A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

There is no way without the navy!

"The Byzantines will make harsh demands," Demetrios said. "Unless Smyrna is returned, I don't think we can form an alliance again. And I'm sure they'll never truly help us!"

Although he was Greek, he had long been on the side of the Knights. No one in the Order, from top to bottom, would allow Smyrna, a city that had invested so much effort and staked its entire future, to be handed back.

"We don't need an alliance, we just need them to show their strength," Thomas said. "Once we engage the Sultan's army in Smyrna, even if the Byzantines do nothing but mobilize more troops to the border, the Sultan will be unable to devote his full strength to us."

"What should we do?" Demetrios obviously didn't quite understand.

"It's simple. Just tell the emperor," Thomas said. "Just tell him we're sure to win the Battle of Smyrna. As for the reason, it doesn't matter. Just make one up. Say the Pope will provide unlimited support, or simply say we have nearly ten artifacts!"

"Ah...ah..." Demetrios understood.

If you say that we are united to fight the enemy together, I'm sorry, the emperor probably won't look at you favorably. He won't even look at you!

But if you say there are great interests at stake, then the matter is different.

This is human nature!

Although the emperor would certainly not send troops directly to help in the war, in order to seize benefits in the future, he had to make some preliminary preparations, such as preparing an army.

For the emperor, once the war began, he would just stand by and watch. If the Knights won, he would take advantage of the situation and take a big bite out of the Seljuks. If the Knights lost, he would abandon his original plan. No matter how you looked at it, it was a profitable business.

But for the Knights, this is the goal in itself.

As long as the emperor has made preparations, the sultan must devote some of his energy to guard against the Byzantines!

The Knights also made a profitless business.

"Good idea, I'll do it right away."

Demetrios left.

Thomas stood alone on the bastion floor, in the narrow space between the trench and the wall, lost in thought.

Although he was confident in the bastion's defensive capabilities, he knew that there were always unexpected events.

Although the bastion is powerful, there are examples of it being captured!

His heavenly tribulation is about to come.

About half a year...

It would probably take about the same amount of time to accumulate a hundred golden apples on his golden apple tree.

Thomas didn't know whether the golden apple would spoil, but... someone must have done research on this.

Otherwise, when he first got the golden apple, it would not have been sealed in glass.

In other words, the golden apple must be kept away from air.

He didn't have a glass factory, so he used some wax to seal it. In theory, it should have the same effect as a glass shell, but it's a bit ugly!

In other words, when the real war begins, he should be able to come up with another protector of the country.

Who will get this spot?

To Demetrios?

Or maybe...Little Balboa?

Although Demetrios was a civilian knight, Thomas knew he was an elite knight. He just didn't know what his extraordinary abilities were.

It's hard to ask about some personal matters. If someone doesn't want to tell you, it probably means they don't want to tell you.

But little Balbo is completely different. His elemental control ability, even if it is only at the elite level, is amazing.

Anyway, Thomas felt that his abilities had great value in development.

Unfortunately, he was the son of the Doge of Venice after all.

After all, although becoming a monk these days is equivalent to giving up the right of inheritance, there is still the practice of returning to secular life.

If all other heirs were gone, in order to ensure the continuation of the family line, the son who had left home would have to return to inherit the family business. In this case, the church would have no objection.

Forget it, if the battle situation really gets unfavorable and we need additional forces...

Let little Balbo be promoted to Protector of the Nation!

Thomas made up his mind.

Then he was about to turn back.

Suddenly someone came towards me.

Thomas simply entered the narrow space between the trench and the wall house and took a casual look, walking forward a few dozen steps. His followers were all behind him and did not follow him.

The man in front was unarmed and wearing a sleeveless short coat. He looked like a busy laborer.

It seems like he came this way just to take a shortcut.

The stranger walked quickly and entered the spiritual field, and the spiritual field told Thomas that this was an ordinary person.

The next second, the man started to jog faster.

From a distance, he suddenly uttered some sounds that Thomas had never heard before.

A dark purple light appeared on his body, enveloping him from the inside out. The energy of the magic net was being frantically extracted and condensed within his body.

Just now it could only be called a "jog", but the next moment, his speed increased to a level that even Thomas felt was very fast.

The incident happened so suddenly that Thomas didn't even have time to draw his sword. Instead, he instinctively used the Steel Soul secret technique and retreated.

At this moment, the opponent's speed has increased to faster than Thomas who used the Steel Soul Secret Technique.

One of the men behind him shouted, "Assassin Assassin!"

Thomas also came back to his senses. He had seen this black and purple light more than once.

Assassin indeed!

Although this move had not posed much threat to Thomas in the past, this time was clearly an exception.

This time, the opponent's target is Thomas!

Chapter 271 Before the War 3

Thomas finally drew his sword.

But he didn't have the chance to use his sword at all, because before he could swing his sword, the assassin's body exploded.

In an instant, the earth turned into a vibrating drumhead, and the surrounding soil and stones rippled like liquid, then exploded, forming a huge cloud of smoke, like an old scar bursting on the earth.

The huge air wave lifted Thomas up and sent him flying backwards, landing dozens of steps away.

Not only Thomas, but also his subordinates who were at least dozens of steps away were knocked to the ground by the air wave.

Thomas struggled to get up from the ground, felt a sweet taste in his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Even Huguo's body could not withstand the impact of such an explosion, and his internal organs were all injured.

After spurting out the blood, the divine healing power took effect, and a warm current spread throughout the body, suppressing all the pain and discomfort.

If his divine nature had not been damaged, Thomas might not have died, but he would at least have been seriously injured!

Looking back, the city wall was still intact, thick and strong enough, and looked unchanged. But the deep trench was half-filled with collapsed earth and rocks.

"Captain!" At this time, the subordinates also got up and came towards Thomas.

"I'm fine!" Thomas got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Damn, I almost capsized!

No wonder the whole world regards the Assassins as tigers and wolves and hates them so much!

Thomas also knew about this famous assassination sect and the story of the "Old Man in the Mountain" in his previous life.

After all, in the history of the world, there is only one force that has left its name in history thanks to assassins.

However, no matter how powerful the assassins in the demon-free plane were, they had their limits. That's why they were massacred by the Mongol army.

But the world is obviously not that simple.

What I just did was... a very powerful offensive magic!

Although this wave of explosions was not as powerful as the 155mm howitzers that Thomas had seen in movies and TV in his previous life, it was at least considered a heavy mortar.

Thomas wasn't sure what kind of spell it was, but he was certain it was of a high level, at least level seven, perhaps even level eight or nine.

Fortunately, Assassins' magic is of the type that uses life to cast spells.

This also makes it impossible for them to delve into and explore spells in depth - their magic is less powerful than that cast by normal spellcasters.

For example, just now, the opponent didn't grasp the distance well.

In fact, there was no need for him to explode outside the range of Thomas's sword, because whether the sword hit him or not would make no difference to the final result.

If the opponent exploded closer to Thomas, it would not be so easy for Thomas to land this time.

If the explosion happened while Thomas was in his arms, even if Thomas was a patriot and his body had been transformed to the extreme by the magic net, he would not be able to escape the disaster.

Thomas was the only one present who was hit. Although the others were affected by the blast, they basically did not suffer any injuries worth mentioning.

There was nothing Thomas could do except immediately send someone to track down the assassin.

The investigation into the assassin was completed in the afternoon.

He was probably just an ordinary hired worker, responsible for doing heavy work like carrying bricks and stones.

This kind of work does not require any technical skills, but is very labor-intensive, so there are no requirements for recruiting.

This assassin has only been here for ten days and has basically been working diligently. There is nothing special about him.

Then, just as Thomas was making his rounds, he suddenly appeared.

To be honest, it’s not that the relevant personnel arrangements are wrong, but this matter is indeed hard to prevent.

Damn...

A few days later, at the lair of the Star-Moon Sword.

Ferdinand closed the letter.

"Sir, Assassin has failed..." the follower beside him asked cautiously.

Even a fool knows that when it comes to assassination, it’s best to succeed the first time.

If the first attempt fails, the other party will definitely increase their vigilance, making the second and third assassinations more difficult.

He was a little worried that Ferdinand would be upset and angry after seeing the news.

But in fact, Ferdinand was very calm, so calm that it seemed as if... he had received good news.

"It's okay. If I fail, I fail." Ferdinand smiled. "Even the Assassins aren't omnipotent."

"Ah...you anticipated this?"

"There are many ways to restrain these assassins. Otherwise, they would have been rampant throughout the world instead of hiding in a corner." Ferdinand sneered. "For example, prophecy magic."

Thomas has the Bloody Cross Flag, which allows him to cast spells infinitely.

It is reasonable to be able to predict the arrival of the assassin.

"Then... doesn't this mean that we have completely failed?"

"It's not a complete failure," Ferdinand replied. "After this incident, I've made sure the Knights are extremely cautious, and Thomas won't venture out casually. This has reduced their effectiveness somewhat."

"For us, it's just an easy move, but for them, it requires a lot of effort. That alone is worth it! It gives us more time."

"More time?" The attendant was confused. "You could have left earlier!"

During this period of time, Ferdinand had already selected dozens of volunteers at the Star-Moon Sword headquarters and was ready to set off. However, he was still not taking action.

Not to mention others, even the followers don’t understand what their master is trying to do.

"There is still one problem to be solved," said Ferdinand.

"what is the problem?"

"That's how he killed Hazel Reiss!"

Before the Grand Master died, he sent back the information he had through magic communication.

So now everyone knows that Herzl Reiss has most likely been killed by the Knights.

Hezil was a national defender-level warrior trained by the Star-Moon Sword. Like Ferdinand, he had also undergone a selection and assessment process. In other words, at headquarters, at least within the circle of the Great Elders, everyone was well aware of Hezil's strength and his ability as "Ocean Lord."