A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Moreover, the other party will definitely release it at this time.

After all, at this critical moment, Thomas temporarily lost his eyesight, which was his weakest moment.

But what Thomas didn't tell the other person was that blurry images had appeared around his field of vision.

It’s not that his eyesight has recovered yet, but he has gained a little bit of discrimination ability, which is different from the blank white before.

I can't make out the details, but I can make out the outlines.

"Damn it, you forced me to do this!" Ferdinand shouted angrily.

Thomas felt a foreign spiritual energy "pinching" him like a slippery tentacle.

This mental turmoil was quickly reflected in the visual sense. The light in the small space in front of him was distorted like non-Euclidean geometry, and the pollution visible to the naked eye was spreading like a wave.

That feeling...

Something has been summoned!

Thomas subconsciously took a half step back to avoid the tentacle. He raised his hand to swing the halberd, but found that this weapon from the material world could not fight against this spiritual tentacle.

The two sides are not on the same level and cannot intertwine with each other.

That tentacle pulled his mind into an unfamiliar dimension.

It was as if land creatures were suddenly dragged into the deep sea. The danger here wasn't just the monsters lurking in the darkness. The immense pressure at this depth alone was enough to crush the spirit of an ordinary person.

Under tremendous pressure, Thomas felt his spirit suddenly filled with unprecedented cracks.

This kind of power is unheard of.

It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the "sun".

What is this stuff?

Pressure from all sides pressed in, as if to crush Thomas' soul.

However, Thomas once practiced the secret art of Steel Soul.

His mental toughness had reached the upper limit of human nature. Even under such a powerful external force, his spirit would not be immediately shattered.

On the contrary, although divine power cannot immediately restore the strong stimulation to the eyes, it can restore the damage to the mind and soul.

The cracks were repaired.

It keeps breaking apart, but it also keeps being repaired, thus forming a wonderfully stable state.

As the collapse of his mental world ceased, Thomas seemed to have suddenly broken free from the frozen image. Although he was a little unsteady, he had regained control of his body. He stared at the other person's blurred outline, gasping for breath.

Ferdinand seemed a little surprised, because he had expected that if Thomas hadn't been able to dodge the attack, he would have been crushed the moment his spirit was brought into that unbearable realm.

Even if Thomas can hold on temporarily, it will only be a delay of a moment, and what is bound to break will still break.

Ferdinand's domain was gone.

So Thomas's spiritual field has sensed that thing.

Just now, "that thing" should have been hidden in some alien space of Ferdinand, or simply in the spiritual realm, but now it suddenly appeared in the spiritual field.

This is a combination of a snake and a dog. The upper body is a dog, and the lower body is a snake. The upper body is covered with black coarse hair, and the lower body of the snake is tightly wrapped around Ferdinand.

This is a kind of creature... half spiritual and half material.

No, it can't even be called semi-material. The vast majority of its existence is spiritual.

As to whether this is the case inherently or has been modified in some way, it is unclear.

It was impossible to accurately judge its size, as it clearly felt a distance from the material world. Its shape was strongly inconsistent with the surrounding objects, as if it should not belong to this world.

"Remnants of the old days?!" Thomas said this in surprise.

He knew that Ferdinand must have an ace, but he didn't expect that the opponent's ace was actually a remnant of the old times.

A flash of silver light suddenly appeared, and Thomas looked up awkwardly. Taking advantage of Thomas's distraction, Ferdinand thrust his sword forward, the sharp blade rubbing against the air at high speed, the vibrations producing a humming sound like a tuning fork.

The tip of the sword had even touched the skin of Thomas' neck. Tiny drops of blood oozed from the skin. A few more centimeters and the tip of the sword would have pierced his throat.

But in the end, the sword's tip was blocked by an invisible, smooth membrane. The magic defense bracelet abruptly deflected the piercing blade, leaving only a tiny, bloody wound on the skin's surface.

Thomas swung his halberd and fought back.

The distance was too close, and there was no way to dodge. Ferdinand took the halberd's blow head-on.

The attack is invalid.

The sharp blade cut into the opponent's body, and there was a sound like the clanging of metal.

This is an ability that has never been used before.

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Thomas struck again, and again, each time hitting the target, but it was like hitting a piece of hard metal.

The sharp blade of the halberd scraped across Ferdinand's body, sending sparks flying.

Not his clothes, but his body, his skin and flesh.

The flesh that could be cut easily before now seemed to have turned into metal, and the sharp blade of the halberd was even cracked with sparks!

Energy can be felt surging in the spiritual field, and the source of that energy is none other than the remnants of the old times!

It’s the remnants of the old days!

This remnant of the old times gave Ferdinand an indestructible body!

The application of some kind of spiritual power? Using spiritual power to change material reality?

But obviously this ability comes at a price, because Ferdinand is now motionless.

While being indestructible, he is also unable to move.

Ferdinand sneered and looked at Thomas.

Although he couldn't move, he didn't need to move.

He knew that Thomas' spirit, at least part of it, was still being dragged into that dangerous place by the remnants of the old times.

Even though Thomas seems to be able to fight normally now, his spirit will be crushed sooner or later.

It’s just a matter of time!

As long as your body is protected, you can just wait patiently for the other person to have a mental breakdown.

Thomas suddenly turned the halberd sideways and hit Ferdinand's face with the blunt end.

Of course this is meaningless, this defense is flawless.

Sharp blades are useless, and neither are blunt blows.

Of course, if we have to say what its use is, it is that the head and face are one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. If hit by a blunt force, it will still cause dizziness.

But it's just a dizziness!

One, two, three...

My eyes blinked again and again, but it made no sense!

Just when Ferdinand was about to say something, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

Along with this strange chill, the strength in his limbs quietly disappeared. He felt his hands and feet go numb and sore.

When I look carefully...

I don't know when a sharp sword was inserted into my chest.

The long sword penetrated his chest, nearly to the hilt, and then stabbed out from behind.

What's going on...my...

The remnants of the old days have begun to twist and scream, emitting a silent roar.

Ferdinand's injury has affected it.

The lives of the two are connected, so if the vitality of one party fades, the other party will immediately feel it.

The mental tentacles that had been forcibly wrapped around Thomas loosened.

When faced with a deadly threat, even the master's orders can only be temporarily ignored.

Thomas drew his sword.

This wasn't just a minor injury; blood gushed out of his chest. The amount of bleeding was enough to tell him he was in grave danger.

Even with Huguo's physical fitness, he couldn't withstand such a heavy blow to his vital parts.

“You…how…”

Ferdinand looked at the sword in Thomas's hand in confusion.

It is the sword that is specifically used to break demons. This sword can deal with almost all self-defense spells.

Unfortunately for Ferdinand, his power from the remnants of the old times was also within the range of the sword.

No matter how hard you chopped with the halberd, it was ineffective, but with this sword, you only need to push it forward.

"Ah, thanks for accepting the name Ferdinand," Thomas said. "If you insisted on being called Thor, perhaps I would give up for now."

Of course, he didn't give up completely, but he would go back and gather enough subordinates.

Even if ordinary knights are a burden...

He still has five national protector-level subordinates he can call upon.

As for why, of course he asked Louis in time.

Ferdinand, who entered the cave, was covered in black air and (according to Louis's judgment) was not far from death.

The same thing happened to Ferdinand when he walked out of the cave.

Ferdinand was twitching on the ground, while the remnant of the past was rolling and struggling.

The lives of the two seemed to be connected together. If one died, the other could not live.

Without this method, the remnants of the old evil would be uncontrollable.

"……What?"

"Names are closely related to destiny," Thomas said. "Being called Ferdinand is completely different from being called Thor!"

Magicians all know how to change their names in time.

However, the original Ferdinand did not know about the backlash of the curse.

He was not a magician, but he possessed this extraordinary ability. However, he knew nothing about the taboos of this ability.

This is the problem of knowing the facts but not the reasons behind them.

He didn't know about the backlash, so Thor certainly didn't know about it either.

However, in the current situation, it’s useless to say it.

Because yes, this Ferdinand in front of him is about to die.

Thomas watched cautiously as Ferdinand's body gradually stopped moving, while the remnant of the past rolled and struggled on the spot, but he did not approach rashly.

He turned and drew his pistol from his pocket.

Take a moment to aim at Ferdinand's head and pull the trigger.

A ball of blood exploded directly on the opponent's forehead.

There was a hole directly in the forehead.

This was not enough, Thomas took out another pistol, pointed it at his neck and pulled the trigger.

The bullet tore a huge wound across his neck, twisting his blood vessels, trachea, and esophagus into a complete mess!

The body of a national defender...can't stop bullets after all!

Not everyone has the Wolf God's extraordinary regenerative ability.

I can only say that status suppression is too important. Without the effect of status suppression and the ability to dodge bullets, the national defense warriors would not be so valuable.

The remnants of the old days began to stop struggling.

It seemed to be taking shape, like another image superimposed on a poorly printed photograph. It seemed far away, yet perhaps right before our eyes.