A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

It only generates electricity when it hits something.

The harder the collision, the stronger the generated current. If it collides with an ordinary weapon, the electricity can be enough to penetrate the hilt of the sword, which is supposed to be insulated, and shock the opponent to the point of numbness.

Just an impact generator.

Of course, this applies not only to weapons, but also to armor and shields.

In short, if you get hit by the lightning sword, even if you don't die, your whole body will be numb and you won't be able to move. Then it will be easy to deal with.

In addition, its sturdiness and sharpness are also remarkable.

As far as weapons go, it's excellent... in fact, it's amazing.

Anyone using a melee weapon will suffer a great loss against it.

Thomas sheathed the Thunderbolt Sword. The sword had a slight curve, so it could fit into a normal scabbard.

All that remains is the head of a rotting nightmare.

Ranked fourteenth on the wanted list, the reward is about... one thousand or two thousand florins?

What a pity, Thomas sighed, he couldn’t collect the reward.

If I accept this reward, I will lose the magic sword I just got.

The magic sword was worth at least fifty thousand florins. Fifty thousand versus two thousand, the difference was obvious.

In addition, inside the carriage, Bai Lan was still alive. Outside the carriage, Rotten Nightmare was dead.

That way, the Christians wouldn't be enraged... the whole thing would end there. The mastermind's plan wouldn't be accomplished.

Besides, Thomas had just seen how the Rotten Nightmare dealt with the prisoners - their tendons were cut by the sacrificial knife.

Even in Thomas's time, tendon rupture was still a condition that could only be treated through surgery, and if the patient was an athlete, it could end their athletic career.

This is not a question of martial arts skills, but a question of disability.

Bai Lan's career as an inquisitor probably ends here.

A disabled person cannot be a judge.

Thomas circled around again, erasing all traces of himself.

The Rotten Nightmare successfully attacked the Inquisitor, then was killed by a passing knight. The entire incident had nothing to do with Knight Thomas of the Sunflower Knights. Therefore, there shouldn't be even a trace of Thomas here.

Thomas was about to leave when he suddenly had an idea. He looked inward and examined his damaged godhead again.

Then Thomas was shocked.

Because a ball of divine power was consumed just now, there should only be a ball of divine power around the broken godhead at this moment.

But now... there are at least forty groups floating here!

There were so many that Thomas didn't even have time to count them all.

Not only that, the sacrificial knife was floating above the damaged godhead.

How is that possible?! The sacrificial knife had clearly been shattered into pieces in reality.

But on the side of the damaged godhead, a thing appeared that was exactly the same as the sacrificial knife.

This was not a real object, because when Thomas tried to touch it, he found that it, like the damaged godhead, was in an untouchable dimension.

A bean-sized raindrop fell and landed on my cheek.

Thomas shuddered and returned to reality from that trance.

Time is running out.

If we delay any longer, a patrol team or something will probably show up.

The rain began to pour down, and Thomas disappeared in the rain.

But there were two figures, braving the heavy rain, appearing on the battlefield after the massacre.

"Mithra bless you!" The old man's body was shaking with excitement. "Quick, quick! Nothing else matters, the blood of the rotten nightmare, quickly collect the blood of the rotten nightmare!"

This wasn't difficult, because even though the Rotten Nightmare was dead, blood was still oozing from its body. Now, if I squeezed it a little, a small stream of blood would flow out.

There's more blood in the human body than anyone imagined.

After all, humans are eighty percent water.

The tall man collected a lot of blood in a leather bag.

"Ahhh..." the old man said. "I almost thought this was impossible... I didn't expect... I didn't expect..."

A completely unexpected surprise.

Originally, confirming the identity of the Rotten Nightmare was a success, but now not only did he confirm his identity, he was also killed in the process.

They didn't know where the knight came from, but he killed the Rotten Nightmare in a one-on-one battle.

Can we only say that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers among Christians?

The two men braved the heavy rain to collect blood, but in the end, no more blood could be squeezed out of the wound of the rotten nightmare.

"My lord, this should be enough, right?"

"That's enough, that should be enough," the old man said contentedly. "The blood of the High Priest is very precious."

"A lot of rainwater got mixed in."

"It won't have much of an impact," the old man said. "Let's get out of here."

"In the car... the judge should still be in the car? Do you want one?" The man made a knife-waving gesture.

"No rush, there are plenty of opportunities." The old man thought for a moment. "Besides, there's no point in killing her now, as the murderer has already been beheaded. Even if the Church wanted revenge under these circumstances, it lacked sufficient motivation, let alone the Grand Duke's support."

"Oh, all right," the man said. "Go back quickly."

"Most of the necessary preparations are complete, but the Noble Blood is more problematic than expected," the old man said. "Go to the dungeon and release the child. He's of no use to us. He doesn't have the Noble Blood in him. God knows where his bloodline originated."

The two figures disappeared in the rain, and the endless rainstorm washed away everything in the world.

Chapter 36 Sword and Knife 1

It rained heavily all night and stopped at dawn.

Thomas returned to the base in the morning and nothing seemed to have changed.

Thomas left his exhausted mount to the groom and returned to his room.

It was normal to spend the night outside in such heavy rain, and Thomas's absence from home did not arouse any unnecessary suspicion.

It was peaceful until noon.

During this period, someone came every morning with orders from the superiors.

But maybe because of the heavy rain last night, there was no rain today. Everyone was happy to have a half-day break.

At noon, Thomas heard a commotion outside.

He walked out of the room and saw that most of the team members were gathered in the yard, some of them were talking and making a lot of noise.

"What happened?" Thomas asked loudly.

"Master Thomas!" Someone came over from the crowd. It was Janos. "Something big has happened!"

"how?"

"Inquisitor Bai Lan... was attacked last night and seriously injured. Also, it's said that the missing child has returned. Someone brought him to the Grand Duke's residence at dawn."

The "lost child" naturally refers to the Grand Duke's nephew.

"Ah!" Thomas was half genuinely surprised and half pretending to be surprised.

However, there must be some secret deal going on. If the Archduke secretly paid the ransom... that would make sense.

"Who would dare to attack an Inquisitor...and the others?"

"Last night, those who went home to spend the night on their own were fine, but all those who followed the Inquisitor to the temporary camp died," said Yanos.

Some people in the team lived just outside of Kiev or even in the city, so after completing a day's mission they could take a flight home to spend the night - these people survived.

The rest all became innocent souls killed by the sacrificial knife.

"Seriously injured?" Thomas muttered to himself, then looked at everyone else, all of whom had expressions of complete disbelief.

Who is Bai Lan?

He was an outlier in the church, a formidable figure among the inquisitors, and a formidable opponent.

Not to mention she also has the famous magic sword - with that sword, she is an elite combat force.

A man like this could actually be attacked and severely injured? It was hard to believe. But this was news brought by a companion, witnessed with their own eyes, so it couldn't be faked.

"Then...what should we do?" someone said quietly.

Even though everyone was acting as their own, like private soldiers, in theory, they were all members of the Knights Templar.

Their official identity is the Inquisitor's entourage, protecting and cooperating with the Inquisitor.

But then again, being seriously injured doesn't mean death, there's still a chance he can come back.

But now… everyone’s eyes were on Thomas.

After all, he is the only official member of the Knights here.

"Everyone, disband. Until the Inquisitor returns, follow the old rules," Thomas said. "I'll go and find out the official situation."

"Yes!" a group of people responded.

Thomas turned around. He said so, but he didn't want to ask.

Bai Lan probably won't be able to come here anymore.

Having a severed tendon is already a serious injury, and the sacrificial knife is a magical weapon...it can absorb blood and cause a drying effect on the wound.

Even if it were placed in Thomas's previous life, it would be impossible to recover.

As for this world... we can only rely on magic.

However, unless she was the illegitimate daughter of the Grand Duke, Thomas didn't think Bai Lan had this chance.

After leaving the house, Thomas naturally would not foolishly go directly to the Knights. Instead, he brought his things to the edge of the small swamp and met Gandalf again, who was still struggling with something unknown.

Anyway, there was a strange smell in his cabin, and God knows what he was doing.

As always, Gandalf didn't give Thomas a chance to look inside the hut, and locked the door behind him as soon as he left.

"Aragorn, how's your training going?"

“I think I’ve got it,” Thomas said.

Gandalf looked at Thomas, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. And a little bit of anger - the kind of anger at Thomas for not fighting back.

With such talent, he is not interested in becoming a magician... I can only say that it is fate that plays tricks on him.

"Do you want to take the next step? That'll have to wait a bit, I've been quite busy these past few days," Gandalf said. "But overall, there's not much to say. Keep accumulating knowledge and strengthening your mental strength... Different techniques in the Steel Soul Secret Art require different levels of mental strength. There's no point in teaching you now."

"Um, Gandalf... Master," Thomas said. "I have a few things I want to ask."

"Oh?" The old magician raised his eyebrows.

Thomas pulled the lightning sword from its scabbard and danced with it a few times.

Electric arcs shot out, and the old magician's eyes lit up immediately.

"Magic sword?!" He reached out and snatched it from Thomas' hand, then looked at it carefully.

"What a good thing...what a good thing...where did you get it?"

"An unexpected opportunity. Master Gandalf, this sword gives me a question... Look at the hilt. The style is definitely from our time. Can we still make similar weapons in our time?"

"Similar? Of course." The old magician smiled. "It's just that the materials are hard to come by."

He examined the magic sword. "The raw material is good, but the craftsmanship is... a little too crude."

"What material?" Thomas asked curiously.

"I won't charge you for this little question," Gandalf replied casually. "In short, it's the remnants of the old times."

This answer surprised Thomas, but it seemed normal when he thought about it.

"This sword, I guess, originated from a... thunderbird?"