Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Los laughed and said, "If you feel too weak, you can go to Arkham Asylum for further rehabilitation."

Sheena immediately shook her head and said, "No!"

“Master, I hope that everything I receive is earned through my own efforts, not because of your kindness. Your love and compassion have allowed this stray dog ​​like me to integrate into such a big family, so I must demonstrate my worth in order to be worthy of your blessings.”

Looking at Sheena, whose eyes were filled with unwavering determination, Los nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that his caring older brother had done a good job.

"Very good, I happen to have an important matter to entrust to you."

Los then explained his plan to Sheena: "To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, I'll have Minnie cooperate with you this time, and she'll be under your control for the time being."

"At the same time, you should also let Minnie get familiar with our operating style so that she can integrate into it as soon as possible."

Sheena solemnly accepted the order: "Yes!"

Chapter 0208 The Escaped Prisoner

Lewis cautiously surveyed his surroundings, fearing that those damned cops would find him and drag him back to that damned place.

Lewis, now 42, has been serving seven years in Long Blue Prison, during which he has suffered extensive darkness and abuse.

Beatings, excessive labor, etc.

He felt that these seven years had subjected him to all the suffering he was supposed to endure in his lifetime.

He had been planning for seven years, and finally seized the opportunity at midnight today, escaping through the secret passage he had dug over those seven years, successfully breaking free from that hell.

Wearing old worker's clothes, he stood in the mountain stream, looked up at the sun, and his wrinkled eyes were filled with warmth and comfort.

This is the feeling of freedom.

"It should be four o'clock in the afternoon now, and I am currently in the mountainous area southeast of Haisen City."

Lewis possesses an innate sensitivity and talent for time, numbers, and distance.

"I ran all the way here, crossing rivers to shake off the scent of the police dogs. I ran about 80 kilometers in 14 hours."

“Following the Miskatonic River, you can easily reach Arkham.”

His purpose in coming out this time was to visit that city shrouded in legend and mystery.

He knew very well that those guys would never let him go easily, and now in the Rosas Empire, only that chaotic Arkham might be a safe haven for him.

"I heard that something seems to have happened over there recently, and it's a chaotic time."

With these thoughts in mind, Lewis continued forward with heavy steps.

Seven years of intense labor caused him to suffer from lumbar disc herniation and cervical spondylosis at the age of 42, but it also gave him a fairly good physique.

However, running 80 kilometers non-stop has brought his body to its limits.

"Hysen is a relatively important transportation hub, located in the middle of the Bolton Mountains, with eight railway lines passing through it, and it is also a transit point between Arkham and the provincial capital."

"There are three ways to get from Heisen to Arkham: by land, by boat along the Miskatonic River, and by train."

“If I continue along the river like this, it will easily attract their attention, but I am still about 120 kilometers away from Arkham. Given my current physical condition, it is not realistic to walk there.”

He had only eaten some wild fruit during his escape and now desperately needed to replenish his energy.

"We must find another way to get to Arkham."

“I don’t have much time. As an important prisoner, the prison and those people will respond quickly. Within 48 hours, my portrait will be sent throughout the entire Massa province.”

"Twenty kilometers to go, we must reach Howling Town before six o'clock tonight."

Wuthering Heights is located in a rare basin in the middle of the Bolton Range, where tea and wheat are produced. Due to their good quality and considerable scale, it is not only a trading post, but also a place where ships, trains, and cars dock and load and unload goods.

Although Lewis was physically exhausted, his eyes were filled with determination.

He wants to escape, he wants to gain his freedom, then develop his own power, and finally carry out his revenge.

For his wife and his unborn child!

The thought of the hatred within him fueled Lewis's inner energy, propelling him forward at breakneck speed.

At 7 p.m., a passenger ship makes a brief stop at the port on the southern edge of Wuthering Heights before continuing its journey to its final destination, Arkham, in half an hour.

There weren't many people on the ship, but it wasn't a good number either; there were about a hundred people in total.

The people here are a mixed bag, including well-dressed upper-class people, cowboys in canvas clothes with cigars in their mouths, and some tough guys who don't look like good people.

Among these people, a group of five strong young men dressed in black suits and carrying suitcases disembarked from the ship.

Faced with the five people, the people on both sides quickly made way, as if avoiding a plague.

"Who is this guy? So arrogant?" asked a burly man wearing a fedora, with thick body hair and a cigar in his mouth.

The person next to him glared and said, "This is a member of the Charlemagne family, don't you know?"

The burly man took off his cigar, picked up a bottle of liquor with his other hand, and downed half of it in one gulp, casually saying, "Never heard of it. Is it famous?"

"This is the most powerful family in the province of Massa!" the young man emphasized.

The burly man picked up his cigar again, exhaled a puff of smoke, and scratched his slightly disheveled hair under his fedora: "Charlemagne sounds familiar, but I've forgotten."

Watching this guy puff on a cigar, take a swig of strong liquor, and chew betel nut, the young man sighed, "Hey Ai, are you really not afraid of death? If you keep going like this, you'll die of a terminal illness in less than three years."

"It doesn't matter, there's no point in living anyway," said the burly man named Ai.

"So you're going to Arkham to die at this time? I've heard that Arkham is full of monsters!" the young man said mysteriously in a low voice.

The burly man grinned: "That's perfect."

In the darkness, amidst the dense cargo containers, Lewis cautiously lurked in the shadows. He needed to infiltrate the ship and get it to take him to Arkham—it was the only way.

"Almost there! Almost there!" Lewis carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to find a box to hide in through the shadows.

Soon, he found a box that was used to transport tobacco.

Just then, five young men dressed in black suits passed by carrying suitcases.

Lewis turned pale upon seeing the insignia on the five men.

"Impossible! How could the Charlemagne family be here?! Did they find me?" Lewis felt as if his heart had been squeezed.

Lewis's stiff body immediately caught the attention of the five men.

The young man leading the group turned his head slightly and, by the light of the moon, caught a glimpse of Lewis's aged face.

"Wait." The young man stopped abruptly.

"We've found a wanted criminal. Arrest him." The young man said in a cold, robotic tone.

Upon hearing this, Lewis's hopes of escaping death were instantly dashed.

But he had no intention of surrendering. He had come this far, and he absolutely could not give up now!

As five men surrounded him, Lewis mustered his last strength and ran toward the river.

He would rather gamble with that one sliver of hope than return to that hellish prison.

He planned to jump into the Miskatonic River and then drift downstream!

But just as he reached the riverbank, he was suddenly stunned.

Because at that moment, more than a dozen hideous and terrifying monsters suddenly appeared on the river.

Chapter 0208: Faking Death Fails

While in prison, Lewis heard that a large number of terrifying monsters had recently appeared in the province of Massa. These monsters looked like fish and often came out of the water to attack humans.

He didn't quite believe such claims; he was more inclined to believe that a group of robbers disguised as monsters were trying to mislead him.

But now, the instant he first saw these hideous creatures, he knew that these were not things that humans could disguise themselves as.

He was certain that these guys were definitely not human.

At this moment, Lewis found himself in a dilemma. Behind him were pursuers, and ahead was a dead end. Caught in the middle, he was forced to the edge of a cliff.

Just as Lewis hesitated, the young man in black behind him casually took out the relevant weapons from the boxes they were holding.

The weapons these young men carried varied in appearance, including short swords, daggers, hooks, and gears.

Although they look different, you can vaguely tell that these weapons are all made of something similar to muscle tissue.

Because these weapons not only possess the cold, hard texture of metal, but also the elasticity and flexibility unique to muscles.

The five youths moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye they were already beside Lewis. The leader casually flicked his wrist, and a black shackle was firmly locked around Lewis's hands.

"Damn guilty knight!" Lewis couldn't help but mutter under his breath upon seeing this.

Unshackled, Lewis could only crawl on the ground like an insect, trying to move.

Meanwhile, the arrival of the landing monsters, accompanied by terrifying roars, had plunged the entire dock into chaos.

"Fish monster! Fish monster!"

Sharp, panicked cries rose and fell, and the workers who had just been responsible for moving the goods dropped what they were holding and ran away.

The passengers on the ship also began to stir violently.

"Start the boat! What are you thinking about! Start the boat now!"

"The monster is coming! Close the hatch!"

"Put the suspension bridge back!"

"Where are the guards?! Where are the guards?!"

…………

The ship's captain seemed to be experiencing something like this for the first time. After a brief moment of panic, his first thought was to get away from there as quickly as possible.

So he quickly ordered the cargo hold doors closed, the escalators retracted, and then sped away from that damned port.

At this moment, no one cares whether the passenger ship has left or not.

The once orderly dock was now almost deserted, leaving only five black-winged youths wielding strange weapons and locked in combat with the dozen or so fish monsters.

Lying on the ground, Lewis watched helplessly as the ship gradually departed, his last hope utterly shattered.

He struggled desperately to break free of these damned restraints, but unfortunately, he didn't have the strength.

boom!

A ferocious fish monster had its chest shattered by an unknown force, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily beside Lewis.

Before Lewis could even get a good look at the fish monster, a pungent, nauseating fishy smell hit him.