A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Loading a matchlock rifle was a cumbersome process. You had to clean the chamber, pour in the musket, compact it, insert the bullet, and finally add the primer. In short, even a skilled matchlock shooter these days could only fire one round a minute.

Rotten Nightmare is certainly no exception!

In other words, I still have one minute!

But this kind of power... this kind of power must have its limits.

Thomas's eyes fell on the torn cloak lying on the ground.

Obviously, the interference range of this power is limited, and it will become ineffective once it leaves the opponent's body.

If we can't see him directly, can we see him indirectly through similar methods?

Thomas concentrated and looked around, then suddenly noticed the lights coming from the building next to him.

Lights…wait for it…shadows!

He focused his attention on the shadows—and easily saw his own.

Then he looked around, and sure enough, when he focused his attention on the concept of "shadow" instead of looking for the rotten nightmare itself, he saw a shadow over there.

The shadow was methodically pouring gunpowder into his musket.

The lights were dim and limited in scope, and in the distance, there were shadows everywhere to hide.

In other words, as long as the Rotten Nightmare noticed the problem with Shadow, he could just move to a safe place to continue reloading.

One chance, Thomas whispered to himself.

Only one chance.

Chapter 34: Fierce Battle 3

Thomas sheathed his sword, then picked up his musket again and began to load it.

The short-barreled musket's power and range are not as good as the long gun, but the advantage is that the short gun is easier to load bullets, and Thomas's loading technique is also faster.

Obviously, Rotten Nightmare is not the kind of person who often uses a musket, and his movements are not very skillful.

At least that's what the shadows were doing.

Although Thomas started reloading the bullets much later, both sides finished reloading the bullets at almost the same time.

The Rotten Nightmare raised his musket and aimed it at his prey. But at the same time, Thomas had already raised his pistol and aimed it at the location indicated by the shadow.

There was a bang. Two guns fired simultaneously.

Thomas fired first, and he saw the shadow tumble away, and then the force that had been disturbing his subjective consciousness temporarily disappeared. He could see the other person.

The bullet penetrated the lower part of the Rotten Nightmare's collarbone, tore through the armor, and came out from the back.

The rotting nightmare struggled to his feet, gasping for breath.

The lungs, an important organ, were not damaged, but the injury was already serious.

"You win," he said, struggling. "I've reconsidered your original proposal... maybe I can accept it. I'll just leave in a hurry."

"Too late!" Thomas replied. "That proposal is off the table."

He won this time entirely by luck. The two sides have already become enemies, so we must not let the tiger go back to the mountain.

Because the next time they meet, he still has no chance of winning.

Although he fired first, the Decaying Nightmare also opened fire.

Disturbed by the impact of the opponent's bullet, the bullet hit Thomas's leg, tearing his leather armor and leaving a deep wound.

Thomas didn't look at his wound. The fact that it hadn't triggered the self-healing mechanism of his damaged godhead indicated that it wasn't fatal.

"Don't think about it anymore?"

"Stop saying those boring things, okay?" Amidst the cramps and twitching of pain, Thomas took a step forward and drew his sword. "Now we only have two choices. Either I kill you, or you kill me...there are only these two options."

Either you die, or I die.

As they stared at each other in silence, the twisted face of the rotten nightmare gradually calmed down, and only a cold and unspeakable hideousness remained on the broken face.

"As expected, you are my destined enemy!"

He gritted his teeth, stood up, and took off the broken armor from his body.

Beneath the armor was skin also covered with tiny blisters, and beneath the scarred skin, the muscles began to slowly bulge.

The rotten nightmare hooked its arm at Thomas. "Come!"

The next second, the sacrificial knife was swung out at such a speed that it was like a thunderbolt.

But Thomas's whole mind was already enveloping the opponent. The moment Fa made his move, he had already begun to dodge.

The pain in his leg slowed Thomas down a little, and the sacrificial knife passed over his head, cutting his hair that was blowing in the wind.

Then the blade spun back, unleashing a second blow as if by magic.

Damn it, even if I could anticipate the enemy’s moves, my body wouldn’t be able to react in time due to the pain.

He could have taken the opportunity to counterattack, but because of this tiny mistake, Thomas lost the initiative.

The rotten nightmare attacks step by step.

This is the real skill of an elite warrior. His speed, strength and attack angles are all impeccable.

If you lose the initiative, you will have no way to fight back, and even defending yourself will be a struggle.

The wound of the rotten nightmare continued to bleed. It was obvious that this was not an injury that could heal on its own and needed to be bandaged to stop the bleeding. However, he still did not show any sign of stopping.

The two weapons collided several times, sparks flying.

At this moment, besides the indelible murderous intent in the heart of Rotten Nightmare, there was only a deep fear.

Is it really that powerful?

He just forced himself to erase the concept of the wound from his spiritual world, and at the same time stimulated his own limitless strength.

So now he didn't feel that he was injured at all, and he was even much stronger than normal.

But subjective consciousness is ultimately no match for objective reality.

You can temporarily ignore the pain and increase your strength, but you will have to pay a price later.

His only thought now was to use his weapon advantage to break the opponent's sword.

However, the harder he attacked, the more he couldn't help but doubt the skills he had honed for so many years.

Even though the opponent was in a very awkward position, he would always dodge my sure-kill move at the last moment.

It was as if he had some kind of predictive ability.

As expected... Has his intuition become as sharp as that of a wild beast?

And this sword...

This was also a rare and fine sword, forged from fine steel that had been tempered a hundred times. Furthermore, the skill with which he wielded the sword was beyond imagination.

He always uses special force-releasing techniques at critical moments, making it impossible for the sacrificial knife to cut off the enemy's sword.

But the same is true for Thomas.

It was the first time he encountered such a torrent of attacks, and it seemed to be endless.

He was powerful and cunning, and often attacked unexpectedly where he was least prepared.

If it weren't for the Steel Soul Secret Art, Thomas would have been a corpse long ago. In fact, even with the Steel Soul Secret Art, he felt that he was at a complete disadvantage.

My whole body is tired and numb, and I can hardly hold on any longer.

The other party showed no signs of fatigue or hesitation at all.

No! I have to use my trump card! Thomas felt his body reaching its limit.

The muscles in the body, especially those in the arms, were already groaning under the heavy load.

He knew there was something peculiar about the opponent's weapon, so to prevent the sword from being cut, he kept using force-relieving techniques, which put an extra burden on his arms.

The muscle is on the verge of being sprained... No, it should be said that it has already been sprained, and it is just holding on.

For the first time since he began practicing martial arts, he used one of the two balls of divine power he had always reserved.

Divine power poured into his body, and instantly, all fatigue and pain disappeared. Even the pain in his legs vanished without a trace.

Restore full health and full status.

Thomas continued to defend himself, this time easily blocking blow after blow.

Then he felt the opponent's weakness... The rotting nightmare had finally reached its limit.

The Sacrificial Knife's attacks were now haphazard. The Rotten Nightmare summoned all his remaining strength, like a beast in a fight, desperately squeezing out every last bit of strength to overwhelm Thomas. Like a desperate gambler putting his last chip on the line.

There was already obvious fear on that broken face.

Although he was still attacking frantically, he was already roaring hoarsely: "...What the hell are you?!"

Lightning flashed across the dark sky, and violent silver snakes shuttled through the clouds, foreshadowing the coming of a suffocating rain.

This is the end of the battle.

The Rotten Nightmare delivered a final blow, which was no longer a normal move, but a desperate final blow that left no room for dodge or block. It could even be said to be a final blow that would end in mutual destruction.

Thomas's sword suddenly turned a sapphire color. The sudden change of color startled Rotten Nightmare.

Since his mind affected his movements, his movements were naturally a little slower.

At that moment, the two roared at the same time, and the sound of iron clashing exploded between the thunder.

Thomas exerted all his strength, and the sword in his hand tore through the air, making a shrill cry.

The upper half of the sword flew into the air, flew more than ten steps, and then pierced the ground.

But the other half of the sword slashed into the body of the rotten nightmare, and the sound of the collarbone being broken was like the sound of firewood burning in the fire.

The rotting nightmare had no time to dodge, and felt the terrifying strength of the young knight's arm, which pierced through his body with cold iron.

The enormous force tore his body apart, and the broken sword that pierced through his body still had some force left, and it pierced deeply into the ground, like a nail, nailing him to the ground.

"farewell."

This was Thomas's last whisper.

Chapter 35 Success

Thomas loosened his grip, feeling his strength almost drained from his body.

Sticky blood oozed from the corners of the eyes, nostrils and ears of the Rotten Nightmare, and it must be dead.

Thomas's beloved sword broke.

Then he reached out and tried to pick up the sacrificial knife dropped by the other party... This sacrificial knife was not an ordinary weapon.

When it first appeared, it was black and inconspicuous, but after drinking enough blood, it turned into a golden glow. It is definitely a magic weapon.

At the beginning, it blocked the power of the lightning sword, and just now it was able to cut off his sword.

However, when his fingers touched the sacrificial knife, he heard a metallic crisp sound.

Countless cracks appeared on the blade, like spider webs.

The next moment, the sacrificial knife broke into countless pieces.

Holy shit, is this... a special weapon? The sword survives, the person dies. The sword breaks, the person dies?

But there is no other way.

But Thomas was unwilling to give up, so he picked up all the fragments of the sacrificial knife and put them in his pocket.

Of course, the most important thing is that Thomas picked up the magic sword from the ground.

This sword has no master. Anyone holding it can chop anyone!

This was his first time holding the sword. As mentioned earlier, the sword had a slight curve, somewhere between a blade and a saber, and was sharpened on one side.

When it is held in the hand and motionless, there is no discernible surface feature on it, and it looks just like an ordinary weapon.

But when it's swung, it passes through the air and creates an arc.

However, this level of arcing is only visual and not enough to injure people. It's probably about the same level as an electronic lighter.