A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"You pagans, you actually killed our dearest brothers and sisters on our land!" I don't know who shouted this.

The crowd immediately became commotion.

An old man with a white beard appeared in the crowd and slowly walked to the front. He looked at these pagans and his captured compatriots with blood in his eyes.

Countless eyes followed his gaze and gathered here.

Thomas was at the front, bearing the brunt of the attention. So much hostility and malice that goosebumps rose on his skin.

"Herds, you're killing people here. You'd better give a convincing reason..." the old man said slowly. "Otherwise, I'll let you witness our judgment!"

Thomas glanced around and felt the eyes of his subordinates behind him focused on his back.

If it is not handled properly, it will be a bloody battle.

No matter how elite his men are, they are too few.

Two fists cannot defeat four hands, and a hero cannot defeat a large number of people. Facing these hundreds of Star-Moon believers, it is hard to say how many of them can survive.

Even if he could come back later, even with the Grand Duke's army to take revenge, the dead are gone.

"I'm here on the orders of the Grand Duke!" Thomas replied. "Capture the bandits! The evidence is irrefutable; these people are all bandits and their accomplices!"

"If you want to see the evidence, here are the records of how they sold and divided the stolen goods!"

"So what? This is our territory!" The old man showed no sign of backing down. Instead, he shouted, "They are all brothers and sisters of the Star-Moon Cult! Even if there is a trial, it shouldn't be your turn!"

Your territory? This is Kyiv, the territory of the Rus!

Thomas glanced at the other person. These Crescent Moon believers had come here in droves for business, gradually gathering here. But they seemed to have lived too comfortably, forgetting that this was the land of the Russians.

Perhaps this world did not have the dozen or so Russo-Turkish wars, so these Crescent Moon believers did not know the horror of the Russians.

The Crescent Moon Cult's approach of respecting us if you are weak and not respecting you if you are strong doesn't work in front of the Russians.

It doesn't work in front of Thomas!

Chapter 44 Assassin 6

The other people around, instigated by the old man, naturally would not give in because of Thomas' words.

In fact, the malice in those eyes grew stronger and stronger.

This is purely for the sake of causing trouble!

This old man is probably the leader of this Star-Moon Cult community, or at least one of the leaders.

He must have sensed the danger.

If this evidence were brought before the Grand Duke, the Crescent Moon Cult would have a hard time in Kiev. Besides, patrols would be coming here every few days.

In the past, the community was exclusive and the Duke didn't bother to pay attention. Now that I find this kind of business is still going on here, it's different.

Thomas took a deep breath and sneered at the sky.

Fate is indeed a fickle whore. It may smile at you just now, but turn its back on you in the blink of an eye.

"So what do you want?" Thomas asked the old man in front of him. "Speak out!"

"Hand over your weapons first!" the old man shouted.

“Okay,” Thomas said, walking a short distance forward.

"You two." The old man winked at the two burly men closest to him. "Give up his sword."

Two strong men strode towards Thomas.

One of them walked with a machete in hand, while the other one, though not holding a knife, also looked very alert.

It is obvious that both of them are extraordinary.

The two men came closer, and the one with empty hands tried to pull out Thomas' sword.

But before he could touch it, Thomas had already done it and pulled out the sword himself.

The unarmed Crescent Moon cultist immediately drew his scimitar, while his knife-wielding companion slashed at Thomas.

Thomas' target was the man holding the knife. When the swords collided, the man's body shook and he felt numb all over from the electric shock.

Thomas, without any intention, cut the man's throat with a single stroke, then turned around and slashed at the second man, who had just drawn his sword.

Swords clashed again.

The same scene happened again, exactly the same as before, and the throat was cut instantly.

The Thunder Sword is just that awesome.

After Gandalf's transformation, its appearance changed drastically. It was no longer half sword and half knife, but a standard long sword.

Moreover, when it dances freely, it will not emit dazzling arcs of electricity.

But the effect of impact power generation is still there, and seems to have become stronger.

So it is particularly effective in plotting against people.

Blood splattered.

Thomas suddenly stepped forward and rushed towards the old man.

The other side panicked and forgot to retreat. Only a Crescent Moon believer rushed forward, waving a scimitar, trying to resist Thomas.

The swords collided again, and the throat was cut in an instant.

Thomas put his sword to the old man's neck.

The sharp sword blade only made slight contact and cut the skin of the old man's throat, and a few drops of blood rolled down.

The changes are so fast that many people are still struggling to catch up.

The main reason was that Thomas defeated the three enemies too quickly.

Basically, they are killed instantly upon contact, leaving no room for struggle.

When everything was over, all the Star-Moon believers were stunned by this sudden change.

In just a moment, surrounded by so many people, these pagans actually dared to kill people?

The old man's lips trembled slightly, and Thomas felt his body shaking.

Faced with the threat of death, no one is not afraid.

But he was in a difficult situation, so although he was afraid, he still looked at Thomas fiercely, his eyes full of resentment.

If looks could kill, Thomas would have died at least ten times by now.

"Let go of Elder Bahador!" someone shouted.

"Kill these infidels!" others shouted.

"Outrage, infidel! Lay down your weapons!"

"Cursed pagans!"

There were all kinds of shouts, layered over each other, like waves.

Of course, Thomas, who was in the center of the wave, paid no attention.

Angry shouts cannot kill people, only swords can kill people.

However, faced with such a loud noise, the other team members were intimidated and did not rush to support Thomas for a while.

"You!" the old man called Elder Bahador shouted in a muddy voice. "Kill me if you dare!"

Thomas smiled contemptuously.

I could feel the old man's body trembling in my hands.

Death is a real thing. The three people who were twitching in death just now are now slowly moving.

"Kill me!" the old man said. "Just like you killed them!"

He stretched out a bony hand and grabbed the sword.

Thomas's hand trembled, and he immediately cut open a large piece of flesh.

Blood immediately gushed out, and the old man didn't dare to move because of the pain.

"stop!!"

"Let him go!!" The crowd around let out a series of exclamations.

They now believed in Thomas's determination to kill, because if the old man had moved even slightly, the sharp blade could easily have cut a major blood vessel.

However, Thomas was not afraid at all, because his spiritual field had already found and avoided the old man's vital blood vessels.

Thomas smiled, holding the old man hostage, and looked around.

This old man is indeed a leader of great prestige and status, and also the best hostage.

"Now, get out of here!" Thomas said, making a face at his subordinates, signaling everyone to leave.

Everyone came to their senses and slowly walked over with the captives and spoils.

As expected, the Star-Moon believers did not dare to intercept them and automatically made way for them.

Thomas took the old man hostage and walked all the way to the outside of the town.

The Star-Moon believers followed closely, but they just followed, and none of them moved.

Everyone's mounts are outside the town.

The old man named Bahador stared at him with a ferocious and terrifying face, but did not make any other struggle.

Coming to the mounts, everyone put away the spoils and captives, ready to leave at any time, and then looked at Thomas.

Thomas moved his sword away and slapped the old man's face with his hand full of contempt.

"Old man," he said in a cold voice. "Don't give me that. Do you really think you have any special privileges here?"

This is an era without white leftists, and your tactics won't work now.

If the Grand Duke is really angered, everyone here will die!

The Russians were known for their barbarity and ferocity, and were no strangers to massacres.

"I'll let you go this time. I won't report your stupid behavior. But if I hear about it next time," Thomas said, "I promise that slaughtering you will be as easy as killing pigs and dogs!"

Then he jumped on his horse and rode away with his men.

After getting on the horse, he turned back to look at the old man. The hatred in the old man's eyes was as strong as fire.

Of course, besides hatred, there is also fear.

Chapter 45 Final Reward

After returning to Hagia Sophia and handing over everything he had obtained, Thomas was received by the presiding judge the next day.

The presiding judge was obviously surprised that this matter had achieved results so quickly.

After all, it is very difficult to find such an assassin in the city, someone whose appearance and characteristics are unknown.

Most importantly, he did not give Thomas many manpower and resources.

Thomas did not use the only document proving the mobilization of personnel and returned it intact.

Based on the testimony of the relevant personnel and the evidence already obtained, it was preliminarily determined that the head did indeed belong to an Assassin assassin.

For the Knights, it was considered a successful elimination of a hidden danger.

In addition, we also dealt with a group of minor robbers, which was extra good news.

The presiding judge was in a good mood, having received a steady stream of good news recently. So after signing Thomas's appointment documents to Knight Commander, he chatted with him for a while longer.

"Your Excellency, Chief Judge...you mean...I have to stay where I am for the time being?" Thomas was a little frustrated. He had originally planned to use the opportunity of his promotion to return to the Knights' headquarters and rely on the Hagia Sophia for more divine power, but he hadn't expected this plan to be rejected.

"I'm sorry, Thomas. You know... your transfer at this time would be very noticeable. Everyone would think the Knights are unfair and taking advantage of someone's misfortune," the presiding judge said. "Especially given Inquisitor Bai Lan's great achievements."

"Great achievement? She is not..."

"Hush... You know, she's injured," the presiding judge said. "It was done by the Rotten Nightmare, the one on the wanted list! However, the Rotten Nightmare was also killed on the spot by a passing knight! Both the Church and the Grand Duke have been searching for that knight for a while now, but he clearly doesn't care about fame; he's a noble man, so I'm afraid we won't be able to find him for the time being."

That knight is right in front of you! Thomas curled his lips but said nothing.

It is hard to say whether the purpose of looking for the mysterious knight is to thank him or to retrieve the magic sword.