A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The archers on the Knights' side opened fire first, firing bows, crossbows and muskets at the same time.

The Crescent Moon Cultists didn't respond, and the soldiers in front held up their shields to block the enemy's long-range fire. Although many fell, the overall casualties were not great.

In this era, long-range firepower is not yet mainstream.

Cannons were still considered siege weapons (mainly because artillery technology at the time was not up to standard and could not be accurate). Both muskets and crossbows had the problem of too slow a firing frequency, while bows and arrows were not lethal enough to armor.

Religion gives them the faith and courage to persevere.

After the archers fired a wave of shots, the formation split up and the infantry in the rear moved forward.

Swords and guns are everywhere.

The two sides made contact and engaged in battle.

The battle was completely one-sided, and the Star-Moon Cultists were almost instantly overwhelmed, hacked to death, stabbed to death, or knocked over.

It looked like the front line would be completely overwhelmed in just a few minutes.

But at this moment, suddenly, waves of magical energy swept across the entire front line.

Third-level spell: Dispel magic.

This magic itself has no killing effect, but it can impact and destroy all other magic.

In the arcane vision, the magical light enveloping the Christian soldiers burst like soap bubbles.

After a wave of magic, only a few sporadic spells that had just enveloped the entire army and blessed every soldier remained.

At the same time, the Star-Moon Cult army, which had just been on the verge of collapse in the face of a one-sided massacre, actually held on.

Although still at a clear disadvantage, it is no longer in a situation where it can be defeated in one wave.

After all, they have a clear advantage in numbers.

"A mere Knights, a typical example of someone seeking death!" Timur Tash laughed heartily within his own ranks. "Cavalry, move!"

Part of the cavalry immediately set out, made a sharp turn, and circled towards the enemy's rear.

As long as the front line can be maintained, the "hammer and anvil" will strike together perfectly.

At this time, a horn sounded from the opposite side.

It is not an attack horn, but a retreat or withdrawal horn.

This time, even Timur Tash was surprised.

What's going on? Do you know that the magic you cast on your side has disappeared, so you have to retreat?

Isn't this a bit too decisive?

"Really..." Timur Tash didn't know how to complain about the other party. However, this did not stop him from immediately ordering the entire army to attack. Especially the elite troops in the rear formation, rush forward quickly. Stick to the enemy and don't allow them to retreat.

Of course, the opponent can cast the magic again, but he can also remove the magic again.

These mendicants are not ordinary little characters. Basically, they are people who can access the fifth, sixth or even higher levels of the magic network.

Each of them can easily use spells of the "Dispel Magic" level five or six times.

That being the case, there's nothing to be afraid of.

"Musketeers, move forward and shoot!"

Stick to them and don't let them run away.

The cavalry has already set out. If the front line can hold on for a dozen minutes or so and allow the cavalry to bypass and return to their position, the situation on the battlefield will be irreversible.

But his eyes immediately widened.

"What is that?!" On the sea cliff, Muzaffar looked at the battlefield in the distance.

On the battlefield, to be more specific, at the location where the front line was fighting, seven or eight huge figures suddenly appeared.

The body was as tall as two or three stories, and had an overall human-like shape—but it looked skinny and evil.

It's like a big tree that has become a spirit.

The soldiers of the Knights separated their formations, allowing these figures that came from nowhere to pass through their formation, and then they re-formed their formation behind these monsters.

Now, these unknown things are heading straight towards the army of the Star-Moon Cultists.

"Shoot! Open fire!" On the other side, the officers of the Crescent Moon Cult had already sensed something was wrong.

The hail of bullets that was originally intended to shoot at the fleeing enemies and disrupt their formation all fell on these monsters, but failed to stop them for even a second.

As the monsters approached, the Crescent Moon Cult soldiers slashed at them with their weapons.

"Grand Commander, what is that?" asked Demetrios beside him.

Dimitrios did not have much experience in the battlefield. He was so nervous that his tongue was tied and he could not speak clearly.

Although he had some mental preparation before, he did not expect so many things to suddenly pop up.

Others may not have noticed, but he did.

A blurry space door suddenly opened in the void, and then these monsters walked out of it.

One after another, eight in total.

"Oh, it's a golem!" Thomas said. "A wooden golem."

"Wooden...golem." Demetrios swallowed hard, trying to moisten his dry throat.

"Don't underestimate their material," Thomas said. "Almost no weapon can harm them."

The toughness of wood is even more exaggerated than many people imagine. No matter what sword, spear, halberd, bow, arrow or bullet you have, you can't hurt the Wood Golem.

Thomas remembered the heavy machine gun bullets in his previous life. Even one or two shots could not penetrate a tree, let alone the current matchlock guns.

Even with an axe, you have to hit the same spot dozens of times to be effective.

The only real threat to the wooden golem is the cannon!

On the contrary, the attack power of these wood golems is extremely deadly, and they can easily kill a human with one blow.

In fact, there is far more than one human being.

Because what you can see right before your eyes is that the scene is just like... a child pushing down building blocks.

The wooden golem is a child, and the Star-Moon Cult army is the building blocks.

Amidst the dense enemy formation, the Wood Golem unleashed its terrifying destructive power, easily crushing the surrounding flesh and blood with a single swing of its claws.

By this time, the soldiers who had retreated after breaking contact had already regrouped. This was more a subconscious instinct than an officer's ability. This was the advantage of the elite soldiers, so even if everyone was stunned by the wood golem, it didn't affect their ability to regroup.

"Blow the horn, march!" Thomas ordered. "Don't go too fast, just follow the golem."

Chapter 127 Artifact 3

The Crescent Moon Cult's formation collapsed.

Even when facing enemies with many spells and one-sided massacres, they did not collapse.

But at this moment, the fear of the unknown overwhelmed everything else.

The Knights' army followed the wooden golem and began to attack it when it was down.

The enemy, in chaos and completely disorganized, began to collapse. At first, a small number of soldiers escaped when the officers were not paying attention, but soon the entire army was defeated.

Some officers tried to stop them, but were immediately killed by the fleeing soldiers.

Then, suddenly everyone gave up resistance and turned around to flee.

The Wood Golems were in pursuit, and each blow from these monsters could kill a man.

The scars left on their bodies by swords, knives and bullets did not affect their movements at all.

The Knights' soldiers followed closely behind, ruthlessly slaughtering all those who did not have time to escape or ran too slowly.

Fighting under the banner of religion is more brutal and ruthless than ordinary fighting, because killing has become a kind of justice. So in this terrible battle, no one thinks about taking prisoners.

The chaos in the center spread rapidly, reaching other parts of the battlefield at a speed faster than anyone could have imagined.

The cavalrymen who had originally planned to outflanking the enemy immediately became hesitant and paused midway, not knowing what to do.

On the other side, the mendicant monks evacuated directly.

Their lives are precious, unlike these soldiers.

This is true even if some of the enemies still have their magic cast on them.

The original order turned into chaos in a very short time.

A few onlookers high on the sea cliff sighed.

Although the outcome of this battle is not important to them, after all, they are all Star-Moon believers, and everyone still hopes that their side can win.

However, this hope has been shattered, and this battle is clearly lost.

What followed was a brutal pursuit and devastation.

"What is that?" Everyone's telescopes were fixed on the wooden golems, watching as these monsters crushed and slammed humans into the air. "It looks like a tree man?"

This thing has a very strong attack power, and that kind of power is definitely not something that the human body can withstand.

The most important thing is that this thing has extremely high defense. Whether it is bullets or arrows, it will hit the body without feeling.

In close combat, even with swords and guns, there is no way to break through the defense.

Although they lost this time, everyone understood that it was not their fault. It was because the Knights had come up with something beyond common sense.

The loss was not unfair.

The battle lines were already in disarray, and it was clear that these monsters could distinguish between friend and foe. They would crush the Star-Moon Cultists to death and send them flying without hesitation, but would not harm friendly forces.

"No, not a tree man, it should be..." Muzaffar thought, trying to find a suitable description. "Golem?"

Others cannot see it, but he has the blessing of arcane vision, so he can naturally see the magical aura of those evil tree people.

"Golem?"

"I guess the Pope of Rome must have taken out all his wealth," said Muzaffar.

"Oh, by the way, remember the backup plan we prepared?"

"Remember, wait until Thomas takes Smyrna and then attack him at night!" one of the men said. "We'll send six of them, and the chances of success are pretty good."

"This plan is canceled," Muzaffar said. "No, I should say that all our original plans to assassinate Thomas are canceled."

"Sir," the subordinate exclaimed in astonishment. "This is a rare golden opportunity! Once the Christians capture Smyrna, the city will undoubtedly be in chaos for a short period of time. This is a perfect opportunity for an assassination."

"Golden opportunity? It's a chance to die!" Muzaffar said decisively.

"But this is what the Grand Master asked..."

"I will report this to the Grand Master," Muzaffar replied. "If you want to kill Thomas, you must protect the country."

"...Even Half-Step Protectorate is probably not enough. If I had to choose, I would recommend more Protectors of the Nation or Half-Step Protectors of the Nation."

"why?"

"Because Thomas is probably extremely powerful. In my arcane vision, he shines like a star, and I don't know how many magical items he carries with him," Muzaffar explained. "He's no ordinary elite!"

Several of his men immediately came to their senses.

Every magic item is almost equivalent to an extraordinary ability.

A mid-level warrior holding a magic item can be no less powerful than an elite warrior.

Although magic items are divided into practical and impractical ones, even a fool can understand that Thomas doesn't have anything impractical on him.

If there's a magical item with divination abilities among them...

Then assassinating Thomas is indeed no different from seeking death.

And the probability is very high.

Muzaffar picked up the telescope and looked at the battlefield again.

The battle situation is irreversible, and now is actually an opportunity to show the true ability of experienced veterans.

A truly outstanding general will know what to do to minimize losses and leave the capital for a comeback.

Unfortunately, it turned out that Timur Tash was probably not a famous general.

Because his actions at this moment are completely inappropriate.