A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Leonor's boat was a light sailboat, while the one Thomas was riding was just a small boat.

The two ships came together.

"Joseph, wait here for me," Thomas said. Then he swung his arm, and a rope emerged from his sleeve. He wrapped it around something above, and then, using the rope's force, he went up and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Grandmaster...your safety..."

"Don't worry, I'm safe." Thomas replied.

Although he said so, he did not hesitate for a second and cast a spell on himself as soon as he landed on the deck of the ship.

Because the induction of the spiritual field has told him that there is a protector of the country on the ship.

It’s not just half a step to protect the country, but protecting the country!

Damn it, I finally met an enemy strong enough to fight against me!

After preparing himself, Thomas focused his attention on the spiritual field and found Leonor, still alive, inside the cabin.

And the protector of the country was on the front deck.

The existence of the Guardian caused a strong interference effect on the spiritual field. The spiritual field could not accurately scan his specific condition, but this distortion effect itself revealed the Guardian's existence.

It can only be said that although the gap between protecting the country and half-step protecting the country seems close, the gap is really huge.

Taking this step marked the difference between man and god. Thomas remembered that in other places, the Protectorate was called a demigod or a descendant of a god, but the Half-Step Protectorate received no such treatment.

The cabin had two entrances, one on the foredeck and one on the quarterdeck. Thomas entered the cabin from the rear.

There is a big room over here.

The ground was bumpy, full of marks from swords and knives, and stained with blood.

The body of a young man lay on the ground, his neck cut open and his eyes wide open.

Thomas recognized the other young man; he was Leonor's eldest son, whom he had met before. But now his chest had collapsed, and he lay dead on the ground.

There was also a younger boy, about thirteen or fourteen, who was hacked into two pieces by a knife, almost cut in half.

On the other side, there lay a young woman who was probably in her thirties or early forties, still very charming.

His eyes were wide open, his clothes were torn, his lower body was in a mess, and his stomach was ripped open.

The scene was clear at a glance: raped and then murdered. This woman... well, should she be Leonor's wife?

Thomas shifted his gaze and looked forward.

Leonor was covered in blood, with a broken spear piercing her chest near her shoulder, and she was nailed to the wall.

The broken spear penetrated so deeply that he was unable to break free.

In addition, one of the legs was broken and twisted at an unnatural angle.

On the other side of the cabin, there were several boxes. One of the boxes was opened, revealing the golden coins inside.

It seemed like he heard some noise.

Leonor raised her head with difficulty and looked at Thomas in front of her.

His previously lively eyes were now dull and blank, staring blankly at Thomas.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

There was a long silence between them.

You can guess why Leonor is still alive.

It means letting him watch his son being killed and his wife and daughter being raped and then killed, which will make him more desperate and more painful.

"Grand Commander..." Leonor suddenly spoke, and a glimmer of light appeared in his dull eyes.

He seemed to want to struggle, but his body only moved weakly.

The spear penetrated with such force that he could not break free.

"Sir Leonor, the wound on your body..." Thomas stepped forward, grabbed the broken spear and pulled it hard.

He carefully controlled his strength and pulled the spear from the wall, but not from Leonor's body.

If it was pulled out, Leonor would have only a few minutes to live due to heavy bleeding. On the contrary, leaving it in the body could stop the heavy bleeding.

Of course, no matter what the final result remains unchanged, this is an irreparable fatal wound of this era.

Leonor collapsed to the ground with the spear.

"Your Excellency, Grand Commander... please..." After a long time, he slowly and with difficulty propped up half of his body.

He knelt down before Thomas and kowtowed suddenly.

In that era, the custom was to worship gods rather than people, and half-kneeling was considered a great courtesy. But at this moment, the arms dealer was kowtowing.

"...Here's the letter..." He sobbed, pulling it from his bosom. He twisted the ring on his finger, revealing a hidden seal, which he placed on the bottom of the letter. "I'll give you all the goods! All of them... Please... Help me get revenge... Revenge..."

He kowtowed once more, his tears mixing with the blood on the deck. That was the blood of his wife, children, and himself.

At this time, his two daughters should be on the front deck, being wantonly raped by the murderer.

And it was probably too late. So he was thinking about revenge instead of saving people.

"I promise you," Thomas said.

Then he turned around and went out from another exit of the cabin.

When I walked up to the front deck, I saw the girl hanged on the mast.

I've met him once before, in Thomas's reception room with my father and brother.

But at this moment...

His clothes were torn, he was ravaged, and then hanged.

Pain, fear and despair were deeply engraved on the girl's face.

Thomas turned his gaze to the other side, where there was also a white figure lying on the ground.

Both were dead girls, but the one who was hanged was younger, probably about twelve or thirteen years old, and they looked 70% similar.

Naked, blue in the face, tongue hanging out, with obvious marks on the neck.

Strangled to death.

Then, a man wearing a gray robe and a turban on his head turned out from the pile of debris nearby.

His clothes were disheveled, evidently having been dressed in haste.

"What... there are still living people? How did you get here?" Gray Shadow looked at Thomas and was also surprised.

There shouldn't be any living people on this ship.

Where did this knight come from?

"Forget it... Since you are here, just accept that you are unlucky!" I don't know what is going on, but there is no need to figure it out.

The next moment, the scimitar was unsheathed.

At the same time, Thomas also drew out his magic sword, and made some sword moves, with the sword light flashing through the air.

The long sword broke through the air, making sounds like dragon roars and tiger howls.

Chapter 97 The Weakest Protector of the Nation 1

The gray shadow pushed hard with his feet and rushed forward.

The long sword came through the air, and Thomas swung his sword to block it.

Swords clash.

The next moment, the opponent's body stiffened, and Thomas cut towards the opponent's neck.

Many enemies died from this move.

But this time, although the opponent's body was stiff, he was far less severe than an ordinary enemy, and a sharp scream came out of his mouth.

The mouth is facing Thomas' head.

Thomas turned his head away from the opponent's mouth, and his own attack was also slowed down.

But I didn't feel any attack. Was it just a bluff?

Thomas swung his sword again, but the opponent had already retreated, and at the same time, the sound from his mouth did not stop, continuing to make a sound that made people feel very uncomfortable and made their internal organs feel agitated.

In shock and confusion, Thomas did not pursue but sheathed his sword and took a defensive stance.

After all, the other party is protecting the country, so we must not underestimate the enemy.

The feeling of blocking the sword just now...

The Guardian was not easy to deal with, as his physical fitness was not as good as that of an ordinary person. With that blow, an ordinary opponent would be unable to move for a short while.

But when Huguo was put on, it only paralyzed the opponent for a moment.

No, it's not even paralysis, just slowed movements and some parts of the body are slightly stiff.

But this move itself... the opponent was obviously careless, the attack was very random and full of flaws.

Facing a fully armed knight, and not feeling the strong intuition of status suppression, the other party just attacked so casually?

This reaction is incomprehensible.

It didn't seem like a life-and-death battle, but more like an exchange of ideas, and it was the kind of exchange where one was looking down from a superior position and giving guidance to the younger generation.

"Who are you?" Gray Shadow asked this time.

"Heh, shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone a question? Or do the Star-Moon Cultists not even know this little courtesy?"

"I am Sayid, the divinely favored blade of the Star-Moon Sword!" said the gray shadow.

"The Knights of Rhodes Island, Thomas." Thomas replied.

"Thomas...you are...the Grand Commander?" Said was surprised, then overjoyed. "That's right, I was going to look for you!"

"Did you kill everyone on this ship?"

"Haha, just killing a few infidels," Said said. "To conquer you infidels with my own hands, to kill your men and rape your women... is the greatest pleasure for me!"

"Well said! But this is meaningless!" Thomas sneered. "Defeat me first!"

"Stop talking nonsense and prepare to die!" Sayyid rushed forward again, and his scimitar turned into a cold light.

The same uncomfortable sound came out of his mouth again.

This time Thomas swung his sword to block.

The swords clashed again. The opponent's physique was beyond mortal, so the electric current had little effect. It probably only numbed his arm. Thomas swung his sword in a counterattack, but Sayid rolled backward, awkwardly avoiding Thomas's attack.

He regained his balance, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Sayyid...wait...I remember now!" Thomas suddenly remembered. "Aren't you the villain who has a 20,000 florin reward in the Holy Land?"

In this era, it was common practice for countries to issue wanted notices for serious criminals. And this Sayid was a wanted criminal in the Holy Land… Of course, we can't call him a serious criminal; "enemy" would be more appropriate.

A man who often went alone into Christian-controlled areas, committing murder, arson, rape, robbery, and massacres, committing all kinds of evil.

Of course, among the Star-Moon Cultists, they were praised as "heroes" and "warriors".

Said slashed his knife and cut off one end of his robe, cutting off a piece of cloth. Then he wrapped the cloth around his hand.

He took the initiative to attack again, and this move was indeed effective. The opponent's electric shock ability was greatly reduced and almost imperceptible.

Sayyid's robes happened to be a good insulating material.

So they attacked without restraint.

But... the opponent's defense was impenetrable. He chopped more than ten times in a row but could not find a gap.

He was getting anxious, and the screams from his mouth became sharper and more rapid.

One only attacked and did not defend, the other only defended and did not attack. All that could be heard was the sound of swords clashing, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen rounds had passed.

Sayyid failed in his repeated attacks and had to retreat and regroup.

But even so, the screaming sound from his mouth did not stop.

The astonishment in Thomas' eyes gradually faded away, and he reached into his pocket, took out an eye mask and put it on.

"Hahaha..." He suddenly burst into laughter.