A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thus, this originally insignificant small sect used the magic nodes it controlled to change the overall situation.

There are many people in this world who want to advance and protect their country.

Using this thing as bait can indeed effectively mobilize the enthusiasm of the Star-Moon Cultists.

"I see..." Thomas nodded.

Two or three protectors of the country should have been produced, and there are still two or three vacancies for protectors of the country.

This quota will not be given out for nothing, but will be used as a carrot dangling in front of the donkey.

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After returning from the teacher's place, Thomas was lying on the bed.

Brother Dawn was away again today—but Thomas had gotten used to it.

This is not a monastery, and we are not novice monks who have to follow the rules.

He is now full of energy and his sleep time has been shortened a lot, which is a good time to reflect on what he has gained today.

The first is that he is about to take over as the Grand Commander.

Although the Golden Edict has been obtained, it actually still requires a formal public ceremony.

This ceremony required the presence of several members of the Knights, so the ceremony could not be held immediately, but had to be delayed for a while until the Knights arrived.

In other words, theoretically he still has a chance to regret it.

It's not easy to be the Grand Master of the Knights of Rhodes Island.

Today he learned various intelligence details from his teacher, and combined with the layout on the map, he roughly understood the situation and direction of the entire war.

In a previous life, the Kingdom of Jerusalem could have held out for much longer, perhaps even until Saladin's death. But Guy, a fool, lost the kingdom's entire army at the Battle of Hattin.

But in this life, there was no Saladin and no Battle of Hattin.

And this wave of offensive was led by that unknown small sect.

In other words, after Thomas takes office, it is very likely that a coalition of Crescent Moon Cultists will besiege Rhodes Island after a short period of time.

Just like when one attains enlightenment and ascends to heaven, there will be a heavenly calamity.

However, as long as Thomas can survive this wave of natural disasters, he will truly control his own destiny.

As for the risks...

Thomas thought it was no problem.

With magic, the historical development of the two worlds is very different, but some things are eternal and unchanging.

After all, he remembered very clearly that in his previous life, the Ottomans attacked Rhodes. Although they won in the end, it was an extremely difficult victory.

The final victory was not achieved by capturing the castle and annihilating the enemy, but by proposing favorable peace terms and allowing the Knights to retreat with all their property.

It should be emphasized that this was the result of the Ottomans taking advantage of the time, place and people, and having overwhelming advantages in all aspects.

It has advantages in all aspects, including manpower, morale, equipment, logistics, fleet, etc., without any shortcomings.

From this reference, we can see that the situation may seem difficult, but in fact it is not dangerous.

At least Thomas felt that if he were to lead the army, he wouldn't be any worse than the Knights Hospitaller in history, right? Castle sieges and defenses didn't require much technical skill.

I don't know the quality of the Knights of Rhodes; perhaps they're not as good as the Knights Hospitaller. However, the combined forces of the Crescent and Crescent Cults are definitely not the all-powerful armies led by the Ottoman Sultan himself.

In a past life, Thomas had read some history books that said that if the Ottoman Sultan hadn't persisted, his men would have abandoned the siege and retreated long ago. In reality, the final peace talks weren't due to the Sultan's generosity, but rather to his own inability to continue. By the end, the morale of his most elite guards had sunk so low that they had to be forced to attack only under the threat of swords from their officers.

Thomas did not believe that the commander-in-chief of the Crescent Moon Alliance could have the authority and determination of the Ottoman Sultan.

Therefore, the position of the head of the group ultimately brings more opportunities than risks.

After surviving the disaster, Thomas truly became a local tyrant.

Of course, religious lords are inferior to secular lords, and it is difficult for their descendants to inherit.

However, Thomas currently has no descendants to inherit his status.

Of course, even if they did, it wouldn't matter. After all, there was a Hohenzollern family in history that set a precedent—that family privatized the Teutonic Knights and turned them into the Duchy of Prussia. Later, their descendants fought hard and defeated Austria and France, unified Germany, and established the Second German Empire!

If necessary, this advanced experience can be learned.

After figuring out this problem, Thomas began to consider the second question.

That is the wonderful existence I met today.

If Thomas was not mistaken, that guy was most likely a sealed and imprisoned god.

But I don’t know which number it is.

But I don’t know whether the other party is kind or malicious towards me, and I don’t know what power the other party possesses.

But if possible, Thomas hopes to gain some knowledge about the gods from there.

Just ordinary knowledge is enough, no advanced knowledge is needed.

Thomas hasn't even completed the first step towards becoming a god yet, so it's useless even if he has acquired advanced knowledge and skills.

Although he was called "young god" by the other party, Thomas knew that it was pure flattery.

He is now recognized as a god only above the world's person, because he has a damaged godhead and the ability to obtain divine power from sacrifice.

In other words, even the title of "false god" is a compliment to Thomas.

Compared to this, the flag is more of a consideration.

Thomas got up, polished the poisonous night pearl, and began to design the flag on the table.

A flag that generates power when it is noticed, so the content on the flag is very important.

It can be recognized at a glance!

Thomas first drew the two flags he was most familiar with, the five-star red flag and the hammer and sickle flag, and then quickly tore them down.

This flag is too generic.

It is the country and the party that give glory to the flag, not the flag itself. Without that country and that party, the flag is nothing.

Thomas then drew a pirate skull and crossbones flag that everyone was familiar with in their previous life.

There was no such flag in this era.

Although this flag is very distinctive, very eye-catching and unique, it is probably not appropriate for a Christian knight order to fly such a flag.

He thought about it and suddenly remembered the golem that was previously called "Heroic Soul".

In the opponent's hand, there is a silver cross that can be transformed into a cross sword of light.

This image is very distinctive.

After repeated thinking and pondering, Thomas drew a satisfactory picture on paper.

The base is a reddish color, and in the middle is a sword-shaped cross. The lower end of the cross is slightly longer than the other three sides, and the end is shaped like a sword blade. The color of the entire cross is scarlet.

While Thomas was still carefully outlining the flag, on the other side of the distant ocean, a bird was flying across the sea shrouded in darkness.

It was not an ordinary seagull, but a small falcon.

Under the wings of the eagle, the sea is surging.

In the darkness of the night, occasional cries could be heard from afar.

The hawk flew past, eventually landing on the top of a coastal castle. Someone was already in position atop the castle, and the small hawk perched on that person's arm.

This is domesticated by humans.

The man took the falcon and then deftly removed a small bamboo tube from its claws.

Inside the bamboo tube, there was a rolled-up letter.

The sea breeze blew, and the brazier on the top of the castle swayed, illuminating the face of the man reading the letter.

"Master Ferdinand!" a voice called out from behind. "They are looking for you!"

"I'll be there right away," Ferdinand said, and continued reading the letter.

Chapter 48: Star-Moon Cult 1

A few minutes later, Ferdinand finished reading the letter, turned around, handed the falcon in his hand to his men, and then walked down the stairs.

"Why are there so many cries?" he asked after taking a few steps.

"The slave traders say we need to separate the men, women, and children to get the highest price!" the servant replied truthfully. "So they're driving people away now."

It is normal for a family to cry and scream when they are torn apart, because that is the tearing of flesh and blood.

Ferdinand frowned.

"Don't worry, sir," the servant explained hurriedly. "The slave traders promise it will be over quickly and won't interfere with your meeting or your rest. You know, this is a big deal, and even you lords feel the need to give the slave traders some respect, but it's hard to say anything."

"Six thousand slaves...it's indeed a big deal," Ferdinand said.

These slaves were the Christians who were to be evacuated from Galilee.

They were supposed to be protected by the Rhodes Knights on the coast and retreat on dozens of merchant ships, but unfortunately, the Christian fleet that was originally protecting them suddenly changed its flag.

The people trapped on the coast were unable to move forward or backward, and the tacit agreement they had originally reached could no longer be maintained.

All were taken captive and sold as slaves.

After all, the Crescent Moon and Christianity are both one of the three Semitic cults, so there is actually no difference in this respect. Prisoners of war are basically enslaved.

"My Lord, the letter you received..."

"Yes, it was intelligence from Rome. As expected, the Holy See was furious and immediately ordered the Kingdom of Spain to cooperate in the strict pursuit of heresy." Ferdinand chuckled.

There was a hint of obvious emotion mixed in with the laughter.

It's not about hunting down traitors, it's about hunting down heretics. These two words are completely different.

The punishment for the former was ultimately limited, while the latter was a life-threatening punishment. Everyone knew the brutal methods of the Inquisition.

It's like a patient in a mental hospital cannot prove that he is not mentally ill.

No one could prove that he was not a heretic before the Inquisitor.

"But you are just an adopted son..."

"This does not affect the Holy See's impotent rage. When I do something like this, someone will always suffer."

The attendant stopped talking, and the two of them walked in silence. In the long castle corridor, only the sound of footsteps echoed.

Ferdinand closed his eyes, and his mind unconsciously flashed back to the care and training his adoptive parents had given him over the years.

But in the end... they chose to let their biological son inherit the title and territory, and sent him, their adopted son, into the church.

"Don't blame me...Father, Mother..." He whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

Eventually, the trace of struggle and regret deep in his eyes slowly faded away.

"You are the high and mighty lords... and I... am a lowly commoner, only fit to roll in the mud..."

"If it weren't for my extraordinary talent, I'm afraid you wouldn't even give me a second glance..."

"I've followed your instructions and done everything for you for so many years... I've already repaid the debt of adoption. Now..."

He opened his eyes, and a stern light shone in his gaze.

"It's time for me to live for myself..."

His steps also became more powerful.

At the end of the corridor is the castle hall.

The hall is already full of people.

Among these people, the vast majority are Star and Crescent followers wearing turbans.

The skin color is different, some are Berber, some are Arab, and some are Sahrawi.

These are his men... in name only.

At least there was a prominent spot in the room, now empty and waiting for him.

He got this position at the cost of betrayal.