A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"You won't go in?"

"I won't be of much help if I go in," Gandalf shook his head. "But on the other hand, if I complete the counter-magic circle outside, that will at least reduce Marlowet's power by half!"

"Everyone, divide the work and cooperate with each other. The battle can only be entrusted to you!" said the old magician with certainty.

Thomas shrugged and turned toward the temple gate.

Two people walked into the Zoroastrian temple.

Thomas had never been here before (he was just passing by), but as soon as he stepped in, he saw an ascetic lying on the ground.

The nightmare flowed from his body like a sticky, foul liquid.

I wanted to save him, but I didn't know how. And even getting rid of the nightmare was useless, just like what happened to Eva just now.

Not far away was a knight.

From the robe on his clothes, it can be seen that this person is a knight commander of the same status as Thomas.

Those who can come here should be elite warriors.

But it was no use, he still lay on the ground, eroded by his own nightmare.

Not only Christians, but also members of the Perun Order. Many people also came here to fight, only to be trapped in their own nightmares.

Thomas also saw a few faces that he vaguely remembered.

They continued to move forward, and Thomas no longer cared about the people who were suppressed by Marlowet.

He also felt the mental pressure.

It was like a heavy weight pressing down on his shoulders. If he couldn't bear it anymore, Thomas was sure he would be trapped in his own nightmare, just like the people around him.

However, through the tempering of the Steel Soul Secret Art, he has strong mental endurance and will not be easily crushed.

But... it seems that as time goes by, or as we get closer to where Malovet lands, the pressure is getting stronger and stronger?

The structure of this temple was not complicated, and there were not many winding roads. Soon, they arrived at the core.

There, there is an altar.

The altar that was incompatible with Zoroastrianism... Thomas had seen it before in the manor of that Marlowite believer.

Of course, the altar at that time had been deformed by the flames, but this altar was intact.

On the altar, there was a figure in a white robe lying.

It was not an ordinary robe. There was some kind of pattern painted on it, a wing pattern.

This should be a Zoroastrian priest.

He lay on the altar, and more nightmares flowed from him than from others.

The Blasphemous Knight stopped and looked up at the sky.

Thomas also looked up.

Logically, he should have seen the roof and beams of the temple, but in fact, all Thomas saw was an endless shadow.

To call it a "shadow" is actually a stretch, because you know in your heart that it is not a shadow, it is not left by something blocking the light source.

But apart from "shadow", I can't find any suitable words to describe it.

When Thomas saw that thing, he suddenly realized what Freya had seen in her divination.

This was probably the moment Freya saw.

Freya calls it the shadow.

No, that's not a shadow.

It was a dimensional gap, untraceable and inaccessible by any means. The things within were supposed to be forever shielded from reality by an invisible barrier. And yet, at this moment, one of these beings was about to break through this dimensional barrier and descend.

And when the dimensional barrier is torn and compressed to a limit, it looks like a shadow.

From a visual perspective, it is an endless shadow that covers the sky and the earth, covering the world. This "covering" does not refer to the three-dimensional covering, but the covering of higher dimensions.

That being was approaching. It was Him who forcibly squeezed the previously unobservable dimensional barrier, pushing it to its limit and reducing it to a shadow.

Right here, on this altar.

The mental burden increased a bit.

Thomas took a peek and saw that the Blasphemous Knight was not afraid at all. He held the Damascus sword in his hand, full of fighting spirit, and was ready to fight.

Chapter 172 The Trapped God 1

There was no such scene of "dimensional tearing".

Even if there is, it is at a microscopic level, invisible to the human eye.

To be specific, it is... penetrating.

Bit by bit, it penetrated through that unspeakable membrane and entered this world.

Thomas looked around and unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

He is the head of the group.

The Grand Master was half-lying, half-sitting, leaning against a pillar, nightmares streaming out of him. His hand made a peculiar gesture...pointing at the Zoroastrian priest?

When Thomas looked again, he noticed something was wrong.

The Zoroastrian priest looked like everyone else, having fallen victim to Malovit's trick, but he was holding something in his hand.

If you look closely, you can see that his last action before falling into the nightmare was to pour the contents of those boxes into the altar.

Zoroastrianism?

Could it be that they summoned Malovit for some purpose, and ended up in this difficult situation?

There was still some time before Marlowite actually arrived. Thomas didn't care about much else and dragged the bodies of several high-ranking Knights away and dragged them outside.

Time is limited and there is not much he can do.

On the other side, the seeping Marlowite finally dripped from the membrane.

The essence from the gods did not appear in a form that ordinary people could understand, but began to expand rapidly, forming a furious dark fog that spread and enveloped the altar.

He has truly descended here.

But this whole thing was a trap from beginning to end. He was deceived!

The god came, but no believers came to worship him. No one and nothing could accommodate him.

The repulsive force from the material world made Him displaced, and He could only wander painfully above the anchor point.

A strong sense of madness seeped out from the black fog, and even Thomas felt it.

Then, in order to truly take shape, He began to absorb the nightmares of those around Him.

The cracks in people's bodies remained, but the nightmares turned into the same black mist and were absorbed by Malovet.

The temple, and the nightmares of everyone around it, were quickly absorbed into the altar.

Balls of black mist quickly gathered above the altar, growing denser and denser. The invisible deity finally carved its form within the material world.

No, if that were called a form it would be too weird.

The lighting in the temple is good, and there are lights on high places.

But even in this situation, it was impossible to dispel the strange shadow lingering in the center.

The shadow formed by the black fog squirmed, and every movement distorted the physical laws of the surrounding space.

Various broken stones and objects were flying around and were absorbed by the shadows. Finally, a twisted and bloated entity was slowly projected.

It seems like a man, but also like a woman.

Wearing gorgeous clothes, walking in the small and cruel world.

External forces are resisting Malovet's cohesion, and various forces are interfering with his complete formation.

The body that He had barely put together was riddled with holes.

In this confrontation, the fragments continued to rise and fall, twist and change, and finally, in response to the interference from higher forces, the image of the gods finally descended into the mortal world.

The deformed shape was eventually fixed.

There is no holiness and glory of gods, only distortion and weirdness.

Protected and surrounded by countless sticky tentacles, the deformed human figure grew hundreds of twisted eyes, which scanned the surroundings randomly, ferocious and cold.

Ignoring the numerous insects around him, He prepared to leave nonchalantly.

Get out of this trap.

As long as we leave here, He who is of a higher level will eventually eliminate these influences.

The Damascus knife fell from the sky, carrying a strong silver light, turning into a terrible blow.

Silver Judgment!

The body of the God of Nightmares shook.

Intense pain swept through the god's senses, causing him to scream in agony.

Even a true god would find it difficult to withstand an attack from a demigod.

His body twisted again, partly turning into a viscous nightmare, losing its substance. He wanted to use the nightmare to surround and engulf the attacker, but the demigod was too fast.

With a tap of his foot in the air, he flew into the sky and was out of Malovit's control.

Then there was another Silver Judgment.

The god screamed in pain again, and more parts of his body were transformed into the original form of nightmare under the attack.

...Easier than expected!

Perhaps Gandalf outside had repaired the magic circle, or perhaps the descending Marlowet was not as strong as he seemed after being severely weakened.

In short, at least it seems that the Blasphemous Knight has the upper hand.

The Silver Judgment caused real damage, and wherever the silver light went, Marlowet's body was shattered.

But it was a different story for Thomas.

In agony, Malovet waved his sticky tentacles wildly, attacking everything he could touch.

It's impossible to hit the Blasphemous Knight because he is too agile and can fly freely in the air.

But it is very effective against Thomas who can't fly.

Although Marlowit's body looked vulnerable in the silver light, it was very tough in front of Thomas' magic sword.

Those tentacles are not only hard but also elastic and difficult to cut.

Even if it is cut open with difficulty, it will not have that effect, as it will quickly reconnect with the main body.

The damage caused by Boris is the real damage, and Thomas's attack... even if it cannot be said to be ineffective, at least it does not cause much damage.

More tentacles danced towards him, and there were so many of them that it was difficult to dodge.

Steel Soul Secret Technique: Time Stands Still.

For a moment, all movement before Thomas' eyes faltered. The tentacles' movements, like stuttering frame-by-frame animation, cast overlapping afterimages in the air, inching forward at a ridiculous pace.

The Steel Soul Secret Art's offensive power is not strong enough, but its defense is still very strong.

Thomas dodged the attack.

He had already realized that he could not be the protagonist in this battle, so he didn't want to stay there any longer.

There was still a lot he could do, at least he could rescue some of the survivors.

The fierce battle between the demigods and the gods had made it impossible for the temple to support itself and it began to shake.

If it collapsed, everyone would die. Of course, even if it didn't collapse, being caught in the fighting wouldn't have been a good outcome either.

Thomas began to move people away one by one.

If you can't be Rambo, you can be Forrest Gump.

Suddenly, there was a flame burning under the altar.

The flames burned the nightmare, turning the sticky liquid into black ashes.