Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

"This monster looks absolutely terrifying," Nado shouted.

Lunjie, standing to the side, scoffed, "Why don't you look in the mirror and see what you look like? You're much uglier than that."

As it spoke, the monster mask's mouth gradually opened, then emitted a series of strange low growls, before rushing towards the five people at an extremely fast speed.

David growled, "Split him up! Bite off his limbs first!"

"it is good!"

Immediately, the five high-level ghouls scattered and rushed towards the monster from all directions.

David suddenly leaped up, spread his arms, and strangled the monster's head, preventing it from moving around.

Immediately, Lunjie, Nado, and the others touched the monster's limbs and, like a pack of hyenas hunting a lion, bit directly at the monster's tendons.

Sharp, menacing fangs instantly tore through the monster's flesh.

*Crack!*

"Damn it! This bone is so hard, it's hurting my teeth!" Nado yelled after taking a few bites, his mouth full of blood.

Just then, the monster cried out in pain, and its mask suddenly opened its mouth, bursting out a large amount of blood.

"spread!"

David roared, but it was too late.

The terrifying blood explosion was like a powerful bomb, blasting all five people away.

In that instant, everyone clearly heard the sound of their bones shattering.

Chapter 0228 The Ancient Holy Knight

The enormous impact propelled the five people in five different directions. Upon landing, they clearly felt their broken bones shifting and grinding against each other due to the impact.

The strongest of the five, Nado, used his still-useful right arm to pull out a signal gun and fire it into the sky the moment he landed.

"How is everyone?!" Nado struggled to sit up and asked in a low growl.

"To be honest, I don't feel comfortable saying anything from the bottom of my heart." A hoarse voice came from behind. Nado looked in Lunjie's direction and immediately saw that Lunjie's arm had pierced his chest at an odd angle.

“That really is heartfelt talk,” David retorted, struggling to his feet.

Having died once, they are not afraid of death. Coupled with the special constitution of ghouls, they can still maintain an optimistic attitude even when facing such pain and desperate situations.

At this moment, the five people struggled to their feet and turned to look by the moonlight. They could see that the monster, which had just experienced a blood explosion, was now somewhat weak.

The silver-gray wolf head mask was covered in blood, and its limbs, with their tendons severed, could no longer support its body and were teetering on the verge of collapse.

"You stupid dog! Come with me tonight to enjoy the moon!" Nado said in a rough voice, then let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh.

Awooooo!

The monster seemed unable to withstand Nado's provocation and immediately let out a high-pitched wolf howl.

“What is he yelling?” Nado turned to David and asked.

David touched the blood on his face, frowning, and said, "It sounds like a distress signal."

"This lone wolf, who can it turn to for help?"

thump!

At this moment, Lunjie's struggling body collapsed weakly to the ground, his arm bone piercing his chest, seemingly damaging his heart while piercing his lung.

"Hey! Lunjie! Lunjie!" his companion shouted loudly.

Nado struggled to run over and shouted, "Hey! Idiot, you can't die yet!"

"I'm a little sleepy," Lunjie said groggily.

Nado immediately said, "Quickly use the method the mayor taught us to stay rational!"

"What is 10007?! Keep subtracting from it."

"Fuck! Nado! Lunjie only knows addition and subtraction within 20!" Lunjie's companion yelled.

David's eyes scanned the darkness, and soon he spotted a figure approaching from the nearby woods.

"Warning! There are others!" David shouted, coughing up blood.

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, thin man emerged from the woods.

In the moonlight, it was impossible to see what the person looked like; one could only vaguely make out that he was wearing tattered burlap clothes and carrying a broken burlap sack on his back.

He was very tall with long, thin limbs, and looked somewhat like Mr. Kos from the tattoo parlor.

David and his companions couldn't see the man's face clearly, but they could vaguely make out a stained iron helmet under the tattered hood.

"Who are you?" David asked loudly, holding his breath.

They're ghoul police officers, not the type to waste words with others; they'd rather take action than talk.

Unfortunately, their current condition is indeed not very good.

The man seemed not to speak, but walked straight to the monster's side, looked down at it, and then his cloudy, scarlet eyes under the hood locked onto David.

David tensed, enduring the excruciating pain as he braced himself, preparing for battle.

But just then, David felt his vision blur, and then the monster leaped right in front of him.

puff!

The gaunt hand was like an incredibly sharp blade, piercing David's chest with lightning speed. He could even feel the gaunt hand gripping his heart.

David tried to struggle, and his brain began to issue commands. At that moment, a screeching sound came from David's broken bones as his severed arm, accompanied by a whooshing sound and splattering blood, struck the head of the two-meter-tall monster.

The tall, thin, strange man was very agile. With a slight dodge, he easily dodged David's attack and casually squeezed David's heart in his hand before leaving.

At this critical moment, accompanied by a piercing long howl, a dark shadow carrying the sound of wind rushed over like an arrow and shot towards the tall, thin strange man.

The tall, thin man immediately sensed a threat, released his hand from his heart, and nimbly somersaulted backward to dodge the attack.

David breathed a sigh of relief as his heart was released. He looked up at the newcomer, a tall, burly werewolf covered in thick hair.

This werewolf is different from other werewolves; in its werewolf form, it looks more like a human, with a straight back and no hunchback.

He was also wearing a very proper white shirt and black vest.

The strangest thing was that he was holding a very ancient broadsword.

The broadsword was about the width of an adult man's palm and about 1.2 meters long. It had special characters engraved on it and its material seemed to be an old bronze sword.

“Mr. Charlemagne.” David breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the man, then slumped to the ground, exhausted.

The visitor was none other than David Charlemagne, the current heir of the Charlemagne family and a former patient from the mental hospital, number 03122.

Four days ago, he had already undergone the transformation by the blood of the ancient god Los, which greatly improved his abilities and physical qualities. He was then officially discharged from the hospital and became a member of the Arkham Defense System.

David and his companions had met this ancient nobleman with the same name as them several times, and had even served as guards for the Queen together, so they were quite familiar with him.

David Charlemagne has now reached level 39, making him one of the top combatants in Arkham.

At this point, Charlemagne was displaying his werewolf personality.

Although he has a werewolf personality, his inherent aristocratic demeanor and temperament remain unchanged, making him appear quite strange.

Charlemagne, now in his werewolf persona, had grown to 2.2 meters tall. Standing before the five police officers, he was like a small mountain, giving them a great sense of security.

Charlemagne subtly shielded several people behind him, and said in a deep, intellectual voice, "Well done. Mayor Arkham has a good group of subordinates."

Upon hearing this, the five ghouls felt a surge of pride.

At this moment, the tall, thin, strange man also sensed the threat posed by Charlemagne, his scarlet eyes fixed on him.

Charlemagne raised his bronze broadsword and whispered, "Darkness, madness, filth, suffering—yet the light that has not left me through all this, the great elf who protects the soul of the paladin, the moonlight that guides my people through countless despairs and darkness!"

As he chanted softly, countless silvery-white rays of light condensed on the bronze sword.

Immediately, the bronze sword transformed into a lightsaber that shimmered with moonlight.

Chapter 0229 The Guilty Knight

The lightsaber was so bright in the darkness that it didn't feel dazzling at all; its soft light was like countless fireflies gathered on it.

As he waved his hand, one could even see specks of light scattering in the air, as if countless sprites were attached to them.

Seeing this scene, the five seriously injured people even felt their pain soothed by the gentle light.

At this moment, Charlemagne, the werewolf wielding the Moonsword, stepped forward and looked at the tall, thin, filthy man: "Leave now, there's nothing for you here."

The tall, thin, strange man stared at Charlemagne, then gave no response or made any sound; even his jumps and landings seemed weightless.

In the blink of an eye, the tall, thin monster had leaped in front of Charlemagne, his long, thin arm silently reaching for Charlemagne's neck.

Charlemagne abruptly stepped back, precisely dodging the attack, and then slashed at the tall, thin man with his Moonlight Greatsword.

when!

With a piercing sound, the blade of the Moonlight Greatsword was actually blocked by the tall, thin, strange man's arm, and the two collided, producing a metallic clanging sound.

"Is this guy's body made of iron?" David asked, looking utterly shocked.

The strikes of a level 39 expert are not something that ordinary steel can withstand.

Charlemagne wasn't surprised that his attack was blocked; he seemed to know a lot about it.

The moment the greatsword clashed with the arm, Charlemagne lunged forward, his other hand clenched into a fist, and punched the tall, thin monster in the chest.

With a muffled thud, the monstrous giant, who could easily block the Moonlight Greatsword's attack, was knocked back by the punch and took two steps back before regaining his balance.

At this moment, Charlemagne seized the opportunity presented by this opening, and changed his slashing motion with his Moonsword to a thrusting motion.

With a spurt of blood, the Moonlight Greatsword pierced his chest.

Pierced by the giant sword, a large amount of blood gushed out, but the tall, thin, strange man remained silent as if he had no vocal cords.

At this moment, the tall, thin, strange man gripped the sword blade with both hands, suddenly stepped back, and turned to run away, ignoring his injuries.

Charlemagne allowed him to escape directly and did not continue the attack.

As the tall, thin, strange man left, he passed by the monster and seemed to reach out to take the wolf-head mask with him.

“Mr. Charlemagne!” David hurriedly reminded him.

Charlemagne held the Moonsword in front of him and then suddenly swung it forward.

In an instant, a cyan sword light burst forth, directly causing the tall, thin, strange man to stagger.