Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Under Debbie's watchful eye, the color of these guys was gradually evolving from bright red to dark brown.

Upon seeing the two people, the group of crazed patients attacked from both sides, rushing towards them.

"Where is the hope?!" Charlemagne's face immediately tensed upon seeing this.

Debbie's forehead was also covered in sweat: "Over here!"

The two quickly ran down the left-hand corridor, and in less than five seconds, they were about to collide with the crazed crowd ahead.

At this critical moment, an incredibly intense light suddenly burst forth from the doorway beside them.

The faint golden light formed halos that pushed the frenzied crowds on both sides back quickly, preventing them from getting closer.

Faced with such light, Charlemagne froze on the spot, as if he had discovered something extraordinary, and was extremely shocked.

Just then, the door opened, and an elderly man dressed in white said weakly, "Come in quickly."

The two men snapped out of their daze and quickly followed the old man inside.

Upon entering, Charlemagne discovered about ten other people there. Although their expressions were not good, they were at least still rational.

The people here include doctors, nurses, patients, and cleaning ladies—all sorts of people.

After scanning the area, Debbie noticed that while the outer ring of the people's mental state was blue, there were already many red signs on the inner side.

Furthermore, their bodies contain a large amount of yellow substance that is slowly wriggling.

However, what's rather strange is that the yellow substance seems to be suppressed by some force, unable to further influence the minds of these humans.

At this moment, Debbie turned her attention to the elderly man in the white coat among these people.

The old man had white hair and beard, was somewhat thin, and had a hunched back.

However, you can still tell from his broad frame that the old man was a tall man when he was young.

The old man's skin was full of wrinkles, having lost all its smoothness and moisture. His eyes were covered by wrinkles, and it was even difficult to see his pupils.

The old man looked to be at least ninety years old, holding a black cane in his hand. He was frail and seemed to have great difficulty even taking a few steps.

Yet, in Debbie's eyes, this old man appeared exceptionally clean and clear.

The old man's entire body was covered in a soft golden light, somewhat similar to that of the young Charlemagne, but many times more powerful.

Moreover, this light has no sharpness whatsoever; it gives one the feeling of gentle, silent water flowing over pebbles.

Debbie was certain that it was this special light that suppressed the madness of these people and kept those yellow things away from coming near.

Compared to Debbie's prism and reason, Charlemagne's face was filled with excitement. The young man's lips trembled as he said in disbelief, "Holy...Knight!"

Chapter 0247 Iron Man Rum

The old man looked at the two men and said in a kind and gentle voice, "You two must be agents sent by Mayor Arkham, right?"

Charlemagne snapped out of his daze, quickly reverted to his original form, and said earnestly, "David Charlemagne, a subordinate of Mayor Arkham."

Debbie said, "Debbie Scar, an apprentice at Arkham Asylum."

After listening to the two men's introductions, the old man's wrinkles deepened, and he laughed, saying, "Truly, the younger generation is formidable! To be able to make the two of you so devoted to him, Mayor Arkham truly deserves to be our most outstanding and excellent mayor."

Debbie emphasized, "Please don't misunderstand. It's not that I became loyal to the great mayor after I gained my abilities. Rather, it was the great mayor who took us in, and that's how we acquired our current abilities."

Hearing this, the old man was not surprised. He looked Debbie up and down and said, "These are beautiful eyes. I haven't seen such clear eyes in a long time."

After exchanging pleasantries, the old man introduced himself directly: "I am the director of Arkham Central Hospital. You can call me Director Orleans."

Charlemagne nodded immediately. Although he was very curious about the old man's identity, he was well aware of the priorities in this form. He then asked, "Dean Orleans, do we still have a way out?"

He was interested in what had happened here and how it had happened, but talking about it now would be a waste of time.

Dean Orleans shook his head: "Not yet. It's a power I've never encountered before. It's very strange and special, completely different from any system I know. Although I can barely suppress things in the air, I can't break through what's currently surrounding the hospital walls."

Upon hearing this, Charlemagne turned to look out the window. From inside, one could see a peculiar sandstorm raging outside. From here, the entire city of Arkham seemed to be shrouded in a sandstorm, the sky turning a dark yellow, a scene of utter darkness and endless dust.

"A barrier?" Charlemagne uttered an ancient word.

Dean Orleans denied it: "No, it's more like a special kind of isolation barrier, a special barrier that doesn't belong to this world, so it can easily divide the space of this world in two."

Upon hearing this, Charlemagne said knowingly, "Indeed, the things here do not belong to this world."

“Who is that guy in the hospital? What’s his purpose?” Debbie asked.

Dean Orleans pondered for a moment and said, "Although I don't know who he is, I can vaguely deduce the organization he belongs to from this special method."

"The organization you belong to?" Charlemagne's eyes lit up.

If we know the source, we might be able to decipher this thing.

Dean Orleans said, "This kind of spell seems to originate from a very ancient and mysterious organization called the Brotherhood of the Yellow Kings."

"The Brotherhood of the King in Yellow?" Upon hearing this name, Charlemagne and Debbie both shook their heads, indicating that they did not know.

Then, Debbie said, "We have to find a way to escape from here, even if it's just one person!"

“As long as the message here is relayed, even the great mayor, Ms. Lilith, and Mr. Kos can solve the problem here.”

Dean Orleans said in a low voice, "Don't underestimate him. The person we are facing now has at least level 40 strength, which is why I can only hide here."

Charlemagne sat in the corner, and under everyone's gaze, his body rapidly shrank, transforming into a slender little girl.

After a few seconds of contemplation, the little girl Charlemagne said, "Although I don't know the specifics, I'm certain that nothing happened when we came in. In other words, he's afraid that what happened at the hospital will be discovered, so he's unilaterally sealed off the hospital. He seems to be planning something, and we can't afford to be distracted during this time."

Debbie was startled: "Is he gathering some kind of power, intending to spread this substance throughout Arkham?"

Thinking of this, the two girls suddenly felt a chill run down their spines. The little girl clenched her fists: "We have to stop him! Even if it means turning this place upside down, we have to attract attention from the outside world."

Then the little girl said, "Jike is in charge of patrolling the area near the hospital. At his pace, it takes him about an hour to complete a patrol. It's 1:40 now, so we can only bet that he's on time and that we haven't encountered any problems today."

Debbie said, "Uncle Zeke is very perceptive and has a keen sense of smell. As long as we make the slightest noise at the right moment, Uncle Zeke will definitely notice it."

The question is, what kind of ability can generate some buzz?

Dean Orleans then said, "I just tested this thing myself. It's not like a barrier, but a world. The sand and dust inside are like sharp knife tips, and the damage to humans is something that the human body cannot withstand."

"It seems that the space has been specially treated, and it is only full of hostility and aggression towards humans."

"Then send out beings that aren't human!" the little girl said.

"Not human??"

The little girl calmly said, "Rum! After he transforms, he completely breaks away from his human form, and his entire body becomes an inorganic substance in the form of steel. At that time, he has completely transcended the realm of humanity."

“But Rum…” Debbie’s face immediately contorted with pain.

The little girl sneered: "Don't underestimate the power of rum!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a heavy knocking sounded at the door.

Dean Orleans then released the golden light and opened the door.

Immediately, a group of steel figures, their entire bodies gleaming with a silvery-gray metallic sheen, stood at the doorway.

At this moment, the Iron Man's clothes were tattered, covered with blood and saliva. Although he looked somewhat disheveled, his face remained relatively calm.

“Teacher, I’m back.” Rum’s voice was calm and resolute.

“Rum!” Debbie wanted to rush up and hug him to express her concern, but she controlled her instincts because it wasn’t the right time yet.

How did you escape?

Rum walked in and said with a smile, "After I was captured, I immediately transformed and curled myself into a ball like a hedgehog. Although those madmen were crazy, their physiques were no different from normal people, and they couldn't break through my defenses at all."

"Although I was safe for the time being, I felt that these guys were becoming more and more dangerous. As the danger drew closer, my brain started to work quickly. Then at a certain point, I felt a click in my brain, as if something had been opened, and that's how my body turned out."

Chapter 0248 Iron Will

Hearing this, the crowd wasn't too surprised. Dean Orleans and Charlemagne were no ordinary people, and Debbie had just experienced something similar.

Charlemagne looked at Rum, who now seemed to have been transformed into a steel spirit, and said, "No one's physique can be generalized. People can indeed be forced to bring out more of their potential under certain extreme conditions, thereby opening some switches that cannot be turned on under normal circumstances."

Meanwhile, Orleans looked at the two children and felt that they looked somewhat familiar.

"You two were hospitalized here, right?" Orleans' memory was quite poor, so he asked tentatively.

Debbie nodded: "That was a little over a month ago. We were frightened by something."

They had been traumatized by the issue of guilty people and spent a few days in the hospital. It was through this opportunity, introduced by Sister Trish, that they changed their fate.

The old dean, Orleans, immediately remembered and couldn't help but show a look of amazement on his face.

The last time I saw them, the two little ones were thin and pale, trembling with fear, like children from the lower class.

This time, we see that the two children have actually become superhumans with special powers.

"Los Arkham, what kind of magic do you possess?" For the first time, Orleans felt a sense of curiosity about Los.

After a brief exchange, Charlemagne quickly devised a plan, the core of which was naturally Rum.

Rum showed no resistance to this dangerous plan; on the contrary, he was eager to try it out.

This time, he could finally truly help the great mayor and contribute his own strength to Arkham.

Rum nodded vigorously, his bright silver head immediately.

If the previously jet-black rum looked like a boy carved from a rough block of iron.

At this moment, Rum is like a metal warrior forged from fine steel and possessing top-notch craftsmanship.

None of them were the type to dawdle, and with the old dean's help, they immediately opened the window.

The moment the window opened, a series of howling sandstorms, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, followed.

The sand and gravel in the wind resembled countless terrifying monsters that devoured human bodies. Any human who stepped inside would be attacked by these insects and left without a trace.

Faced with this situation, Rum didn't even need to take a deep breath to prepare; without any hesitation, he simply jumped out of the fourth-floor window.

The instant he jumped out of the window, Rum felt an immense force acting on his body, as if he were walking outside during a massive typhoon, making it extremely difficult to maintain his balance.

At the same time, the sand and gravel hit his body, producing a series of incredibly dense impact sounds, as if high-speed sand and gravel were hitting a steel plate.

boom!

With a heavy thud, Rum's body landed steadily.

Having transformed into this form, his weight has exceeded 250 pounds, which allows him to maintain a very stable center of gravity even when facing such sandstorms.

Looking up ahead, Rum immediately realized that the sandstorm looked like a giant bowl covering the hospital.