A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

He began to walk down the steps to the stern deck. With every step he took, his figure became more blurred. When he reached the middle of the steps, his figure had become mostly blurred, as if wrapped in a thick fog, and was hazy and unclear.

This is the cabin in the stern.

The door of the cabin was open, and inside was a young man wearing metal armor.

The kind of person who you can tell at a glance has some status.

Although the navy is a costly branch of the military, the fact is that the navy's equipment is inferior to the army's. At least in terms of armor, it is far inferior.

The main military expenditure is on warships.

The young man had a long sword on his waist, but it was not unsheathed. The sound of his footsteps startled the young man, who looked towards him.

A young nobleman brought by his elders to the battlefield to gild himself?

Selim sneered. He had seen this kind of person before, and he hated this kind of person the most.

Even though they were hiding behind the enemy lines, had not experienced life-or-death combat, and were completely unaware of the dangers and hardships of real combat, they could still receive the honor of having "been on the battlefield" and even receive military awards.

It's absolutely no different from a thief!

Of course, from another perspective, this target is also the best prey.

For example, at this moment, in his opinion, the ransom of this noble young man might be higher than the value of this battleship.

Unfortunately, he was just a visitor this time. The time required to collect the ransom for the captives was too long, so he could not enjoy it at all.

In this case, evil thoughts arose in his heart.

Just kill this noble young man... let him experience the horror of the battlefield!

"Elite...high level?" The other party looked at him and suddenly said something to himself.

what?

Selim was stunned. It wasn't because he barely understood the other person's language, but because he felt something strange in his hand.

This scimitar known as the ancient Taibai sword suddenly trembled.

The next second, without any warning, the other party appeared in front of him.

Teleport?

He saw the shadow of a sword from the corner of his eye. The sword came so suddenly that it gave the illusion that it appeared out of nowhere.

He barely swung his sword to block at the last moment. The moment the sword and the blade collided, the scimitar let out a mournful cry and turned into countless pieces.

Then the sword slashed across his throat.

Chapter 33 Betrayal

In the far east, on an island.

This is Rhode Island, which also has a very poetic name "Rose Island".

It's a beautiful island, as the name alone suggests.

Late at night, a small boat was sailing along the coast, slowly approaching a small pier on the island.

This is a very simple pier and there is nothing around it.

There wasn't even any light.

The boat docked and several figures came ashore.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned build, wearing leather armor and holding a short spear - a weapon commonly used in naval battles.

"Wait a minute, I'll be back soon."

He turned around and said to several of his men.

"Yes." The others agreed.

The man raised his head, revealing a face full of fatigue.

In the moonlight, one could clearly see the golden patterns on his helmet. Only the nobility would wear such decorations.

He walked forward. Although there was no house in front of him, he knew there was a cave here.

The entrance to the cave is several meters high, about the same height as an ordinary house. Standing at the entrance, you can feel the chill breeze blowing from inside.

Without hesitation, he walked into the cave.

Not far away, I saw a torch mounted on the wall for lighting.

Every time you pass a certain distance, you can see such a torch.

A few minutes later, a stone hall appeared ahead.

A creation that is half natural and half artificial.

The stone hall was extremely plain. Apart from a few braziers and sets of tables and chairs, food and firewood were piled up in the corners.

There should be a bed further away, but it is not visible from this position.

It looked like a typical outpost, and also like a transit station.

Although it is simple, it is large in area and warm in winter and cool in summer, which is better than an ordinary house.

He saw at a glance that there was someone inside.

The man stood in the dark corner of the fire, preventing the light from illuminating his body.

"Count Tortosa?" the man asked from the shadows.

"It's me." The count approached the brazier and wanted to warm himself by the fire.

The sea in winter is not a comfortable environment and your hands can easily become frozen.

"Ferdinand?" the Count said. "You're here already? It's been a while. Old friends meeting each other should have a drink."

"Well... We originally wanted to go to Malakley City to reinforce..." The man answered in a deep voice in the shadows.

"Actually, even if reinforcements arrived in time, it wouldn't have changed anything..." Count Tortosa was silent for a moment, then spoke up. "We chose to give up. Now the entire Earldom of Tortosa has been seized by the infidels. I'm just a figurehead now."

"You offered no resistance?"

"Resistance? There's no need. Most of the residents of Malakley have already evacuated. As long as they're safe, that's all that matters. There's no need to sacrifice others for my title of Earl."

"Ah..." the shadowy figure sighed. "Don't you want to fight back?"

"There's no need. The Star-Moon Cult is too powerful... there's no need for further sacrifice. However, there are still many who are ignorant and unaware. I can't abandon them."

"Those farmers outside the city? Is it still too late? You just said that the city has been... lost?"

"Well, everyone must be taken away. I have reached a tacit understanding with the Star-Moon Cultists." The Earl smiled.

Of course, tacit understanding is impossible, it should be a secret agreement.

The residents were allowed to evacuate safely in exchange for handing over the city.

This is also a way for the weaker party to preserve itself. On the contrary, if a siege occurs, then massacre and death are inevitable.

"Forget it. Why did you call me here? What are your plans?"

"I need some ships to transport those who haven't evacuated yet," the count continued. "I heard you were recently promoted and are now in charge of the Knights' fleet?"

"Ah, I see." The man called Ferdinand stepped out from the shadows. He had a dignified, square face, was about forty years old, and had short hair and a short beard. It was unclear whether it was genetics or some other reason that caused his hair to be almost completely white.

"Have you reached an agreement with the Star-Moon Cult?"

The Count smiled but made no reply.

"You're still the same... You're clearly an elite warrior with superb martial arts skills, yet you also have a naive side... Well, after all, as long as you survive, there's still a glimmer of hope. However, have you considered one thing?"

"whats the matter?"

"What if the Star-Moon Cultists break their promise?"

"Then we will resist to the end!" said the count without hesitation.

Ferdinand's expression darkened, and he took out a letter from his pocket and threw it to the other party.

"What is this?" The count took the letter and asked with some confusion.

"A letter from our spies, reporting on the battle at the front."

The count was startled and quickly tore open the envelope and took out the letter inside.

As he pulled the letter out of the envelope, he brought out some light-colored powder, and in a trance, he seemed to smell a faint fragrance.

"What is...what is this?" The count subconsciously held his breath, but he was still a step too late.

He never dreamed that he would be ambushed in such a situation.

"What's going on?" On the other side, Ferdinand was also stunned, as if he had no idea what was going on.

He saw the count staggering and struggling to stand, so he quickly stepped forward and offered his hand to support him.

"Don't come over, there's something wrong with this letter..."

The Earl warned, but the next moment, he felt a chill that made his bones tremble.

Something stabbed into his neck.

Click!

Ferdinand lowered his head, not looking at the other person's face.

He exerted force with his hands, and the strength of an elite warrior was instantly transformed into terrifying explosive power.

The hard bones of humans were cut directly.

"I'm sorry, Count," Ferdinand whispered. "I don't want to... but... this is the way it is in these times."

He could feel a large amount of blood, thick and warm, flowing down the dagger, flowing through the gaps between his fingers, and sliding down the edge of his palm.

Two weak hands held his hands, trying to break free from the dagger.

But to no avail.

Due to the effects of injuries and magical poison, the Earl, who was also an elite warrior, could only look at the old friend in front of him with difficulty and despair.

"Why... why?"

"Because I've already decided to convert to the Crescent-Star Cult," Ferdinand said. "Rhodes Island, and your people, are my pledge of allegiance. Unfortunately, you shouldn't have retreated in the first place. And you shouldn't have... attempted to use the Knights' power to retreat."

"What benefits did they...they...give you?"

"The opportunity to become a protector of the nation. Tell me, is that enough?"

He continued to exert force, and the blade continued to cut. The firelight in the stone hall flickered, and in the shadow of the stone wall, a body fell to its knees, completely silent.

Section 34 World Line 1

The bloody boarding battle finally ended.

The victors now began to dispose of their prize—the dhow and everything on board.

At the beginning, there were about 150 sailors on board. After the fierce battle, only 120 were left, including the wounded.

In other words, in this naval battle where they had a significant advantage, the losses still reached one-fifth. If casualties were counted, the losses would be around one-third.

After such a victory, a warship has basically lost its combat effectiveness and needs to go back to repair and replenish the crew before it can be put into battle again.

This battle is an extremely rare practical opportunity, an opportunity to truly integrate theory and practice.

It makes you understand clearly that naval battles in this era are not easy to fight.

The performance of the ship itself is important, the captain's navigation skills are important, the number of crew members is important, pre-battle command is important, crew morale is important, crew equipment is important...

Even if all factors are favorable and can prevail, the loss will still reach one-third.

This also shows that once it becomes a two-on-one situation, with two ships fighting one... it will be difficult for the weaker side to win.

This would never happen in a land battle.

From this we can see that the real key lies in national strength and financial resources.

In the ongoing tug-of-war between the Crescent Moon Cultists or the Crescent Moon Cultists and Christians, sooner or later the Christians will lose.

Although this world does not have the great king Saladin, nor the Ottoman Turks who can defeat all the heroes, Christians are doomed to fail in the battle for the Holy Land.

Next, Thomas witnessed the distribution process.