A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"Anything else? I mean about the Grand Commander."

"It is said that Grand Master Thomas has arrived in the Holy Land and, together with the Knights Templar, has launched a series of raids and offensive operations against the Fatimid Empire. The Knights Hospitaller are responsible for the defense."

Ferdinand nodded. This was a good move. "What was the result?"

"It's said that the Fatimids were overrun by a series of small border strongholds and fortresses, suffering heavy casualties, with at least thousands annihilated. The Mamluks launched a counterattack and engaged the Knights in a field battle, suffering a crushing defeat. The Knights, using golems as their vanguard, broke through the Mamluk formation. Combined with magic... the Mamluks suffered at least a thousand casualties, with a large number of prisoners. The Knights, on the other hand, suffered only single-digit casualties. That magic flag is truly powerful."

"It's fine that those castles couldn't be defended, but... why fight a field battle with the Christians? Didn't they know they had golems?"

"My Lord, it is said that those giant golems are made of wood! Although the Mamluks were badly defeated, they still destroyed two golems with fire and oil during the battle."

"A wooden golem? I see... Thomas is quite courageous. If it were me, I wouldn't dare ship a golem here. No matter what material a golem is made of, the biggest problem is that it can't withstand wear and tear. It's impossible to repair it."

He could only marvel at Thomas's capital and his audacity.

"But since he sent the golem here, then... there's a gap between Rhodes Island and Smyrna."

But it’s no use if there is a gap.

Because the Sultan has no time to deal with Smyrna.

All I can say is that he grasped the timing very cleverly.

"Ha...how interesting!" Ferdinand thought. "Are there any actions from the Order?"

"Well...it's said the Wolf God will be going there!" the young follower whispered. "He might have already left!"

Section 190 Eligibility

Jerusalem, Najaf area.

Under the bright sunshine, a small castle built of white stone and rammed earth stands in the vast rugged mountains.

The layout of the castle shows that its builders were not Christians, but the flag of the Knights Hospitaller was flying over the castle.

At this time, most of the area around the castle was filled with flames and black smoke.

The destroyed siege engines were burning.

Thick smoke billowed as the Crescent-Star believers were attacking the city while the Christians were defending it.

On the city walls and outside the city, arrows and bullets flew around, and soldiers were shot down in pools of blood, losing their breath.

A small number of soldiers have already reached the top of the city wall and are fighting a bloody battle with the defending troops.

More than thirty soldiers, surrounded by three knights wearing the cloaks of the Knights Hospitaller, were fighting fiercely with the enemies rushing up on the city wall.

Among these people, the strongest are the three knights.

The three men were extremely powerful, wearing iron armor, holding an iron shield in one hand and a chain hammer or long sword in the other. They were invincible and could easily kill an enemy with almost every move.

But even so, the situation was irreversible. Their bodies were already drenched in blood, their armor covered in scars. In areas not covered by the armor, there were even smaller wounds, bleeding profusely.

"Sir, it's too late! If we delay any longer, our only escape route will be cut off! Sir, please make a quick decision!" A strong man suddenly growled. "There are too many enemies!"

The tallest and most burly knight in the middle, holding a chain hammer, slammed a sturdy enemy in front of him down from the top of the wall, along with his shield. Everyone knew that this fall would definitely be fatal.

He quickly turned around and glanced inside the castle through the narrow slit in his helmet.

This was captured by the Knights Templar not long ago and was handed over to him for guarding.

Unexpectedly, not long after arriving, we were attacked by a large enemy army.

The evacuation had actually begun. The enemy was surrounded on three sides, but there was definitely cavalry ready to pursue.

Delaying a little longer gives the wounded and the elderly more time to escape.

"You go first! I'll cover your retreat!" he growled suddenly.

"grown ups!?"

"Let's die together!!"

"For the glory of the Knights!"

None of the people around them retreated, their blood boiling and their bodies swelled slightly. This was the secret technique of Byzantium.

"It's come to this, let's kill him first and make up for it!!"

Some people in the siege team below the city saw this scene on the city wall.

"Hospital Knights?" a voice suddenly sounded.

Several figures quickly approached from a short distance, without the aid of siege weapons. One of them leaped directly, using his hands for support, and landed lightly on the city wall, standing in front of the defenders.

The other two also threw out hooks in their hands, easily hooked onto the top of the city wall, and climbed up to the top of the city wall as quickly as monkeys.

"Knights Hospitaller, do you know your sins? You have killed believers in the true God, violated His commandments, occupied His land, and spread heresy. You deserve death!"

The one in the front looked more like an Indian than an ordinary Saracen. His cold eyes glared fiercely at the three Hospitallers at the rear.

He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that revealed the muscular arms.

He is not wearing any armor!

On a battlefield filled with swords flashing, arrows raining, and stones raining down, you actually don't wear armor?!

Even if it's to protect the country, flesh and blood can't stop bullets! Not wearing armor on the battlefield is actually tantamount to seeking death.

However, the action of him climbing the city wall with his bare hands was so oppressive that for a moment, no one attacked him.

In addition, the person who was speaking was not the one in front, but another person behind him.

The one who had just climbed up using the grappling hook was now wearing chain mail.

However, he had no other weapons except the grappling hook.

Apart from the chain mail, he was dressed more like a clergyman than a warrior.

"I don't care about your true God! You pagans!" the Knights Hospitaller roared. "You may win this time, but the Christians will be back soon! You cowards, you're capable of making false accusations, but you don't have the guts to fight me in a fair, one-on-one battle?!"

He had no doubt that the Christians would fight back.

Last time, the Knights Templar and the Knights of Rhodes joined forces and easily captured the city. It is said that the casualties were only in the single digits, and all the defenders in the city were wiped out.

The main reason for his failure this time was his carelessness. He did not expect the Star-Moon Cultists to launch a counterattack so quickly and was caught off guard.

"God is the most forgiving and merciful. So, as a believer in God, I offer you a chance. If you surrender immediately and declare your conversion, I will spare your life! The Star-Moon Cult is kind and tolerant, and is merciful. I will even allow you to continue to serve as the lord of this place."

"But if you resist stubbornly... don't blame God for bringing down His thunderbolt upon you!"

"%@￥#!!" The leading Knight Hospitaller erupted in a volley of foul curses, but his chain hammer didn't stop. It smashed down on a Star-Moon Cult soldier who had just peeked out from the top of the wall. Flesh and blood splattered, covering half his body in blood. He looked ferocious and domineering, like a god of war.

"You, the humble chickens and clay dogs who rely on numbers, are nothing! Kill me if you dare!!"

It might still be possible to persuade them to surrender on the battlefield. After all, the Christians had indeed lost the battle.

But how is it possible to change one’s faith and convert?

No Hospitaller would accept such an offer of conversion. Better to die in battle than to convert!

Anyway, changing one’s faith is absolutely impossible!

"Since you're seeking death yourself, you can't blame me for waiting." The Star-Moon Cult clergyman sneered, then lowered his head and respectfully saluted the Indian in front of him.

"Lord Wolf God, these pagans refuse to convert and kill God's believers right in front of us. They are beyond redemption. Only by letting God's thunder fall on the heads of these godless pagans can they learn to fear."

At this time, no more Star Moon Sect soldiers were climbing up from this position.

"Lord Wolf God, do you want to..." another person suddenly spoke.

"No need!" The Wolf God raised a hand. "With just a few people, it's nothing."

He looked around again and found that there were only a hundred or so Christian soldiers in the entire castle who were able to fight, and nearly half of them were wounded.

But if they want to eliminate these Knights Hospitaller, the Crescent Moon Cultists will have to suffer at least hundreds of casualties!

The Wolf God waved his hand, tore off his short coat, and threw it into the hands of a follower, revealing his strong upper body.

His whole body was clearly trained like a thousand hammers, but he didn't see a single scar on it.

Not even a tiny spot or bump.

It is more like a sculpture or a portrait than a person.

"There are quite a few elite, high-ranking ones!" The Wolf God swept his gaze over the crowd. "And they've all practiced secret techniques... quite impressive."

"You are qualified to let me take action..."

The Wolf God said calmly.

Chapter 191 Letter 1

Rhode Island.

Deep in the cave where the outpost once stood.

Now it has been cleaned up a little and turned into a stone chamber with not much clutter.

Thomas finished another conversation with Thor.

Everyone has ulterior motives, but as long as nothing is revealed, communication between them is still very smooth.

Thomas gained a lot of knowledge that he had never known before. Of course, he also told Thor a lot about the world.

Although this is just common sense, it is a completely new field for Thomas.

"...Let's stop here for now," Thomas said. "What else can we talk about next time?"

"Next time, I'll talk about other quasi-gods," said Thor.

This isn't even "knowledge" anymore; it's just hearsay.

Thomas sneered in his heart, but did not expose it.

"Other Quasi-Gods? Although I know there should be more than one Quasi-God in this world, the stories of those past Quasi-Gods are of no use to me."

Becoming a quasi-god was difficult, but Thomas had already seen one and a half.

One is the Deer-Headed Spirit. In fact, the Deer-Headed Spirit has finally reached the standard of a quasi-god.

The other half was the Long Sword Princess. Although she hadn't realized it yet, she did have the talent to become a quasi-god.

"Of course, it's not just the ones from the past, but also the ones that are still there now."

"Is he still here? Can he be found? Can we meet?" Thomas showed a hint of surprise.

"Yeah. But it's almost time today," Thor said. "See you next time."

With that, the spiritual communication between the two sides was interrupted, and Thomas also left that location.

When he reached the cave entrance, Thomas looked at his hourglass.

He has prepared an hourglass for himself, which allows him to estimate time very accurately and adjust his sense of time accordingly.

Thor suddenly threw out a fragrant bait, which means that he really hopes to communicate with him tomorrow or at least in the near future.

But Thomas decided not to fall for it.

The other party definitely has some ulterior motive, and it is very likely that they have bad intentions.

In this case, let's set the next meeting time within the safety range, which is six months as stipulated by Rome.

In fact, it might be better to delay it a little longer, after all, Thomas is not in a hurry now.

He was doing a good job as the Grand Commander. Although he was curious about the affairs of the gods, he had no urgent need to be deified.

It’s still very early.

Thomas still has at least another one or two hundred years to live, so he has plenty of time to continue spending with Thor.

He soon arrived at the cave entrance, where the rest of his group was waiting for him.

"Grand Commander!" Louis, who was following him at the door, saluted him.

This kid is very good and has grown very fast. In less than a year, his martial arts skills have become quite good and he has acquired all kinds of knowledge and etiquette.

Everyone in the Knights admitted that this was an extremely talented guy.

Thomas's gaze shifted from Louis to another person. Although this person was wearing the uniform of the Knights, his face was unfamiliar.

He should not be a formal member, but rather an attendant, follower, secretary or something like that.

"you are?"