A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

His extraordinary ability was probably related to these two swords, because each of his moves burst out at a speed that Thomas could hardly see clearly.

However, Thomas was certain that the prince's extraordinary power was more than just "acceleration".

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At this moment on the battlefield, the situation has completely reversed.

In the blink of an eye, the two-handed sword had slashed and stabbed, killing three or four elite black-robed soldiers and forcing the enemy to retreat step by step.

The old man could only barely hold on, but was completely suppressed and beaten.

"Joseph, get ready to run." Thomas whispered to his guard.

"Ah?" Joseph was stunned for a moment.

"I say, prepare to flee," Thomas said calmly. "The Byzantines' defeat is imminent."

"But..." Joseph was confused for a moment.

"Follow me closely when we retreat," Thomas said. "If we get separated by accident, go find Andrea!"

"Yes, Grand Master," Joseph replied. He knew full well that the other party was the Grand Master. He only had to obey his orders. "But why do you feel..."

From any point of view, the Byzantines did not look like they would lose.

In fact, as the enemy's elite troops were suppressed, victory was already at the Byzantines' feet and within their grasp.

It can be seen that the enemy does not have multiple lines of defense. If you break through this layer, you can bypass the enemy and the enemy's other positions will be unable to defend. Then, like a dam collapsing, it will spread from one point to the other, causing the entire defense line to collapse.

"Don't treat me like a god." Thomas curled his lips, raised his gun and took aim, then shot an archer on the distant wall dead. "I can't tell either. But I know the Byzantines will lose!"

Because there were strong soldiers here that shouldn't be there. So many elite soldiers couldn't just fall from the sky, they could only be ambushed long ago.

A battle that should have been relatively easy to suspense has now become filled with suspense. This can only mean that everything is a trap.

"As for how we lost... I guess the Crescent Moon Cultists are here, and they may have ambushed a national defender!" Thomas said.

"Protecting the Nation...but...isn't it said that the Star-Moon Cult's National Defense is almost all tied up in the Holy Land?"

"A small number of troops can provide support on multiple battlefields," Thomas replied.

"But there are tens of thousands of soldiers here after all. One national defender...can't change anything."

"Yes, a protectorate won't change anything," Thomas said. "That's certainly true on land."

"You mean...at sea?"

At this moment, far outside the city, above the sea.

After unloading the troops, the Byzantine fleet stopped where it was, and many of the warships were already semi-stranded.

It seemed like this was an opportunity.

But Joseph knew there was no chance. Although the main force was on the coastal beaches, there were still seven or eight warships patrolling the deep waters offshore, including the largest, the Caesar.

The number of warships was small, but the problem was that the navy of the Sultanate of Rum had been defeated.

No one can claim to know exactly how much naval power each country has, but we at least have a rough idea.

After all, the shipyard is there, and it is possible to estimate how many ships can be built in a year.

The Sultanate of Rum is not known for its strong navy. Now that all of them are gathered together, I wonder if they can muster the strength of twenty or thirty warships or one or two squadrons.

This level...is not enough for the Byzantines to defeat!

Thomas was talking, but his hands were not still working.

He casually loaded the bullets, raised his gun and took aim. A gunshot rang out, and another archer on the top of the city was shot dead.

Joseph didn't say it, but he was secretly amazed in his heart.

Thomas is not only skilled in loading bullets, but his marksmanship is also really amazing.

Matchlock guns back then had no rifling, so they were completely inaccurate beyond fifty meters. In fact, let alone fifty, even thirty meters wasn't very accurate. A pistol would easily lose its accuracy at ten meters, but Thomas's marksmanship...

Well, one shot at a time, as leisurely as strolling in the garden.

I have never seen this commander have such excellent shooting skills before.

Most importantly, he felt that the Grand Commander's calmness was not a pretense, but was real.

However, as far as the current field of vision can reach, what really determines the direction of the battle is the victory or defeat on the prince's side.

It can be seen that if the old man loses, the Crescent Moon believers will not be able to withstand the Byzantine offensive.

On the contrary, if the prince lost, the Byzantines would have no choice but to retreat unwillingly.

The main force of the Byzantines was slowly pressing forward.

Thomas and a few others fell behind the main group without realizing it.

Of course, no one could accuse Thomas of avoiding battle, as he was expertly and steadily picking off the enemy archers one by one, effectively reducing his own casualties. Two shots per minute, a very steady pace, a most skilled marksman.

On the side, an old man in a blue robe came up to Thomas at some point.

This old man was also one of the prince's entourage. Both of them had seen him before, but they didn't know his identity.

However, those who can be by the prince's side should not be ordinary people.

Of course, even if he wasn't an ordinary person, one could tell from his body shape and clothing that he wasn't skilled in martial arts. Even if he had knowledge, it wouldn't be of much use on the battlefield.

"The Prince is almost winning," Joseph judged. "Another thirty moves..."

"Three moves!" The old man in blue robe took the initiative to take over the conversation and said.

"Impossible... unless the prince uses his own extraordinary powers. But in this situation, extraordinary powers are not very useful."

The two sides were fighting too fast, with lightning speed and incomparable agility. In this kind of fast-paced battle, many abilities were not very useful.

"The prince's extraordinary power is immense," the old man said. "It enhances all aspects of his abilities. If I had to name it, I'd call it 'bloody fury.' His speed, strength, and agility are all greatly increased, and his ability to withstand damage is also enhanced."

"Tsk..."

Just as he was speaking, the prince over there suddenly shouted loudly.

In an instant, countless bloodshot appeared in his eyes, like insects, crawling and converging into his pupils.

The strong wind stirred up by the sword blade caused the dust and grass on the ground to fly up continuously.

The sharp sword stained with bright red blood whistled towards the opponent with a slight arc.

The half-step protector of the country was very cautious and did not dare to take it head-on, so he chose to retreat.

The prince swung his greatsword in a series of rotations, slashing out arcs of sword light of varying heights. The silver light, coupled with the high-speed swing, transformed into a storm of blades.

After all, the battlefield was too small and there was limited room for maneuvering. Although the opponent did not want to engage in a head-on confrontation, he had no way to retreat and was forced to do so. The short spear and long sword collided head-on.

With a swipe of his sword, he struck the shaft of the short spear, splitting it in two right down the middle, completely cutting the man and his weapon into two.

The prince landed on the ground and let out a loud laugh.

The victory was decided at the moment when he laughed loudly.

Several elite black-robed soldiers rushed towards him, their eyes full of anger and despair, mixed with a hint of panic.

It seemed like a last ditch effort in vain.

But at the last moment, one of them suddenly accelerated, and all the expressions in his eyes disappeared, turning into coldness.

Like a rocket, he rushed over at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to react to, and stabbed the long sword straight into the prince's back.

This time the speed was too fast and the timing was too accurate.

It happened just at the brief moment when the prince was exerting all his strength and reaching the limit.

The two bodyguards noticed it, shouted loudly, and wanted to rush forward to stop them.

But it was too late.

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A magical aura visible to the naked eye suddenly emanated from the prince's body, forming a small protective shield.

Some kind of defensive magic item was activated.

The long sword stabbed into the shield, and as the shield shattered, the long sword was also shaken away.

The black-clad assassin loosened his grip and let the long sword fly away, so that his balance would not be affected by the recoil force.

He already had another dagger in his hand.

The dagger stabbed into the prince's back until the handle was gone.

The enormous force sent the prince flying forward, and as he fell facedown, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

At this time, two bodyguards arrived.

The whole process happened quickly and smoothly, within just a few seconds.

Thomas was a connoisseur. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but secretly admire the other party's strength. This assassination was really superb and there was no flaw at all.

If Thomas had been the assassin, he would have been pushed back a step by the magic shield in order to keep his weapon.

It’s hard to say what will happen next.

All I can say is that although both are melee types, the tendencies of warriors and assassins are different.

Although Thomas was a warrior, he would never look down on an assassin.

When prepared, an assassin is stronger than a warrior.

At this moment in the battlefield, the black-clad assassin could only rely on the shield in his hand to deal with two bodyguards, but even with just the shield, the bodyguards could not gain any advantage.

The assassin then quickly picked up a long knife from the ground.

After only a few moves, the two guards were clearly at a disadvantage. The difference in speed and strength was obvious.

This is a half-step to protect the country!

On the other side, the prince had already climbed up.

The knife didn't penetrate into a vital spot, but even if it hadn't been there, he would have no strength to fight anymore.

Another guard helped him up and ran to the back.

"Your Highness, where do you want to go?" The black-clad assassin laughed loudly, killed the guards blocking the way in front of him with one move, and pounced on the prince again.

"Stop him!" the prince roared, and without hesitation, he ran wildly towards the back with the support of his men.

The rest of the guards obeyed the order, abandoned their opponents and rushed towards the black-clad assassin.

However, it is only at this moment that the difference between the elite and the half-step protector of the country can be easily seen.

Just now, the black-clad assassin had deliberately concealed his abilities and performed mediocrely, looking no different from the others. But now, he was showing his true abilities.

He was as relaxed as if taking a walk. Anyone who stood in front of him would be severely injured or even killed in just a few moves.

Once severely damaged, it was equivalent to a death sentence on the front line of the battlefield. It was just a matter of execution time.

The black-robed assassin's strength, speed, and agility all surpass those of a normal human, and he possesses a level of personal superiority. He is able to discern and predict the enemy's moves, and counter them one step ahead.

The five or six people standing in front have all been defeated.

But after all, they were outnumbered, and they delayed precious time, and the prince had already retreated back to his own army.

He took a breath and was about to treat his injuries urgently when he saw someone rushing towards him from behind.

"Your Highness! Something terrible is happening!" the messenger shouted. "The Crescent-Moon Cultists are coming in large numbers from the sea and attacking our fleet! We can't stop them!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of many soldiers changed slightly.

Ahead, a black-clad assassin was leading his men towards them. All the Star-Moon Cultists were aroused to a frenzy, their morale soaring.

On the contrary, the Byzantines fell to the bottom.

"All warriors, stop the enemy and you will be rewarded handsomely!!"

"Anyone who retreats without fighting will be treated as a deserter and punished by death!"

Upon hearing this, the prince immediately continued to retreat, shouting orders as he fled.

The lineup was originally for attack, but now it has to retreat.

However, it was not easy for the Byzantines to retreat, as they saw their advantage and the fanatical Crescent Moon followers came to bite them.