A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Or it can be understood that he has actually experienced many battles and has a lot of practical experience.

However, if this injury happened to Thomas in his previous life, he could still be saved if he was sent to the ICU.

But in this era, it's a 50-50 gamble with the god of death. No, not 50-50, it's 70-70.

The God of Death is 70% sure of winning the bet.

Furthermore, the Red Dragon was no longer a fighting force at all. Even a woman or child with a weapon could easily kill him.

Thomas calmly let the other party bandage his wound, and then patiently watched the other party's men appear one by one.

Gathered around little Gwalan.

This trip back and forth had to turn around and speed up, which naturally caused the entire team to disperse, with some people running fast and some slow.

Everyone gathered here, but looking at the corpses on the ground, the seriously injured Red Dragon, and Thomas's calmness, no one dared to move.

And they don't need to move around, because their strength will increase a little every once in a while.

More stragglers will arrive.

Neither side was in a hurry and they just kept confronting each other.

The only difference is that there is only one person on Thomas' side, while there are more and more people on the other side.

Those who fell behind caught up one by one.

A small number of people had weapons such as bows and crossbows, but no muskets.

After all, flintlocks were still a rarity in this era, with matchlocks being the mainstream. Unfortunately, the matchlocks had to be lit, making them more conspicuous at night.

In order to conceal the operation and avoid being seen by others, it is impossible to carry a musket.

Soon, dozens of people gathered here.

There is strength in numbers. Even though Thomas killed four or five people including Red Dragon, it is still obvious who is stronger and who is weaker when facing so many people.

"You... are the special envoy of the Wolf's Lair?" Little Gwalan had already handed the red dragon to someone else and stood in front.

With a warrior's intuition, he could feel the opponent's strength.

Feel the surging power beneath that seemingly ordinary body.

But...what's the use of this?

Elite warriors may not be afraid of being surrounded by ordinary soldiers, but they can never withstand the siege of equally elite warriors.

The enemy killed four or five people because they took advantage of a surprise attack, rather than engaging in a direct confrontation.

Little Gwalan clearly saw the final scene of the battle.

Although the Red Dragon was suppressed, it wasn't completely powerless. In fact, he could tell from experience that with just one more helper, the Red Dragon could hold its own against the opponent. If there were two more helpers, the envoy would be at a disadvantage.

At this moment, when dozens of people are besieging one person, no matter how strong the opponent is, it is impossible to fight back.

Two fists cannot beat four hands, and a hero cannot defeat a large number of people!

Since he could see it, the envoy must also know this.

But the envoy's incredible composure only meant that he had a trump card.

"It's me." Thomas looked at the other person with a smile.

"You killed... four of them?"

"This is our internal matter, none of your business... However, it seems that excuse is useless to you." Thomas smiled, a smile that could be felt even through the mask. "It seems that you are a true warrior, not a businessman."

He suddenly burst into laughter.

"It's true... the man who should be a noble warrior is a businessman, and the man who should be a businessman is a warrior. It's really..."

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Little Gevalan snorted coldly.

"You guys want to kill me with so few men?" Thomas laughed. "If it were the other way around, if you were the Red Dragon, there'd be a chance."

"Are you saying I'm not as good as him?"

"That's not the case. Merchants are good at speculation. If I really took a gamble, I might be in danger. But since you are a true warrior, you want to plan before you act. In this way, you don't have any chance at all!"

Little Gwalan didn't understand what the other party meant at all.

But even though they didn't understand it, the current situation was an absolute advantage for their side.

"Oh... no chance? I don't think so. Luigi," he said to his brother. "I'll leave the Red Dragon to you. The rest of you, follow me."

"it is good!"

Little Gwalan moved forward slowly, and the people behind him followed.

He did not adopt an encirclement strategy because widening the encirclement would easily create weak points, allowing the enemy to break out and escape.

But if we crush them head-on like this, the opponent will have no chance at all.

"Wait!" Thomas held out his hand. "I'm not your enemy."

"Ah?" Little Gwalan stopped, a little surprised. "What do you want to say?"

Now that things have come to this, he doesn't believe the other party can come up with any more profound truths.

"Look, here he comes!" Thomas pointed to the side.

Looking in the direction of his finger, I saw a lone figure jumping off his mount and heading towards this side.

The Damascus knife was already in his hand.

"So you see, you're not the only one with reinforcements; I have them too." Thomas spread his hands and even sheathed his sword. "Originally, we were supposed to meet on the way home, but you turned back, so I miscalculated. That's why it took so long for us to meet."

"Alone?" Little Gwalan was even more confused.

One person? Just one?

There are forty or fifty of them here!

"I originally wanted him to set fire to your base at the dock, then turn around and head here," Thomas explained. "So you should have met halfway. After all, it wouldn't have been appropriate to have him attack your base. I've seen your base, and it's like a fortress! God knows how many muskets and crossbows you have hidden away! On the other hand, out here in the wilderness, it's a different story. Go ahead, Boris!"

The Blasphemous Knight leaped up, his feet landing steadily in the air, as if he had stepped on an invisible glass brick. Then, using the same glass brick as leverage, he leaped again. He did this several times until he was already mid-air.

A large ball of silver light suddenly condensed on the Damascus knife, like a bright moon.

These silver lights fell from the top of the head like raindrops.

Silver Judgment!

Damn, no matter how many times I see it, I'm still shocked.

Just like the cluster bombs seen in the previous life, it instantly bombed every inch of land in the entire area.

Each beam of silver light is like a machine gun bullet, with extremely strong penetrating power.

When it hits the ground, it creates a bottomless hole.

If it hits a person, it will leave a hole or two holes in his body. No armor or shield can stop it.

A team of dozens of elite soldiers was completely wiped out by a single move of Silver Judgment.

The author says:

Author's words: Some readers said they couldn't understand this, so let me explain.

If we use the Red Dragon's businessman's thinking here, we can speculate directly when we see the favorable situation. Before all the people arrive, we can directly use the siege Thomas. Then we will have a chance to defeat Thomas before the Blasphemy Knight arrives.

If it were a warrior who planned before acting and was used to being cautious... Thomas would have been able to wait for the Blasphemous Knight to arrive for reinforcements.

Chapter 239 Trap 7

"This is... this is... what kind of power..." Little Gwalan got up.

He suffered four penetrating wounds, but luckily they were not fatal.

But even so, he was already seriously injured.

Just now, about half of the people died, and the other half were seriously injured.

Among the seriously injured, only three or four were able to stand up on their own.

The battle was still going on over there. After the Blasphemy Knight issued the Silver Judgment, he no longer paid attention to this side and attacked the other side, a place that was not affected by the Silver Judgment.

The people over there were none other than the injured Red Dragon, Little Gvaran's brother Luigi, and two of the Red Dragon's men.

The Blasphemous Knight was fighting with three people.

Three against one, it should be a siege.

Unfortunately, there was a huge difference in strength between the two. The Blasphemous Knight's Damascus sword was so powerful that it blocked the first man's attack with one move, and the second sword directly cut him in two.

The same goes for the second one.

In front of the national defense, elite warriors were vulnerable. Even without using extraordinary abilities, they would be killed in two moves.

The first move interrupts the opponent's attack rhythm, and the second move directly takes advantage of the opponent's gap.

The two helpers fell, and then the Profane Knight directly confronted Luigi who was using a short spear.

The Damascus blade slashed down on the opponent's spear handle. The immense force didn't seem to come from the blade, but rather like a blacksmith's hammer, striking the spear handle hard and causing it to vibrate violently.

Not only that, the timing of this knife attack was very strange. It happened to be the moment before Luigi exerted force, which directly disrupted Luigi's movement rhythm. He couldn't exert force and felt extremely uncomfortable.

The vibration of the spear made his chest feel inexplicably tight, he couldn't breathe, and he felt weak all over.

Then came the second knife.

The enormous force forcibly broke his stance, and the upper part of the Damascus knife slashed through.

Luigi's good head was beheaded with a single blow.

The Blasphemous Knight stepped forward, grabbed the head and took a look.

"A member of the Gvaran family." He said, and then threw Luigi's head towards Thomas.

"That's useless," Thomas laughed, taking a side step and letting the head fall to the ground. "That one will work. I want it whole!"

What he was referring to was the red dragon.

However, the Red Dragon had already fallen into a coma due to his injuries.

He turned his head and faced the rapidly approaching little Gwalan. "Look, you asked how others died. Now it seems that it won't be me who died... Don't you think so?"

"Ahhh..." Seeing his brother die, little Gwalan was almost insane, his eyes almost losing their rationality due to anger. "I will kill you!!"

His whole body swelled up, and blood gushed out rapidly from the wounds all over his body, but he held the weapons in both hands and rushed towards Thomas with all his strength.

This is a last-ditch effort using his extraordinary abilities.

Thomas didn't even draw his sword, but retreated quickly.

Steel Soul Secret Technique: Shrinking the Earth.

Although he looked impressive, the difference in speed meant that Little Gwalan was no threat to Thomas. He couldn't even get close to him.

Despite being seriously injured, little Gwalan activated his extraordinary abilities entirely on a single breath.

Just by looking at the blood gushing out of the wounds on his body, you could tell that he definitely couldn't hold on for much longer.

As expected, after the breath was released, little Gwalan immediately became dispirited, but his rage kept him chasing Thomas.

Thomas stopped and with a flick of his hand, he had the flintlock in his hand.

There was a bang.

Little Gwalan was hit directly, and the bullet went through his body, damaging his vital organs.

His eyes were filled with anger, but his body still fell down unwillingly.

In the dark night, the killing was nearing its end.

The Blasphemous Knight came all the way, slashing down everyone who was still alive one by one.

The few who could still move either tried to make a last-ditch effort or knelt down to beg for mercy, but neither was effective.

It was impossible for the elite to fight against the Protectorate, no matter how crazy, angry, or determined they were. The gap between the two sides could not be made up by spiritual strength.

Thomas doesn't take prisoners now and doesn't have time to house them.

The ground was covered with blood.

Blood mixed with snow water spread all around, as if there was blood everywhere.