A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Several sailors wanted to retreat, but at this time a team of patrolmen were startled by the sound and came over here.

"Come here, arrest the assassins. These assassins are trying to kill the Grand Commander. Arrest them all, and take control of their ship as well..."

Here, Joseph continued to suppress the remaining sailors, and Andrea met the patrol and gave orders from a distance.

The sailors turned to run but were stopped by a patrol.

These sailors lacked armor or long weapons, while the patrolmen were fully armed. Not to mention the two elite knights supporting them. This battle was a foregone conclusion from the outset.

Thomas walked to the dead captain's side

"Dare to assassinate me," he sneered.

This wasn't his first battle, but it was the first time he'd experienced complete freedom without any constraints, without having to worry about consequences or retaliation.

In the past, after killing someone, one had to either flee or dispose of the body. Even if it was official business and there was no need to flee or dispose of the body, a report had to be filed afterwards.

Now, you don't have to worry about anything. You'll have a team of people to take care of the little things that will happen. No one will question you.

It turns out that being the master of a place is more comfortable.

Also, finally…caught my first fish.

Unfortunately, the fish was not big, just an elite. Thomas simply ignored the other ordinary-level warriors.

There are too many people like this, they are simply cannon fodder that cannot be exhausted. Killing one more or one less makes no difference.

It doesn't matter, Thomas understands, this is just the beginning.

More fish will be caught, and the fish will be bigger and fatter!

Thomas looked at the distant horizon again, and the golden-red seascape had regained its original purity.

Sure enough, everything changes with the mood.

However, when Thomas was looking at the distant sea view comfortably, a pair of cold and sharp eyes like an eagle appeared from the second-floor window of a building near the pier in the distance.

The distance was too far and the target was too small, so even Thomas couldn't detect that gaze.

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Those eyes saw the whole thing.

Then the window was closed.

The owner of the eyes sat at the table, holding a quill and a piece of paper that was already filled with words.

"...As mentioned earlier, the new Grand Master, Thomas, is a fighter with a very firm belief, fanatical and restless..."

“Although I am not strong, I firmly believe that I am protected by Christ and never fear a fight.”

"It is said that during naval battles, although he would not lead the charge, he would take the initiative to order attacks."

"According to reliable sources, he possesses a magical banner gifted by the Pope. The banner is a red cross, but the lower end of the cross is transformed into a sword, with a light red background. This banner is known as the 'Bloody Cross'."

"...I managed to befriend several lower-ranking soldiers and obtained some basic information about the Bloody Cross Flag."

"Whenever a battle is about to begin, Thomas will order the raising of the Bloody Cross Flag. The magic flag can cast powerful spells, blessing every soldier within range."

"The scope of the blessing is unknown, but it is believed to cover at least one medium-sized galley."

"It can cast not just one spell, but multiple spells at once. With this magical power, even the most ordinary warrior can challenge elite enemies. And most importantly, it seems to come at no cost! This is undoubtedly a treasure, and it's no exaggeration to call it a divine artifact."

"According to rumors, this flag was not made by an ordinary person, but was gifted to the Vatican by Christ a hundred years ago. It is also proof that Catholicism has been blessed by God!"

"The situation must have been extremely unfavorable, and the Pope had no choice but to give this sacred object to his student."

"Thomas took the flag very seriously and never let it out of his sight."

"He usually only ordered the flag to be raised before a battle. But sometimes he would use it to create a strong wind to blow the sails."

"Whenever Thomas disembarked, he would always collect it. He would fold it himself and put it in his pocket."

"Except for a very few close confidants, he forbade anyone to touch the flag. Currently, it is known that a clerk of the Order holds this special honor. It is said that while on board the ship, the clerk is responsible for raising and lowering the flag every time."

"...Also, for some reason, among the lower-ranking soldiers and sailors, this new Grand Master has a strange nickname: 'Eight Thousand Florins.' Of course, no one dares to call him that to his face."

"Maybe the first warship he bought cost him eight thousand florins? But that's a normal and reasonable price. I don't know why it's being criticized."

He carefully read what he had written again, confirmed that it was correct, and then continued writing.

"From this perspective, with the protection of this magical flag, a Knights' soldier can easily defeat ten enemies with one. Each one of them is an elite warrior, with combat power far beyond the reach of ordinary armies. In a head-on encounter, without tens of thousands of men, the Knights would be no match for them, let alone a siege. Even in a field battle, they would be outmatched. Landing on Rhodes Island would be even more difficult without a force of 100,000. Even if the Knights lack warships, they would still be able to defeat any who land on the island mid-crossing."

"...Although this magic flag appears flawless, Captain Thomas himself is the biggest flaw."

"Grandmaster Thomas isn't one to stay in the safety of the Knights' headquarters. He occasionally comes out to patrol the island. The places he most often goes to are the docks and the suburbs. He makes time to come out almost every day, but the time is irregular."

"In most cases, he will be accompanied by two absolutely reliable bodyguards."

"Both are elite warriors, and the details of their extraordinary abilities are unknown. We currently believe that one of them possesses the ability to immobilize an enemy, but it can only immobilize one enemy."

"The other one is extremely quick and responsive, so he shouldn't be underestimated either."

"If it were a single assassin, it would be impossible to break through two guards."

"But no matter how powerful they are, they are just two elite warriors."

"Thomas himself is likely an elite warrior. But no one knows what his extraordinary abilities are."

After finishing the whole thing, he read it again with satisfaction to make sure there were no typos or misleading content.

This information is very important and absolutely valuable.

A few thousand florins at least.

And the best part is, you can kill two birds with one stone!

If you are lucky, you can easily make seven or eight thousand florins.

He folded the letter carefully and put it away, then went downstairs from the other side.

……

Outside the city of Acre, near Jerusalem.

Fires are burning in every corner of a small village

In this era, almost all buildings were flammable, even if they had mud walls and wooden or straw roofs.

The flames expanded rapidly, engulfing most of the buildings in the village.

In the blink of an eye, the whole village has become a sea of ​​fire

Through the gaps in the firelight, one could vaguely see corpses lying on the ground in the village, with blood flowing like a stream.

"here we go again……"

On the road outside the village, a group of people holding cross flags were staring solemnly at the fire in front of them.

The leader wore a steel helmet, armor, a white cloak with a red cross, a long sword at his waist, and was strong and powerful.

But he was a knight of the Knights Hospitaller.

Only official knights of the Knights Hospitaller can wear this cloak.

"This is already the third case recently..." The Knight Hospitaller's face was grim. The previous two problems hadn't been solved yet, and now another one has come up.

"Those pagans sent messengers to this village, which had already converted to Christianity, to convert back to the Star and Crescent religion. But the villagers refused and drove the messengers away."

"At that time, the messenger spread the word, asking the people of this village to wait and see. Now..."

The man beside him who was obviously his attendant shook his head and stopped talking.

"It's exactly the same as the previous situation. It's basically certain that it was done by the same murderer!" said the Knight Hospitaller.

"They actually penetrated this area and massacred people and villages... This is truly lawless! I can't believe it. This is the Knights' territory!!"

He gripped the hilt of the sword, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Sir, this area is vast and sparsely populated. The enemy is few in number but strong in combat. Their movements are erratic and they are good at concealing their tracks. It is difficult for us to chase them." The attendant asked with a frown.

Unless you have accurate intelligence, it is really difficult to hunt down three or five enemies who are good at evading enemies in the wild.

"Let's apply for a spell! Use the prophecy spell to locate it!" the knight said harshly.

The enemy has the power to massacre an entire village in a short period of time, but their numbers are very small, which means that there are at least one or two elite masters among them.

Spending a divination spell for this...is a reasonable price to pay!

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

I couldn't tell what that sound was, but it made my scalp tingle.

The sound came from far away and approached.

Everyone in the team couldn't help but frown. The sound made them feel very uncomfortable.

"What is it?"

A figure has appeared over there, a figure running quickly.

A horse is galloping towards us at full speed.

The sound came from the horse's back, but it was unclear what was making the sound.

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"Be careful!" someone shouted.

Several archers raised their muskets and aimed vigilantly at the galloping horses.

But the galloping horse didn't rush straight at them, but rather at a slight angle. In other words, it would pass by the crowd rather than crash into them head-on.

Of course, the premise is that the rider does not change direction, and the opponent is only one person and one horse.

So, although they raised their muskets, they did not shoot immediately.

As expected, the horse did not change direction, but passed by the crowd a little further away.

But the man on the horse suddenly jumped up from the horse's back and turned into a gray shadow.

The speed was so fast that the musketeers had no time to change the muzzle of their guns.

A gray shadow fell from the sky, and a flash of knife light passed over the heads of several soldiers at the same time.

Blood splattered everywhere.

In an instant, three or four soldiers had their necks cut off and fell to the ground dead.

"Be careful!" someone shouted.

The gray shadow had already landed on the ground. His movements were so fast that the scimitar in his hand turned into a flash of light and shadow, slashing fiercely at the surrounding infantry.

With the tremendous power, the scimitar can easily cut through armor and cut the human body.

In the blink of an eye, five more infantrymen were knocked down.

But because of this, a short shooting field of view appears.

Several musketeers were veterans and did not miss this opportunity. They turned their guns and prepared to shoot.

But unfortunately, a moment before they shot, the gray shadow began to shake and miraculously avoided three bullets.

Then he approached quickly, and with a flash of the scimitar in his hand, he had already cut the throats of the three people.

The gray shadow turned his head again, and only then did he realize that the voice came from none other than this gray shadow's mouth.

The three shooters covered their throats, bled profusely, and fell to the ground dead.

Only then did the Knights Hospitaller catch up.

"In the name of God!" The Knights Hospitaller were furious, their horses galloped away, and they raised their swords.

From top to bottom, a sword slashed down.

The unity of man and horse gave the long sword immense power. Even wearing strong armor, he could not stop the blow.

He is very confident in his swordsmanship.

As an elite warrior, he had repeatedly crossed life and death paths, gaining extraordinary abilities that enhanced him. Every time he activated his abilities, he would surpass his limits in a short period of time, becoming faster and more powerful, like a stimulant.

This "stimulant" does not have the debilitating effect of medication, but after using it, it takes some time before you can use it a second time.

When he bursts out at full force, his physical fitness that exceeds the limits of the human body, coupled with his superb martial arts, gives him the confidence to fight any enemy.