Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Los casually said, "These are all minor matters. My police and helpful citizens can handle them. What I'm more worried about now is the pressure exerted here by various overt forces."

"The Imperial provinces are currently under the Queen's control, so there aren't any other problems yet. However, among the common people, there are quite a few rumors that are not good for us," Lilith said.

Los: "That's only one aspect. On the other hand, there are the major nobles and financial magnates of the empire. Not to mention, Marquis Frode, who has close ties with the Rhodes Merchant Guild, seems ready to cause us some trouble."

"In addition, White Oak Ratings has also set our market rating at 'not recommended for investment' due to the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce issue, which has many negative impacts on the city's expansion."

Lilith tentatively asked, "Should I send men to kill them all?"

Los laughed heartily after hearing this, reached out and pulled Lilith into his arms, saying, "Although killing can solve many problems, it really can't solve problems in finance and business. We can't kill all the rich people in the world."

“What we need to do now is to increase their confidence in us, which requires not only our own policies and reputation, but also the lobbying efforts of professionals.”

Upon hearing this, Lilith's eyes lit up, and she said, "Master, I think I know what to do."

"That's good. Let's go to bed."

The next morning, with dark circles under his eyes, Borg looked at the rising sun, still unable to contain his excitement.

He didn't sleep a wink last night. Although it was quiet and safe here, he just couldn't fall asleep, and he kept thinking about what he would become in the future.

And after becoming like that, how can one take back what belongs to them?

A knock sounded on the door, and the voice, which always seemed to be about to laugh, came through: "Mr. Ryuk, let's have breakfast together! After breakfast, I'll take you to Arkham Sanatorium."

Borg hurriedly turned around and opened the door, just in time to see the mature and tall Father Hearst smiling at him.

"Thank you for your help," Borg said very politely.

He chatted with Father Hearst for a long time last night, and they hit it off immediately.

Father Hearst seemed to understand his situation and his inner thoughts very well, which resonated strongly with his lonely heart.

At the same time, Father Hearst did not, like those hypocritical clergymen, ask him to let go of hatred and use love to influence others.

Instead, they genuinely offered him advice on how to face his father, how to disguise himself to deceive his elder brother, and how to seize power directly at the crucial moment.

Borg was very fortunate to have met this kind and understanding priest.

He listened so selflessly and patiently to his two-hour-long rant, and then spent another hour helping him plan for the future.

“Thank you very much for listening and giving advice last night,” Borg said earnestly at the dinner table.

Father Hearst said with a delighted smile, "Those favored by the mayor all have special pasts, and it is my duty to help them resolve their inner problems."

Seeing this genuine joy and delight, Borg felt even more deeply the greatness of the priest, as well as the strength and foresight of Mayor Arkham.

After breakfast, Father Hearst drove Borg to Arkham Asylum himself, then handed him over to Dr. Murthy, watching with a smile as Borg disappeared down the corridor.

“Father, your grin is practically reaching your ears.” A deep voice rang out.

Hearst turned his head and saw Kur, wearing a white coat, walking over with a smile.

Hearst's wicked smile, which resembled a devil's triumphant plot, grew even more unrestrained as he said, "To guide a lost child onto the path of life and help him face his true self always brings me immense pleasure and joy."

"And then what? Under your guidance, what kind of tragedy will he face in the future?" Kur knew this devil in the guise of a priest very well.

Father Hearst said with a smile, "In the future, he will kill his two older brothers, imprison his father, and in order to prevent the inheritance from falling into other hands, he plans to marry his own sister."

Hearing this, Kur clicked his tongue and said, "It's truly a road filled with bloodshed and darkness."

Father Hearst smiled and said, "It was all his own choice; I was just letting his true self come out."

During their conversation, Sheena walked over and said, "There seems to be a special problem in the French Highlands. I'm short-handed, so could you two come and lend a hand?"

"it is good."

The two readily agreed and left Arkham Asylum.

In the underground space, Borg, who had already been cleaned up, lay quietly on the operating table wearing a blue patient gown.

There were about a dozen needles beside him, and the containers at the tips of these needles contained both milky white and dark red liquids.

These liquids seemed to have a life of their own, constantly wriggling inside, which looked very eerie.

Wayne, who was keeping vigil by the bedside, smiled and said, "Relax, there won't be any danger."

The medical ward is separated from here by a large door.

With Debbie's help, Murcy carefully dissolved the drop of black blood into the fused blood, then divided the fused blood into ten portions and diluted them in ten syringes.

Debbie stared at the dark blood, mesmerized: "This is amazing."

Murthy exclaimed in amazement, "Our current technology is so far behind that of the young master. The young master only needs to process this drop of ancestral blood to make it relatively compatible with human genes. This is simply a dreamlike ability."

The drop of progenitor's blood from yesterday couldn't be directly injected. After processing it in his body overnight, Los handed it over to Murthy this morning.

"The mayor is truly amazing!"

Debbie clenched her little fists, her face flushed, and completed one of her daily tasks: praising the mayor.

Chapter 0179 The Monster of Angles

While Borg awaits his rebirth, in the Frankish Hills, at 540 Church Street, Beverly Church.

This ancient church, a classical church built in the early 20th century by missionaries from across the ocean, is located on the summit of Mont de France, in the northeastern part of the entire Mont de France region.

The church once served a deity called the King of Radiance, who, according to legend, was the embodiment of radiance and was composed of countless luminous bodies, possessing a magnificence beyond human comprehension.

A century ago, the devout believer did gain some followers through his preaching, but they were only a very small group within the complex faith of Arkham.

Forty years ago, the priest of this church suddenly went mad, causing at least twenty parishioners to disappear. The priest was then burned at the stake, and the entire church was sealed off.

The three-story church is covered with gray-black brick walls, and wildflowers and weeds grow in the gaps between the bricks, representing the desolation of the place.

The church doors and windows were boarded up layer by layer, and the mushrooms growing on the boards showed that they had been exposed to the elements for at least thirty or forty years.

This ancient and eerie church is associated with many ominous legends, and due to its remote location atop a mountain, it has been largely forgotten by the local people.

But something very serious happened here last night.

Two outsiders sneaked in, knocked on the wooden planks of the west window, and quietly went inside, seemingly looking for some valuable antiques.

Then, in the middle of the night, a scream suddenly came from here, and then there was silence.

The surrounding residents didn't pay much attention when they heard it, since hearing screams was quite normal in Arkham.

But the next morning, the children, who were used to going up the mountain to play, were given a huge fright.

When the children's parents arrived, they were immediately horrified by the scene.

Instinctively, they sought refuge in the French mountains, the witches of the Witch's House.

After witnessing the god descend to earth, and after a brief moment of reflection, they reported the incident to the police.

Sheena and the others got out of the car and looked up at the very gentle slope of the mountain.

Sixty percent of the entire Mount France area is built on the gentle slopes of the mountain.

"Ms. Sheena, Mr. Kurt, Father Hearst." By this time, the police had surrounded the entire church, but no one dared to approach.

Officer Conte was there to meet us.

The leader, Hina, nodded slightly and asked, "How is the situation?"

As Conte led the three men up the mountain, he said, "This is not good. Two officers went in to investigate but were attacked by a monster. Officer Puxi had his arm bitten off, and Officer Roll had his entire lower body bitten off."

Upon hearing this, the three men's expressions immediately changed.

You should know that this is no ordinary police officer, but a ghoul with a strength of level 20!

Upon hearing the names of these three people, they immediately quickened their pace.

The police station initially dispatched five officers, but after being attacked, they were reinforced with twenty more. They also reported the incident to the city government.

Upon reaching the mountaintop, the three of them immediately saw two policemen placed on stretchers.

Both police officers have reverted to their ghoul forms.

Pu Xi's injuries were relatively minor; he only lost an arm.

But Roll's entire lower body was gone, and his intestines were spilling out. If it weren't for the ghouls, he would have died long ago.

Kur quickly came to Rol's side and asked in a low voice, "How are you feeling?"

Luo Er was in relatively good condition at the moment, and replied calmly, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Kur looked down at the wound on Rol's waist and found that the wound was full of irregular shapes, as if it had not been bitten off, but torn off by some force.

"What kind of monster is it?" Kur asked in a low voice.

After thinking for a moment, Roll said, "We don't know either, but there's a passage leading underground inside the church, and there seems to be a door at the end of the passage. We were attacked as soon as we got close."

The medical team that came with Kur arrived at this time. After giving the two people a simple bandage, they quickly carried them away after they returned to human form.

"Where are the bodies of those two tomb raiders?" Sheena asked.

"They're all in the church," Conte said.

Father Hearst looked around the church and suddenly said, "It's from the Nighthawk's angle."

"The Night Hawk's angle?" The group was taken aback.

Father Hearst explained, "This is a theological architectural style that refers to a particular angle at the edge of the church wall."

As he spoke, he pointed to the corner where the east and south walls of the church met. Only then did everyone realize that the wall was not vertical, but was tilted outward.

"What kind of structure is this?" Kur had never seen this style of wall before.

Father Hearst whispered, “In mythology, there is a deity called the Master of Angles, who is said to exist in any angle, even traversing the angles of space and altering history in the angle of time.”

"The Nighthawk represents guarding and suppression. Generally, this style represents the suppression of things related to angles."

Upon hearing this, Sheena's heart skipped a beat: "You mean, this church is imprisoning some kind of special monster? Or does it even exist?"

Father Hearst nodded: "According to the legend, that is indeed the case."

Suddenly, Kur said, "I just examined the wounds of both of them carefully. The wounds are at a very strange angle. There is no pattern to these angles. What's even stranger is that these angles have a strange sense of three-dimensionality and complexity."

"Most importantly, at first glance, it seems as if their bodies have been torn apart by some force, but upon closer inspection, you will find that the flesh and blood vessels at those angles are arranged in an unimaginable neatness, as if they were cut simultaneously from all angles by countless sharp blades."

Sheena clenched her fists and said, "Let's go take a look!"

“This is dangerous. We should inform the young master as soon as possible,” Kur said.

Sheena said seriously, "Master is very busy and has many things to deal with. Our existence is to solve some simple problems and help Master share the burden."

Kur replied just as seriously, "Xina, I know you want to meet the young master's expectations and demonstrate your value, but you must also understand that you should not touch things that are beyond your capabilities. Our existence is the young master's property, and our death or injury is equivalent to damaging the young master's property."