A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas knew almost nothing about heraldry. After all, he had always been a religious person, and didn't know much about secular rules. However, he had no curiosity about it. This time, he was just a halberd bearer.

He now knew that this was a party held in the Holy Land.

Instead of what he had previously thought, they were gathering troops in the border areas and showing off their military power.

The specific location was... a place he couldn't quite remember. It was probably a relatively unknown town. But nobles of all sizes from across the Holy Land would gather there.

This is a very rare thing. In fact, it has been dozens or even hundreds of years since the last gathering of this kind.

This kind of gathering is only held by powerful nations, or at least nations in peacetime. For a nation like the Holy Land, mired in military conflict, there is absolutely no time for such a gathering.

Chapter 35 Truth 1

The reason why such a rebellious thing happened is thanks to Thomas.

Ever since the Five Knights of Christ suddenly appeared and defeated the Sultan's 200,000-strong army at the gates of Smyrna, the situation around the entire Holy Land has eased.

Needless to say, the Turks' national strength and the Sultan's authority were crippled by this battle, but the other two families were also greatly shocked.

Even the most motivated Mamluks had to temporarily lay low.

This is the deterrent effect of protecting the country.

Although Thomas knew that the Mamluks would definitely show their claws again, at least for the time being... the entire Holy Land finally had a rare period of peace.

But it is precisely because of this rare period of peace...

Only then will there be room for internal strife.

All we can say is that fate plays tricks on us. Even if Giuliano's misfortune is not directly related to Thomas, it is at least indirectly related.

A short while later, smoke from the campfire rose above the camp.

Giuliano was looking at the map in front of the camp. It was also his first time here.

The magician came to his side without him knowing when.

"Where's Thomas?"

"He said to check around." Giuliano didn't even look up.

"He's been like this every day since we left Sela City." The magician's face was slightly worried. "I think he's deliberately trying to get out of our sight."

"I'll just be gone for a little while at dusk," Giuliano said unconcernedly. "I'll be back in time when it gets dark."

A simple time calculation shows that Thomas won't get very far.

"Besides, from what I've heard, this area seems to be frequented by bandits formed by defeated soldiers."

In the Holy Land, it is not just the regular armies of various countries or jihadists fighting.

Peasant uprisings still occurred from time to time.

It was basically an uprising launched by the Crescent Moon peasants.

Of course, although peasant uprisings of this magnitude could consume the strength of Christians to a certain extent, they could not change the overall situation.

It will be suppressed soon.

But suppressing them is easy, but completely eliminating them is another matter. Those that slip through the net will inevitably flee into the mountains where they are difficult to pursue and linger.

"Honestly, sir, why did you choose this road?" Charlie sighed. "Bandits often appear here."

"Because other routes are even more dangerous," Giuliano continued without looking up. "Take the route to Nablus, for example. Count Nablus has long coveted Sela. He's claimed it more than once. If I pass through his territory, I'm afraid I won't be dealing with bandits anymore."

But they are regular troops who call themselves bandits.

He didn't bring many soldiers with him this time, and it couldn't be that many.

The total number of people is less than a hundred. This is the upper limit. If you bring more people, people will think you are going to cause a mutiny.

On the other side, on a cliff in the mountains.

Thomas looked down at the group of people gathered in the valley.

Dirty, thin, wearing tattered armor, holding a variety of weapons in their hands, but each of their eyes was full of fierceness.

There are about two hundred people.

Thomas took a step forward, his feet missed, and his body fell.

He was in free fall for a short period of time at first, but soon, an air current from somewhere supported his body, slowing his descent.

Therefore, when you finally land, the speed is not very fast. You only need to bend your knees slightly to reduce the impact force and land smoothly.

Suddenly, a man jumped down from the cliff behind them, scaring the bandits.

"Good day, gentlemen," Thomas said with a smile on his face, but there was no trace of laughter in his eyes. "I apologize for my sudden intrusion, but I thought you might be about to do something foolish, so I came to advise you."

This morning, he used his spiritual field to detect a scout lying in ambush on a high place.

I guess there will be a show tonight.

It is not difficult to find the place where these bandits gather.

It mainly relies on the effect of flying.

These people are hiding in the ravines in the mountains. It would be extremely difficult to find them if you were to look for them on the ground.

But if you fly into the sky and observe a little, you can determine where is suitable for ambush and hiding.

If the enemy didn't attack us during the day, it means they are planning to attack us at night.

It wasn't really a night raid, as night blindness was so common in that era. The correct term would be a dawn raid.

With any luck, this dawn raid will be more effective than a night raid.

This is the military common sense Thomas learned after being a colonel for several years and observing and listening to the military.

So, he found this place easily.

It was also easy to spot this group of bandits who were about to take action.

"Who are you?" the leader shouted.

"A person who has nothing to do with me." Thomas replied with a smile.

He scanned the crowd, but couldn't find a single suspicious person. They all looked the same: thin, dirty, and brutally bloodthirsty. They weren't soldiers, much less warriors, but simply a bloodthirsty mob.

"Kill him!" Although the leader was confused, he still gave the order.

The next moment, everyone rushed towards Thomas, waving their weapons.

Thomas had already taken out his lightning sword from the dimensional bag.

The first bandit rushed forward, waving the heavy scimitar in his hand and slashing at Thomas.

In just one round, the weapons collided and the opponent was numbed all over by the electric shock. Then, unable to move, he watched helplessly as the sword blade swept across his neck and cut his throat.

But his death did not stop other bandits from rushing forward.

Thomas maintained a steady pace, fighting and retreating. Fortunately, there was plenty of room to maneuver. He could slowly retreat and kill each bandit that rushed towards him.

These bandits were completely caught up in the frenzy of battle and had no idea of ​​retreating.

They clearly saw Thomas easily kill his companions one by one, and they knew that the other party was a very strong warrior, but their blood was boiling in their heads and they were filled with bloodthirsty passion, and they automatically ignored this point.

They didn't even coordinate with each other, didn't make any outflanking moves from multiple directions, and just charged head-on.

Then Thomas killed them one by one with his sword.

Of course, if they were targeting a different prey, they would still be able to win with their numerical advantage. Because of such high-frequency and rapid sword swings, a normal person would not be able to withstand it for long.

Unfortunately, as a magical creature, the physical strength and endurance of the Guardian are not comparable to those of ordinary creatures.

This intensity of battle did not make Thomas feel tired.

According to conventional battlefield rules, if only one-tenth of the people died, the morale of an ordinary army would be significantly shaken. If half of the people died, even an elite division would be defeated.

But these bandits actually persevered to the end and fought to the last man.

This is the supernatural effect.

Chapter 36 Truth 2

The standard of national defense is one man against a thousand, which means that it can fight against a thousand fully armed enemies at once.

And it is allowed that among these one thousand enemies there are a large number of core and elite fighters.

Thomas is a quasi-god who is one level higher than the Protector of the Nation.

The average strength of these two hundred bandits is between that of a novice and an ordinary one, and there is probably not even a core member among them.

So strictly speaking, this was not a battle at all, but a massacre.

Soon, Thomas was the only one left standing in the entire valley.

There were corpses everywhere and blood was everywhere.

He didn't even breathe.

This test basically verified what Prasda said.

If Thomas uses his own domain to release mental interference ability, it will make the opponent bloodthirsty.

Falling into an unnatural frenzy, fighting to the death, they also lose their normal coordination and thinking ability. In combat, they will appear rude and barbaric, not paying attention to skills but acting recklessly.

The reason for this is probably that the other side has more people and more power, so their surface emotions naturally tend to be belligerent.

On the contrary, if we have more people and more power, the other party's superficial emotions will naturally tend to be fearful.

But in the final analysis, this is a secondary ability of the domain. Moreover, this ability is not invincible and can be easily broken.

The last time, the old village chief just shouted loudly and calmed down the frenzied villagers.

After calming down, this kind of mental interference is no longer useful. People will be alert to it in their hearts.

Therefore, this ability is a way to take advantage of people's unpreparedness. It is used by gods to bully ordinary humans.

Thomas put on his magic eye mask and looked around.

It's normal. There isn't a trace of magic in the gray world. In fact, it would be strange if this kind of bandit gang had any magic items.

Looking at their pale, skinny faces and tattered clothes, it didn't seem like they had any valuables worth mentioning.

In other words, this group of people were probably just a group of bandits, rather than someone deliberately arranged to ambush Giuliano.

Thomas casually wiped his sword with the corpse, then turned and left.

A short while later, he was back in the camp.

Dinner was ready and Thomas returned to the tent.

Magician Charlie is drinking broth here.

Seeing Thomas coming over, he pursed his lips and motioned Thomas to go to the pot and scoop the food himself.

"where did you go?"

"Nothing, just wandering around." Thomas replied.

Among all the people, only the magician named Charlie has changed the most.

The last time they met, he had thought that although he was a magician, he was also a normal person with a cheerful personality. But after meeting him this time in Sera, he felt that this person had become gloomy and seemed like a completely different person.

The way he looked at me, wow, it was as if he was saying that I owed him a million florins!

If you said he was possessed by a soul from another world, Thomas would believe it.

What has happened in the past few years?

According to Giuliano and Rostislav, although there were some ups and downs, overall it was smooth sailing.

At least Giuliano and Rostislav seemed normal.

His business grew bigger and bigger, and now he has even become a noble, the lord of an extremely wealthy territory...

Charlie's life shouldn't be too bad since he's hanging out with Giuliano!

But like this...

"You have extraordinary energy," Charlie said again. "You studied all night last night, and you're still so energetic today."

That being said, considering the opponent's age and the strength of an elite warrior, it seems normal.