A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

But on the other hand, the battle is not that simple.

Five beast ghosts rushed towards Thomas, while the others pounced on the other four.

In other words, pounce on the nearest mercenary.

A familiar wave of magic web was heard in the air, and Thomas saw a ball of light suddenly appear in the sky, and a powerful magic enveloped it.

The beast ghosts screamed, their eyes unable to block the glare of the light, and they lost their sight and moved slowly. But they still rushed forward regardless, using hearing and smell to guide themselves.

The mercenary chopped off the head of a beast ghost with his sword, but another beast ghost had already pounced on him.

He made the wrong choice, or failed to react and dodge in time. In any case, he held his sword horizontally to block the opponent's mouth.

With a snap, the beast ghost opened its mouth and bit the sword. Its strong jaw muscles and sharp teeth actually bit off the steel sword.

A crossbow arrow shot out and hit the beast ghost in the eye, and another arrow pierced through the brain.

The beast ghost fell before it could do more damage, but it couldn't withstand the next one rushing up.

One after another, a dozen beast ghosts knocked the mercenaries to the ground.

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Chapter 54 Beast Demon Lord 1

These monsters began to tear the human body apart with their mouths full of sharp teeth.

Their bite force can break a steel sword, let alone the mercenaries' clothes and armor.

Amidst the screams of agony, the mercenary was torn to pieces.

But the beast ghosts didn't gain any advantage. The next second, powerful magic enveloped the area. Strong acid appeared out of thin air, pouring down from the sky and turning into mist.

The magically synthesized strong acid was sprinkled on the beast ghost, producing an immediate effect.

These monsters should be very sensitive to pain, and their eyes are injured, so they don't dodge or evade, but continue to bite their prey in the acid mist.

As a result, when they wanted to escape, it was already impossible.

Most of the beast ghosts' limbs were corroded by acid, leaving only bones.

Without muscles and tendons, he couldn't move even if he wanted to, and could only waile and wait for death in the acid mist.

Only one beast ghost that looked particularly strong rushed out of the acid mist and rushed towards the ascetic monk and his servants.

The servant fired again, hitting, but to no avail.

This kind of monster is ineffective unless you hit its vital points.

The beast ghost flew into the air and swung its sharp claws to deliver a brutal attack.

Thomas was able to easily dodge the attack because he was an elite warrior. This servant, however, was clearly far from elite. Furthermore, he had no armor, so the beast's claws inflicted a horrific wound on his neck.

As blood gushed out, the man screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

But this also gave the ascetic the opportunity to cast a spell.

The ascetic stretched out his hands, and magical flames burst out from between his fingers, burning everything.

The beast ghost struggled painfully in the flames, waving its sharp claws wildly and hitting the ascetic monk.

The ascetic stumbled back, blood flowing from the wounds torn by the claws, staining his robes red. Finally, his heels hit something unknown, and he sat down on the ground, unable to get up.

This is serious injury.

If he received emergency medical help, there might still be hope of saving him, but in this situation...he was already beyond saving.

Thomas himself didn't carry any first aid supplies. They were all in the saddlebags on his horse.

So his attention immediately turned to the strange man.

Now, there are only two people left here.

That woman didn't count. In fact, she had been hiding among the mounts during the battle just now, and she must have been frightened.

The strange man walked towards Thomas and finally stopped about ten steps away.

Thomas sensed a dangerous aura.

This distance is already within the range of his spiritual field.

His spiritual power sensed something. This guy… this guy… there seemed to be something inside him, filling up, expanding, overflowing from within, like an invisible air current, entwining his body.

With that man as the center, the air around him seemed poisonous, emitting a terrifying malice.

Very strong... His intuition told him that this was the strongest person Thomas had ever seen!

Stronger than the Nightmare of Decay, stronger than the Raven, maybe even stronger than Gandalf.

He exuded a penetrating aura. Even though he was standing still, this dangerous aura gave people an extremely uneasy feeling of danger, even making their hair stand on end.

"Who are you?" Thomas asked. "Those two who led us here...are they your men?"

If possible, Thomas didn't want to fight such a strong opponent because it was unnecessary.

"He's not human..." a voice rang out. Thomas didn't need to turn to know it was the ascetic monk who spoke. "Our target this time... is a Calamity-grade nocturnal creature! Known as the 'Beast Lord'!"

Disaster level?

Nocturnal species?

Thomas groaned inwardly, knowing that he might have won the jackpot.

Fate, this cruel bitch, has given me a gift that I am probably unable to bear.

"It took the combined efforts of the Kingdom of Hungary and the Church to eliminate most of the beastmen and trap him here. This monster can freely transform humans into beastmen... If we let him go, the entire world will be in danger!"

"He has no followers or followers now... Warrior... Kill him..."

The ascetic monk said this, obviously thinking of trying everything possible.

He didn't think Thomas could win.

But as long as you cause a certain amount of damage to the Beast Lord, you will make a profit.

"Oh, you mean those two?" The Beast Lord grinned. "Those two bastards just wanted to use me to kill travelers and get their own money. They're just weak, incompetent, and inferior."

"I like you more than them!"

"You have excellent physical fitness and powerful moves. Compared to those worthless trash, you are more suitable to join 'us'."

“Turn into that kind of monster?” Thomas sneered.

"Monsters? Haha... You're right, in a sense they are monsters." The Beast Demon Lord shrugged. "But have you ever considered how wonderful it would be to become 'us'? These are just inferior products, lacking in quality. They can never grow into powerful beings. They're nothing but cannon fodder and trash. But if it were you, I could give you the best transformation method. With your physical qualities, I guarantee you'll gain power far beyond theirs, even comparable to mine."

"Power?" Thomas' eyes flashed.

"That's right," the Beast Lord continued. "For example, your immortal body, the ability to heal most injuries, and physical abilities surpassing those of a human... You will no longer age, but will forever maintain your most perfect form."

"Compared to us, mortals are merely inferior beings, like rats in the gutter. Even those who excel, like you, still face the challenges of aging, declining strength, the inability to heal broken limbs, and the inability to push past physical limits. The human body is ultimately too inferior."

"So, are you willing to waste your exceptional qualities? Are you content with this fragile shell? Rather than becoming trash after aging, joining 'us' is a far better option. There's the possibility of further transformation and sublimation!"

What a joke... From this guy's mouth, it seems that there is not just one, but a group of these monsters?

In other words... a traveler from another world?

It seems like a joke, but it is really a joke that makes people laugh.

However, Thomas knew very well that these were all considerations for the future. For him, the most important thing was to find a way to get through this safely.

I have to say, if he is not lying, then the other party's proposal is indeed tempting.

It can transform humans into monsters, and once a monster becomes a monster, it possesses powers superior to those of humans, becoming something like a vampire or a werewolf—immortality and the ability to regenerate the body.

But this temptation does not exist for Thomas.

Because he is not an ordinary person.

He has a damaged godhead, but at this moment, he still has more than twenty groups of divine power.

Moreover, this transformation obviously comes at a price. If you fail, you will become a beast ghost no different from a wild beast.

Thomas could rely on his damaged godhood to become stronger without any side effects, so why would he make such a choice?

In addition, Thomas felt that the Beast Demon Lord valued people with strength, and it was obvious that he had an attitude of mutual respect.

On the contrary, others are bluntly called garbage.

In other words, the more you demonstrate your strength, the better the other party's attitude will be.

No matter what you choose, it seems best to fight first.

Chapter 55 Beast Demon Lord 2

"Interesting...but why don't you come up with something real? How can anyone believe you if you just talk about it?"

The Beast Demon Lord was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"That makes sense." He smiled and began to walk slowly towards Thomas.

"Aragorn," the severely injured Ascetic shouted from the rear. "Don't worry. Although the Beast Lord is a Scourge-level beast, it is a ruling type. Its danger lies in its ability to transform humans into beasts, making it weak in combat!"

He watched the battle in the distance, but his eyes were fixed on Thomas.

Is this God's will?

In this randomly assembled team, is there a warrior who is at least an elite level?

It must be God's will!

Originally, this battle had no chance of winning, but with the addition of an elite warrior, the chance of winning changed from "no" to "very small".

So, when he heard the Beast Demon Lord say those words, he completely understood what he should do.

We must never allow such elite warriors to become beast demons.

If successful, the Beast Lord could pose a threat to the entire country. Otherwise, it could at least be severely damaged.

God is merciful and always gives people opportunities, but He is also fair and will not do things for you. This is a manifestation of the Lord's mercy and power.

God has already given mankind sufficient grace and wisdom to resist corruption.

Therefore, the fall of mankind is entirely its own fault.

"Don't believe the lies of these old remnants..." he shouted.

On the other side, Thomas had already fought with the Beast Lord.

The Beast Demon Lord was not unarmed. He had an extra weapon in his hand, a whip blade.

On the flat mountain ground with only a small amount of snow and mud, the two people dodged and moved, avoiding each other's sharp blades.

After the first fight, the Beast Demon Lord knew he was wrong. His weapon was long, so he was at a disadvantage in close combat.

The Beast Lord tried to distance himself, but Thomas held him tightly, not allowing him to retreat. Facing Thomas's fierce slashes, the Beast Lord blocked with his whip blade.

Blade against blade, the sound of metal collision resonated between the two weapons, and a series of sparks flew.

The power of the Thunder Sword is completely ineffective.

The electricity, enough to numb a human's entire body and render them unable to move, had no effect on the Beast Demon Lord. It was hard to even say he felt the shock.

Fortunately, although the power of thunder and lightning was ineffective, the magic sword itself was still strong and sharp, and it was reliable. After repeated collisions, there was no problem. It was more than enough to withstand this level of force.

However, Thomas's arms couldn't hold up against the sword, which held no pressure. The force of the whip blade lifted the magic sword, sending it flying upward. Thomas was forced to step back. The whip blade stabbed down like a spear, and after Thomas jumped out of the way, it effortlessly pierced the rock he had been standing on.

Debris flew in all directions.

"The fighting power...is not strong?" Thomas retreated, swinging his sword to block the larger flying rocks. "Is this what you mean by not strong?"

As expected, a charlatan is a charlatan. Even the punctuation marks in what he says cannot be trusted.

He is at least 20% to 30% stronger than Thomas, and weighs much more.

His reaction speed and explosive power are at least half as fast as Thomas's.

There are also combat techniques that are completely different from those of ordinary beast ghosts, which are difficult to predict and full of skills and experience.

Furthermore, it undoubtedly possessed the same terrifying vitality as an ordinary beast ghost. In other words, a few blows to non-critical areas would not be a problem at all.

"God will give you strength!" the ascetic shouted. He panted and looked at the battle ahead.