Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

In this direction, the hospital wall is about thirty meters away from the edge of this large bowl.

Normally, he could sprint across that 30-meter distance in two seconds, but now he can only walk across it step by step like a normal person.

Moreover, he had to take it one step at a time. He knew very well that if he lost his balance and his center of gravity shifted, he might be blown away by the terrifying sandstorm.

"Great Mayor, grant me strength!" Rum roared, taking his first step.

It seemed that the problem had been discovered in this area, and the wind suddenly became even more rapid, emitting a series of ear-piercing whistling sounds.

Rum's face was resolute, and he walked each step very steadily.

Although the intense pounding of the sand and wind had already caused a slight stinging sensation on his skin, he had gradually come to understand the intensity of the storm here.

After taking ten steps forward, Rum, having adapted somewhat, began to quicken his pace.

He felt the pain had intensified.

Under these circumstances, even a bullet hitting him wouldn't cause him pain.

"Move! Move!" With unwavering conviction and indomitable determination, Rum unleashed tremendous power.

By step thirteen, Rum had already begun walking briskly.

Charlemagne, Debbie, and the others in the room could only pray for Rum, hoping that the great mayor would protect him.

By the time Rum took his fifth step, they could no longer see his body.

“Rum will be alright! He will!” Debbie kept whispering.

Amidst the terrifying sandstorm, Rum had already taken thirty steps. At this moment, he had covered two-thirds of the distance, and victory was within reach.

But at that moment, the master of this sandstorm finally sensed Rum, this movable block of iron.

A transparent figure arrived like the wind; it was the Unseen One who had met with Barn and the others.

As he looked down, a dark glint flashed in his eyes: "I really underestimated you. You actually discovered the blind spot of this Sandstorm Bottle so quickly, and you even have someone who can exploit this loophole!"

"It's a good thing I came to check, otherwise you would have really ruined things here!"

As they spoke, the invisible beings swept across the sky and hurtled towards the ground.

Rum on the ground seemed to sense something. His eyes widened in horror, and he unleashed all his strength, starting to run at full speed.

"Invisible erosion." The invisible being that approached squeezed Rum's hands together forcefully.

The next second, Rum's running body suddenly froze, and then his body seemed to be pierced by countless sharp steel needles, and a large amount of blood mist sprayed out from his entire body.

Bright red blood flowed continuously from his skin, turning Rum into a blood-soaked figure in just a few breaths.

"No!"

Feeling horrified and pained, Rum became insane and ferocious.

The injustices he suffered since childhood kept flashing through his mind. He yearned for opportunities, for learning, and for just a little bit of light and warmth.

However, this cruel society gave him no chance. Despite his hard work and struggle, he still received no recognition or appreciation from anyone, except for Debbie, with whom he depended on each other.

Then, they met the great mayor, under whose protection they felt care and warmth they had never experienced before.

"For the mayor!!!"

The horrific pain had twisted Rum's mind; the immense force had ripped his steel muscles apart, leaving his skin torn and bleeding.

But he no longer cared about all that.

He was even willing to give up his life for his beliefs.

Because this is precisely the time when he needs to demonstrate his value.

Chapter 0249 I'm just an ordinary postman

At this moment, Rum, who had resigned himself to death, unleashed tremendous power, and a large amount of blood gushed from his skin, making him look like a fountain spewing blood.

However, at this moment, he still did not give up running, and even ran faster.

"Has this kid gone mad?" The Invisible One hadn't expected Rum to be so crazy.

His main focus wasn't on this right now; he didn't want to get distracted by fighting anyone. He just wanted to keep this guy trapped here.

But unexpectedly, this guy unleashed such terrifying power with such determination.

At this moment, Rum had run to within two meters of the edge.

At that distance, he could get out with just one powerful lunge.

Faced with this situation, the Invisible One sneered: "Unfortunately, people's greatest despair comes when hope is within easy reach."

As he spoke, he immediately waved his arm.

Instantly, five tentacles extended from beneath his sleeve and wrapped around Rum's blood-soaked body.

The immense force then propelled Rum from less than two meters to five meters from the edge.

"No!" Rum roared, struggling desperately.

His body rapidly transformed into countless blades to attack the tentacles, but to no avail.

The difference between the two is too great. If the Invisible One wanted to use its true power and kill him, Rum wouldn't even last five seconds.

Click!

Rum's legs and arms transformed into bizarre, angled shapes before plunging into the ground to immobilize his body.

However, the tentacles possessed terrifying power, which could only slow down the dragging speed.

As the furrows he had plowed into the ground grew longer and longer, Rum showed no sign of giving up, desperately using every means at his disposal to grasp at that elusive hope.

"I like crazy people, but I don't like people like that among my enemies."

Seeing Rum like this, the Invisible One seemed to see his younger self, so he prepared to kill him.

Rum felt immense pressure instantly transmitted from those terrifying tentacles.

This terrifying pressure acts directly on his bones and internal organs through his own steel-like body.

quack!

In less than two seconds, his ribs were crushed, and a feeling of intense suffocation followed.

At this critical moment, a strange creature with wings suddenly descended from the sky, followed by a flash of cold light, and the tentacles that were squeezing Rum were severed.

With his willpower already somewhat clouded, Rum mustered his last bit of strength and looked up.

He only vaguely saw a middle-aged man with dark skin dressed in black standing on a winged monster.

At this moment, the middle-aged man said with certainty, "Young man, your perseverance and willpower deserve the highest praise."

After saying that, Rum felt himself float up, and then the middle-aged man flung him away.

With a metallic crash, Rum landed on the ground, covered in blood, and saw the bright sunshine and the azure sky.

He knew he had come out on his own.

At that moment, Gikton, who was patrolling the hospital, spotted Rum outside the hospital wall.

He immediately ran over in alarm, urgently asking, "Rum! Rum!? What happened!?"

Rum coughed up blood as he said, "Uncle Zeke... there's an enemy in the hospital. He has a plague that turned everyone into zombies... He wants to... destroy Arkham..."

He fainted right after he finished speaking.

At this point, more people gathered around, along with other patrol officers who had come after hearing the news.

Zeke immediately realized the seriousness of the situation: "Get Rum to Arkham Asylum immediately, and issue a warrant to seal off the entire hospital."

After a pause, Jike reminded everyone: "No matter what happens, do not enter the hospital. Stay outside the walls, and no one is allowed to enter or leave."

"understand!"

Today, Arkham's police system possesses a very strong mobilization capability.

The police then split into three groups.

Two policemen took Rum to Arkham Sanatorium.

The two police officers immediately notified the police station via a phone from a nearby shop.

The remaining police officers immediately began evacuating the citizens and guarded the hospital entrance to prevent others from entering.

Meanwhile, inside the hospital.

The invisible being standing in the sandstorm looked down at the severed tentacles, then raised its head, its face gradually turning ashen.

"What are you doing! Do you know what you've done! You idiot!" As he spoke, the invisible being's voice gradually turned into a loud roar.

At this moment, Whictor, the postmaster of Arkham Post Office, sat there quietly and said calmly, "Of course I know. I'm protecting my town from being destroyed by madmen like you."

Awooooo!

At this moment, the monster beneath Director Whickert continued to emit strange roars.

The monster looked extremely strange and ferocious. It resembled an enormous bird with a neck like a vulture, and its head and chin were covered with black horny armor. Its eyes were not visible; only a large mouth full of fangs could be seen.

It has three pairs of wings, one pair near its head, one pair near its body, and one pair near its limbs.

Its lower body is different from other birds, having a primate-like lower body and no tail.

Although its legs look thin, they are full of power; if it stands up completely, it is as tall as two adults.

It has a bald neck like a vulture, and the front half of its back is covered with sharp black spikes like steel needles, while the back half is covered with a horny carapace like armor.

The monster was crouching there, and Whickert stood calmly on the back half of its body.

When the unseen being saw this monster, his face turned incredibly ugly, and he let out a sharp roar: "Impossible! This is impossible! You blasphemer! Blasphemer! How can you summon the messenger of the Great Lord!? Who are you!"

Whitaker said calmly, "I'm just an ordinary mailman who wants to spend the rest of my life here in peace."

"Damn blasphemer! You summoned the messenger of the Great Lord, yet you dare to aid those heretics and interfere with the descent ceremony of the Great King in Yellow!?"

When confronted by the invisible one, Whitfield calmly replied, "The King in Yellow I believe in is not the same as what you madmen hope for."

"To me, you are the most despicable blasphemers. It is you crazy beings who have turned the great God of Shepherds into an evil god that everyone hates. It is also you lunatics who have forced us ordinary believers to hide our faith!"

At this point, Whickert's face darkened: "Blasphemer, you will surely die today!"

Chapter 0250 Storm Meeting

Now that Arkham has a very good telephone network, news from the hospital quickly reached the ears of those who needed to hear it.