A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"In other words, you're going to start with the people around me? Since I'm invulnerable, the power of the curse will weaken me in other ways..." Thomas muttered to himself.

He had also faced the backlash of fate.

The backlash of fate will cause him great difficulties and many dangers, but it cannot create a thunderbolt out of thin air to kill him.

They could only send him powerful and dangerous enemies one after another, taking advantage of his own judgment of seeking benefits and avoiding harm, and then put him in danger.

"No matter how powerful a person is, they always have weaknesses. Grand Commander, you must take action."

"What should I do now? Can I change my name?"

"I'm afraid it won't help," Radagast said. "Changing your name is only a precaution. Once the curse is in effect and the connection is established, simply changing your name won't help."

That makes sense. If changing the name is enough, then this curse is just a trick to trick children.

"So what should we do? Although you just said this matter is difficult..."

"First, you can try to destroy the person who cast the curse," Radagast said. "But I can help you try to find him, but it will take a while."

"Thank you very much, Master. But you said that even if the curser is killed, the curse may not be lifted, correct?"

Thomas asked.

"Yes, very likely."

"Then I want to ask, how do others combat this curse?" Thomas asked. "So, a magician can change their name to prevent it, and a protector of the country can remain anonymous, which is fine. But how can the ruler of a great nation combat it? And what about the Assassins plotting a mutually destructive assassination? Can't they just cast a curse?"

"Grandmaster, first of all, this kind of curse is taboo. It's easy to be condemned by everyone," Radagast explained. "Secondly, we must consider the difficulty of this curse. It requires a high level of skill, and the possibility of failure is significant. Furthermore, the loser will inevitably suffer backlash. In fact, even if the curse succeeds, if the opponent is strong enough, the curser will also suffer backlash! Finally, there are simple ways to counter it, but they come at a cost."

"What's the solution?" Thomas was delighted.

"You can imagine that when a curser creates a curse, it's like creating a ball of venom suspended in the air. This ball of venom is inaccessible to outsiders. It has only two connection points: the curser and the cursed. The cursed are forcibly connected. So, if this connection is cut off, the cursed will not be affected at all. It can't flow out, and can only slowly accumulate. Eventually, when it accumulates to a certain level, it will backfire on the curser himself."

"The key is to 'cut off' this link!"

"For a magician, it's simply to reduce their ability to contact the Weave. Yes, it's a heavy price to pay, but it's better than death, isn't it?"

"As for rulers of great nations, or at least legendary heroes of widespread renown, the former can abdicate and allow a wiser leader to succeed them, while the latter can fake their own death and remain in the dark," Radagast said. "This effectively cuts off the source of the curse, allowing the cursed individual to do nothing but wait for the vicious curse to strike back upon its possessor."

"Of course, if conditions prevent you from faking your own death and hiding your identity, there's another way. You can go to some uninhabited place, away from the world. This way, the power of the curse will be greatly limited. While it won't sever the link, it will significantly reduce the 'flow' of the curse link. The accumulated curse power can't be fully exerted. Once it reaches a certain limit, the caster of the curse will be in dire straits!"

"The most troublesome thing about this curse is that it comes silently and stealthily. If one truly understands its existence, then one can fight against it. This is why this curse is unpopular. Especially for the ruler of a great power, abdication does not mean the end of power!"

"I see... What are other methods?"

In other words, to fight this curse, he must resign from his position as Grand Master.

It would be best if you could fake your death and escape.

This... is a little more difficult for Thomas.

We have finally achieved the current situation, worked hard, and fought hundreds of battles to accumulate the fortune of the Knights... How could we be willing to give it up?

"There should be other methods, but regardless, I suggest you prioritize killing the curser. After all, I'm not well versed in the details of this type of curse. If the other party is able to manipulate and change the curse, it would be troublesome. Fortunately, however, this type of curse generally takes a long time to take effect and is not immediate. It could take months or even years. You should have enough time to prepare."

"Okay, Master, I'll leave this matter to you." Thomas said gritting his teeth.

He will never let go of the guy who cursed him!

I didn't expect something like this to happen!

The blue-robed wizard was about to leave. Thomas looked at his departing back and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

"Grandmaster!"

The blue-robed wizard turned around.

"You just said that staying away from the world can reduce the power of the curse and increase the possibility of its backlash?"

"Yes."

"Then, what if I hide in some special place, some demiplane?"

"That depends on the level of the demiplane." Radagast pondered for a moment. "If it's a ninth-level spell, like Plane Creation, that shouldn't work."

"This demiplane is not stable enough. It can only exist stably for a few decades and cannot be effectively isolated."

"But if it's a powerful demiplane that's stable for hundreds or thousands of years, then it's possible."

Thomas remembered something almost immediately.

What a coincidence, I just happen to know one!

"As long as I hide in this demiplane..."

"Once isolated, the power of the curse cannot be released and will definitely backfire on its master!" Radagast said very clearly.

"However, this won't happen in a short time. If you want the curse to backfire, you'll definitely have to hide for several months! This mainly depends on how greedy the curser is. If he stacks and strengthens the curse endlessly, it will backfire in 20 to 30 days at most. Otherwise, it's hard to say. But in any case, it won't exceed a year at most!"

Chapter 321 Five Knights 1

It rained heavily for two days.

The trenches were filled with rainwater, the ground turned into a quagmire, and the pace of the war had to slow down.

The Sultan was eager to resume the offensive, but his soldiers were demoralized and unwilling to attack, and the commanders had to execute several soldiers in order to organize several small, insignificant offensives.

The city has always maintained a strange silence.

Although the previous counterattack was successful and drove the enemy out of the city, the defenders suffered fewer casualties than the besieging army, but they were much more severe because they had no way to replenish their troops. The Sultan's cannons penetrated the gaps in the city walls and firmly blocked the Knights' port.

In fact, even this blockade was somewhat unnecessary, as Rhodes Island no longer had the resources to send reinforcements.

And the whole Christian world was watching this war.

Reinforcements will only be sent in if the war shows a very clear favorable trend.

On the other hand, Sudan has foreign aid to turn to.

Under the repeated bombardment of artillery outside the city, the defenders in the city were no longer able to repair the gaps caused by the blasting of the tunnels.

The largest gap had expanded to an alarming degree, wide enough for dozens of horses to pass side by side.

Such a gap could not be repaired overnight. Moreover, it would be useless to repair it, because even if it was repaired, it would not be strong enough to withstand the firepower of siege artillery.

The Turks' siege artillery outside the city was by no means just for decoration.

Ferdinand and his entourage stood on a sea cliff, looking through telescopes at the city in the distance, which looked dilapidated but was actually still strong.

After being deprived of his command, he became a marginal figure again.

Every day when I have free time, I stand on the sea cliff overlooking the battlefield.

It has been sunny for several days now. There may still be water in the tunnel, but the ground is almost dry.

The wheels of the God of War, which had temporarily left due to the heavy rain, have rumbled back again.

This time it will be the Knights rather than the Sultan who will initiate the attack.

Ferdinand was convinced of this.

In many people’s impressions, there is no national defense in this era.

In the eyes of those truly high-ranking officials and powerful people, protecting the country exists, but it is very rare.

The situation where five protectors of a country gathered on the battlefield has never happened, at least in the past few hundred years.

People have a stereotype about the Huguo Army, that is, "one horse is worth a thousand." In fact, the fighting power of the Huguo Army was far more than a thousand men.

The National Guard can be defeated by a thousand men, but their combat effectiveness is only seen when they are forced to fight the enemy in the most unfavorable circumstances.

In this most unfavorable situation, killing one national defender would cost about a thousand people.

However, this is an ideal situation. Everyone knows that unless absolutely necessary, there is no need to stay and fight to the death after the defense of the country is exhausted, and you can choose to withdraw from the battlefield.

Fatigue can be recovered by rest, but the dead cannot be resurrected.

Even if resurrection is possible, it is a spell that can only be cast by the ninth level of the magic network - and there are many harsh conditions!

"Sir, there seems to be some movement!" The young follower suddenly shouted.

Ferdinand immediately picked up the telescope.

In the silent city of Smyrna, a rider suddenly appeared at the huge gap.

They were not ordinary riders, but heavily armored cavalrymen with both the rider and the horse wearing armor.

The rider rode out slowly, and behind him, heavy cavalry appeared one after another.

There were five riders in total.

They came out of the gap and formed a line, walking slowly around the long way, taking a deliberately chosen detour to avoid the threat of artillery and approach the Turkish camp from the side.

Unlike Ferdinand, the Turks did not react at all to this action.

After all, five people, even five heavily armored cavalrymen, are too few.

They can only serve as scouts, patrolling the battlefield or something.

"Is it them?" the follower asked nervously.

"It should be." Ferdinand said.

Telescope technology at the time wasn't advanced enough to make out faces clearly at this distance, but Ferdinand had at least dealt with these people before, so he could barely distinguish them.

"What are they doing?" The attendant gasped. This was the first time in hundreds of years that five protectors of the nation had joined the battlefield!

In other words, this was the first, and probably the only, time in his life that he saw the five protectors of the country demonstrate their fighting prowess.

"Frontal attack!" Ferdinand judged.

"Front-on attack? But... they're heading towards the corner of the camp!"

"The Turks suffered heavy casualties in the previous battle. The archers defending the camp are insufficient and cannot be deployed everywhere. Instead, they are concentrated in the front, closest to the breach in the city wall," Ferdinand concluded. "I imagine the Knights have noticed that there are few archers in the camp on this corner."

The Turkic arrangement could not be said to be wrong, because from the very beginning of the war, the Knights had no intention of leaving the city to fight, let alone counterattack.

Therefore, there is no need to deploy archers for defense in the camp. It is better to concentrate them and prepare for a siege.

Of course, even now, the Turks don’t think there is anything wrong with it.

Although there are no archers to attack the enemy from a long distance, after all, the enemy is only five people!

As expected, after determining that the enemy wasn't a scout patrolling the battlefield, the Turks acted quickly. Although they didn't have time to mobilize their cavalry, they quickly dispatched a hundred-man squadron to attack the enemy, at least intending to prevent the enemy from getting any closer.

At the front of the battlefield, five knights stopped their mounts.

"I can attack the first wave," said Mansreti.

"I can attack the second wave." Little Balbo was eager to try.

"I'm not fit to attack, but I can cover you," said Joseph.

The other two remained silent. Their abilities were such that they could handle both group fights and single combat. While attacking a few dozen people was no problem, attacking hundreds was much more difficult. It wasn't that they couldn't defeat them, but that they couldn't wipe them all out in one go!

At least a hundred Turks formed a line to block the front, while more Turkic soldiers were rushing towards them from behind.

They obviously didn't understand what these knights were doing here, so they just pretended to block them but didn't launch an attack.

What can five people do?

Mansreti suddenly spurred his horse to speed and rushed forward. When he was close, he jumped off his horse and rushed towards the Turkic army on foot.

The next moment, he swept his sword across, and a visible crescent-shaped energy was released from the tip of the sword.

This energy was very similar to the knights' classic magical Qi-Boosting Slash. However, unlike the Qi-Boosting Slash, its attack range was not limited to a few steps, but extended rapidly.

Transformed into a giant energy blade.

Caught off guard, the Turkic soldiers had no time to dodge and their phalanx was directly swept by the energy blade.

Just like cutting leeks, an entire phalanx of hundreds of soldiers were almost all cut in half.

The residual force of the Earth-Splitting Slash had not yet dissipated, and the energy blade continued to move forward until it encountered a gentle slope, leaving a deep cut on the slope.

It can be seen that even if there were more Turks, even several times more, they would definitely not be able to withstand this attack.

If this move is suddenly used during a major war when two armies are in dense formation preparing to engage in battle, it would be no problem to kill thousands of people, let alone hundreds.

Chapter 322 Five Knights 2

"Amazing!" A young follower exclaimed from the cliff. "Is this the power to protect the country?"

He put down the telescope and looked at Ferdinand beside him with some awe.