A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

His master is the Guardian of the Nation who possesses equal power!

To be honest, I didn't have much of an impression of him before, I just thought Sir Ferdinand was very powerful. But I never expected the National Protection Association to be this powerful.

On the other side, on the main battlefield, witnessing this scene up close and watching hundreds of people turn into broken limbs and flesh in an instant also caused a great shock to the other Turkic soldiers.

All the soldiers were shocked and confused.

Not to mention the soldiers, even the officers who were urging them to form up and prepare for battle were stunned.

How could this level of power be considered human strength? This was a complete monster!

I can't imagine fighting an enemy like this.

The Sultan may have known that there were at least five protectors among the Knights, but apparently for the sake of morale, he did not inform the entire army of this news.

This also led to the Turkic soldiers being completely at a loss at this moment.

They didn't know whether they should attack or flee at this moment.

Fortunately, although this attack had the power to sweep away thousands of troops, it was not an attack that Mansreti could launch casually.

He was a little exhausted for a moment and was unable to launch such a blow again.

It takes a long time to rest and recover your strength.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the other two knights came around from both sides.

Charge directly towards the Turks who were not in formation.

A man was waving a long sword in his hand, and the speed of the sword was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye.

Each swing creates a sharp bang and releases invisible vacuum waves.

The attack range of this vacuum wave is not particularly far, and its power is not particularly great, but it can still easily split a human body in half.

The other one was armed with a spear, but he didn't charge with a lance either.

His hands were shaking slightly, and each shake released a spiral airflow that was invisible to the naked eye.

When this airflow hits a person, it creates a big hole.

Like a small invisible cannon.

The two knights used their powers at will, causing terrible casualties.

In a blink of an eye, the remaining Turks completely collapsed. They dropped their weapons, forgot military discipline, forgot the Sultan, forgot everything else, and only knew how to escape.

The Turkic siege camp was also divided into several small camps. This camp was not very large. Judging from the number of tents, it was probably only large enough to accommodate 500 to 600 soldiers.

But in the blink of an eye, nearly half of them were killed by the enemy using a power that they could not understand.

This is no longer a question of whether the quality of the Turkic soldiers is low or not. Under such circumstances, no army in the world can withstand it.

Just at this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from afar.

The Sultan responded.

In fact, the Sultan should have made a judgment when the enemy's five cavalrymen left the city. However, due to communication limitations, although he ordered the troops to be mobilized at the beginning, the army only responded now.

A whole team of Turkic cavalry rushed towards here.

There is not only this team of cavalry, there are more in the rear. In fact, the entire camp is moving, and a large number of soldiers are mounting their horses and heading towards this side.

Even if there were five protectors, it would be impossible for them to confront the 200,000 (although there are no 200,000 now, but there are at least 100,000) Turks.

Standing in the ideal audience seats on the sea cliff side, one can judge that the people coming out in this wave are basically Turkic horse archers.

It is true that you cannot defeat the Guardian in close combat, but with horse archery and long-range attacks, although it is also difficult to defeat them, at least you can delay the enemy.

As long as we can hold them off, the Turkic cavalry will arrive...

Protecting the country also carries the risk of falling.

However, at this time, little Balbo could no longer hold back and rode his horse forward.

He did not draw his two swords, but held the sword with one hand.

The long sword in his hand is pointing to the sky.

The sky was already a bit gloomy, and now, under the influence of supernatural forces, a layer of low black clouds appeared above everyone's heads.

He let out a loud roar and exerted all his strength.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck from the dark clouds, followed by more. In a short time, a thunderstorm formed.

"Go!" Little Balbo shouted and made a "pushing" motion, as if pushing something heavy.

The dark thunderstorm clouds in the sky floated forward.

The thunderstorm moved forward with the dark clouds and fell on the heads of the charging horse archers.

The horse archers had not yet entered their attack range when they were enveloped by the thunderstorm.

In an instant, more than ten people were hit and turned into a charred ball by lightning.

Faced with this scene, the others behind dared not move forward and turned around, walked around, or stopped.

On this side, the five knights rode their horses calmly and returned the same way.

They went around from the rear to the siege artillery position on the earthen hill.

The artillerymen were so stunned that they dared not resist and fled in all directions before they could reach them.

Flames ignited on Little Balbo's sword. With a seemingly casual flick of his hand, the flames transformed into a fireball, which he flung towards him.

The gunpowder barrel right next to the artillery position.

With a loud bang, several barrels of gunpowder exploded, forming a cloud of smoke that enveloped the hill and lasted for a long time.

Without the threat of artillery fire, they retreated into the city calmly.

On the sea cliff, several people watched the entire battle process.

"What do you think?" Ferdinand asked casually.

"With such powerful combat capability, why didn't the Knights use it earlier?" the follower asked in confusion.

"No, now is the right time. Although the Protector of the Nation card is very powerful, it is too precious. If you regard the Protector of the Nation as a type of soldier, then it is a type of soldier that cannot be replenished. Once it is used up, it is gone."

"If we send the Protectorate into battle right after the war breaks out, the risk is too high. There are many things that can threaten the Protectorate, such as magic, cannons, and even muskets. If a heavy musket bullet can hit a vital point, the Protectorate will not be able to withstand it!"

"Remember the Wolf God? Despite possessing near-immortality, he bravely charged into the enemy's lair, completely unaware of their preparations. He was trapped and surrounded by a horde of protectors... and died in vain at the hands of the Knights!"

Before, Ferdinand thought that there was an element of luck involved in this matter, but now after seeing the true power of the Knights, he realized that the Wolf God really had no chance of winning.

The Knights had five Protectors! Plus a Grand Master, Thomas, who was no less capable than the Protector (Ferdinand now suspected Thomas was also a Protector). Six against one, with all sorts of traps deployed to assist. Even the mighty Wolf God had no chance.

The same was true for Herzl Reiss. No matter how powerful he was, or how skilled he was at naval warfare, if he were besieged by six protectors, he would be in great danger. Not to mention winning, even the possibility of escaping was slim.

"So hiding the Protectorate as a reserve force, waiting until the enemy has revealed all their cards, and then bringing our own trump card to the table is the correct strategy. This time, the Turks lost."

Ferdinand said this. He had said this before, but this time he said it with an irrefutable tone.

Chapter 323 Five Knights 3

"In today's battle, although the Turks only lost three or four hundred people, this was only the first time."

"Next, the Knights will launch such attacks again and again. Especially taking advantage of the cover of night, where muskets and cannons are less effective."

"A highly motivated army could withstand such steady and brutal losses and find ways to resist. But the Turks, having suffered so many setbacks and low morale, are no longer able to do so. Therefore, the Sultan's withdrawal is inevitable."

"Is there no way to fight it?"

"No!" Ferdinand hesitated, then said, "Simply put, there are only two ways to deal with the Protectorate: traps and magic."

"If they are targeting Sudan and are determined to kill him, then there is indeed a chance. We can set a trap to deal with them."

"But the Knights' posture is like this. They always do this. They retreat almost immediately, and they don't seek to kill any specific targets. They only target ordinary soldiers... There's really no solution."

"After this siege... I guess the reputation of the Five Knights of Rhodes Island will shake the entire Eastern Mediterranean!"

At dusk, the autumn rain began to stop.

In a manor outside Venice.

Governor Balbo sat alone at the table for dinner, which consisted mainly of a tender hen roasted to perfection, with some fish and shellfish.

This was his private property. He preferred it to the Governor's Mansion in the city. It gave him a sense of relaxation.

The Governor has been very busy lately.

There are two main influencing factors. The first is the battle under the city of Smyrna in the distance.

For Christian seafaring merchants, the Knights were a dangerous, antiquated force. The conflict between the Knights and the Crescent Moon Cult had led to a blockade of trade between the two faiths, threatening the fragile peace upon which commercial prosperity depended. A war like the one now unfolding would have a profound impact on commerce.

After all, if a real fight broke out, ordinary Crescent-Israeli believers would generally not see any difference between the Knights and the Venetians. However, the noble lords of the Crescent-Israeli Church would be eager to have this excuse so that they could legitimately rob and confiscate the property of Christian merchants.

The Venetians generally believed that the Knights of Rhodes' rash actions were a threat to Venice. They should just defend Rhodes and not try to occupy Smyrna.

The Venetians had no desire to get involved in the war.

In fact, if the Venetians had to join this war, it is hard to say whether they would be willing to stand on the side of the Turks or the Knights.

The Governor is well aware of this.

So even though he sent his second son to join the Knights Templar, he never thought of taking any action to support the Knights Templar.

By now, the strength of both sides is no longer a secret to the top leaders of various countries.

The Knights barely managed to gather 10,000 men to defend the newly built city of Smyrna, while the Turks mobilized a full 200,000 men. The disparity in strength was enormous.

Not only that, the Turks have the support of the entire Star-Moon Sect world behind them.

In contrast, the Christian monarchs and nobles chose to remain inactive, with few willing to support the Knights.

It was generally believed that the Knights had little chance of winning.

As for Governor Balbo personally, although he was also not optimistic about this battle to defend the city, he felt that the Knights had spent so much money to build a strong city...there should be a little chance of winning.

He knew that his second son was also in the city, but he was not panicked.

After all, the Knights had the advantage at sea - no matter how intense the fighting became, some of them could always evacuate by sea.

As long as little Balboa does not die on the battlefield, there will always be an evacuation ticket left for him.

Of course, the possibility of dying on the battlefield was equally high. However, for the nobles of this era, fighting was simply a part of life. This was especially true for aristocrats like Governor Balbo. It was an inevitable fate for all male nobles, not just the younger Balbo, the second son. Even the Governor's eldest son and heir had to fight in the battlefield.

Of course, his eldest son fought as a commander for the Republic of Venice.

In addition, little Balbo has never been a quiet person since he was a child. He is brave and aggressive by nature and loves to stir up trouble. Not going to the battlefield does not mean that he is safe.

As a father, I can only pray for Christ's blessing.

But even so, as governor, he still had to keep abreast of the situation of the war.

This is his responsibility - to ensure that the Republic's next move is on the right track.

Although this matter is also tedious, it is not worth mentioning compared to another matter.

The Pope is dead!

The Christian world is about to change!

The old man was very old, but he was also frivolous. Instead of staying in his office every day, he would dress up as an ascetic monk from time to time and wander around Rome.

It's widely said that the Pope has reached the seventh layer of the Demonic Web and has a much longer lifespan than an ordinary person. But the question is, how many people in this world actually die of old age?

It is better for the elderly to stay quiet and not wander around.

Look, a small accident sent him directly to see Christ.

When the Pope passes away, the cardinals gather in the Vatican to secretly elect a new Pope. The results of each round of voting will be transmitted through the chimney of the Sistine Chapel. Black smoke means there is no result, and white smoke means the candidate has been decided.

It should be noted that although the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, Thomas, also wore a red robe, he was unable to attend the party.

After all, the war was still going on, and he had to stay in Rhodes Island and had no way to leave.

This means that he missed this great opportunity.

If he could participate, although no one thought he could be elected Pope, the vote in his hand could bring many benefits to the Knights Templar.

At least, after his teacher's death, he could get a promise that he would not be affected.

This was probably the painstaking effort of the late Leo XI to clothe him in red. Unfortunately, man proposes, fate disposes, and this painstaking effort was wasted.

But this matter could only be put on hold temporarily for the Knights, but it was of vital importance to the Venetians.