A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

All his disciples are now busy and busy, trying to grasp the battle situation in different places.

"The Christian Knights have defeated another nightmare beast. Now there are not many nightmare beasts that can stop them." A disciple rushed in from the door and reminded his teacher.

“How many Christians are there?”

"They should have lost one-fifth of their magic, but their magic reserves may still be sufficient."

The old man nodded. This actual combat performance was about the same as he had guessed.

Normally, it is very difficult for Marlowit's followers to cultivate a nightmare beast, and it requires the blessing of the gods.

Generally, only large religious groups can afford to keep one or two for display.

Otherwise, Malovt's followers would have ruled Kiev long ago.

But within this realm, the Nightmare Beast is worthless.

One difference between humans and gods is that gods have almost infinite power, while humans have limited power.

Even if people are only relying on God's power, it is still limited.

Although the Nightmare Beast requires a template carrier and cannot appear out of thin air, in reality, such a carrier is readily available.

"How long will it take them to get here?"

"At most, it'll only be an hour." The student hesitated. "Unless we mobilize other nightmare beasts."

"Try to lead the Christians to the other side," the old man said. "Let them face off against the Perun believers."

It turns out that Christians are indeed very powerful.

It was absolutely wrong to try to ignore Christians before, because the power of Christians can really change the situation.

Of course, bringing Christians and the Perun Order face to face was a helpless move.

Whether Christian or Perun, they may be devout, but they are never rigid.

At this particular point in time, it is hard to imagine that they would fight to the death first.

It is estimated that they reached some kind of tacit understanding to attack together and prevent Malovit from reviving.

As for whether they will turn against each other after success, that depends on the specific situation.

"How's the progress of Marlowit's advent?" he asked loudly.

"We're about to enter the second stage!" a disciple said. "Should we speed up?"

"No," the old man said. "Wait a minute! Who else hasn't entered yet?"

"The Star-Moon Cultists! They have been staying outside the Nightmare Maze and have refused to enter."

"How many people?" asked the old man.

"Dozens... maybe hundreds."

Do the Star-Moon Cultists have such strength? The old man was greatly surprised.

This number is no less than that of Christians.

It can be compared with Perun's sect.

Did they temporarily receive reinforcements from their compatriots from afar? Or did they just bring in some ordinary soldiers to make up the numbers?

He was hesitant. Everything was originally under control, but now there was an additional variable.

These people are on the outskirts of the nightmare maze, but there's no telling when they'll charge in, or are they just standing there motionless?

This nightmare maze was created for this specific purpose.

This was created with the help of Marlowit's power, and anyone would intuitively think that this was a manifestation of Marlowit's power. No one would have thought that it was actually created intentionally and had another purpose.

If the Star-Moon Cultists don't enter the maze, there will be some trouble.

But I can’t figure out what these Star-Moon believers are thinking!

Or did he plan everything out this time, but ultimately man's plans were not as good as God's?

The Star-Moon Cultists actually had nothing to do with this incident, and their strength was also quite weak. Their total number was only a few thousand, and their elite experts were only in the single digits.

But it was he who planned and forced the Star-Moon Cultists into this matter.

Now it seems to have the opposite effect.

The Star-Moon Cultists, who could have been completely ignored, now seem to have become a variable that is difficult to control.

"Bring the glorious blood here." The old man said after a moment of hesitation.

A disciple carefully brought over a tray with three boxes on it. When the boxes were opened, amber liquid could be seen.

They only got a little bit of the noble blood, but that didn't stop him from making it into three portions.

In other words, these things have been processed and modified. They are no longer just human blood, but disposable magical items.

Used to stimulate Marlowit's recovery speed.

If it were Marlowit's own followers, they would never come up with such a thing.

But they were not followers of Marlowit, so they prepared various props.

The Blood of Eminence is a crucial item. It is the accelerator for the advent of the gods.

The accelerator must have a side effect, which is to weaken the power of the gods.

At the very least, it will weaken the gods when they first descend.

So this thing is a double-edged sword and must be used with extreme precision.

"Then... Teacher..." At some point, several disciples had gathered around.

Everyone knows that when the glorious blood is used, the whole thing is nearing its end.

The coming of gods is actually uncontrollable.

According to the standard practice, believers set the coordinates, prepare the carrier, and leave everything else to the gods. Then they guard the place where the gods descend and persist until the gods arrive.

As long as the gods come to the world in a perfect state, they will destroy all pagans.

If you can't hold on and are killed by the enemy, and destroy the coordinates necessary for the gods to descend before the gods can fully descend, then the gods' descent will end in vain.

Neither of these is their purpose.

That's why their actions are so difficult and twisted.

"I've made up my mind," the old man said. "I'll do it according to the highest standards."

The highest standard is to use three glorious bloods at one time.

"I'll leave it to you." He pointed to the disciple who was reporting on the Christian's progress and handed him the tray. "Come back as soon as you're done."

The basement is protected by special magic and is a temporary safe place.

The disciple took the tray hesitantly. "Teacher, aren't you going... yourself?" He sensed something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it.

"No need," the old man said with a smile. "Just use it under Marlowit's altar."

No one else spoke either.

Through the water, everyone clearly saw the Zoroastrian disciple coming to the bottom of Malovet's altar.

Hesitantly, he took out a box and poured it onto the altar, then the second, and the third.

Just as the third ball of liquid touched the edge of the altar, he let out a scream, and his back was suddenly torn apart by a powerful force.

A huge nightmare gushed out from his cracked back, turning into a sticky and dark fountain, and the black torrent spasmed wildly on the ground.

After a while, the door on the side of the room was knocked open.

Two Christian knights rushed in one after another.

Behind them were more people, some knights and some ascetics.

But they were already too late.

At this moment, hideous shadows continuously emerged from the air, constantly changing shape. He randomly stirred his tentacles around him, and thousands of eyes appeared and disappeared in the air without warning.

It is impossible to witness His true appearance simply by observing with the naked eye.

Marlowet has already arrived. Or rather, His arrival cannot be changed; it has been anchored here.

The magic on the pool could not withstand the interference of divine power and had become intermittent.

The old man sneered. "What a fool to lie to me in this situation!" he said. "Let him make the last of his efforts."

What Christians will take another hour to arrive?

There are only a few minutes left!

Either he is a traitor or an idiot!

"Now, find a way to gather all the scattered people outside and let them in." He gave orders.

Several disciples immediately got busy.

"In this round, the Star-Moon Cultists cannot be absent!"

Chapter 163 Labyrinth Middle Level 1

The river flows.

Three people walked on a narrow suspension bridge. Their feet swayed, and below them was the dizzying river, surging and surging, enough to swallow everything.

Anyone, even an elite soldier, knows that falling down means death.

Water currents of that magnitude are beyond human power to resist.

It is hard to tell whether this is true or false.

Thomas now understood what the old magician had said before.

The outer layer of the nightmare maze is not dangerous, but the middle layer is different.

Indeed, although the illusions on the periphery are very intimidating, the contents of the illusions themselves are not dangerous at all.

It only disturbs vision, confuses direction, and perhaps serves to enhance the atmosphere.

If this side falls...

He really didn't know what the consequences would be if he fell off the bridge into the river, and he was sure he didn't want to know.

The long, rickety bridge, looking at the river of death below, is a difficult test of the human psyche.

Thomas was fine; he still had some confidence. Boris, needless to say, was relatively indifferent to all emotions, including fear. Only Eva was turning pale.

"Are you okay?" Boris suddenly said, and stretched out a hand for Eva to use as support.

"Thank you, Lord Boris." Eva smiled.

They were already halfway to the bridge, only halfway to the other side.

“Feel that?” Thomas asked.

"Yes. It's stable here," Boris replied.

When they were out in the outer areas before, the nightmares changed every ten minutes or so, but now here... it was really very stable. They had walked from the bridgehead to here for at least ten minutes, but there was no change.

"We must go through here," Thomas said. "This is the maze."

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, what a masterpiece this is.

Malovet was merely a nightmare god, his power far from being formidable. Even among the indigenous gods, he was ranked low.

But His power can produce such an effect that it can manifest nightmares in the human world!

What a great power this is... Why does He have such great power?

"Help me!" a voice floated on the wind. "Help!"

Thomas started and looked around, but there was nothing there except the suspension bridge itself and the raging river below.

"In front!" The Blasphemous Knight pointed towards the other side.

Thomas drew his sword and continued forward.

As he got closer, he noticed a monk lying at the bridgehead on the opposite bank.

Specifically, a nun.