A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Chapter 201 Monster 4

Today was a gloomy day from the beginning.

At this moment, as if to respond to something, the sky finally sprinkled all the gloom on the earth.

The thick rain seemed to swallow everything. Countless raindrops shattered in an instant, causing a roar as if the world was shattering. Apart from that, there was a heart-pounding silence in the Knights' headquarters.

"Louis, get my armor!" Thomas left the terrace and ordered in the corridor. Today, the incident happened suddenly and he had not put on his armor yet.

"Grandmaster, which one do you want? The lamellar armor? Or the leather one..."

"That close-fitting mail and leather coat!" Thomas replied.

Then he went into his living room, where all his weapons were already placed on the weapons rack.

Magic sword, dagger, two flintlock pistols.

Finally, there is the sacrificial knife.

Thomas picked up the weapons one by one and began to examine them carefully, examining them with the meticulous care of a man who would stake his honor, or even his life, on them.

Equipping himself with these weapons one by one was like refilling his lost internal organs one by one. They seemed to beat within his empty lungs, allowing him to become whole again step by step.

He was no longer the commander who commanded the entire knight order, but a warrior ready for battle.

Memories of countless battles slowly emerged in my mind.

Louis came over at this time and put armor on Thomas.

Thomas put on his armor and weapons, but not his helmet, and walked all the way to the hall on the first floor.

The lobby on the first floor of the Knights' headquarters was usually used as a gathering place. It could accommodate all the official members of the Knights' headquarters for meetings—even though the total number of official members of the Knights' headquarters was less than 200.

Battle cries were heard from outside the door.

Because there were twenty soldiers stationed at the door. They formed the last line of defense.

Thomas estimated that they would resist here for a short time, probably no more than five minutes.

At this moment, three cannons were already in position in the hall, their muzzles pointing towards the gate.

Screams and the dull sound of bodies being knocked away continued to ring out.

The resistance at the door was defeated by the Wolf God.

Thomas's spiritual field clearly grasped the Wolf God's movements. Although he couldn't perceive the details, he could sense the location.

"Fire!" said Thomas, taking the torch from the gunner in charge and lighting the cannon's fuse.

The Wolf God had no interest in chasing down the defeated enemy, so he started to break down the door instead.

There was a loud bang, causing the heavy door to shake.

The second sound was the clear sound of wood breaking.

With the third sound, a door panel flew out into the hall. The raindrops on the wood panel vibrated, flew up, and stopped in mid-air.

In the almost frozen moment, smoke slowly emanated from the cannon's fuse, accompanied by tiny sparks. In the blink of an eye, the sound of the burning gunpowder fuse turned into a low roar.

The cannonballs, driven by the force of the gunpowder's expanding air, flew sparks. Three red-hot shells flew from the muzzle, tearing through the air and shattering the solidified rain curtain. Killing intent, solidified into metal, roared in and struck the Wolf God outside the door.

After the deafening roar of artillery, there was silence.

The gunners and knights looked at each other in horror.

Thomas closed his eyes and focused more on his spiritual field. Through it, he briefly saw the body torn apart by the shell. The body was shattered, yet it was reassembling at an astonishing speed.

Even the blood that splashed out of the body turned into red smoke and merged back into the broken body.

One minute, just one minute! The Wolf God, who had been hit by the shell, had basically returned to normal.

Although his wounds have not yet healed, he is able to move freely.

The Wolf God walked into the Knights' headquarters through the completely broken gate.

One of his arms was still drooping and unable to move, but the other was intact.

The two knights closest to him raised their spears and stabbed at the Wolf God. But the Wolf God took the blows nonchalantly, and with his free hand, he grabbed the two spears and, with a slight force, broke them instantly.

However, he did not pursue, but threw away the spear, his blood-red mouth slightly opened.

His target was not these knights, but Grand Master Thomas.

Just like when people have a meal, although they may eat some appetizers before the meal, the main course is still the main course.

When the main course is served, the appetizer should be taken away temporarily.

Although shocked by this scene, the other knights were still prepared to continue attacking.

"Knight, retreat!" Thomas shouted.

Several knights turned around and looked at the Grand Commander nervously.

"Everyone, stand down!" Thomas ordered again. "Louis, you too!"

Although the knights hesitated, they finally carried out the order and quickly left the hall through the side door.

Louis bowed to Thomas and turned away.

The Wolf God did not stop this, his attention was completely on Thomas.

The three shells he had just received were not in vain. Even though some of his limbs were still missing at this moment, he was not in a hurry to take action.

"They said you were immortal... I didn't quite believe it before." Thomas stared at the Wolf God in front of him.

Before him stood a werewolf over two meters tall, perhaps three meters tall if standing straight. Its body was covered in black hair like steel needles, and beneath it, layers of bulging muscles could be seen. The strength of this body was comparable to a battering ram, easily breaking down the massive door of the Knights' headquarters. The five fingers of the werewolf's hands had transformed into claws that could tear through steel with ease.

Those eyes were full of malice and greed, but he did not take action immediately. Instead, he looked at Thomas carefully.

Both sides were sizing each other up and estimating each other's strength.

Obviously, Thomas's decision to ask all his men to leave made the Wolf God a little confused.

Thomas wasn't wearing a helmet at the moment, so his face could be seen clearly, and his expression certainly didn't look like a martyr.

That was the look of a confident warrior, not the look of someone ready to die!

Thomas estimated, using his eyes and even more so his own spiritual field.

Ordinary guardians of the country are a distorted existence in the spiritual field.

It cannot be felt directly, but it creates a "fuzzy" area in the spiritual field.

The Wolf God is a different matter in the spiritual field. It is a mass that releases a certain "qi" or a source of energy.

Like a flame radiating heat.

The spiritual field cannot observe his essence, but can only feel his power being released naturally in waves.

If I had to describe what it was, it was a life force so strong that it was indescribable, so strong that even the Wolf God's body could not contain it.

After being hit by the artillery shell just now, the fire of life has temporarily waned.

But as time went by, as the Wolf God's injuries healed quickly, the fire of life began to flourish again, affecting the surroundings and releasing energy in all directions.

Such a strong vitality...

No wonder he is immortal.

Ordinary swords, spears, halberds, arrows and bullets are of no use to the Wolf God.

When people have nothing to do, they always have extra vitality overflowing.

But why is there so much vitality?

Chapter 202 Monster 5

Besides, the battle just now lasted for more than ten minutes, right? Although the Wolf God's eyes were bloodshot, he was still conscious.

What about the fact that if the battle lasts a little longer, one’s sanity will collapse… I guess it’s not “a little longer”, but “a long time”!

If even the damage from artillery shells could be healed in a minute or two...

Then this is truly immortality!

The Wolf God shook his arm that had been unable to move just now - in just a short while, his arm was able to move again. Although it was not completely healed, it did not prevent him from extending his claws and making a few gestures.

Thomas also stretched out his hand and made several gestures with it.

If there were a third person present, he would be surprised to find that the two people's gestures were exactly the same. That was not an ordinary gesture, but a spell-casting gesture.

First-level spell: Peep into the origin.

This magic is not within the scope of normal magic, but was taught to Thomas by Thor.

It has no other use except to determine whether the other party is a spirit. Moreover, it can only be observed at a close distance and cannot be sensed from a distance.

You can't look at it from a distance through a telescope or something like that.

A flash of golden light flashed in Thomas' eyes for a moment, then disappeared in an instant.

However, he had already got his answer.

This is truly a god.

In the spiritual vision just now, the Wolf God's whole body was burning with energy like black flames. The most important thing was that this flame was regular.

It surges with every breath, every pulse, and every heartbeat of the Wolf God.

It seems that this flame, this energy is not its complete form. It is just its initial form, and will slowly turn into something else as time accumulates.

Thomas had never seen anything like it before, but the moment he saw it, he understood.

This is a god. Even if you see it for the first time, you will understand this.

"I see..." The Wolf God extended his blood-red tongue and licked his lips. "Did I meet someone of the same trade?"

A demigod who has already embarked on the path to becoming a god!

"They actually said you were a beginner elite, relying on a magic flag to do evil... but in fact, you are a protector of the country. Those idiots are blind fools! I said, how could an elite do such a thing!"

He smiled, a sinister smile. "And you're more than just a protector of the nation. You've already embarked on the path to deification and become a quasi-god!"

"Interesting! It's rare to meet a junior! A native born and raised... Quasi-God?"

"Do the Star-Moon Cultists also believe in this?"

"I'm not a Star-Moon believer," the Wolf God sneered. "I just hang out with the Star-Moon Cult. While I believe in the existence of one true God, the Creator, I'm not a follower of Him, nor do I believe that the Star-Moon Cult worships Him in person. Of course, this is actually difficult to explain, and I might be wrong."

"That's exactly what I am. I just mingle with Christianity. In that case, do we need to fight?" Thomas said.

The Wolf God licked his lips again.

"Of course, I can't disobey that person's orders!"

"that one?"

"Ha... Since it's so rare to meet a younger generation, I'm telling you... there are many options on the road to becoming a god!"

"One of them is to choose to join a senior who has gone further and higher than you."

"In this way, you can avoid all the pitfalls you would otherwise have stepped into, and avoid many obstacles that would otherwise be unavoidable. Of course, as a price, your ultimate achievements will be limited. But what does it matter? When you embark on this path, you will find..."

The Wolf God suddenly laughed, although his laughter was quite ferocious and terrifying.

"As a god, even if you only take the first step, even if you are merely a subordinate of a more powerful god, the authority you possess still far exceeds that of any human king!"

“Must we fight?” Thomas asked again.

He began to understand that part of his original plan was wrong.

The Wolf God no longer suffers a mental breakdown after fighting for a while! This is because he must have gained additional strength to stabilize his spirit.

This makes things a little out of control.

"Unless you hand over Rhodes Island!"

"Why should I hand over Rhodes Island? What do you want to gain from this?"

"It doesn't matter," the Wolf God said. "Surrender and hand over Rhodes Island. Or die!"

"Then I choose the third option." Thomas sneered. "Send you to death!"

The planned battle to hunt the beasts is no longer in the cards. Plans can't keep pace with changes!

Now it's a battle between two gods!