A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Ferdinand calmed himself down.

The person in front of him was none other than the oldest and most senior member of the entire Knights Templar - Knight Reynard.

When people meet him, they usually politely call him "old man".

When the Grand Commander Fernando met him, he had to be polite.

Of course, being polite doesn't mean much. In reality, Leonard couldn't do much, having been assigned to a completely unnecessary position like managing expired files.

If he remembered correctly, the old man was already too old to go to the battlefield.

It was unclear how old he was, but Ferdinand knew that the old man had been in the Knights Templar for more than forty years!

But at this moment, he saw him once again wearing armor and holding a spear, standing in front of him.

Ferdinand tutted softly. The old man put on his helmet, but lifted the visor.

In this battle, all the Knights have gone out, even the old man at his age has to put on armor and fight again.

But can the old man still fight at this age?

Well, theoretically, he could be a sentry or something. While his eyesight might be impaired with age, at least he's experienced enough to spot things that others might overlook.

So it seems normal to stand here?

"I heard that you betrayed the Knights, betrayed Christ, and converted to the Star-Moon Cult?"

"Ah, not really." Ferdinand smiled. "I've never actually converted to Christianity."

"Heretic!" Reynard roared. "Don't you feel ashamed of saying such things? Grand Commander Fernando has taken such good care of you..."

"Even if he takes good care of me, he can't possibly give me a million florins, right?" Ferdinand sighed. "Okay, I know that's unfair. Even if the Grand Master sold Rhodes Island, he wouldn't be able to come up with that much money... But he promoted Demetrios to Secretary. That's a fact, right? Old man, you should understand that I'm a better choice for the position!"

"This is why you betrayed me." Leonard snorted coldly.

"Old man, don't look like you want to eat someone." Ferdinand was not panicked at all.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Knight Leonard is wearing heavy armor and holding a two or three meter long spear with the butt of the spear pointed, he looks murderous.

But he knew that at the old man's age, let alone fighting with others, he would probably fall down if he ran a few more steps!

In fact, just wearing this heavy armor is an extraordinary performance.

Not to mention that Ferdinand was a protector of the country.

Even if he suffered a minor injury, it was still to protect the country! Even if the old man was thirty years younger, he would not be his opponent.

"Come to think of it, I didn't do anything bad. Old Master, you understand, if it weren't for the new Grand Master Thomas... how could the Knights have developed to this point?"

Of course, if it weren't for Thomas, the Knights would not have had to fight this difficult defense battle in Smyrna.

But it will still slowly decay and become moldy sooner or later!

"Sophistry!" Knight Reynard roared, raising his spear.

"Old man, do you really want to fight with me?" Ferdinand sneered.

He had suffered several big losses tonight, so he was naturally angry.

The old man wants to fight with him, he is seeking death!

The clouds dispersed and the moonlight emerged.

The silver moonlight fell on the earth and illuminated the top of the city.

Ferdinand's gaze suddenly stopped on the tip of the spear.

The fine steel spear was stained with a large amount of fresh, uncoagulated blood. There was no doubt that it had just killed at least one enemy.

For some reason, Ferdinand instinctively took a step back, holding his sword in his hand.

Although his reason told him that the old man was just bluffing, his instinct sensed a hint of danger.

Something seems to be wrong!

What's wrong? Oh, the old man wouldn't be here alone, he must have a partner.

What about that partner?

Ferdinand took a few steps back, leaned his back against the battlement, and looked around.

"No need to look, I'm the only one here." The old man said coldly and took a step forward.

Although the pace is slow, it is very steady.

That is not the gait of a decrepit old man.

But it is the steady and powerful pace that only middle-aged people can have!

Ferdinand's eyes sharpened, and the relaxed attitude he had just had completely vanished from his face.

We have encountered several accidents here in the Knights today.

Didn’t you think this accident wasn’t over yet?

But it’s okay for others, but what about this old man?

Rejuvenated?

In an instant, Knight Leonard stepped on the ground, the ground shook violently, and countless sand and gravel flew up.

Amidst the flying debris, he crossed the distance between the two men in the blink of an eye and stabbed straight at the other person with one move.

The spear and the sword collided, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten moves were exchanged.

"Traitor! You betrayed the Knights and killed so many people, yet now you dare to show up? You're simply asking for your own death! Since you're seeking death, I'll grant your wish today!"

The two men fought quickly, their spears and swords flashed, and they turned into shadows and could not be caught.

Only the sound of thunder-like collisions kept causing the surrounding soil and rocks to fly.

After just one fight, Ferdinand realized something was wrong. The opponent was extremely powerful... and had a huge advantage in weapons.

A spear has a much longer attack range than a sword.

As long as he keeps his distance, he won't be able to counterattack at all and can only parry and block.

After blocking more than ten attacks head-on, his hands began to feel slightly hot and tingling.

But it was too late to retreat now.

Ferdinand roared angrily, then wielded his sword with both hands. At the same time, his body seemed to swell slightly, stretching his clothes tight. His eyes flashed blood-red.

This was the secret technique he had been practicing recently, but he hadn't mastered it yet.

It can greatly increase strength, but unfortunately it can only last for one or two moves.

All he wanted now was to cut off the spear.

At the same time, the old man's expression also became serious.

He raised his hand like lightning, his muscles trembled slightly, and the spear in his hand shook slightly.

A sharp stream of air suddenly burst out from the tip of the spear.

The spear and sword collided once again, a violent airflow being squeezed and exploding like an air bomb, sending a hail of flying sand and rocks flying around them.

The old man can control airflow?!

The force of this gust of air was no less than that of a powerful crossbow, and it was silent. Fortunately, Ferdinand was chopping with his sword with both hands, and by chance, he just happened to disrupt the flow of air.

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Even though he broke the opponent's killer move, Ferdinand was also affected.

His face was hideous at the moment, covered with small wounds, but fortunately his eyes were not injured.

After this fight, he understood everything clearly.

The old man is also a patriot!

Damn, have you been hiding this whole time?!

Ferdinand had been in the Knights Templar for over a decade. I had never realized he was a protector of the country!

No wonder he is the only one in the Knights Templar who can live to this age!

Most of the knights either died in battle or died of illness due to old age.

After all, swords and spears are blind, so which knight doesn't have a few wounds? Wounds sustained in youth may seem healed, but in reality, they leave hidden dangers in the body that will erupt in old age! So, despite the warriors' impressive appearance in their youth, they rarely live long.

But the old man is different.

Although he is old, he has no injuries worth mentioning.

I didn't take it seriously at first, but now I think this old guy is completely hiding his strength!

"Okay!" On the other side, old man Leonard was in the mood for killing. The spear in his hand shook slightly, and the air flow fluctuated.

"Take another one of my Gale Breaks!"

He thrust his spear forward from a distance, but Ferdinand didn't dare to take it head-on and jumped sideways.

A spiral airflow hit the battlement behind him, creating a hole as big as a bowl in the hard earth and stone!

This kind of power is not inferior to that of small artillery!

He suddenly remembered the pile of corpses he had just seen, especially the captain.

The injuries on his body were caused by this Gale Break!

"Old man, those people over there... were all killed by you?"

"Come in uninvited, sneak in by taking out the sentries..." Reynard smiled faintly. "Of course I had to take action! Besides... the knights these days are really too lax." He sighed. "It's really outrageous! When I was there, the knights wouldn't be so lax."

As he spoke, the spear in his hand trembled slightly again.

Ferdinand rolled over, avoiding the attack awkwardly, but another hole appeared on the wall not far behind him.

This old thing!

This kind of power could easily penetrate several people with a single shot, unstoppable by any armor. This was definitely a skill specifically designed to defeat the enemy with a small force.

With combat power at the level of protecting the nation and such sinister and vicious abilities, it is really difficult to deal with.

Ferdinand had already begun to think of retreating.

The old man's hand trembled again, and this time Ferdinand quickly avoided the direct attack of the spear.

He had noticed that every time the opponent released the "Swift Wind Break", the spear would tremble slightly.

It was unclear whether this was a habitual action or necessary, but it gave him a chance to dodge in advance.

But this time, nothing happened.

Before Ferdinand could come to his senses, a force passed through his ribs, but it was strangely accompanied by a violent tremor.

When he regained consciousness, he discovered that his arms and ribs had been ripped apart by the swirling airflow, leaving his clothes and armor mixed with his flesh in a bloody mess. Furthermore, the residual force was shaking his body, even affecting his ability to exert force.

This old guy actually just feinted?!

Playing dirty?!

"The Star-Moon Cult's defense of the country is just this much!" The old man rushed forward, holding up a spear in his hand, aiming at his chest.

Ferdinand shouted angrily: "Watch out!"

Even the old man couldn't help but slow down.

After all, the opponent is also a national protector and should not be underestimated. He does not know what the other party's extraordinary ability is and how powerful it is.

You can only keep a little more energy in case of emergency.

Ferdinand jumped back directly, rolled over, and fell directly from the top of the city wall!

The attack just now was extraordinary.

If you are hit directly by the spiral airflow, it is like being hit by a cannonball!

But he was lucky, as the front of the spiral airflow just passed by his ribs.

He could only be considered to be affected by the air flow.

But the impact was also quite severe. The tremors caused the muscles to converge, squeeze, and tremble like flowing water. My entire upper body was actually a little out of control.

He felt a huge airflow spreading and exploding in his body like ripples.