A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas was in an unfamiliar space. He was standing on a flight of steps made of rough bluestone. The steps were large and wide, each one large enough for a giant to stand on.

There are not many steps, just dozens, connecting to the entrance at a higher place.

No, to be more precise, it was a mountain gate!

A classical gatehouse, constructed of staggered bluestone, rose abruptly from the rock mass. Atop the high platform above the entrance sat an unknown creature, its body covered in moss. In the center stood six Greek marble pillars.

Thomas had only seen this style of architecture in photos on the Internet in his previous life in the information age.

A... temple?

A temple embedded in the mountain!

He looked behind him and saw a rock wall with no way out, which meant he should be inside the mountain at the moment.

Of course, this was a derangement of the human mind in a world without magic. In reality, he knew he wasn't in a mountain, but rather in an independent demiplane. This was a tiny world reshaped in the void by a force more powerful than ninth-order magic.

There is light all around.

At the highest point above the head, on both sides of the steps, and even on the rock wall farther up, there is something like a red crystal growing out of the rock wall.

This thing was emitting a light that was not bright, but was barely enough.

This is where the Red Girls' treasure is.

Thomas walked to the side and pried off the small piece of red crystal.

Then I discovered that this was a crystal I had never seen before. To the naked eye, it was translucent and faintly glowing, while in grayscale vision, it exuded a faint magical aura.

Very mild, almost non-existent.

It's not very useful, but in the hands of a magician, maybe it can be used as some kind of raw material?

Behind him, Radagast also appeared.

"Is this... the place where the Red Girls buried their treasure?" Thomas muttered as he looked at the temple in the distance.

"I'm afraid it's not buried," Radagast laughed. "It's just stored here."

As they moved forward, Thomas looked around to make sure there was no room for any physical traps.

As for traps, aside from gravity traps, no mechanism can last for hundreds of years. Time wears away all organic matter. All the ropes, pulleys, and magic that connect the traps will be quietly erased by time.

The environment here doesn't look like there's enough room for installing a gravity trap.

As for magic, his eye patch allows him to see all magical auras.

If you want to specifically identify what kind of magic it is, perhaps Thomas can't do it, but judging whether it exists or not is just a matter of taking a glance.

So, what is the danger here?

Just as Thomas was wondering, he heard a howl.

That's not a human voice.

It was a howl - a howl from ancient times, with nothing in it but anger, hatred and resentment.

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Chapter 332 Banshee

“What’s that noise?” Thomas asked.

The sound had little effect on him, but it certainly didn't on Radagast.

The old magician's body began to tremble, and his face lost its normal expression because of fear.

He seemed to want to cast a spell, but his hands were shaking and he couldn't make normal casting movements.

Thomas immediately began to cast a spell. Second-tier spell: Mechanical Mind.

This magic will greatly offset the influence of all external emotions.

Radagast's expression calmed down.

"Grandmaster, I can only confirm that this is some kind of powerful monster," he said. "Perhaps a remnant of the old days, or perhaps some other indescribable existence."

"I understand."

Thomas didn't rush in. He cast all the magic he could think of on himself before starting to move forward.

Hold the sword in your hand.

He now carries two swords, one is his usual lightning sword, and the other is the captured Demon-Breaking Sword.

This sword can ignore most magical defenses.

For ordinary battles, the Demon-Breaking Sword is actually of little use and is not much different from an ordinary sword.

But on this adventure, Thomas still took it with caution.

After doing all this, Thomas began to walk up the stairs.

"Master, please keep your distance from me," Thomas said. "I may not be able to take good care of you later."

He didn't know what he would encounter, but Radagast's knowledge would come in handy.

He quickly entered the mountain gate.

The situation inside was pretty much as he expected. It was an ancient temple carved out of the mountain.

Big, but empty.

In a small area near the entrance, piles of various precious metal products are placed on the ground.

Some were recognizable, like cups, bottles, and bowls. Others were clearly parts, parts that had originally been decorative ornaments of a larger vessel but had been roughly stripped away. It was impossible to tell what they were originally.

There is gold and there is silver, but relatively speaking, there is much more silver than gold.

If you look closely, you can see that the purity of gold is not high, and the surface of silver is covered with a light black oxide layer due to the passage of time.

In some places, these things were piled up in a somewhat orderly manner into small hills, but none of them were higher than Thomas's chest.

It’s hard to say about it in the past, but now it looks, at least in terms of gloss, it’s actually average.

There is none of the breathtaking splendor of the dragon's lair in the movies of the previous life.

But as for the value...

Thomas was now quite knowledgeable about property, largely due to his experience robbing houses and looting cities. So he made a rough estimate in his mind.

These gold and silver visible to the naked eye are probably worth three to five hundred thousand florins.

That's reasonable.

After all, the Red Girls' Army hundreds of years ago was, after all, just a small warlord that ruled a certain area. No matter how they robbed and extorted money, the amount of money they could get was only this much.

In fact, this number is already exaggerated.

But it must be said that if these riches were divided among the Duke, the Emperor, and the Church...

That really doesn’t count!

The cost of a single "Phase Gate" is one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand florins! A family can only get a maximum of one hundred thousand florins!

Thomas paused. Something was rising from a small mountain of precious metals ahead.

It pushed aside the various vessels that were pressing down on its head and rose up from the mountain of gold and silver.

Gold and silver slid off its body.

Thomas recognized that it was a woman's body!

She was naked, with her hair loose.

It was a beautiful body with a curvy figure, a thin waist and long legs due to long-term exercise.

But it will definitely not arouse human emotions/desire.

Because the body was covered in blood, as if it had just been bathed in a pool of blood. And the blood was more like a red leather coat, condensing death and fear.

Blood Angel bathed in blood!

For some reason, this thought flashed through Thomas's mind.

The long hair partially concealed her face, but the pair of eyes looking at her from afar still made people shudder.

Those eyes revealed only two emotions - anger, and extremely strong hatred.

But in her hand, she held a sword.

Thomas almost immediately remembered the legend of the Red Maidens he had heard in the past.

The leader of the Red Girls Army, Plasda!

Legend has it that in the final battle, all the members of the Red Maidens were killed, and their leader, Prasda, stripped off all her clothes, holding only a long sword, and attacked the enemy until she was finally killed.

Damn, this can’t be Prasda?

But wasn't she confirmed dead a long time ago?

And this situation... this is definitely not human!

Thomas knew that this battle was inevitable just by the emotion in those eyes.

Thomas retreated again and again, looking for a suitable place to fight.

This place seems to be her lair, maybe there is some special mechanism.

It would be more advantageous to withdraw and fight.

"Master, what is this?" Thomas saw the blue-robed wizard from afar out of the corner of his eye.

Although the old man was old, his eyesight was definitely good. He must have seen the naked woman in front of him.

"Grandmaster, I suspect this is a banshee! It's a demonic spirit resurrected from the dead for a strange reason." Radagast shouted from a distance, not daring to approach. "It's a terrifying monster! Its body is somewhere between solid and ethereal, making it immune to your sword attacks, but capable of attacking you! You must cast the spell 'Magic Weapon' to inflict effective damage on it."

That's it!

Thomas calmed himself down, he had already cast this spell on himself.

"Are there any other abilities?"

"Its howl can affect human minds, even directly destroy human life," Radagast continued. "As for its other abilities, that depends on what it possessed in life. If it could cast spells, it can do so. If it was a weapons master, then it is a weapons master!"

"What if it was a protector of the country in its lifetime?"

"Then it has a fighting force capable of protecting the nation," Radagast said. "Grandmaster, I suspect this is Prasda, the legendary female protector of the nation!"

Although Radagast knew that Thomas was very strong, Prasda was also a legendary powerful protector who could compete with the entire kingdom on her own!

The next second, a gray aura spurted out from Prasda's body.

Thomas' pupils constricted instantly.

He recognized it for what it was: a realm. Another kind of realm! One of the hallmarks of a quasi-god!

Section 333 Meeting 1

"so......"

A calm voice spoke from the conference room. "I assume we're all here?"

The man who spoke had a serious face like a rock and short gray hair. His expressionless face and the indifferent tone of his voice were so consistent that people ignored his age.

"Please, you are the last one to arrive. Your Holiness!" said Governor Balbo.

He looked out the window absentmindedly. It was midnight and the moon was bright.

This was his private residence in the suburbs of Rome. To be honest, before today, even he had never expected that his residence would be able to accommodate so many distinguished guests.

And this one is the most prominent among all the distinguished guests.

New Pope of Rome!

Oh, he hadn't gone through the full coronation process yet, but those were just minor details, weren't they?

"Holy Father," the attendant beside the Pope frowned slightly. His long, soft, bright golden hair fell over his shoulders, seeming to shimmer.

He was also the only one present who didn't have a seat. But that didn't stop everyone from focusing their attention on him. After all, he was incredibly beautiful, enough to make people overlook his luxurious, gold and white robe.

The garment was of extraordinary material, woven with intricate and ornate patterns in gold thread. On the market, it would have fetched several thousand florins. But compared to this treasure, it paled in comparison.