A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Because of these remnants of the old days, what it gets must be greater than what it pays.

On the human side, the opposite is true, with the cost outweighing the gains.

But there are always some who want others to bear the cost and keep the rewards for themselves, and thus become the pawns of the remnants of the old times.

This is the summary of Christians' experience with the remnants of the old times over the years.

But no matter what, the Grand Master is extremely concerned about this matter and will send reinforcements to Thomas when winter ends.

Then I will go to the Chude tribe to investigate.

Chapter 252: Cutting the Grass and Eradicating Its Roots 1

Dusk.

On the outskirts of Novgorod, the Gvaran family's private dock.

This place has been taxed, so the Grand Duke's officials, especially the tax collectors, will not come here. This is a small private kingdom.

This pier is a symbol of the Gwalan family's identity and strength.

In the city of Novgorod, the real nobles looked down on the slave trader, but they all acknowledged that they were the new rich of the city.

But tonight, the little private kingdom turned into a slaughterhouse.

No one knew what was happening, but everyone knew that an enemy was approaching.

From time to time, the sound of gunfire could be heard.

The entire terminal actually occupies a large area and has many supporting facilities.

But it is winter now and the waterways are frozen, so all the supporting facilities are deserted and empty.

Only the Gwalan family’s own people.

And now, a massacre is taking place between these buildings.

"Four," Thomas pointed to a nearby building, "two arquebusiers and one elite soldier."

This is a building similar to a watchtower, supposedly responsible for observing the river's surface. Even in winter when the river is frozen, there are still people stationed there.

"The muzzle of the gun is facing forward. If you enter through the main gate, you will be shot immediately," said Thomas.

Through the induction of the mental field, he can clearly grasp the other party's situation.

"Understood," the Blasphemous Knight replied. He then stepped into the air, took a few steps upwards, as if walking on stairs, and entered through the window high up in the watchtower.

Although the Blasphemous Knight is a national defender, his ability is high attack and high dodge, not high defense.

Flesh still can't stop bullets.

And no matter how fast the Blasphemous Knight moves, he can't race against bullets.

Therefore, if he relied on himself, he would not be able to attack the Gwalan family's base. If he really wanted to take action, he would only be able to kill a few sentries and set a few fires on the periphery.

If we really want to attack the enemy's prepared position, it will be dangerous.

After all, in an indoor environment, the range of movement is limited, and muskets and crossbows are not to be trifled with.

But with Thomas as a partner, the situation is completely different.

Because Thomas's mental field can sense what's happening inside through the building.

For example, now Thomas can clearly understand the situation in the watchtower.

The Blasphemous Knight came directly from behind to kill him.

There was no need for any fighting, a small-scale Silver Judgment immediately cleared the field, and the opponent's arquebuses didn't even have a chance to fire.

Then Thomas came in from the main gate and saw four enemies who were only breathing their last breath, so he went forward to finish them off.

This time, his magic sword remained unsheathed, but he held a sacrificial knife in his hand.

The sacrificial knife has turned golden.

The golden blade slashed across the human body, and the flesh and blood at the wound immediately shrank.

"Okay, there are no more here."

Thomas turned and left.

All the surrounding buildings have been cleared, and now only the dock building remains.

All the remaining members of the Gwalan family gathered in that building.

It's time to enter the final act of this drama.

Although the Gwalan family is powerful, it is ultimately just a new upstart and lacks foundation.

Moreover, because they had a steady supply of elite potions, their family was accustomed to having a smaller guard team.

After all, one elite soldier can be worth ten or even a hundred.

So even though their business is big, the family's professional warrior team is not large. Even if all of them are added together, the family's professional guards are only about a hundred people.

In terms of numbers, it is even less than that of the Ostromir family, which does not engage in slave trade.

In the past, there were a lot of business travelers coming and going at the dock, and there were many sailors, guards, and mercenaries available.

But when winter comes and the rivers freeze, the outsiders naturally leave.

Not only that, little Gwalan had taken nearly half of the people out before, and the entire army was wiped out.

Therefore, the strength within the family is really in a window period now.

All together, there are only about two hundred people.

In the room at the top of the building, everyone gathered together.

Including Old Gwalan, there are more than twenty elite warriors.

There were also some elderly, weak, women and children, all huddled in the corner.

No matter what their beliefs are, all they can do now is pray to their gods.

Everyone could hear the occasional sound of muskets and the wails of the dying on the lower floors of the building.

The invaders came charging in.

"Is there still no news about the Grand Duke's reinforcements?" Old Gevalan asked the people around him with red eyes.

This place is just a stone's throw away from the city of Novgorod. Logically, the Grand Duke in the city should have been alerted and the standing army should have been dispatched long ago.

Even if the Grand Duke was not in the city due to some matters, the nobles, both large and small, should have been alarmed long ago.

At the very least, the militia from the Witcher (Citizens' Council) should have arrived.

But in fact nothing happened.

They sent out several messengers, but they seemed to have disappeared and there was no news from them.

Logically speaking, this is impossible because the messenger can take different routes and leave in multiple directions - even if he takes a big detour, he should have been delivered long ago.

It's easy to intercept one messenger, but to intercept all the messengers... even the clairvoyant and the sharp-eared cannot do it.

Unless a large army is sent to surround this place.

But if that's the case, then there's no need for a messenger. The city guards would have already noticed it. The whole city must be mobilized for war!

The men around him shook their heads.

"How is it possible? Could it be the Grand Duke..." Veins throbbed on the back of old Gvaran's hand.

Another scream came from below.

It can be seen that the invaders are not numerous, but their combat power is extremely strong.

Elite warriors are vulnerable to invaders.

Either protecting the country or half a step towards protecting the country!

"Master, I'm afraid..." A guard gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Is everyone down there wiped out?"

The low temperature in winter could not stop the sweat from breaking out on his forehead.

The corner of Old Gwalan's mouth twitched, and he slowly tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.

Although he is old, he is indeed an elite warrior.

Although there is no hope of advancing to the Protector of the Nation, and even half a step to the Protector of the Nation is not possible, but... the huge family fortune accumulated over the decades is enough to be proud of.

To reach his current position, he had to go through countless steps of betrayal and killing.

With a bang, the door was violently kicked open from the outside.

A figure wearing a wolf-head mask appeared at the door.

"Shadow Wolf! It's you!" Although it was the first time he saw the other party, Old Gevalan immediately confirmed the other party's identity.

Chapter 253: Cutting the Grass and Eradicating Its Roots 2

"You have quite a good eye." Shadow Wolf looked around.

There were about forty people, including the elderly, the weak, women and children, all huddled in a corner.

The men stood there with their weapons.

It goes without saying that the old man in the middle is old Gwalan himself.

There were about twenty men, all of them were elite soldiers, but they did not have muskets, crossbows or the like in their hands, but almost all of them were equipped with swords, spears and knives.

The mental field clearly told Thomas that these were elite warriors.

No wonder there are no muskets.

There are no more hidden people here.

The remaining members of the Gwalan family are concentrated here.

A little less than expected... but that might be because it's winter. After all, merchants here tend to lay off temporary workers to save costs when winter comes.

We can start recruiting tomorrow when spring comes, thus saving a winter’s wages and food expenses.

Those who stay here are the core staff.

Furthermore, the proportion of elites was truly astonishing. Almost one out of every two or three people was an elite.

Especially these last twenty or so.

"How dare you..."

"I didn't dare to do that originally," Thomas said. "Now it's hard to say... Princess Long Sword isn't here?"

No one knew where the woman had gone after she fought with him last time.

Thomas was certain the man was injured. Maybe seriously, maybe slightly.

I originally thought that there was a high probability that he was hiding here to recuperate, but now it seems that is not the case.

That woman is much more cautious than expected.

What a shame. If she were here, the problem would be solved once and for all.

Let her see what it means to truly protect the country!

It was only after meeting that woman that Thomas understood how... diverse these extraordinary abilities were.

The extraordinary power of the Long Sword Princess is not used for fighting or assistance, but for upgrading.

As long as you are noticed, you can gain strength.

It’s true... If he was an internet celebrity in his previous life, with tens of millions of fans, he would probably be invincible.

Even now, it should only be a matter of time before he becomes the protector of the country.

"Do you know..." Old Gwalan gritted his teeth. "What are you doing?"

"I know." Thomas nodded. "I'm here to kill you... Well, that's easy to misunderstand. I'm here to completely wipe out the Gwalan family! Everyone here must die, even women and children."

His tone was calm, but the cruelty in his words was chilling.

"Why?" asked old Gwalan.

"Why? Isn't it obvious? I saw with my own eyes the Gwalans killing and abducting the relocated Chud people as slaves. Do these Chud people even ask why?" Thomas asked in surprise. "The reason is simple: the law of the jungle."