A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The whole world was golden, and for a moment it was like a dream, and it was hard to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Suddenly, a sail appeared from the side.

Lucas looked up and saw the bloody cross flag.

No, not the magic flag, but another flag of the same style.

Lucas had seen the real thing, so he knew this one was a fake—it was bigger and brighter, but it didn't have that special, heart-pounding feeling.

But this banner... the Knights' ship?

When I looked again, I found that there was only this one ship. It wasn't a big ship, just a small to medium-sized sailboat.

It was the same type of ship that Lucas was on, but it was a little bigger than his.

The other party is chasing after me.

Although they are ships of the same type, there are differences in quality.

Lucas's ship was not a good one, so it was naturally slow, but the other party's was different.

Under the same environment, the two ships showed differences in performance and the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

How dare you chase me!

There were five people on their boat, including Lucas.

Five elite warriors, all armed.

Lucas pulled out his binoculars—luckily, he always had them with him.

From a distance, I could see the tall figure standing at the bow of the other ship.

That outfit, the armor, that face, that aura...

It's Thomas! Thomas, Grand Master of the Knights of Rhodes Island!

He actually chased after me in person! Unbelievable!

On the other side, Thomas was also staring into the distance.

Although he was told to "go ashore to supervise the battle", Thomas actually did not go ashore.

There's no need to oversee a battle on such an isolated island. They can't escape anyway. Given enough time, the remaining enemies on the island will be wiped out sooner or later.

I'm actually worried that the enemy might have a small boat or something... then we might be able to escape.

He took a small boat and changed to another boat to go around, trying to cut off the enemy's retreat.

A regular fleet must be equipped with a small number of auxiliary ships, such as this kind of sailing ship with faster speed and fewer crew members.

They can be responsible for tasks such as cleaning the battlefield, delivering personnel and messages, or rescuing the wounded.

It turned out that his judgment was correct. When he passed the back of the island, he saw a sailboat sailing away.

If we hadn't arrived in time, they would have really escaped.

The two ships were getting closer and closer, to the point where they could hear each other.

"Grandmaster Thomas, are you really going to kill them all?" Lucas shouted from the stern. "Does the Knights really want to go to war with the Republic?"

"You're talking like I'm making trouble for nothing." Thomas sneered from the bow. "Venice has the audacity to make so many plans. Isn't that enough to declare war? Go!"

There were no cannons on this small sailing ship, but it was impossible for it to be without muskets.

Several musketeers immediately appeared behind him and opened fire from a distance.

The bullets hit the other ship, sending pieces of it flying everywhere.

As he expected, Lucas's side lacked ranged shooters, making it impossible to counterattack. In fact, it was quite remarkable that they were able to escape with melee weapons, not to mention bows and muskets.

"Turn around, rush over, and engage in boarding!" Lucas ordered.

He wanted to escape just now, but now he wants to get closer and board the ship.

But the other party was not a fool. When he turned the boat around, Thomas also turned the boat around.

The sailor skillfully controlled the sailboat to keep the distance within an effective range.

The two sides were still chasing and fleeing, but their positions were swapped.

"Use rockets!" Thomas ordered the people around him.

Several archers lit up their arrows.

There were two ships of the same type, one was an ordinary civilian ship for escaping, and the other was a warship armed to the teeth.

The equipment of both sides is completely not on the same level.

The rockets ignited and shot at the sails on the ship.

Once the sails are lit, the boat loses power and can only stay where it is and wait for death.

Lucas and others could only watch the canvas burn in despair, but there was nothing they could do.

After a short while, his boat lost power and remained at sea, being pushed by the waves.

Thomas's ship was at a safe distance of several dozen meters, with its sails half-lowered.

"Everyone switch to muskets!" Thomas ordered lazily.

Chapter 184: Eradication 6

Waves of bullets sent debris flying from the enemy ships.

Heavy musket bullets have strong penetrating power, and the hull of this small civilian ship cannot stop the bullets.

Thomas saw clearly that Lucas was hiding in the corner of the stern and was then hit by bullets.

After being hit by about five or six bullets, he jumped up, and then was pierced through the chest by another bullet.

Even if he's not dead, he's only half dead.

So does everyone else.

After patiently waiting until nothing on the ship could move, Thomas gave the order to move closer.

If there were cannons, Thomas would not even order the ship to move closer, but would directly order the ship to be sunk.

But he didn't have a cannon, so he could only go over and finish off the enemy.

The two ships came together.

"You stay here, I'll go take a look." Thomas ordered his men, sword in hand, and jumped onto the enemy deck.

The spiritual field told him that the people inside were not dead yet.

The most important leader, Lucas, should be dead.

Because the spiritual field clearly told him that there was a corpse at that location.

He stepped onto the deck and took two steps forward when suddenly a shout of killing was heard.

"Kill!" The two wounded men hiding in the boat rushed forward, swinging two swords that flashed towards Thomas' chest.

It was a sudden and unexpected attack, and the coordination was exquisite. If it were someone else, I imagine it would have been a chaotic mess.

But Thomas's spiritual field had long seen through everything, so he naturally wouldn't be ambushed. Although the two strikes were perfectly coordinated, they were still meaningless.

Thomas retreated half a step. The blade fell, but strangely, it just missed the air, giving Thomas the opportunity to strike back.

The long sword broke through the air and slashed across the throats of the two men.

With two thuds, the two men fell to the ground and struggled, blood gushing out of their throats, and they gradually lost their voices.

His eyes turned to the body on the ground. It was Lucas.

The two sides had met before, so Thomas still remembered his face. He had noticed Lucas hiding in this position before, trying to avoid being fired upon.

By this time, it was already a corpse, curled up in a ball, face downwards – originally intended to minimize the area of ​​impact, but it proved to be useless.

Seeing that the other person's body was full of bullet holes and was basically shot into a sieve, it seemed that he would not survive.

If you can survive like this, you are not a human being.

But for some reason, some instinct told Thomas that something was not right.

He seemed to be lost in thought, had he missed something?

He stepped forward and kicked Lucas's body. The body was motionless, clearly dead.

What was wrong? A spy chief with vast resources at his disposal died so easily?

Thomas suddenly realized what was wrong.

There were only four bodies on the ship, including the two he had killed.

But he remembered that there were five people on Lucas' side. Did that mean one of them escaped?

In broad daylight, with clear weather and good visibility, where can you run to in this vast ocean?

Tsk, where did you go?

Focusing his attention on the spiritual field and searching around, he soon realized that the other party was right under the ship.

interesting!

Holding his breath in some way and hiding right under the hull was indeed a clever plan.

Thomas suddenly kicked Lucas' body away, turning him face up.

Sure enough, this wasn't Lucas at all! This wasn't the face I saw last time!

Thomas sneered. He had actually forgotten that these guys could change their faces. Lucas had just changed his men's faces into his own, trying to fake his death.

He walked to that position and stepped rhythmically on the plank under his feet.

The people below must be able to feel the rhythm and understand what he means.

"No need to hide, I know you are here, come out!"

A few minutes later, there was a sound of water coming from the side of the ship, and someone climbed up from the side.

It's Lucas.

He was covered in water, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him.

"Sir Lucas..." Thomas sneered, his sword swung in a flower. "I didn't expect to meet again this way!"

The two stood in the cabin of the sailboat. The space was not very large, but it was barely enough for two people to fight.

"Want to kill me... no matter who you are! You are not qualified!" Lucas squeezed out these words from his mouth.

He also held his sword in his hand.

It’s been a long time. It’s really been a long time.

I can't quite put my finger on when I stopped fighting people myself. It's not that I don't want to, but I just don't need to.

But when he picked up the sword again, he realized it was his true companion. His final companion.

Lucas raised the sword, brought it to his lips, and gently kissed the cold steel.

He entrusted everything to it.

Swish!

Lucas stepped on the ground, his figure quickly disappeared, and appeared beside the opponent, silently stabbing Thomas in the back with a sword.

This is his secret weapon.

Move quickly with special skills and attack the enemy from the side and back.

Normally this is impossible, especially when you're face to face, one on one. They're watching your every move, so how could you possibly get behind them?

But... for him, it was possible. Because of his extraordinary ability, he could change his face and appearance. He could alter his own and others' facial features, skin color, and other details.

Even he himself couldn't clearly explain the nature of this facial transformation, and could only speculate that it was an influence on human subjective consciousness.

But knowing the fact but not the reason didn't matter, because it didn't affect his proficiency in using this ability. In the previous moment, he had assimilated his entire body with the surrounding environment.

Become part of your surroundings, blend in. It's like protective coloration.

This change took effect instantly, so much so that even if one stared at him, one would lose perception of him in an instant.

The moves of this move are quite simple, and its only characteristic is speed!