A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his foot on the ground, and with the help of the reaction force, his body shot forward.

The woman quickly moved behind Thomas.

It's the classic wolf pack tactic again.

A frontal attack, creating as much noise as possible to attract the enemy's attention, but the real killer move lies in the other one that goes around the latter.

Of course, if the prey sees through this strategy and focuses most of its attention on the side that goes around the latter, the frontal side can also be transformed into a strong attack.

The knife flashed by, and Thomas drew out his sword.

Swords clash.

The man's body stiffened immediately.

Thomas swung his sword upwards and cut the man's neck directly.

The movements were slow, even deliberately slow. Despite his immense skill, the man was paralyzed by the electric shock and could only watch helplessly as the blade pierced his trachea and blood vessels, slicing all the way to his cervical vertebrae.

Then he calmly turned back to face the woman.

The woman was also startled, but it was too late to retreat. She could only swing the dagger in her hand, turning it into thousands of sword shadows.

She used extraordinary power, and it was hard to say how much strength it had, but the speed increase was a bit exaggerated, and there was a visual afterimage effect.

"What a pity..." Thomas slightly changed the path of his sword.

The sword shadow, which was extremely fast and difficult to block, was hit by Thomas' sword.

The two swords collided.

The woman's body also froze, unable to move under the shock of the electric current.

The long sword took advantage of the momentum and attacked again.

The sword blade cut deeply into the woman's neck. The woman's whole body was shaking violently, and her delicate face was gradually swallowed by death.

"What a shame..." Thomas slowly drew back his sword, careful not to spill blood. "I gave you a chance."

When the Protectorate faced the elite, no tricks from the elite would work. On the contrary, the masked assassins' tactic of striking and running away was more troublesome.

Rushing forward on your own initiative is seeking death.

“You…how…how is it possible…” The woman twitched violently, trying in vain to cover the wound on her neck.

Her pupils dilated, but she still showed disbelief.

The two of them joined forces to deal with an elite who had just broken through...

What's going on?! What's going on here...?

This person actually...but...

Thomas pulled away, and her legs finally couldn't bear the weight of her body and she collapsed weakly.

The killing was over quickly.

Thomas stood in the woods, lost in thought.

The bad old man is very bad!

If these two elite soldiers were put on the battlefield, they would not be able to defeat a hundred of them, but at least they could defeat ten of them.

In small-scale battles, it can even have the miraculous effect of breaking through the enemy's formation.

But under the command of the National Guard, there is no difference between them and the backbone or even the newbies.

This is a good way to lure and kill the enemy's masters.

No wonder the old man refused to reveal the news that he was a protector of the country (half-step protector of the country) from beginning to end.

Thomas decided to maintain such a good situation. It would be a great honor if he could kill a few more enemies!

The noise of the battle finally subsided.

The cannon fired once, but not a second time.

Slowly, the whole forest fell silent again.

At this time, a figure came to the land in the forest and saw the bodies of the two dead people.

It was none other than His Royal Highness the Prince.

He squatted down, gently turned over the two bodies, and looked at their faces.

Both of them had half of their necks cut off, and anyone could tell at a glance that there was no hope of saving them.

A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes. These two were his personal attendants who had served him for many years. They were elite masters that he had personally recruited.

After being together for a long time, we have developed feelings for each other.

Even the high and mighty royal family were not cold-blooded creatures. After spending time with their trusted subordinates, they would naturally become accustomed to their presence and regard them as their own family.

Maybe we can't call them family...but let alone people, you'll develop feelings for a dog if you raise it for a long time.

But now... they are both dead.

Died at the hands of a group of assassins who came from nowhere.

Moreover, there were few signs of fighting around, and it could be seen that they were easily killed by the enemy.

An overwhelming difference in combat power.

His face looked ugly.

Soon, two guards rushed into the forest. They were shocked when they saw the corpse on the ground.

They knew both of the people on the ground.

Although we were attacked by assassins this time, after the battle, we found that our side’s losses were actually not great.

Even that shot, despite its impressive sound, didn't actually hit any target.

The death of these two people is probably the most devastating loss.

"Check and see what the cause of death is." The prince ordered in a deep voice.

Even though the throat was severed, a thorough examination was still necessary. After all, being killed in battle and being killed by poison or drugs were two completely different things. Of course, this kind of work was not the prince's job.

The two guards immediately began to examine the deceased, meticulously examining every inch of the body, even lighting a lamp.

After a while, one of them reported.

"Your Highness, these two were likely killed in direct combat. There's nothing else going on. However," the man emphasized, "I discovered the Star-Moon Cult's...secret tattoos on them!"

Chapter 62: Arrogance 4

"Star and Crescent Cultists?" the prince was surprised. "Doesn't their doctrine forbid tattoos?"

"Yes, but there are some small factions in the Star-Moon Sect that are suppressed by the mainstream, but they don't object to doing this. They often use methods such as tattoos to distinguish between friends and foes. The two of them have such tattoos on their bodies." The subordinate replied.

This is easy to understand. After all, their teachings prohibit alcohol! So why not drink it anyway?

"Impossible, they are me..." The prince wanted to refute, but he couldn't.

Because these two were not born and raised in his family, but were talents he had chosen.

Being selected as one's attendant and maid as a commoner is considered a very high treatment.

"So...they are both Star-Moon Cultists? Disguised as being by my side?"

"Exactly."

The prince remained silent for a moment, speechless.

Because he felt that this simple journey might not be as simple as he imagined.

It's not even halfway through yet and such a big thing has happened.

"This person is lurking around me. Was it intentional from the beginning, or was it just an accident? After all, there are many cases of Star-Moon Cultists converting to Christianity..."

Moreover, this time the death was even more inexplicable.

Could it be that... the target of this massive attack wasn't someone else, but these two? Were they both traitors that the Star-Moon Cult wanted to hunt down?

Nothing is known.

With so many thoughts in his mind, the prince fell silent.

"Carefully investigate the rest of my team, both men and women. I don't want anyone like this to appear again!"

"Yes!"

At midnight, the convoy was finally restored to order, and the escaped cattle and horses were recovered.

Several cows were injured, but the horses were fine.

Everyone continued to clean up, bandage the wounds and bury the bodies.

To be honest, the casualties among the convoy personnel were not great, but the losses among the assassins were much greater, with more than a dozen killed.

Several guards carefully examined the assassins' bodies but found no traces.

Some of these assassins were only of average skill, but others were so powerful that they were far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

A large part of them are elite.

Especially one of them who is a half-step protector of the country and can fight against the prince.

Although the overall strength is obviously inferior to this side, it is definitely not weak.

Experts of this level are all top fighters in their respective forces, and they will not be easily sent out to carry out assassinations.

After the convoy was ready and packed up, it continued on its way.

This time, the prince no longer dared to travel around, so he naturally traveled much faster.

Soon they left the mountains and arrived at a city. In the city, they were able to handle various trivial matters, such as settling the wounded, purchasing cattle and horses, repairing equipment, etc., and then they continued on their journey.

……

"Failed?"

In a secret camp in the mountains.

The leader of the assassins who had attacked earlier was staring at the two people in front of him with an ugly expression.

These two people are not his subordinates, but representatives of other forces in the alliance.

This time I'm just joining them in the assassination.

"Those were two veteran elites! Dead? Didn't we already give them an opportunity? How did they die?"

His eyes were serious, and he vaguely guessed something was wrong.

"It's not clear, but everyone speculates that it is very likely that the guards accompanying him are not simple! But it is also possible that there are other masters who conceal their identities and blend in with the crowd." A team leader replied.

"Are there any additional experts accompanying us?" The leader's eyes were cold.

Two elite warriors, and two insiders. I thought it was a sure thing. In the best case scenario, I could kill them and then restore my disguise, allowing me to continue to play a greater role.

But now...

"To be able to kill two elite soldiers in such a short time, he must be at least a high-level elite, or even a half-step protector of the country. However, most such powerful people have great reputations... Although the Catholic Church is powerful, where did such a master come from?"

Everyone has been fighting each other for hundreds of years, ever since the Crusades.

They are all very familiar with each other. So these powerful masters actually know each other well.

Thomas, after all, is just a Grand Master of the Knights Templar.

It may look impressive, but in reality, its status in the entire Christian world is just that, it simply takes the title of "directly under the Pope."

Your own level is another matter, but assigning an elite master as a guard is already a very high standard.

In fact, it is easy to find a backbone, but it is difficult to find an elite.

Elite warriors are very valuable to any force.

Especially for those forces that do not have a large army, elite warriors are extremely rare.

The death of two elite traitors is no ordinary loss.

In fact, in this operation, apart from the cannon fodder that was destined to be lost, there were no casualties among the genuine members.

Some were injured, but no one died.