Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Throughout the process, Minnie clearly felt the slippery substance travel down her esophagus into her stomach and adhere to the stomach wall.

Most importantly... she could clearly see that thing wriggling.

"What did you feed me?!" Minnie asked in a low voice, her face contorted with unease.

Mason put away his metal whip and smiled slightly: "The larva of the macrophage worm."

!!!

Upon hearing this, Minnie's face turned green.

"Don't worry, as long as you obey, the larva will behave itself. But if you don't, it will frantically drain your entire body of its energy. At the rate at which this larva drains, it will only take five minutes for you to become a dried-up corpse with only skin and bones left."

As Mason spoke, he inserted his withered, scarred hand between Minnie's high breasts: "And it will burst forth from you, nourished by your nutrients."

Minnie asked through gritted teeth, "What exactly do you want to do!"

Now that Mason had completely taken control of Minnie, he stopped being coy and said directly, "Feed the messenger well, and then we will use the messenger's special ability to enter directly beneath Mount France."

“Ancient God Dungeon! There’s an Ancient God Dungeon at the foot of Mount France!?” Minnie was shocked.

Mason said calmly, "There are many things you don't know. We're here to retrieve something. After that, you'll leave with me. There's no point in continuing to run Arkham now. This city is about to face destruction, and then the Old God will be reborn from these ruins."

Minnie was struck by a thought; she realized that Mason seemed unaware of anything about Los Arkham.

Beneath her still-shocked facade, Minnie knew it was time to accept Lilith's suggestion.

Although her pride, which was hidden in her blood, had made her very hesitant about this decision, she now had no other choice.

She knew clearly what a crazy and terrifying group Mason represented, and she also knew that the person who disgusted her would not let her go.

In fact, Mason came here this time to act on his orders.

"I'd rather choose Los Arkham than any of you!"

Chapter 0182 Police Squad Annihilated

After confirming that the existence beneath the church was far beyond their control, Sheena hurriedly left to report to Los.

Meanwhile, Culvin took Father Hearst to the sanatorium to treat the problem with his hand.

The mountaintop was completely cordoned off under the leadership of Officer Conte, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, as they all had their own work to do.

The summit of Mont de France fell silent once more.

With two policemen guarding the entrance to the only road leading to the mountaintop, Conte sighed, "It feels like the approach of that giant monster has awakened many things that have been dormant in Arkham."

The policeman standing nearby chuckled: "So what if we wake him up? As long as the mayor is here, we have nothing to fear."

After listening, Kanter nodded easily, casually took out three cigarettes, handed them to the other two, and lit one for himself.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Conte said, "Tonight I'm taking you to Litai Bar; their cocktails are really special."

"Great!" The two policemen's eyes lit up.

Although both of them are ghouls, their current daily routines are no different from those of normal people, and because they were once human, they still have many human habits.

For example, smoking, drinking, and getting perms.

The three chatted and laughed for a while, when suddenly one of the ghoul policemen exclaimed, "Who!?"

When Kante realized what was happening, he quickly turned around and saw an old woman in a gray robe, accompanied by another voluptuous and sexy woman, also wearing a hooded robe, who had appeared in front of the three of them at some point.

Kant gripped his gun tightly and whispered, "Ladies, it's dangerous up there. Please leave immediately."

The old woman slightly raised her head and glanced at the three policemen.

In that instant, Kanter, with his keen perception, saw deep coldness and malice in it.

It seemed as if this old woman was hostile to all humans.

"I hate the police the most!" the old woman said coldly.

The moment the voice fell, the two policemen beside her sprang into action, punching the old woman directly.

The old woman remained motionless, but a gust of black wind swept by, slicing the two policemen's bodies so badly they were covered in blood.

The two policemen were startled, realizing that the old woman was more powerful than them.

Awoo!

With two inhuman roars, the two instantly transformed back into their original forms, brandishing their claws and charging at the old woman once more.

A hint of surprise flashed in the old woman's eyes: "A ghoul? Or a high-grade one that can transform into human form? This is a top-quality tonic for the envoy!"

After saying that, she suddenly raised her hand and squeezed hard.

The black wind changed direction and directly severed the necks of the two ghouls.

"No!" Upon seeing this, Conte's eyes widened in horror, and he instantly pulled out his pistol and fired a burst of shots at the old woman.

These two were in the same group as Kant, patrolling and carrying out missions together every day. After spending so much time together, they had become good friends.

"Go quickly!" the detached, grotesque head said with difficulty to Kant.

Meanwhile, the other ghoul's head emitted a piercing scream.

Upon hearing this sound, the ghouls above looked down.

The squad leader immediately ordered, "You three! Split up and escape in three groups! Go report to the mayor! The rest of you, follow me and engage them!"

The old woman was completely unfazed by Conte's shooting. Looking up at the ghouls on the mountaintop, she said happily, "This human is yours! I'm going to go catch food for the messenger."

At the mountaintop, before the police could even escape, the old woman Mason had already gracefully arrived, saying with a sinister smile, "Not bad! Although I don't know where that brat mayor got so many high-level ghouls, it certainly makes things much easier for me."

After saying that, she suddenly waved her hands, and countless black winds appeared.

But this black wind also brought with it terrifyingly high temperatures.

"Kill!" Knowing they couldn't escape, the ghouls instantly formed a circle, their faces contorted with ferocity as they engaged in a desperate fight.

A level 40 superhuman attacking a group of level 20 ghouls—that's a massacre.

A black wind, carrying intense heat, began its frenzied slaughter, while the police began their final battle.

Braving the intense heat and their melting bodies, they relentlessly attacked the witch, fulfilling their final act of loyalty.

Unfortunately, the huge difference in strength meant they even managed to touch Mason's clothes.

However, Mason was somewhat surprised: "They really are a group of loyal ghouls. It's a pity that you will never see your master again."

Not far away, Kant stared in disbelief. Although this group of people were not human, they were indeed his friends and colleagues with whom he spent every day!

"Damn witch!!" Kant roared, ready to charge at the witch and fight her to the death.

But the next second, he found his body rapidly freezing.

Click!

Almost the instant it froze, his entire left arm was torn off by that voluptuous and sexy woman.

Then the woman reached out and grabbed his neck to prevent him from speaking.

“Go tell Arkham to watch out for the monster behind the door.” A voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz reached Cont’s ears.

Before he could even react, he was frozen solid and then casually tossed off the cliff by Gaminessa.

At the mountaintop, after killing the last ghoul, Mason gathered the twenty-odd people together and casually broke down the church door.

At this moment, Minnie walked up unhurriedly, shaking her frozen arm and saying, "Sorry, the human body is too fragile. It broke with just a casual swing. I guess he's fallen down now and turned into a pile of ice shards."

Mason, seeing no suspicion, casually said, "Compared to humans, the envoy prefers these familiars. Since this is a high-level sacrifice, this arm should not be included."

"All right!"

As Minnie spoke, she casually tossed the frozen body to the ground, where it instantly shattered into pieces upon impact.

…………

Inside the city hall, Los was still engrossed in handling official business.

Financial reports, civil affairs reports, birth rate reports, related policies and benefits, personnel allocation, operating budgets for newly established departments, progress reports for various projects, and so on...

In this current situation of manpower shortage, almost all of these matters require Los's review and approval.

After finishing processing the twenty documents at hand, Los leaned back in his chair, feeling utterly hopeless: "I really want to live the carefree life of those spoiled brats!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Sheena rushed in and began to report to Los.

Upon hearing this, Los pondered and said, "We've finally come to this point. Something has happened that the police can't handle... even Father Hearst is injured."

"Master, how should we handle this?" Sheena asked.

Los stood up and said, "It seems I should go and see for myself. Let's go!"

Chapter 0183 Father God's Redemption Society

At this moment, Kanter felt his whole body stiffen, cold inside and hot outside, and his skin had lost all feeling, especially his severed arm, which was bleeding profusely.

But none of these injuries could stop him from moving forward; his grief and hatred were driving him ever onward.

"We must tell the mayor about this!"

"Absolutely!"

Kant gritted his teeth and continued forward with difficulty.

But just then, a mocking voice came: "How loyal you are, even at a time like this you're still thinking about reporting to your master?"

Upon hearing this, Kanter turned around abruptly and saw a tall, slender young man with long, light brown hair leading more than ten people, who had appeared behind him at some point.

"Who are you?!" Kant asked with difficulty, leaning against the tree.

The young man leading the group said with a condescending attitude, "We are the saviors of Arkham, the fathers who gave you new life, and your one true God in the future."

After hearing this, Kante scoffed: "You? Your hair is as long as a rope, and the texture is like the corset on the diaper of the homeless man next door, which is full of filth and excrement. It's disgusting and filthy."

The young man leading the group frowned slightly upon hearing this: "The Arkham police are quite humorous."

As he spoke, the young man raised his hand.

The burly young man behind the youth clenched his fist forward.

Ah ah ah

A piercing scream rang out as Kanter's left leg was crushed into a bloody pulp.

Bones shattered, blood splattered, and Conte's entire body convulsed in pain, yet he remained leaning there, refusing to fall.