A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

But this is not important, because Crow said that the elite can end the battle with a lightly armed enemy in two or three seconds.

Two or three seconds, to put it bluntly, is one or two rounds. In other words, you must knock down or severely injure your opponent with two attacks.

Even if it is a little looser, it is only enough for you to attack three times at most.

This is the standard of the elite.

At the last second before the two sides came into contact, Thomas's sword suddenly turned jade green, like a sapphire, shining in the night sky.

Perhaps affected by the sudden change of color, the wolfskin warrior was stunned for a moment.

It was a very brief moment, but it was this moment that decided everything.

By the time he reacted, he was already caught off guard and was hit head-on by Thomas and knocked down by a sword.

Thomas stood still, shaking the blood off his sword.

In just over ten seconds, the second wolf-skin warrior appeared.

Thomas also rushed forward, and at the last moment of the battle, the color of his sword changed in the air.

The opponent's attention was also attracted by this change of color, and he was caught off guard and easily knocked over by Thomas.

The third wolf-skin warrior had already appeared and witnessed the battle.

Chapter 9 Assassination 1

Thomas did not follow suit this time.

This color-changing ability might seem like it could scare someone, but is that really all it is?

He walked slowly forward, approaching the wolf-skin warrior, and the long sword in his hand changed color again.

This is a color change outside the attack range, just to make the opponent familiar with it.

If the two enemies just now were not mentally competent, then the third one will not be so.

According to his understanding, the other party now realized that there was something strange about the sword and would only be more cautious, but would not be so suddenly attracted by the attention and be at a loss as before.

In addition, with three of them arriving at once, there shouldn't be any other enemy reinforcements within a relatively close distance.

After repeatedly demonstrating the color-changing ability of his sword, Thomas rushed forward again.

Also at the last moment before the battle, the long sword turned into the color of jade.

Then he thrust his sword straight forward.

This time was no exception. Although the wolfskin warrior had witnessed the color changes of Thomas's sword many times before, he was still obviously panicked and caught off guard when he actually put it into combat.

It was like being temporarily haunted by a nightmare.

Although it was a brief moment, in battle, it was enough to determine the outcome. The price of a momentary loss of focus was being caught off guard by an attack.

Thomas finally became convinced that the power that dyed the sword jade green was not simply a change of color, but rather a special ability that could influence people's hearts.

It could instantly make people lose their minds. It was almost impossible to withstand Thomas's heavy blow in this situation.

Thomas waited for a while, but no fourth wolf-skin warrior appeared.

After all, they were only the guards outside the sacrifice area, and their numbers and abilities were limited. No one would deploy too many forces outside.

The value of perimeter guards has never been to ward off the enemy, but to issue timely warnings.

However, Thomas didn't intend to do more. After making sure there were no pursuers, he turned and left.

After a while, a group of people came hurriedly.

If Thomas had stayed where he was, he would probably have recognized that this man was the old man who had been provoked and whipped by Alar before.

The worshippers of the pagan gods of this land, or to put it another way, the priests of the pagan gods.

"Go and take a look!" the old priest ordered his men.

Soon, the men found three bodies nearby.

"Sir, someone killed them!" a subordinate reported to the old priest. "They didn't see any fierce fighting; they were killed in a very short time... with a single blow."

"Wasn't it a surprise attack?" asked the old priest.

"No, it doesn't look like it. The wounds are all on the front. A sneak attack wouldn't have hit that area. They were very strong enemies! They fought against very strong enemies and were defeated in one blow."

The old priest walked up to the body of a wolf-skin warrior, looked at it intently, and pondered for a long time.

"Our sacrifice went smoothly today," he said. "This kind of reaction to a burnt offering is rare, and it shows that Perun is extremely pleased. So something must have happened today to please Him extra..."

"Could it be..." one of the subordinates wondered. "This way?"

"That's the only way to understand it," the old priest thought for a moment. "Something happened here that pleased the gods, and that's the only thing. Our gods love human courage and strength, and they love warriors who fight fearlessly."

"Why?" another subordinate was puzzled. "Clearly, someone murdered his followers..."

"It wasn't murder, it was combat. A noble and honorable duel," the old priest said. "They were defeated in a noble and honorable duel, that's all. If it were murder, then Perun's wrath would fall upon the murderer!"

"And that victor..." The old priest turned his head and stared into the distance, his eyes deep. "I'm afraid he has been favored by the gods!"

He whispered, a voice only audible to himself. "Why would a person favored by God come to the land of Ross at this time?"

"At this time... when chaos is about to descend!"

……

More than ten days passed in a flash.

There is a thin mist tonight, making the moonlight even more hazy.

In the best brothel in Kiev, guests were coming in and out in groups of two or three.

This is a place for singing and dancing performances, or as later generations said, it can barely be called a theater.

Of course, being a theater doesn't mean they only sell art. In fact, in this era, all such places don't cling to the silly belief of "selling art but not selling body."

Anyone who opens a business is a businessman. Merchants have always valued profit.

At this time, in front of the door, one attractive woman after another was escorting familiar guests to the door to say goodbye.

Some of the local women were dressed up, but more wore exotic clothing.

If you want to make money, and make a lot of money, you have to come up with something new. This is especially true for high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

Because they need to use this method to show their uniqueness.

So compared to other places for pleasure, this place is more niche, more expensive and more upscale.

Of course there are more varieties.

For example, right now, there is a belly dance performance going on upstairs.

A woman with only her upper body covered and her lower body wearing a barely visible silk skirt is twisting her body violently.

Next to them was a group of women playing exotic musical instruments, performing fast-paced exotic music.

This art form is not native to Russia. These dancers, whether they are dancing or accompanying, are all highly skilled technicians from the far east, Persia.

Anyone who can enter here to watch the performance has to pay a high price for the ticket.

Knight Commander Alar is a frequent visitor here.

Although the Knights Templar had their own rules and regulations, they were weak, in fact, even weaker than those of ordinary clergy.

In today's church, internal corruption and depravity are no longer news. Forget about visiting prostitutes, even having an illegitimate child is commonplace.

As long as you have someone to back you up, you can enter and exit such places at will.

As a Knight Commander of the Knights, Alar had been quite busy lately. Coincidentally, he had also made a fortune recently.

Now that he has money, his biggest hobby is watching singing and dancing and listening to music.

Enjoy delicious food, fine wine, and beautiful women playing music, then lie back on a warm and comfortable couch and watch one heart-stirring dance after another.

This kind of enjoyment is what life is all about.

In the past, he practiced martial arts diligently, spent money on gifts, and fought for power and profit. In the final analysis, wasn't it all for this kind of enjoyment?

His eyes were fixed on the dancer's slender waist and long thighs, and he couldn't help swallowing.

Unfortunately, the dancer's schedule was already full today and she couldn't spare the time to accompany him. But that didn't matter, because he had already made an appointment for tomorrow.

The song is over.

He stood up unsteadily and was escorted to the door by a female musician.

The cool night breeze cooled the heat in his heart a bit. Well, it was pretty good, but he wondered what it would feel like to have those long, swaying thighs wrapped around his waist tomorrow.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly saw a figure coming out from the side.

A masked man.

Chapter 10 Assassination 2

Although the man was still far away, he was actually secretly wary.

So Aral stopped immediately and wanted to retreat, while gripping the hilt of the sword.

Luckily, today I was mainly watching the dance and didn't drink much, so I was able to react quickly.

At this distance, he should be able to retreat to a safe position.

At least you can find a few unlucky passersby to act as human shields.

But...the other party was more decisive than Alar had imagined. Because the moment Alar began to retreat, the other party had already drawn a short-barreled musket and pointed it at this side.

Muskets were no longer a rare commodity in this era, so Alar was startled and immediately rolled to the side.

His instinctive reaction, which had been honed through countless trials and tribulations, saved his life.

With a bang, the bullet hit Aral, specifically hitting his leg.

He felt his thighs getting hot, and his muscles tightened instantly. He lost control and staggered a little.

"Help, there's an assassin!" Alar shouted, stopping his retreat. The leg wound wasn't serious, but it affected his movement.

He was not far from the theater, and the guards there would hear his shouts.

They will come!

Protecting guests is the guards' unshirkable responsibility.

Moreover, the biggest flaw of a musket is that it can only fire single shots.

Loading, chambering and firing bullets is a very complicated process, and only one bullet can be fired per minute.

The next second, the opponent had put away his musket and drawn his sword.

Alar had also drawn his sword.

He could already hear the exclamations behind him and the metallic sound of weapons being unsheathed.

Both the sound of the flintlock gun and his cry for help just now attracted the attention of the border guards.

A few minutes, no, just a dozen seconds, at most a few dozen seconds, and they will come to reinforce me.

What he had to do was to hold on for a few dozen seconds before reinforcements arrived.

This was not difficult, as Alar was very confident in his swordsmanship. If he took a defensive stance, no one in the Knights would be able to defeat him in a short time.

In the hazy night, the moonlight illuminated the two long swords.

The long sword reflecting the silver moonlight slashed towards him, and Aral held the sword tightly with both hands, trying to block the first blow.

But the next moment, the silver sword suddenly changed color. Suddenly, it turned into the color of jade, flashing a bewitching light in the night.

Alar's attention was uncontrollably captured by the jade-green color.

It was a very brief moment, but it was this very brief moment of distraction that led to serious consequences.

When the long sword came slashing down, although he had already held the sword in front of him to block the incoming sword, he had no time to adjust the angle of defense.

The two swords collided. Because he was caught off guard, used the wrong force, and used the wrong angle, he suffered a loss in this round of collision.

The opponent's arm strength was amazing. Without taking away some of the opponent's strength, his arm went numb.

The other party was unreasonable and attacked immediately for the second time.

Aral barely resisted, but as the advantages accumulated, his sword was forcibly shaken away.