fell out of the hand.

The masked man's whole body went limp under the electric current, but there was a tombstone behind him, so he couldn't retreat.

Thomas sheathed his sword, and now that his opponent was temporarily unable to move, it was time to capture them.

But the next moment, Thomas heard the other party shouting out some strange and powerful sounds.

A black and purple light appeared on his body.

Steel Soul Secret Technique: Time Stands Still!

It's impossible to describe how fast Thomas was. No one even saw him move. In just a moment, the sword was sheathed.

Then the masked man's head fell from his shoulders.

Whatever he wanted to do, he couldn't do it.

The dark purple light also dissipated into nothingness.

Thomas turned around and looked up into the distance.

The other masked man had already disappeared.

He ran fast enough.

Chapter 158: Peripheral 4

"Are you okay?" Thomas asked.

"It's okay... Master Wolf... this..." Snow Wolf looked at the masked man, whose body was still twitching. "What is the origin of this man?"

"It should be the Assassin." Thomas said.

"Assassin?!" Snow Wolf was shocked. "Why did Assassin come here?"

These assassins are equally notorious in this world, and everyone knows them.

But Kiev is a bit far from their base.

"It must be a coincidence." Thomas thought for a moment. "They can't be here just to revive Marlowet."

The distance was too great, and what happened to Marlowit was so sudden.

"I think they came for something else," Thomas said. "And were hired temporarily."

"Rat" Haakon once said that in the mercenary market, all the strong men were hired away in one go.

This shows that at least two or more forces are recruiting mercenaries.

"What did they do?" Thomas asked again. "A conflict with you?"

"They sneaked into our camp," Snow Wolf said. "They then secretly opened our medicine chest, seemingly intending to poison us."

Thomas pondered for a moment and immediately understood the key.

What a vicious method!

Those who are not injured can be used as cannon fodder to fight against Marlowit, so we cannot act rashly.

If someone is injured, then there is no use; it would be best if they were dead!

"What about the rest?"

"We've all gone deep inside," Snow Wolf said. "The changes in the surrounding environment... are like switching from one dream to another."

She kicked a broken fence and it broke.

Thomas casually picked up the broken piece of fence and turned it over in his hands. It was indeed a piece of rotten wood, the real thing. Both the feel and the sight told him so.

But in the next instant, the surroundings shifted again, and the rotten wood in his hand suddenly vanished. Thomas looked around, only to be met with a desolate night. A full moon cast its cold, indifferent light overhead, and the fields were silent and deserted, with only the black weeds beneath his feet.

Indescribable loneliness and emptiness.

Thomas was not affected by this kind of environment, but the two environments just now were indeed nightmares for some people.

"But fortunately, despite all the changes, most of the original things in our world remain unchanged. For example, people, houses, and so on," Snow Wolf said. "That's why Lord Gray Wolf has chosen a house as our temporary base and asked me to guard it."

The snow wolf pointed into the distance.

At this distance, you can vaguely see the outline of the building in the distance.

But that's the limit. If you walk a little further, you really can't see anything.

The fog still has a significant impact.

"Can you tell the direction here?" Thomas asked.

"It's difficult," Snow Wolf replied. The house was not only a stronghold, but also a direction marker.

Thomas stared at the direction where the other masked man had gone.

At this point in time, sneaking into someone else's base and poisoning the wound medicine...

This is clearly an attempt to take advantage of the conflict between the two parties.

Although we don’t know the origins of these Assassins, no matter what their origins are, this hidden danger must be guarded against.

Thomas witnessed Qinglang's assassination with his own eyes.

Although warriors and assassins look similar, they are very different from each other.

When an assassin is in a passive position, he is much weaker than a warrior.

If it is the assassin's turn to take the initiative, no warrior can say how much chance he has of winning.

Even though Thomas easily killed Assassin twice in a row, he did not mean to underestimate Assassin at all.

He was able to easily kill two Assassins, not because the Assassins were not strong, but because Thomas was the active one in both battles.

"Anyone who can do something like this must be taking advantage of the fact that we're facing a formidable enemy and that no one else has the resources to deal with us!" Thomas said calmly. "In that case, I might as well go and test the waters."

"If the water is deep, retreat... If the water is shallow..."

He smiled faintly. "Then let them know that being the fisherman isn't so easy!"

"Follow me!" Thomas said to the back of the snow wolf.

Snow Wolf looked in that direction and saw two strangers, a man and a woman.

He was wearing armor and a helmet that was large enough to hide his face.

When they came to their senses, the wolf leader and the other two had already gone far away.

"Wait, this way..." She hurriedly took a few steps, but stopped again.

She lacked the ability to judge direction, and once she left this safe area, she might get lost in this nightmare maze.

While hesitating, she could only watch the vague figure of the wolf leader gradually disappear in the fog.

She had no choice but to go back to the farmhouse.

This area was called the "Nightmare Labyrinth" by Gandalf.

Thomas didn't quite understand it at first, but now he knows from personal experience that this name is really appropriate.

From time to time, I would fall into some illusion that was hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

This illusion has no ability to harm people, but it can definitely greatly confuse people's sense of direction. Plus the ever-present fog.

You can't find the right direction at all.

This is very beneficial for escapees.

As long as you run far enough, you basically don't have to worry about being caught up.

So Thomas took advantage of this mentality.

When the other party thinks it is impossible for them to catch up, catch up instead.

If it were normal conditions, then as an Assassin, he would definitely be very proficient in escape, stealth and other such means.

After leaving the battle, they will not walk in a straight line, but will use various methods to hide themselves and eliminate their tracks to avoid being caught up by pursuers.

Or running a long distance.

But this time, Thomas guessed right, because the other party soon appeared within the perception range of his mental field.

As expected, the masked man left the battle, ran for a distance, and thought he was safe.

He slowed himself down.

He also has his own skills in judging locations, or rather, he has memorized some key landmarks.

Nightmares do not replace parts of reality.

The houses are still houses, the big trees are still big trees, and even some big rocks are still preserved.

He must remember these special places firmly, otherwise even he would get lost.

There was a big tree in front of him, which was the landmark in his memory.

No matter how the surrounding environment changes, the tree is always there. And then, moving forward, there will be another...

His figure suddenly stopped and he stopped where he was.

Because he found that there was a person standing under the tree in front of him.

It was Thomas.

Taking advantage of the other party's slowdown, Thomas made a detour and blocked the front.

Chapter 159: Peripheral 5

"Are you an Assassin?" Thomas asked.

The masked man took two steps back, his eyes suddenly narrowed under the mask, and he looked behind Thomas.

Suddenly, he shook his hands and two flying knives came over.

Thomas dodged to the side, then turned around and swung his sword, colliding head-on with the scimitar that was attacking from behind.

The man's hands and feet became limp after being electrocuted, but Thomas had no time to deliver a fatal blow and had to turn around to face another attacker.

It turned out that two enemies, one on the left and one on the right, launched a sneak attack on him at the same time from behind, slashing at him with knives from behind.