A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The Rotten Nightmare's expression remained unchanged as he turned half his body towards the source of the sound.

"That rat hiding in the shadows... is he finally going to come out?" he said with a sneer.

A man wearing a Sunflower Knights robe, a sword at his waist, and a helmet walked out of the darkness.

It was none other than Thomas.

"A knight from the Knights Templar? Interesting!" Rotten Nightmare waved the sacrificial knife in his hand.

The sacrificial knife, soaked in blood, shone with golden light, as if it were made of gold.

"Hey, can we make a deal?" Thomas said helplessly. "If you turn around and get in the car now, I won't stop you."

"Oh, what if I say no?" the Rotten Nightmare scoffed.

Thomas had already recognized the nightmare of decay.

He had also spent some time looking at Ross's wanted list - this was easy, after all, the wanted lists of all countries were public.

A rotten nightmare, ranked fourteenth on Ross's most wanted list.

He was ranked fourteenth, not because of his combat prowess, but because his hobby was simply torturing and killing women. This kind of thing, while evil, posed no threat to the nation.

The limited spots on the wanted list should be reserved for those who pose a threat to the country.

If you ask how confident Thomas is that he can kill this guy who is at the top of the wanted list in many countries and is still alive and kicking, he can only say that he has no confidence at all.

But we can't not come out, otherwise it would be all in vain.

There has to be some gain.

At least we have to get that magic sword!

"You will find that you made a wrong choice." Thomas sighed and drew his sword.

Hiding in the dark just now, he saw most of the battle.

I can only say... I don’t understand!

It was hard to tell how strong or fast the Rotten Nightmare was, but he easily killed all of Bai Lan's followers.

Also, there is another strange thing.

The battle just now was so loud that even muskets were used, but no one was alarmed.

Lights still shone from the windows of the surrounding buildings, but otherwise all was quiet.

It was as if they were in different dimensions, unable to communicate. Or, to use Thomas's previous life's words, they were simply background characters!

"Many people have said that," Rotten Nightmare laughed. "But in the end, they proved themselves wrong."

He stepped forward as if strolling in the garden and slashed at Thomas' neck.

Thomas swung his sword cautiously, blocking the seemingly random attack.

I had originally thought this was just a test from the Rotten Nightmare, the strike itself truly unremarkable, nothing special. But after parrying it, the Rotten Nightmare quickly retreated, a glint of surprise in his eyes.

"You...you blocked it?"

"Ah? Yeah." What's so strange about blocking this kind of attack? Damn, anything above normal level can be blocked, right?

But there was surprise on the face of the Rotten Nightmare at first, and then suddenly he began to laugh, and his laughter became louder and louder.

"Hehe... hehe... hahaha... hahahaha..." Then his laughter suddenly stopped. "So that's how it is!"

Thomas just thought the other person was having a mental breakdown.

Well, judging from his actions, this perverted killer is indeed a psychopath.

"I understand. If that's the case, then avoiding and hiding is meaningless. Only a desperate fight will give us a glimmer of hope!"

"You know nothing! I just want that magic sword!" Thomas complained in his heart.

Before the other party could finish his words, Thomas, who had been preparing for this moment for a long time, had already pulled out a pistol from his waist, pointed it at the face of the Rotten Nightmare, and pulled the trigger.

The distance between the two sides was less than ten meters.

Flames erupted from the barrel of the short-barreled flintlock rifle, aimed at the face of the rotting nightmare.

The moment the firelight came on, Rotten Nightmare's face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously dodged. But he was too slow, and in an instant, the bullet pierced his flesh, bringing with it a spurt of blood.

bingo!

Thomas' eyes lit up.

Unfortunately, he immediately heard the other party's roar.

The bullet struck him in the face, but missed a vital spot. A horrific gash on the rotting nightmare's cheek, the bullet gouging half his face, tearing open a large section of flesh, then swirling around to smash and tear his right ear.

The broken cheek flesh was torn away from his face, revealing the teeth inside.

Tsk... it's crooked!

There's no way, the accuracy of a smoothbore rifle is just at this level!

Next time I have the chance I must invent rifling!

This level of injury looked horrific, but in reality, it didn't hurt Nightmare at all. It didn't affect his movements, nor did it cause him fatal bleeding, nor did it even disfigure him. Yet, it made him furious beyond measure.

He had already prepared himself for close combat with full concentration, but he didn't expect that what was waiting for him was such a sneak attack that was not worthy of being shown on the stage.

Thomas didn't even waste time feeling frustrated after missing a shot. He stepped forward, threw away his pistol, and prepared for the inevitable close combat.

But the rotting nightmare in its rage gave an indescribable laugh and took a step back.

As he retreated, his figure suddenly became blurred.

How is this going?

"Did you see it?" On the city wall, the old man whispered to the tall man beside him.

"I saw it," the man replied. "How did he... do that?"

"This is the power of the Nightmare God," the old man said. "This isn't invisibility that can be detected by any magic like infrared vision, the Eye of Illusion, or the Eye of Truth. This is divine power. As long as this power is activated, even if he tap dances in front of an enemy skilled in reconnaissance, they won't be noticed. Because, subconsciously, they will block him out and forget him."

"The God of Nightmares..."

"Yes, the God of Nightmares, Marlowet!" the old man said. "Our real target!"

On the other hand, Thomas suddenly felt confused: Why am I here?

It's like what am I supposed to do? But what is it?

But the moment he reacted, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes.

Chapter 33: Fierce Battle 2

Thomas was thrown forward involuntarily and fell flat on his face.

There was a sharp pain in my back.

He rolled over, stood up, looked back, and saw the face of the rotting nightmare.

"Tsk, he's still wearing inner armor!" Rotten Nightmare was also a little surprised.

Knight Thomas was wearing leather armor under his robe, but underneath the leather armor, he was also wearing chain mail that he had bought at a high price.

But even if he had escaped with his life thanks to the double armor, the blow had been quite severe. The chain mail could block the blade, but not the impact, and the dull pain in his back told him it was at least a bruise.

The bruises weren't terrible, but Thomas' heart sank, the uneasiness and fear in his heart growing stronger.

He knew that just now, the rotten nightmare was standing behind him, leisurely choosing the most suitable position, and then raised his hand to strike.

It's like a cat playing with mouse.

At this moment, he was not even in a hurry to launch a second attack, but had enough leisure to look at Thomas's miserable appearance.

Just now, from a distance, he saw how the Rotten Nightmare easily killed Bai Lan's team members one by one.

I didn't understand it at the time - the Rotten Nightmare didn't have any special powers or skills, so how could he kill these people so easily?

But now, he understood a little.

Thomas calmed himself down and tried to lock his gaze on the other person's movements, but suddenly he felt confused.

Where did the rotting nightmare go?

Thomas stared wide-eyed, intently observing his surroundings. He saw the bodies scattered about, the carriages parked there, the lights streaming from the windows of the buildings, and a cloaked man slowly walking past and around behind him, but he couldn't see the nightmare of decay.

The situation was the same as before. The rotting nightmare was right behind him, but Thomas didn't notice any signs in advance.

His mind kept reminding him that this was a mentally disturbing effect.

Nightmares of decay can affect people's subjective consciousness.

This is the confidence that allowed him to act so recklessly and even come to the city of Kiev to hunt down an inquisitor.

Thomas originally thought that ten elite warriors would be needed to complete the assassination of Bai Lan. Now it seems that he underestimated the elite warriors.

There is a huge difference in combat power between elites.

The five (or fifteen) levels of combat power are ultimately neither rigorous nor reliable. It's better than nothing.

And this rotten nightmare is definitely the best among the elite.

This kind of extraordinary power is too terrifying. Even if he is right next to me, I would probably ignore him.

This terrifying hiding ability frightened Thomas from the bottom of his heart.

In a few seconds, maybe minutes, the fatal blow would come from the back.

Thomas kept turning his body, trying to look for threats from behind him, but he could see nothing.

There are always chink in the armor, and no armor can save Thomas.

Maybe the other party had no intention of taking action at all, but was just standing by, smiling and watching Thomas spinning around and performing monkey tricks by himself.

Thanks to that bullet just now, the Rotten Nightmare seemed to want to see Thomas go crazy with fear.

However, he ultimately underestimated Thomas.

Because Thomas found that along with his fear, he also felt anger. A deep-seated anger.

Damn it! Don't think you're the only one with super powers!

No, you can't rely on your eyes!

Thomas closed his eyes and tried his best to expand his mental power.

He discarded his unnecessary thoughts and focused all his attention on his mental strength.

I feel it! It's right to my right!

Thomas ducked down, spun his sword, and performed a spinning slash.

A groan of pain was heard from the other side, and a trace of blood appeared on the sword.

Hit! Thomas was delighted.

But the joy disappeared immediately, and the touch from the sword told him that it was not a complete hit.

The other party was also wearing armor... As expected, these days, all warriors have to wear armor.

On the ground, a discarded black cloak appeared, and it had a huge tear in it, so it had been discarded.

This cut must have been made by Thomas just now.

“How is it possible…” Thomas heard the voice of the rotten nightmare, and then he appeared in front of Thomas on the left.

He was hit by a sword just now, but it was not serious and did not affect his fighting.

"Interesting... you've actually developed a beast-like instinct?" The Rotten Nightmare smirked. "Well, no wonder, you really have that ability. But... if I do that, how will you handle it?"

He picked up the victim's weapon from the ground, specifically, a musket.

Of course, there are also supporting equipment such as gunpowder bags and bullet boxes.

Thomas was shocked.

"Wait... this is too unfair! Don't you have the dignity of a soldier?" Thomas had no choice but to speak. He said this without any confidence at all. He had just launched a sneak attack with a pistol.

"Survival is the greatest self-esteem, isn't it?" The Rotten Nightmare smiled, stepped back, and then disappeared from Thomas' sight again.

Damn, what should I do?

No, I can't do that. He interferes with my subjective consciousness and makes me ignore him.