A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

It seems that I really don’t know…

In other words, Rostislav did not pass through the village and went directly to the ruins.

At most, he just walked past the village, so it’s normal that the village chief didn’t know about it.

Thomas exhaled lightly and stood up.

"Village chief, do you know where the ruins are?" Thomas asked.

"I know. People don't dare to approach that place. It is said that disaster will happen if they approach." The village chief replied without changing his expression.

"I heard there are people living there?"

"It's just a legend. Anyway, no one in our village dares to get close to it. I don't know the details, so I won't mislead you, sir."

"You don't know the specific situation over there?"

"Yes, absolutely nothing."

"I want to go over there and take a look. Is there anyone in the village willing to lead the way?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think there's anyone like that in this village," the village chief replied after a pause. "But sir, honestly, you don't need a guide. Just go straight there!"

The village chief smiled, he was not that stupid.

He would not take the initiative to deal with someone who looked a little strange.

Just let him go directly to the ruins - whether he is dead or alive, it has nothing to do with him!

Chapter 9 Evil God 4

Thomas had already turned around and was heading towards the village entrance.

The village chief stayed with him the whole time, obviously ready to see him out.

Thomas noticed that the village didn't look big, but...

The houses in the village are quite nice.

Most of them are two-story or even three-story buildings. The first floor is full of barns where there are many animals.

Similar to the previous life, when people become rich and wealthy, they will naturally need to improve their living conditions.

Poor people can live with livestock, but rich people cannot tolerate the stench of livestock.

Therefore, they tend to build buildings so that livestock can be kept on the first floor and people can live on the second floor to avoid the stench.

Of course, this may be related to taxes.

Giuliano had said he didn't dare send anyone to collect taxes from these villages. He didn't dare, and apparently the Crescent Moon Cult, which had previously ruled these areas, didn't either.

Since they don’t pay taxes, the villagers have money to build houses?

But I had a vague feeling that something was not right.

"Village chief, your village is quite rich." Thomas said unconsciously.

With the exception of a few, all the houses in this village are two or three-story buildings. Two-story ones are fine, but there are quite a few three-story ones.

"It's not bad." Upon hearing this, the village chief looked proud.

"Does the village have its own caravan?"

Get rich through business? Invest together and share the profits?

"No, we're all honest farmers!" the village chief replied. "There aren't even any horses in this village, let alone caravans!"

"There are no horses in the village? Why not use horses?" Thomas asked curiously.

"We all use cows! Cows are much easier to use than horses, they eat less and are stronger. Besides..." The village chief began to talk about the benefits of cows.

Thomas stopped.

He had already reached the village entrance. There was a watchtower there. When Thomas had entered, the watchtower had been empty, but now there were seven or eight men dressed as militiamen.

Despite being called militia, they were actually quite well-equipped. All of them wore armor, three of them clad in simple leather armor, while the other five wore chain mail. However, their helmets were the same, simple iron helmets. Their weapons were varied, including swords and shields, spears, bows and arrows, and more.

By militia standards, this equipment is already very sophisticated.

In addition to these militiamen, some villagers have also gathered at this time.

Some of them were carrying various farm tools.

Obviously curious about the visitor.

"Village chief, you just said that no one has come these days?" Thomas asked with a smile.

"Yes."

"you promise?"

"Of course, I'm sure of that."

"Then, where do these horseshoe prints come from?" Thomas pointed to the ground, where there was a whole row of horseshoe prints.

All roads in this era were dirt roads, and hard horse hooves easily left marks.

"My horse just came in from here!"

Horse hoof prints can easily determine the direction of travel.

Thomas had just entered the village from outside, and this horseshoe print was all the way from the village to the outside.

Not only that, there are subtle differences in horseshoe prints.

Anyone who has studied it can tell the difference. It's definitely not something Thomas left behind.

"Ah... this... might be... a few days ago? Anyway, there was no such thing in the past two days!" The village chief was still trying to shirk responsibility.

"Village chief, this must have been left here within two days!" Thomas said in an unquestionable tone.

He is confident about this.

His long military career had enabled him to learn the basic common sense of these scouts.

Others use their eyes, but his spiritual field is far more useful than his eyes.

“Ah, that… that…”

"Someone has been riding into the village for two days!" Thomas continued to ask. "Village Chief, don't say you don't know!"

His tone had already become stern without him noticing.

"Kids! Someone is here to cause trouble!!" Suddenly, the village chief reacted and let out a loud roar.

He just didn't want to cause trouble, not that he was really afraid of Thomas.

Looking at Thomas, you can tell that the dagger is just better than nothing.

But before he could finish his words, Thomas had already raised his foot and kicked the old man into a small building.

The village chief's body broke through the wooden planks and fell into the herd of livestock.

Even a young man couldn't withstand this blow, let alone an old man like this. I don't know if he was kicked to death, but he definitely couldn't struggle for a while.

A group of villagers, seemingly watching the excitement, began to stir, their eyes flashing with ferocity. One of them was quicker to act, having already made a move, but he threw a small bag over.

The bag was still in the air, and it was spinning and sprinkling a large amount of powder.

Thomas took a few steps back to avoid the powder.

He reached into the dimensional bag, and when he came out, he was already holding his lightning sword.

Although he wasn't hit directly by the powder, it was hard to defend against it. Thomas smelled a strange aroma.

It makes people feel inexplicably dizzy!

Damn, this must be some kind of drug!

Thomas felt a surge of divine power pour into his body, and in an instant, the dizziness vanished. When he regained consciousness, he saw a group of farmers wielding pitchforks, hoes, and other farm tools, charging at him with all their might.

They did not huddle together, collide with each other and hinder each other, but instead formed a kind of encirclement formation.

Judging from his proficiency, it was obviously not the first time he had done this.

Thomas retreated continuously, and the sword swept across, cutting off several farm tools.

In addition to these farmers, the militiamen who were previously on the lookout tower also rushed down.

These people are wearing armor and holding swords and spears. They are not comparable to farmers.

In addition, the militiaman holding a bow and arrow had already shot an arrow.

Thomas' spiritual field had already enveloped the surroundings. Using the sound detection device, he swung his sword and knocked the flying arrow away.

"Since you all want to die, then I will grant your wish."

Thomas's eyes darkened, and the air around him rippled.

While activating the field, Thomas reached into the dimensional bag and came out holding a flintlock rifle.

Not the original pistol, but a double-barreled flintlock rifle.

No matter the range, power or accuracy, a pistol cannot match it.

Just raise your hand and shoot.

The archer was just putting the second arrow on the bowstring when he was hit by the bullet, which shot him in the head. His black eye was broken and he stumbled and fell on the arrow tower. It was obvious that he was in great danger.

Then immediately the second shot was fired, aimed at the militiaman who was rushing in the front and holding a spear.

The militiaman's chain mail couldn't stop the bullet at all, leaving a bloody hole in his chest. He was also sent flying backwards by the impact of the bullet.

Instant kill.

But the militiamen behind still rushed forward fearlessly.

No retreat at all!

Chapter 10 Evil God 5

Thomas was also secretly surprised.

He had just used some mental interference abilities to try to calm down all the villagers and militiamen, but... it seemed to have the opposite effect.

Unexpectedly, these guys were not scared, but became irritable and impulsive.

However, this also gave him an opportunity. The vaguely orderly formation just now was no longer there. The enemy was now a swarm.

The leader, holding a sword and shield, rushed forward and chopped down with the sword under the protection of the shield.

Thomas swung his sword to block, and the swords clashed.

The next moment, the opponent's whole body was numb from the electric shock, and then the long sword slashed and directly cut his neck.

Thomas has become very proficient in using this move. Anyone who doesn't know the secret of the lightning sword will basically fall into it.

Although it looks simple, it is actually an extremely dangerous killing move.

The lightning sword can generate an electric current with a strong impact, penetrating the wooden handle of the weapon, thus paralyzing the enemy and making them unable to move.

Only the extremely lucky ones, using weapons of special quality, or those who didn't use their full power when the weapons collided, resulting in insufficient power, could escape this disaster. But the problem is, in a life-or-death battle, who can deliberately save energy?

In this era, who would use weapons other than steel?

The other person fell down with a scream, and Thomas took a few steps back to meet the next one rushing up.

The opponent also used a scimitar, and chopped it down fiercely.

Thomas followed suit, the swords clashed again, and the longsword swept across his neck again.

He retreated step by step, and the price he paid was that the militiamen fell one by one.

After the militia fell, it was the farmers who used the farm tools.

Their farm tools are also made of steel.

It looked like Thomas was being forced to retreat, but in reality, he was holding back at least 50% of his strength just in case. But even with half of his strength, it would have been a one-sided massacre.

In the blink of an eye, thirty to fifty people in the village were killed or injured.

The village chief was helped out from the corner with difficulty.

"Stop!" He looked at the corpses with their throats cut all around him, and he was so anxious that his whole body turned cold and tears couldn't help but flow from his eyes.