A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas felt very embarrassed in this situation, with a heavy heart and discomfort in his chest, but he couldn't leave, so he had to find a random topic to talk about.

"Well, have you received your pension yet?" Thomas asked. This was just a conversation starter.

"Pension? What's that?"

"Money! Gold, or silver!" said Thomas. "Didn't they give it?"

"No, no one told us." The child answered seriously.

A call came from the other side, and the child was finally called away.

Thomas finally found time to leave the funeral.

Perhaps the air was too heavy, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He had not walked far when he saw Knight Commander Aral - as usual, he was with his follower, a young man about fifteen or sixty years old - who seemed to be waiting for someone over there.

The Knight Commander now only had Thomas as his subordinate, but his expression showed that he didn't care.

In fact, he just glanced at Thomas coldly and turned his eyes away.

But Thomas still went up to him.

Two people face each other, three steps apart.

"Oh, isn't this our Latin heretic?" Alar asked. "Why, do you want to talk to me?"

"Everyone's dead," Thomas said.

"They fought for the Lord and died a worthy death." This is what was said, but the tone was so frivolous and casual that it seemed very ironic.

"If you hadn't provoked those Perun believers, none of this would have happened!"

"What are you talking about?!" Alar looked increasingly impatient. "I just did what a Christian should do. On the contrary, you, a Latin heretic, are the one... #￥&"

He used a word that Thomas didn't understand. It should be a dialect, or Aral's own native language, but the slander and insult were very obvious.

"You did it on purpose!" said Thomas.

"What does it matter if it was intentional or not? We won anyway."

"Win?" Thomas was surprised. Such a heavy loss was still considered a win?

You're trading your core for those worthless, potion-heavy Berserkers! This one-for-one exchange is a bloody loss!

"Even if they're all dead, at least we still have you!" the Knight Commander sneered. "So at least we didn't lose face. The Patriarch and the Grand Duke will acquiesce, so that's how it's going to be... As for me, sooner or later, new recruits will join my team."

"Also, regarding the pension...why is the pension gone? A family member just told me they didn't receive it."

"That's none of your business!" Alar continued to sneer. "Besides, they are all wealthy families, they don't need this little money!"

"You embezzled the compensation?!"

"Shut up! Latin heretic, do you think this is Rome?! This is not a place for heretics like you to run wild!" Alar yelled. His hand pressed on the hilt of the sword. "You know, if I kill you here, no one will bother me!"

Thomas took a step back, his eyes darkening.

As a knight leader, Alaer's skills are definitely not low. But he probably hasn't reached the level of elite.

It should be a high-level, mid-level warrior similar to himself. It would take at least two or three hundred moves for the two of them to decide the winner.

He said nothing more and turned away.

"F*ck!" Alar continued to curse. "Why did this most disgusting guy survive? Is God kidding me?!"

He didn't even try to mask his voice so that Thomas, who was leaving, could hear it.

Thomas paused and looked back. "Be careful, Knight Commander Alar, those pagans may not be satisfied yet."

"I know, so I won't leave Kiev in the short term." Aral smiled maliciously.

The Grand Duke will definitely increase patrols, and there will never be a situation like this where a dozen pagans sneak in.

As long as he doesn't leave the city or go to the suburbs, he will be safe.

Thomas turned around and headed towards his residence.

This is how the times are...the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop.

He returned to his residence and checked the condition of his divine power.

There are thirty groups of divine power, twenty-eight of which can be used.

Due to the heavy losses this time, Thomas's team, or Knight Commander Alar's team, will not be able to carry out any missions for the time being and will have some free time later.

Maybe try that first?

He stripped down to his underwear and slathered himself in the potion, covering everything with it, thickly.

He is now increasingly finding that potions are really useful and can be used for everything.

After applying the potion, I did some calisthenics, then meditation, and finally a massage. The whole process was already familiar to me. Of course, there wasn't anything special about it.

Then, Thomas began to pour five balls of divine power into his body in one breath.

Some memories appeared in his mind, as if he had practiced this set of secret techniques countless times.

Countless air currents like fine sand flow into the whole body, blending into the whole body, making the body become increasingly dense.

I can feel that my flesh and blood seem to be undergoing some wonderful changes.

His strength grew, his explosive power grew stronger, and with a casual handshake, he seemed to be able to break anything.

The overall fitness of the body is improving on an average basis.

But no fundamental changes have occurred.

When he thought of his dead companions, especially Visatha's head which had been chopped off and sewn back together, he felt a sense of oppression and anger rising in his heart.

Thomas poured ten balls of divine power into his body in one breath.

I felt that the muscles in my arms seemed to swell a little, and the density of my flesh and blood increased again.

I have a feeling that I may have reached a critical point.

Chapter 8 Extraordinary Power

Thomas poured another ten balls of divine power into his body in one breath.

He stood there, feeling his body tremble slightly. When he looked carefully, he saw that his muscles were shaking rapidly and sweat was secreted from his skin pores.

The sweat mixed with the potion made the body skin look shiny.

In addition, the body shape began to change slightly again, the body became more solid, and the limbs and torso became more symmetrical and streamlined.

It seems that there is a ball of air accumulating and compressing in the body and cannot be released.

No, just a little bit short.

Thomas no longer hesitated and poured all the last three balls of divine power he could mobilize into his body in one breath.

The ball of air expanded to its limit in an instant.

A large amount of memories of practicing and understanding the secret techniques flooded into my mind!

In an instant, Thomas threw a punch.

His fist created a sound in the air, like the sound of a huge rock rolling and crushing. Suddenly, all the energy and blood in his body seemed to become one.

It's an indescribable feeling, as if my whole body has changed, but I can't tell exactly what has changed.

Is there an extra "qi" in your body?

The energy from earlier had become a stable existence. However, that was all.

He suddenly rushed forward with an idea in his mind and drew out the long sword hanging on the side.

Through the palm of his hand, he injected the "qi" into the sword.

The next moment, the long sword began to glow like a sapphire, or to put it more elegantly, the color of jade.

This is...what is this?

Thomas calmed down and cut off the infusion of "Qi". The sapphire-like luster on the sword immediately disappeared.

This is...what is this? Have I already become an elite?

The difference between the elite and the backbone is not the difference in strength, speed and skill, but that kind of...something that Thomas can only temporarily call extraordinary power.

The evaluation of elite soldiers lies in whether they can consistently kill an ordinary soldier in a few seconds.

As long as you have this ability, you will never be surrounded and killed by the enemy, and you can easily break through in most cases.

The crow's short-distance sprint speed exceeds the limits of mortals, catching people off guard and making them difficult to defend against.

On the other hand, while Crow was somewhat stronger than Thomas in terms of strength and technique, the gap wasn't wide enough. In a head-on, fair duel, even after a hundred moves, the winner couldn't be determined. This could be explained as individual differences.

And Thomas obviously doesn't have the ability to run that fast.

This must be my extraordinary power! But what can this power do?

Thomas tried it, and it seemed as if only the sword's appearance had changed. It didn't become sharper or stronger.

Moreover, the duration is very limited.

Because the "qi" in Thomas' body was very insufficient, it was quickly consumed after being injected into the sword.

But fortunately, it is replenished quickly.

It only takes a few breaths to be refilled and ready to use again.

But I don’t know what kind of ability this is.

It seems that we must test it through actual combat.

With only two people left in the Knight Squad, the patrol work the squad was originally responsible for could not continue. In the short term, until the Knight Squad was replenished, Thomas had no official duties to perform.

Thomas took a shower and changed his clothes.

It looks more like a traveler's clothes - and by the way, she also put on some makeup.

I can't say how good the effect is, but at least... well, you have to look closely to recognize this face.

Then Thomas got everything ready, especially the musket.

Looking at the sky, it was already dusk.

The gates of Kiev are closed at night, but these days... there is nothing that money can't buy.

Because the people responsible for guarding the city gates were the Witcher militia.

The so-called Viche was a self-governing council of the city's populace, found in all major Russian cities. Equipped with executive and legislative powers, as well as their own armed forces, the Viche was a crucial political presence for the Russian princes, representing the wishes and interests of the city's citizens.

Or it can be understood that this is a relatively neutral force, especially in religious conflicts.

So there is nothing that cannot be solved with one florin, and if there is, then two will do.

Not only that, the militiaman who received a florin was kind enough to tell him the location of the Perunists.

The Perun believers will hold a sacrificial ceremony somewhere on the outskirts of the city tonight.

The night was enveloping the land. In the distance, the sacrificial bonfire was faintly visible.

However, someone appeared in front of them blocking the way.

It is the berserker in wolf skin

Of course, the Berserker he encountered this time wasn't high on drugs and remained calm. He held his sword and shield in his hands and cautiously faced the stranger who had emerged from nowhere.

They were the guards of this sacrificial activity, blocking outsiders from approaching.

However, Thomas did not want to disturb the sacrifice this time. His target was these guards.

Before the Perun believer could speak, and the two men were still far apart, Thomas had already drawn his sword.

In the thick darkness of the night, the cold light reflected from the sword blade was like a flash of lightning.

No words are needed, one action clearly shows the hostility.

The other party responded immediately, letting out a feral roar and shaking the weapon in his hand.

Thomas leaped forward... He knew the other party was gathering his companions.

Single combat is not a virtue to be boasted in this era. Gathering friends and attacking the enemy in groups is the right way.

Winning is the most important thing.