A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Although the artillery's accuracy was low, under concentrated fire, the golem was still knocked down at the gap, breaking its legs and making it unable to move.

Then he used something to start the fire and turned it into a torch.

Although these giant golems were impervious to arrows and bullets, and invulnerable to swords, spears, and halberds, they were not truly indestructible. Large weapons, whether ballistae or artillery, could still cause damage to them.

Among them, the killing effect of artillery is more obvious.

So even though the golem has a thousand advantages, it will eventually be damaged.

And it's the kind that is damaged beyond repair.

I guess the Pope in Rome, who gave his best efforts to the Knights Templar, would cry with heartache after hearing the news.

Even the church would not have a backup of this giant golem.

In fact, bringing out a whole team of eight golems at once is already an exaggeration.

So the two knightly orders attacked Ceuta... but the price they paid was not low.

Based on the battle on the city wall that they could see with their own eyes, the Knights lost no less than twenty or thirty people in an unimportant part of the battlefield.

"Master Radagast," the Portuguese envoy asked the old man beside him. "What do you think?"

"Don't worry about the battle situation," the old man said confidently. "Our army will win."

In fact, it didn't need to be explained; anyone could see it. The defenders were only holding on with a sense of determination. If the battle continued for a while, this determination would run out and the defenders would collapse.

The fierce battle on the city wall was drawing to a close, and the remaining defenders had been squeezed into a corner, making a final desperate stand. The crossbows they relied on had been captured by the enemy, who were now turning against them.

"I'm not talking about this, but..." The envoy wanted to ask if the Knights Templar had taken the wrong medicine, but suddenly remembered the other party's identity as the Knights Templar advisor, so he didn't dare to ask.

Could it be that the piety of the Portuguese royal family truly moved Christ, leading Him to personally issue an oracle to the two knightly orders?

It really does look a bit alike!

Otherwise there is no way to explain why they work so hard.

It seems that this city will not survive today no matter what.

"What do you want to say?" Radagast asked puzzled.

"I think I should send someone to urge His Majesty the King to send troops quickly." The messenger said sincerely.

At this time, a ship came from behind and docked directly at the Caesar.

Someone climbed up the rope ladder in a hurry.

Both men saw the ship but had no idea what was happening.

"Lord Radagast," a sailor hurried over. "There's an urgent message from the rear for Captain Thomas."

Almost all the officers of the Knights Templar had gone into battle. Among the remaining people, Radagast was the one with the highest status.

"Urgent letter?" Radagast looked at the letter and then at the city where the war was still going on.

I don’t know why the rear sent an urgent letter at this time, but I’m afraid something very important has happened.

We can only wait until the war subsides before sending them in.

But it shouldn't take too long.

Chapter 175 Tough Guy

An iron gate was installed in the dim cave, turning it into a sturdy prison.

There were two prisoners in the cell.

The prisoner was wearing dirty and tattered clothes, but if you looked closely, you could see a cross pattern tattooed on the outside of the clothes.

That is the symbol of the Knights of Rhodes Island.

These two men were members of the Knights of Rhodes Island. Even if they weren't full knights, those qualified to wear this kind of clothing were at least sergeants.

Mercenaries are not qualified to wear the emblem of the Knights of Rhodes Island on their bodies.

Judging from their appearance, both of them should be Italian.

Although the Knights of Rhodes also absorbed some people from other countries, their main members came from all over Italy.

One of them was a little older, probably in his thirties or forties, while the other was much younger.

The older man spat fiercely at the people outside the cell.

Although his hands and feet were shackled, his face looked ferocious.

"You're collaborating with pagans. Are you still Christians?!"

Among the people outside the cell, one of them was chewing a long piece of dried meat and looking at the two people in the cell with interest.

"Where did you capture these two people?" The man asked his men beside him with a smile while holding the dried meat in his mouth.

"Sir Lucas, this one is called Piero, a sergeant of the Knights. They were captured near our base in Smyrna. They were captured by the Crescent Moon cultists we hired. The other one is his subordinate, his name... I forgot. Should it be Pudge?"

"Haha, interesting," said Lucas, holding a piece of dried meat in his mouth. "Tell me, what are you doing around our base?"

He raised an eyebrow and said, "Come on, tell me the truth. If you can explain it nicely, I will let you leave safely."

"What stronghold? I'm just patrolling the area. You'd better let us go now, otherwise my fellow knights will come looking for us, and no matter who you are, you will be in trouble!"

"Heh, you're still being stubborn!" Lucas smiled, tilted his head slightly, and winked at another burly man in black next to him.

The strong man held a steel drill in his hand.

It was not an ordinary steel chisel, but the tip of which had been roasted in the furnace and had now turned red.

He thrust the steel bar through the gap in the fence. Although Piero struggled to avoid it, he was unable to do so.

Poof!

what! !

Piero screamed in pain as a terrible wound appeared on his leg, with blood and flesh charred.

The stench of carbonized flesh arrived at this moment.

Pull out the steel rod and put it back on the stove. In a few seconds, the steel rod turns red again.

"Don't aim at the legs, aim at the eyes," Lucas ordered.

The big man in black nodded, raised the steel bar, and prepared to poke it into the fence gate again.

"I said! I said, don't touch me!!" Piero hadn't said a word yet, but Pudge beside him was so scared that he almost peed his pants.

He was already hiding timidly behind Piero, and now he was frightened by the scene just now, and his whole body was shaking.

"We, we are the ones sent by the Knights to patrol the surrounding area..."

"Shut up!" Piero yelled.

Unfortunately, in this state, he lacks the intimidating power to stop Pudge.

“Because I’m worried about the people around me…”

Before Pudge could finish his words, Piero suddenly rushed over and hit him hard on the head.

Two people collided

Piero wrapped the chain of the shackles in his hand around Pudge's neck, and with his hands entangled and tightened, the two men rolled together and fought.

By the time the strong man on the side forcibly separated them, Pudge had already collapsed to the ground.

His neck was unexpectedly broken by the opponent's chain. Although he was still breathing, he was already dead. He couldn't even speak. The only thing he could do now was to fall to the side of the fence and twitch all over.

"You traitors...don't even think about getting anything out of me!" Piero snorted. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped out!

It hit the steel chisel head-on.

He had just taken advantage of the angle and position, but the burly man in black was not on guard.

"Oh no!" The burly man in black tried to dodge, but it was too late. The sharp steel spike pierced Piero's head.

In an instant, his whole body trembled, his body fell to the ground weakly, and he gradually lost his breath.

“Sir, it was my fault that I failed to stop it in time…” The burly man in black knelt on one knee and apologized to Lucas.

"He's a good man." Lucas wasn't angry, but simply spat out the lightly chewed meat. "If someone wants to die, there are so many ways to do it. You can't stop him, and no one can."

"It doesn't really matter if they live or die." A smile slowly appeared on his face. "We have a chance!"

He was impressed by the man's appearance.

The Knights Templar are still the Knights Templar after all, and there are too many people in it who are so devout that they are not afraid of death.

However, that doesn’t mean there are no loopholes.

"Lucas," a voice called from behind. "Don't forget the Governor's orders. Act quickly and avoid unnecessary complications."

Behind him, a woman dressed in men's clothing appeared.

Although she was a woman, she had a thick frame and a sturdy build, not inferior to a man. If it weren't for the two lumps on her chest, she would even be mistaken for a man at first glance.

"Ah, Ms. Yejin." Lucas's face brightened. "You're here? I'm in dire need of help. It's a critical moment, and I'm really uneasy without a Half-Step Protector of the Nation around me."

"Haha, no need to flatter me." The woman said with a forced smile. "How's things going over there? It seems like you're not doing anything serious, but instead spying on the Rhode Island Chamber of Commerce?"

"I'm not just monitoring, I'm doing more. Don't you think they're the perfect puppets to push to the front? They think everything they do is their own decision, but they don't realize it's all because I want them to do it."

"But it's also inefficient." The woman called Ye Jin frowned.

"But we'll be safe. Wasting a little time is worth it," Lucas said with a smile. "I'm not afraid of anything else, but I'm afraid if we get pushed too far, the Church will bring out those prophecy spells. Those things are troublesome; no one can tell what they can predict."

The other person smiled, obviously agreeing with Lucas's explanation.

After all, this world has prophetic spells. While they can't be guaranteed to be effective, relying on a certain metaphysical probability, one must always be cautious. Trading efficiency for safety isn't necessarily a bad deal.

After all, the Republic of Venice is still a member of the Christian world and cannot break off relations with the church.

"Besides, the Rhodes Island Chamber of Commerce isn't as safe as you think," Ye Jin said. "That president... is quite powerful. I've heard he's connected to several pirate leaders. Many of them could be near-protectors of the nation! Don't overdo it."

"Isn't it true that you're here?" Lucas complimented him. "With you here, I have nothing to fear."

"Hehe." The woman didn't reply, glancing at the two corpses beside her. "If you need anything, let me know immediately. After all, it was the Governor who sent me to help you this time."

"Of course." Lucas nodded.

Of course, the Venetians had the confidence to become a maritime power.

This Ye Jin is one of the Venetians' trump cards in this operation, and also Lucas' greatest confidence.

The kind that could save lives in a moment of crisis. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to act so boldly. After all, if he failed to ignite the fire, the Knights wouldn't be alone, but the Rhodes Island Chamber of Commerce would fight him to the death. People like that don't care about face and will resort to any underhanded tactics.

Chapter 176 Return 1

Summer morning.

Outside the Rhode Island harbor, there is clear water and blue sky.

A small sailboat came floating by.

When they got near the harbor, the small sailboat folded its sails and slowed down.

It didn't take too long for the ship to enter the port and dock.

Naturally, the person in charge of the dock came up to negotiate.

But this time, the people at the dock quickly retreated, and several figures came down from the boat.

The two leading men were both wearing armor and knight's cloaks.

From the patterns on the cloaks, it can be seen that one is a knight of the Order of Rhodes and the other is a Knight of the Templar.

One was a young man in his twenties, and the other was a middle-aged man in his early thirties.

"Finally back..." Thomas looked up at the familiar pier with a hint of emotion on his face.

"I didn't expect it would take so long to come back after going out."

Roughly speaking, I have been away for almost half a year.

Standing here, I feel a little sad.

And it’s a very strange feeling.

Although there were still quite a few ships docked at the pier, it was far from bustling. In fact, let alone bustling, a sense of "desolation" enveloped the entire port.