A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

When everyone saw the Grand Commander here, they all felt uneasy. The knight gritted his teeth and wanted to turn around and attack again, but was stopped by Thomas.

Anything that could cause a knight to retreat in such an embarrassing manner must be beyond their capabilities.

“How’s it going?” Thomas asked.

"Grandmaster, it's magic," the knight stammered. "There are several spellcasters over there, and their magic is powerful. We can't get through!"

Although everyone knows that magic is one-time, it does not mean that it cannot kill people.

Magic is a waste of money on the battlefield, unless it's a free spellcasting item like the Bloody Cross Banner. But it must be admitted that magic is indeed powerful and effective!

"Magic..." Thomas knew in his heart that there must be a grandmaster hiding here!

The highest person in charge of the Star-Moon Sword here.

In this respect, all religious groups are similar; magical proficiency is crucial. The Grand Master in charge of a region must be a high-level spellcaster, capable of reaching the seventh level of the magic web.

It is completely understandable that we cannot take it down in a short time.

"That's great, I'll go take a look." Thomas said.

"Grand Commander!" The knight tried to stop him, but Thomas moved quickly and passed by.

After turning a corner, there is a straight passage in front.

Without any cover, it is indeed a good position to cast spells.

With only one spellcaster defending, no matter how many people there are, they can’t rush over.

Unfortunately, the number of spells that a spellcaster in this world can cast is limited...

Thomas felt emotional, but he had already activated his own domain.

A translucent ripple emanated from his body, difficult to detect in the dim light.

In the distance, the sound of magical chanting was heard.

Third-level spell: Fireball!

The next moment, a huge fireball, wrapped in high temperature and high pressure, rushed towards them from the front.

However, after entering its domain, the power of the fireball dropped rapidly, the temperature dropped significantly, and its size shrank by nearly half.

The effect of the reduction in the field is still very obvious.

Judging from the condition of this fireball, its power was probably cut in half.

Thomas thought to himself and made a fake slash with the sword in his hand.

A beam of energy shot out from the edge of his sword and hit the fireball.

Boost your energy!

The fireball was cut into two halves by the energy impact and passed by Thomas on both sides.

The heat wave hit us, but it didn't have any effect worth mentioning.

The knight who just retreated was probably repelled by a fireball.

Thomas continued forward. Suddenly, another spell fell upon him. This time, it wasn't a lethal spell, but a restrictive one.

It should be a slow-motion technique.

Thomas wasn't particularly skilled in magic. While he could cast spells, it was mostly mechanical, following a script. His spell identification skills were also poor. But that didn't matter; he was a warrior by trade.

Normally, when a slow spell is applied, a human is like falling into a bucket of glue, with layers of resistance covering their entire body. However, under the impact of the domain, Thomas clearly felt that the slow spell's effectiveness was greatly reduced.

It's probably like climbing a mountain.

You can't move as freely as on flat ground, but if you really try, running and jumping are still no problem.

While carefully pondering the effects of the evaluation area in my mind, I continued to move forward.

On the other side, at the end of the aisle, five or six followers of the Star-Moon Sword gathered, all tightly surrounding the Grandmaster.

"No!" someone screamed. "There's no way to stop the enemy!"

The Grand Master sighed.

They were now on a small building in the castle. There were windows behind them, and they could see that the Knights had occupied various parts of the castle, and the shouts and cries of killing were becoming fainter and fainter.

Everything is irreversible.

This attack came suddenly, and the Knights were totally unexpected to mobilize so many troops.

Although no one said it, he had already vaguely guessed that Herzl Reis had failed.

Not only did he fail, but someone in his team was probably captured. This captured coward, in order to save his life, betrayed all the information about the Sword of Stars and Moon to the Knights.

But the Knights were able to capture the castle so easily because he was too lax in his usual behavior.

Both the outer security forces and the castle's own defensive capabilities had become slack due to the long period of inactivity.

One of his men looked pale and cast a spell over there, but it obviously didn't work.

Magic has a flaw, which is that many spells can be overcome by relying on mental strength, physical strength, or equipment.

Even a spell that directly kills someone may not necessarily kill them.

"Forget it, you," he said to a pale-faced subordinate. "Send a message to headquarters. Tell them we've completely failed. We'll have to say goodbye to them in heaven. Tell them about our plans and the half-finished efforts. Headquarters will help us complete the parts we haven't completed."

His subordinate can access the fifth layer of the magic network, but transmitting so much content should exhaust all his spellcasting ability.

"Everyone," the Grand Master said, ignoring him and looking around at the others. "Who else can cast a spell?"

No one answered.

Most people's magic has been exhausted.

This is the tragedy of magic.

High-level magic does have earth-shattering power, and low-level magic is also very practical. Unfortunately, it cannot be restored after use.

"It seems that it is time for us to be martyred." said the Grand Master.

He strode out of the room without a trace of fear. From a distance, he saw the knight coming from the opposite direction.

Thomas was slightly surprised and stopped.

The old man in front should be the grandmaster!

At this moment, the old man's eyes seemed to be flashing with fire, because he also recognized the person who came before him.

It turned out to be Grand Commander Thomas?

Coming alone?

Although it seems a little unbelievable, this seems to be the case at the moment.

"Captain Thomas?"

"Do you know me?" Thomas asked. "You must be... the Grand Master!"

Chapter 266 Siege 5

"Hahahaha..." The Grand Master laughed. "I really didn't expect to meet the Grand Commander. What an honor. Even though we're meeting under such circumstances."

"Grandmaster, I will not waste my words." Thomas raised his sword. "Surrender. I will treat you as befits your status."

Although Thomas would not hesitate to kill the people of the Star-Moon Sword, from the perspective of interests, capturing the Grandmaster is much more advantageous than killing him directly.

The Knights Templar now have the luxury of treating prisoners well.

Although they are currently hostile to the Crescent Moon Cult, according to Thomas's plan, there will still be opportunities for peace talks in the future.

If the Star-Moon Sword is sensible, it will become a good intermediary.

"I'm curious," the Grand Master said. "How did you defeat Hazel Reis? If I'm not mistaken, he should be invincible in the sea."

"He's powerful, but not invincible." Thomas sneered. "If you insist on knowing how I won, I can only say...it's not as complicated as you think."

"how?"

"It's simple. I have a magic item. A simple, yet very useful thing. If you put it in your mouth, you can breathe underwater." Thomas said. "So, you will understand."

"I see." The Grand Master suddenly realized. "I underestimated you!"

The Knights Templar were primarily naval, and the Pope must have anticipated a naval battle. Falling into the sea during a naval battle was perfectly normal.

What's so strange about him bestowing upon his disciple a treasure that allows him to breathe underwater?

Even artifacts like the Golem Legion and the Bloody Cross Flag were awarded, so what else is impossible?

Even Hazel Reiss couldn't breathe underwater. He just could hold his breath for much longer than a normal person.

Therefore, as long as Thomas drags the battle into a long stalemate, he has a chance of winning.

"Then, Grandmaster, please answer a question for me. What exactly does the Star-Moon Sword want?" Thomas asked. "Why did they target Rhodes Island? Is there anything on Rhodes Island?"

"This is not something you can ask." The Grand Master hesitated and replied.

"That's very rude," Thomas said. "I answered your questions truthfully, but you refused to answer mine. If the people of the Star-Moon Sword are like this, then my opinion of you has been greatly reduced!"

"That is determined by a will that is beyond you and me." The Grand Master finally said.

“God… ah, no, saints?” Thomas asked.

The Grand Master remained silent this time.

But his non-answer is itself the best answer.

"If I were you," the Grand Master said after a long pause, "I would abandon Rhodes Island."

"If I were you, I would find another god to worship." Thomas sneered.

"Pagan!" This statement infuriated the Grandmaster. During the confrontation, he had seemingly remained motionless, but in reality, he had already prepared his magic. "Die!"

If he kills Thomas, he won't lose anything.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Thomas in front of him.

A beam of deadly energy shot out from his finger and instantly shone on Thomas.

Seventh-level spell: Finger of Death!

The death energy from the magic network was infused into Thomas' body in the purest way.

Thomas felt as if his entire body had fallen into an icy hole. A chill from nowhere permeated every cell of his body. He couldn't help but groan.

The other party already had murderous intentions!

This move was indeed unexpected. Thomas didn't see the other party cast a spell or chant any hand gestures, but he still used magic.

Fortunately, he opened the field early.

The magic that was supposed to kill with one strike only caused minimal damage. Even the spontaneous healing effect of divine power failed to activate.

Thomas felt the deathly coldness inside his body making him very uncomfortable, so he took the initiative to inject a ball of divine power into his body.

A sudden surge of heat injected vitality into the body that was already freezing cold.

There's plenty of divine power now, no need to conserve it. It's just a bunch of divine power!

Comfort is the most important thing.

Seeing that his magic was ineffective, the Grand Master instantly pulled out a staff from behind him.

This cane is inlaid with gold and silver, and there are also some gems on it that I don’t know whether they are jade or gems. It is the kind of thing that you can tell is very valuable at a glance.

But whatever he wanted to do with the cane, it was too late.

Thomas instantly broke through the distance between the two people and arrived in front of them.

There was still a fundamental difference between a professional warrior and a spellcaster. The Grandmaster's reaction speed simply couldn't keep up.

The sword flashed.

The Grand Master's body collapsed.

Thomas snatched the cane away easily with one hand.

He couldn't identify what it was, but the strong magical aura on it was very obvious. It was obviously a magical item.

It doesn’t matter, just ask the blue-robed wizard to identify it later.

Just as he held the cane in his hand, a shout came from the other side.