A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

It’s Thomas’ newly promoted flag-bearer, little Balbo!

Chapter 311 Assassination 5

Oops, I can’t catch up!

Ferdinand also saw two people appear in front of him. From the robes on their bodies, he could tell that both of them were members of the Knights Templar.

And the distance was very troublesome. Before entering the effective range, Demetrios would be protected by these two people.

These two people stood in front of him. Even if one of them was killed in one move, it would take two moves to defeat him.

After two moves, if we chased after him, I'm afraid Demetrios would have run away again. Who knows how many knights are still ahead?

In desperation, Ferdinand threw the dagger in his hand.

This distance was not suitable, but he didn't care about that.

He is the illegitimate son of fate!

As expected, the dagger turned several times in the air and when it landed on Demetrios, it was already exhausted and not strong enough to break the armor.

But it doesn’t matter if you are exhausted, the key is to land well.

It landed right on Demetrios' knee. The hilt, not the blade, struck the base of his knee.

Demetrios was originally running for his life, but he didn't expect to be disturbed by this external force.

Even though he had martial arts skills, he still couldn't maintain his balance and fell to the ground, rolling several times.

But he fell and was dizzy, and couldn't get up for a while.

Ferdinand was overjoyed.

However, at this time, the two knights had recognized Demetrios and immediately stepped forward, protecting the clerk behind them.

When Ferdinand looked carefully again, he recognized one of them as Knight Mansreti.

The Knights’ instructor with such little presence!

Although all newcomers are trained by the Knights of Mansreti, he is not valued in the Knights Templar.

This person only has average strength in martial arts. Although he has been on the battlefield many times, he ultimately failed to break through to the elite level.

Besides, he is not from an aristocratic family, and his cultural knowledge is not impressive. He is not born with such a brain!

By accumulating experience, he was eventually promoted to instructor—presumably, that was the end of his career. Although Ferdinand recognized the other person, he wasn't exactly familiar with him.

When he was in the Knights Templar, he was the fleet commander and did not have much interaction with Mansreti.

"Ferdinand?" Knight Mansreti also recognized the other party and was shocked.

Just now, the flag bearer, Knight Balbo, wanted to join his team and fight together, but he refused.

It is better for the standard bearer to guard the flag in the back. His mission is to guard the flag and protect the confidence of the Knights.

It's a shame that little Balbo is... well, too young and aggressive. He's so persistent, determined to get into the reserve team and charge into battle!

After all, fighting at night... who can see the flag? The flag bearer's duty to guard the flag is completely meaningless!

The two people were arguing about this matter, but they didn't expect the clerk to run over.

And it was obvious that he was being hunted by Ferdinand.

"Mansreti, it's you." Ferdinand stopped.

The clerk suffered a heavy fall just now and couldn't escape for a while.

He has plenty of time.

"Leave, or die!" He was too lazy to waste time talking to this old friend from the Knights Templar.

Others might still be worth persuading, but... Knight Mansreti has no value at all.

"He is Ferdinand, the one... the one..." Little Balbo looked at several people and asked.

"Yes, that's the traitor!" Mansreti gritted his teeth.

The elders of the Order, from top to bottom, all hated Ferdinand to the core. This man's betrayal nearly destroyed the Order.

"Mansreti, I don't want to kill people for no reason," Ferdinand said. "You are just a stalwart. There is no way you can defeat me. I am already the Protector of the Nation!"

He warned.

If Mansreti had a dozen or dozens of soldiers around him, he might be a little more cautious.

It was obvious that the two people had just found a deserted corner to argue about some more private topics, so there was no one else around.

But Mansreti showed no sign of retreating, not even a cry.

Ferdinand sighed softly. The Knights Templar were full of such stubborn people.

"Go to hell!" he shouted and attacked with all his strength.

Knight Mansreti had already drawn his sword, but little Balbo had not yet come to his senses and had only drawn one of his two swords.

The two swords crossed.

Ferdinand's original intention was to strike with all his strength, destroying the opponent's defensive posture with an overwhelming blow of his arm strength, and in the process chopping Knight Mansreti's head in half.

Then we can deal with the young knight who is obviously a newcomer.

However, the opponent's wrist strength was unexpectedly great. The two swords collided with each other, creating a large gap, but failed to break the opponent's defense.

How is it possible, this kind of power? He was shocked.

Some kind of...power-enhancing magic item? Or maybe even magic?

Before he could come to his senses, Mansreti had already launched a counterattack.

The two long swords were swung alternately.

Caught off guard, Ferdinand was forced to retreat step by step.

Knight Mansreti was not inferior to him in strength and speed, and he did not have the strong intuitive warning caused by the suppression of his status, so Ferdinand could only defend himself for a while.

After a few moves, he had to retreat a distance.

"Protecting the country?" Knight Mansreti sneered as he forced his opponent back. "What a coincidence! Me too!"

A faint light visible to the naked eye shone from his sword.

I originally wanted to use the Earth-Splitting Slash, but at this time little Balbo rushed up from the side.

On the two swords, one sword was shining with lightning, and the other was covered with frost.

"Don't let him get away!" shouted little Balbo, his face full of the joy of a true fighter encountering a strong enemy.

Knight Mansreti had no choice but to temporarily give up the Earthshattering Slash in order to prevent accidental injuries.

However, it seemed that this was no longer necessary, as with his two swords, Little Balbo pushed his opponent back step by step, forcing him into a corner.

This new flag bearer is really good at one-on-one combat.

After just over ten moves, Ferdinand was forced into a dilemma by his opponent, and was even slashed by a sword, with a large piece of his cloak cut off.

The lightning sword over there was no way to fight head-on, but the ice sword could instantly make people feel like they were falling into an ice cave - literally.

Not only that, the enemy will also attack from a distance.

Ferdinand barely managed to gain distance and try to regain his balance, but was stabbed through the air by Balbo's longsword. A flash of lightning shot out from the sword, piercing through the air and striking Ferdinand.

Ferdinand's whole body felt numb from the electric shock, and his movements slowed down instantly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Little Balbo's Ice Sword followed closely, and water vapor condensed into ice cones above the tip of the sword in the air.

With a swing of the sword, more than ten sharp ice cones were thrown towards Ferdinand.

"Ouch..." Ferdinand groaned in pain.

He barely blocked a few of them, but the other ice spikes pierced his body mercilessly, causing damage.

"Traitor, die!" On the other side, Knight Mansreti found an opportunity and came around from the side and rear.

He swung his sword straight towards Ferdinand's neck.

Chapter 312 Assassination 6

Ferdinand barely swung his sword to block the opponent's heavy blow.

Hemp egg!

At this point, how could he not understand?

These two are both protectors of the country!

The young knight he didn't know was fine, but how did Knight Mansreti become the protector of the country?

He wouldn't be surprised if Andrea became the protector of the country.

After all, he was once one of the "National Protector Seeds," similar to him. He had shown outstanding talent in his childhood and had become an elite warrior at an early age.

After years of hard training of body and mind, he suddenly got an opportunity one day, found his own path, and was finally promoted to Protector of the Country.

Although it was also a stroke of luck, it was understandable and reasonable... In fact, those who advanced to the Protectorate through their own strength were basically like this!

But this Mansreti is completely different.

Even though he was nearly 40 years old, he could not become an elite and had always been a backbone, holding a marginal and unprofitable coaching position in the Knights.

Although the status of the Knights Templar was not entirely determined by strength, Mansreti was actually mediocre in all aspects.

Martial arts is what he is best at.

Apart from his seniority, he really has no advantages.

How could such a person become a protector of the country?

And most importantly...

Before Ferdinand left the Knights Templar, he was just a backbone and didn't even have any extraordinary abilities!

But now he has become the protector of the country? This is straight up to heaven!

Ferdinand couldn't understand.

But no matter how confused he was, the reality was that he was besieged by two patriots and was on the verge of despair.

Two against one, and his extraordinary ability is still the "Lucky Balance" that cannot be fought.

And it is clear that these two people have direct combat capabilities!

The young knight was responsible for the main attack. Each move was more brutal than the last. He used ice and lightning in his hands to attack with a cross attack, and all his attacks were fatal.

Mansreti played a supporting role, constantly looking for opportunities to contain the attacks and not giving him any chance to escape or even retreat.

Plus, his body was injured by the ice spike...

If there is no change within ten moves, he will be dead.

Ferdinand never imagined that there would be such a ridiculous thing. As a national defender, he was originally here to kill people, but now he was going to be killed!

Then at this moment, a flash of fire in the sky broke through the night.

It was an incendiary bomb fired by the Turks!

The Turks had been firing incendiary bombs in an attempt to launch a fire attack - even if the fire attack failed, it would still allow the defenders to divert some of their manpower to run around.

After today's fierce battle, the Turks increased the density of their firepower, clearly not wanting to let the people in the city rest.

This incendiary bomb is fired randomly and has no fixed target.

And this time, as luck would have it, it flew towards this side.

Several people who were fighting noticed the ball of destruction falling from the sky.

Even if he was protecting the country, he would never have the idea of ​​taking on such a thing head-on.

The battle had to be paused and everyone avoided the fireball falling from the sky.

There was a bang.

It exploded as it hit the ground, splattering grease mixed with flames. Getting hit was no joke.

Of course, since it landed on the ground, the incendiary bomb posed no threat. Just ignore it and it will go out naturally once the grease is exhausted.