A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The sharp blade was swung out, and the axe and sword collided.

Thomas ducked at the last second, dodging the incredibly powerful blow.

Then the long sword stabbed upwards from below like a poisonous snake, piercing the opponent's chin and penetrating the skull.

A brain-breaking blow.

A human's most vital organs were struck, and no amount of fervor was enough. Thomas drew his sword, and the wolfskin warrior collapsed helplessly to the ground, his two-handed battle axe falling from his grasp. Only his body remained twitching.

Fortunately, there was only one. In a one-on-one situation, no matter how strong the momentum is, it is difficult to change the strength if you can't shake the opponent.

But group battles are another matter.

Thomas realized that something was wrong and without waiting, he ran quickly in the direction of the wolfskin warrior.

On this side, the bloody battle is nearing its end.

The ground was littered with the corpses of wolfskin warriors and knights. A fanatical wolfskin warrior was swinging his axe, chopping off the heads of the dead knights one by one.

He noticed Thomas's approach and let out a terrible roar.

The other two wolf-skin warriors also came over after hearing the noise.

There were three more enemies in total. The good thing was that none of them were intact. They had multiple wounds on their bodies, and one of them had a broken spear hanging from its shoulder.

Thomas swallowed.

He had heard about these things over the past few days. It was said that believers of these indigenous gods would take special secret drugs that would cause them to fall into an uncontrollable frenzy. In this state, even being struck by a sword or pierced by a spear would not kill them immediately, and they could still fight back enthusiastically.

It's nothing special, just some kind of hallucinogen. Thomas's past life, the Vikings and the Mountain Assassins, all seem to have records of taking this kind of drug.

But in this era, it has become something that everyone reveres.

A seriously injured person covered in blood walks towards you without recognizing anyone - this scene will cause tremendous psychological pressure.

But as long as you are not afraid, you can see that they are not really ignoring their injuries.

Their movements are obviously distorted, and muscle damage must have caused some muscle groups to be unusable, affecting body movement.

Their nerves are just temporarily paralyzed and they can't feel the pain.

Of course, this comes at a cost – their nerve reactions become sluggish. Their movements become slower and more sluggish.

It looks scary, but in fact its combat effectiveness is reduced.

It's like drinking—you might seem fearless and full of courage after drinking, but true masters know that drinking doesn't make you stronger, it only makes you weaker.

But not everyone has enough courage and observation, so they are often overwhelmed by fear and frightened by the enemy, and in this situation they cannot show their true strength.

The wolf-skin warrior in the lead waved his hand, and something fell into Thomas' arms.

Only then did Thomas realize that it was a human head.

"Vishata!" Thomas's mouth twitched. He recognized the head in his hand.

The blond young man had his eyes wide open, blood at the corners of his mouth, and his neck was brutally chopped off by an axe.

Section 6 Funeral

A comrade who had been drinking with me a few days ago and walking with me this morning had his head chopped off.

Thomas threw the head away and subconsciously touched his forehead with his hand.

There seemed to be veins throbbing violently in this area.

To be honest, Thomas had a strange thought at this moment. He wanted a mirror so that he could see what expression he had in the mirror.

Unfortunately, there is no mirror, so I can’t see what my face looks like at this moment.

But it should be very ferocious.

"You really think..." Thomas held the sword in both hands. "I can't deal with you?"

He immersed his consciousness into the magic net.

Others can only use the Qi-raising Slash three times after ten years of meditation, but he does not have such limitations.

The next second, he rushed forward.

As expected, the opponent looked scary, but his speed was not as fast as expected.

Under the influence of drugs, the reaction is a little slow.

However, the opponent completely ignored defense, roared and waved his weapon, trying to exchange injury for injury.

But Thomas had already swung his sword outside the range of the opponent's weapon. The energy wave brought by the long sword directly split his entire body in two.

He took advantage of this moment to rush forward. As expected, the other two enemies, who were a beat slower, had no time to react at all.

As soon as the first weapon was swung, Thomas had already cut the opponent's neck with a sword.

With a swift and fierce sword, it accurately hit the weak point of the spine, cutting through the trachea and blood vessels, severing the spine, and directly breaking off half of the neck.

The second one tried to attack, but Thomas pushed his companion's body towards him. His powerful blow only hit his companion's torso. Even worse, the excessive force caused the weapon to become lodged in his bones.

Thomas killed the last one almost effortlessly.

Now, there are no living enemies. The ground is covered with blood and corpses.

Thomas judged from the marks on the ground that these wolf-skin warriors emerged from nowhere and attacked the knights who were about to set out on patrol. The two sides engaged in a head-on battle.

Even though these knights or apprentice knights were from middle-class families or above, had practiced martial arts since childhood, and could be considered strong fighters, they could not gain much advantage when they encountered these fearless berserkers.

If we don't count Thomas's one-on-four fight, the casualties on both sides were almost one to one.

Thomas sighed, picked up Visatha's head again, and placed it back on his body.

It was a completely useless and unnecessary action, but he did it anyway.

All his colleagues were dead.

Although he had only been in the Order for a short time, these people were all his colleagues. They ate, drank, chatted, and boasted together, and occasionally competed with each other.

He didn't know what to do, only feeling a vague urge inside, an indescribable restlessness and unhappiness.

I should have thought of that! he told himself.

These wolf-skin warriors looked familiar. In fact, he had just seen them this morning.

Although they were not the same group of people, their attire and the posture of putting the wolf's head on their heads were exactly the same as the group of Perun believers they met in the morning.

They are here for revenge!

Moreover, this revenge came with incredible precision, choosing the right time, the right place, and the right target.

If you say they have no intelligence source and it's just a blind cat catching a dead mouse, Thomas doesn't believe it!

He examined the battlefield again, then looked inward.

Then he discovered that there were three more balls of divine power next to the damaged divine nature.

I just checked before setting off, and there are a total of twenty-six groups of divine power. I consumed another group of divine power in exchange for three energy-raising slashes. So now there should be twenty-five. But at this moment, there are twenty-nine groups of divine power next to the damaged godhead.

Thomas almost rubbed his eyes if he couldn't do so in this state.

How can it be?

If I kill four berserkers, will I get four groups of divine power directly?

But Thomas didn't have time to think too much, because a large group of guards had already heard the news and arrived.

Hundreds of armed soldiers rushed over.

But it's all over now.

At night, Thomas left the Knights' office.

He told the clerk everything that had happened today, including his own guesses. But from the clerk's occasional shaking of his head, his slightly sympathetic expression, and his occasional sighs, he knew the answer.

However, many questions remain.

"By the way, what will happen to this matter in the end?" Thomas asked the question for the first time when the clerk began to pack up his papers.

"This needs to be reported to the Grand Master... and the Patriarch, and perhaps we'll have to contact the Grand Duke as well," the clerk said vaguely.

"and then?"

"Then the bigwigs will make a decision." The clerk had already packed up his things.

"My dear brother," Thomas said, holding him back. "I don't think there's any need for deception or concealment between us."

"You understand," the clerk sighed. "The Grand Duke does not like civil war."

"I understand." Thomas let go and watched the other person leave.

Then he got up and walked alone along the long road back to his lodgings.

The whole thing is still shrouded in mystery, as if some force is behind it.

But Thomas could be sure that he was merely affected, not the target of the conspiracy.

Otherwise, what would come to deal with him would not be three or four remnants of soldiers, but a whole team of uninjured wolf-skin berserkers.

The next day, the funeral of the fallen knight was held in St. Sophia Cathedral.

Most of the bodies had their heads chopped off, so they were carefully sewn back together and made up before being buried.

But no matter how carefully the stitches were done, the dead body looked very miserable.

Besides the deceased's family, the attendees were all prominent figures in the city, all dressed in lavish attire. In those days, high-ranking officials were accustomed to using lavish attire to express their status. They covered themselves in bright reds and greens, silks and furs, without a care in the world.

Thomas said he really couldn't appreciate this kind of aesthetic.

Besides, he was just a low-ranking knight in the Knights Templar after all, and was even still in the apprentice period, so he was not qualified to be on par with those big men.

Perhaps for this reason, Thomas felt very uncomfortable.

He had attended many funerals, but never one with so many important figures in attendance, so never one that made him feel so uncomfortable, or even had the urge to leave.

Even though he knew that he would gain divine power by staying still, he still wanted to escape.

"Hello!" a voice sounded. Thomas turned around and saw a familiar face.

He almost thought it was Visatha who had come back to life!

No, not resurrection. This face was a full size smaller than Visatha's, and full of childishness.

The other party performed a very clumsy monk's etiquette towards Thomas. Although it was clumsy, the basic points were achieved.

"Hello." Thomas greeted back.

No need to ask, you know that this is Visatha's brother.

The author says:

Author's words: Thank you to book friend Wudi Zhanlong for the reward... I haven't checked the interactions these days, I'm sorry.

Section 7 Conflict

"Are you my brother's comrade?" the child asked directly. His face showed less sadness than curiosity.

Of course it is normal. People at this age may not truly understand what death is.

“I guess so.” Thomas laughed.

"They say you survived the battle... Are you that powerful? More powerful than my brother?"

"We fought," Thomas said. "I won. But I used dishonorable tactics. So, if we really compare them, your brother is probably the stronger one."

They competed in a drinking contest, with Thomas using various drinking tricks he had learned in his previous life to make himself drink less and the other drink more. Visatha, not knowing the tricks, naturally lost.

People these days are very simple and honest. They don’t understand the various tricks of cheating and stealing in the drinking culture at all. They only know how to drink heavily, so naturally they suffer losses.

"Was my brother brave in battle?"

"Of course he was brave," Thomas said. "He fought for Christ!"

"I think so. I have already started learning swordsmanship. When I grow up, I will become a warrior of Christ."

"Oh, then you have to work harder."

Then it seemed as if all the topics had been discussed, and the two people smiled at each other, but had nothing to say.

But the other party refused to leave.