A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

very fast!

The martial arts he had mastered also emphasized speed and brutal moves. Every strike was aimed at the vital points, and every move was fatal!

Caught off guard, most people would be caught off guard, losing sight of him for a brief moment before being struck by his sword.

Furthermore, this sword was also unusual. It was a magical sword that could break protective spells.

It is a good helper for assassination.

If Thomas counted on magic to protect him, he was making a grave mistake.

In this life-or-death situation, Lucas's mind was incomparably focused. With his intense concentration, he felt his body's movements and reactions flow like flowing water, reaching the pinnacle of his form. He had never swung his sword so swiftly before.

He believed that Thomas could not block this sword! No battle-hardened elite could block it.

Unless you take half a step to protect the country!

As long as this sword succeeds, he will have a chance!

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Unfortunately, just as the sword was about to pierce the opponent, Thomas had already turned back to block it.

Move calmly and leisurely.

The two swords collided, and the opponent's arm strength was so great that Lucas's sword was shaken away.

His pupils shrank and he made a quick decision.

In an instant, his whole body swelled up, his skin turned red, and the blood vessels under his skin bulged like earthworms. Countless blood vessels gathered rapidly along the whites of his pupils.

The upper body was fine, but the muscles in the lower legs began to grow rapidly as if they were deformed.

The Byzantine secret technique "Bloody Fury"!

At the same time, countless feather-like blood patterns emerged, and these blood patterns flowed into the right arm like water.

At this moment, all the strength in his body was gathered together, and he thrust forward like lightning.

But he was fast, and Thomas was even faster.

The magic sword stuck to the opponent's sword at the moment when the opponent thrust out his force, and then stuck to the opponent's sword and gently moved it sideways.

The sword that Lucas had gathered all his strength with immediately missed.

Unable to control his strength, he pierced directly through the thick wooden board on the side of the cabin.

"That's amazing." Thomas took a step back sideways. "It was almost enough to kill me..."

Of course, just talk.

The gap between the protectors of the country and the elite seems to be only a thin line, but this line is as vast as the universe.

This was something Thomas had personally tested when he was sparring with the Blasphemous Knight.

If you are serious, you can make one or two moves. If you are not serious... you can't make more than ten moves!

Lucas's hair stood on end, his whole body was cold, and his heart was tightening. He wanted to pull back the sword with all his strength, but it was too late.

A strong sense of threat washed over him.

Thomas dodged beside him, dropped his sword, and punched the other man in the chest and abdomen.

Lucas stumbled back, his back hitting the cabin.

His back arched, and he raised his head, spitting out a mouthful of blood. When he looked again, he saw a clear fist mark on his chest.

Thomas approached slowly, his sword already sheathed.

Ever since becoming a protector of the nation, defeating elite troops has become too easy. Even the opportunity to use the Steel Soul Secret Art is rare.

He was just making ordinary moves just now.

The result is that everything is over.

Thomas stood in front of the other person, feeling a little disappointed.

"Your power is amazing. If you don't provoke me, I believe there are not many people in this world who can kill you. What a pity..."

"How is it possible..." Lucas struggled to raise his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Why couldn't he defeat the other party? This was completely impossible! You know, this time, Thomas didn't even bring his magic flag.

It was really just pure strength that easily defeated him.

This objective fact clearly pointed out an answer to him, or rather, the only possibility.

"You are... the Guardian?"

"This sword is quite good." Thomas did not answer, but picked up Lucas's sword and looked at it for a few times.

He recognized it as a magic sword.

The magic above should be used to counter self-defense spells, or in other words, this is a sword suitable for assassins, not knights.

But any magic item is valuable.

He swung his knife and struck Lucas on the back of the neck.

Lucas tilted his head and fell unconscious.

Thomas took one last look around and double-checked with his spiritual field to confirm that no one else was hiding here.

It would be nice if there was still a half-step protector of the country.

But in the end he left disappointed.

……

The Venetian spies were eradicated overnight, but the incident itself did not cause any other disturbances.

Rhodes Island itself remained calm.

The relevant information was not leaked until several days later among the sailors who participated in the battle. This information quickly spread to all major forces, and the Knights were once again at the center of the storm.

Of course, Thomas was not about to engage in verbal battles with the Venetians. He immediately wrote to his mentor, both an open letter and a secret letter.

The letter was co-written with Pierre. It described how brave and fearless he was in his expedition to Africa, spreading the glory of God along the way, overcoming countless difficulties, enduring hardships and grievances, and how he bravely advanced and fought hard against the enemy, ultimately capturing Ceuta and bringing this beautiful and prosperous port into the Christian world and handing it over to the Portuguese for management.

In addition, a small amount of spoils was to be sent to Rome to glorify Christ.

As for the secret letter, it was naturally a thorough complaint against the Venetians.

They were behind the scenes, fomenting rebellion in Rhodes Island, forcing him to abandon his troops and return alone, nearly causing unpredictable consequences.

Although I dealt with the rebellion in a timely manner, it was entirely due to the blessing of Christ and the Holy Father.

These Venetians were simply traitors to Christ, hated by both God and man, and full of evil... Thomas used all the vicious words he could think of, and he almost said that he would excommunicate the Republic of Venice and label it a traitor.

As long as they had the Pope's support, even the Venetians would not dare to risk the world's condemnation and go to war with the Knights Templar.

After all, they are totally wrong in this matter.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

It is already the end of summer.

There is a prison underground in the headquarters of the Knights.

This was a custom in those days. Prisons were usually set up in castles to detain criminals and captives nearby.

However, this prison is not very large.

At least now, there was only one person in the cell.

There was a very small ventilation window high up in the cell, but even this cat would have difficulty getting out of the window, and there were still several iron bars installed on it.

At this moment, a rare ray of sunlight shines through the window into the dark cell.

There was a disheveled man lying in the cell.

His hands and feet were all shackled with iron shackles, and the other ends of the shackles were firmly embedded in the wall.

The man lay motionless, like a corpse, with only the occasional twitch of his pupils proving he was alive.

The cell door was ajar.

The prisoner was already in shackles, so it didn't matter whether the door was closed or not.

At this time, the sunlight shone on the prisoner. This ray of light seemed to give the prisoner a bit of vitality, making him turn his head slightly and look towards the window.

There was a soft squeaking sound.

The half-closed door was opened from the outside.

Thomas walked in slowly with a calm expression and looked at the prisoner.

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"Captain Thomas, you are finally here?" asked the prisoner.

“You knew I was coming?” Thomas asked.

"Of course, and I know today is the day I die." Lucas laughed. "You will come and kill me with your own hands."

"Don't make yourself sound so innocent," Thomas said coldly. "As if I'm the bad guy. You were the one who killed Sergeant Piero of the Knights! I found the cemetery at your temporary base and dug up his remains and those of others. Don't try to argue; we have ample evidence."

"Sergeant Piero committed suicide," said Lucas.

"Would someone commit suicide for no reason?" Thomas asked. "Force someone to death and then claim it's suicide? If that's the case, then you can commit suicide today too."

"Haha..." Lucas laughed dryly.

"How is the situation now?"

"Nothing happened. The Doge of Venice didn't say a word, as if he knew nothing about it. It's obvious that he has given up on you."

This is also very normal. In the spy industry, you have to have this awareness. Especially when you fail and get caught, no one will save a failed spy, and they may even be directly denied their existence.

In most cases, both ancient and modern, both in China and abroad, this is how countries handle such matters.

"Haha, that's not surprising." Lucas laughed again.

A spy arrested by the enemy...that's trash!

No one needs a loser, not even the Republic.

"But... since you've come here in person, Grand Commander, that means I'm still somewhat useful to you, right? Or perhaps I have the information you want? However, even this information isn't enough to buy my life, is it?"

"that's right."

Lucas coughed a few times. "Something's been strange these past few days. I've been dreaming about Christ every day... He even asks me some strange questions... Haha... Could that Christ be sent by you, Grand Commander?"

"it is me."

"Haha, you're really honest. Since that's the case, let's make one last deal. You can ask whatever you want, but the price is that you answer my questions as well."

"it is good."

"So, Commander, my first question is...Are you a national defender?" Lucas asked.

"Yes." Thomas did not hide it.

"But...how did the Pope do it? How did he completely conceal the effects of the Divine Revelation Technique? You know, when the Divine Revelation Technique is activated, most of Rome can feel it."

"It's simple. There's no divine revelation," Thomas said. "I'm a protector of the country."

Lucas propped himself up halfway with his arms, his face full of surprise.

"No wonder... No wonder..." He muttered, his body slumped down weakly.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

All the doubts and confusions were answered by Thomas' words.

The truth is actually very simple, you just can't imagine it.

Why did the Pope accept Thomas as his student, why did he appoint him as Grand Master, and why did he hand over those sacred artifacts that were extremely precious even to the Church into his hands?

Because Thomas has been protecting the country since the beginning!

The Pope believes that he is capable of serving as the Grand Master and protecting these artifacts from being lost!

"Now, let me ask," Thomas said. "Do the Venetians have any long-term plans against the Knights of Rhodes?"