Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Although they are all individuals with extraordinary powers, their systems are vastly different.

This was also the first time they had ever seen such dazzling and exaggerated freezing abilities.

“Let’s go!” Minnie led the way inside.

The three of them quickly came to their senses and followed.

The frozen corridor was perfectly safe. The three of them quickly passed through it and arrived at a place that resembled a reception room.

Just as they entered, they saw a group of soldiers floating in mid-air like ghosts.

They wore khaki armor and were emaciated, resembling mummies.

Their ancient armor was damaged, and even their weapons were rusted, but their scarlet eyes revealed their fighting prowess.

The three men paid no attention to the soldiers and launched an attack.

These soldiers had an average rank of 15 and numbered less than 20.

Moreover, they are not ghosts that are immune to physical attacks, but a special form of matter.

With his incredible speed, Ballow drew his blade, his eyes turning red, and charged forward instantly, eliminating five ghost soldiers in a single encounter.

Minnie and Mark then used their respective skills to quickly clear out the remaining soldiers.

Meanwhile, on the stage at the center of the temple, for some unknown reason, a large amount of sand had appeared.

On these sands stands a throne made of gold.

At this moment, a mummified male corpse dressed in a tattered imperial robe sat on it, looking down at the entire audience.

Meanwhile, everyone else in the opera house was expressionless, their clothes tattered and worn.

Court officials, princes, princesses, empresses, generals, and so on.

"All invaders shall die." At this moment, the mummified corpse on the throne emitted a low, venomous voice.

Immediately, thousands of soldiers appeared in the audience, turned around, and roared away.

At that moment, a young man dressed in a tattered yellow robe sat atop a chandelier suspended in the air above the opera house.

"This Arkham is indeed extraordinary. He discovered me almost at the same time that the Invisible Ones were discovered?"

Although the young man was somewhat surprised, he remained confident: "Unfortunately, the performance here is over. The last king of our lord, the Desert Emperor, has returned to this world. You can no longer destroy this place."

Outside, the four men who had just dealt with the twenty-odd soldiers hadn't even taken a step forward when they saw the terrifying soldiers surging like a flood from a desolate place.

"My God! Cat God above, what's going on here!?" Mark was incredulous when he saw this.

When Barlow saw this, he immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

At this moment, Minnie whispered, "Let's get out of here first."

As soon as she finished speaking, she flung her hands out, and a huge wall of fire appeared, temporarily blocking the ghost soldiers.

But just as the four of them turned around to leave, they discovered that the passage behind them had... vanished.

Hardy sensed something almost instantly and exclaimed, "Oh no! The space here has been shut down!"

puff!

At this moment, the soldiers, like a tsunami, had already torn through the wall of fire and rushed towards this side.

It's important to understand that while dozens or hundreds of Level 15s are acceptable, tens of thousands of Level 15s far exceed the point where quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

At this critical moment, Hardy seemed to sense something. He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed a doorknob, opened the door, and said, "Get in!"

The four of them rushed in one after the other, and closed the door when the group of ghost soldiers were within arm's reach.

call!

As the four of them walked through the door, they breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear an incredibly excited voice.

"Mr. Mark! Mr. Barlow!?"

Upon hearing the voice, the four turned around and saw a middle-aged woman looking at them as if she had seen a savior in the narrow space that resembled an attic.

This person is Eve, the director of the Arkham Theatre Company.

Chapter 0254 Yellow Eyeballs

North End, 443 Garrison Street, Madame Sanders Wax Museum.

Vik the golden monkey cautiously approached the wall with his two subordinates. After gesturing to each other, they did not rush in but instead pressed their ears against the wall to listen to the sounds inside.

"Mr. Sander, what's wrong with me?" A deep, hoarse voice faintly came from the other side of the wall.

The voice that answered was deep, steady, and mature: "Dr. Laban, nothing's wrong with you. You just didn't sleep well last night."

Vic whispered, "It sounds like Laban and Peter Sander's voices. They don't seem to be completely out of control yet. They're ready to fight."

Peter Sands, the 42-year-old owner of Sands Wax Museum, is a graduate of the Imperial Central Academy of Fine Arts. After years of working outside, the 34-year-old Peter Sands returned to his hometown and opened a wax museum.

His wax figures were so lifelike that many famous figures in Arkham had connections with this talented and handsome artist.

There are even rumors that Sander was secretly favored by two wealthy widows at the same time.

Rumors circulating among the public are always chaotic, but what is certain is that Mr. Sander is a kind, well-liked, and very talented artist.

The owners and guests of the Guardians' Apartments, Aunt Lucy's Restaurant, and Tilden Inn around the wax museum often stop by to admire this wax museum that records the culture and people of Arkham, whether they have nothing else to do or are waiting for a long-distance bus.

Vic and his two companions quietly approached the door, and just as they were about to go in, they discovered two pitch-black tentacles at the entrance.

They cautiously peered over the edge of the door and saw that Dr. Laban's body was twisted beyond recognition, covered by wildly growing black flesh.

Half of his head was submerged under the chunks of flesh, his hands and one leg had turned into tentacles, and the two tentacles at the door were growing out of his buttocks. The shape was bizarre and grotesque, and it was also extremely disgusting.

At this moment, Dr. Laban, who was already two meters tall, was squatting there with his back to the door. Although he looked very rational, the drool that kept dripping from his mouth told everyone that he was unstable at this moment.

Not far from Dr. Laban, Mr. Sander, dressed in a white shirt, black overalls, with a mustache and a side-parted hairstyle, appeared calm, but his stiffness and caution were palpable.

"Mr. Sander, please use your wax figure to restore me to my normal appearance. I hate how I look now. I shouldn't have become like this!" Dr. Laban, who had turned into a monster, whispered.

Sander cautiously stepped forward and said, “Dr. Laban, although I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you right now, if you’re in trouble, it would be a better option to go to Mayor Arkham.”

Upon hearing this, Dr. Laban trembled violently. He then abruptly raised his head, his two empty, eyeless eyes staring intently at Sander.

Sander's words seemed to have thoroughly enraged him, and a large number of black polyps appeared out of nowhere and gradually filled his eye sockets.

“Why would I need his help! I have already come into contact with a greater being! I have already received a higher gift! Yes! The eyes!”

As he spoke, Laban, whose mind had already gone mad, began to writhe again, his thick tentacles rising up and staring greedily at Sander: "Yes! It must be because I lost my eyes that I've become like this! Mr. Sander, give me your eyes! With eyes, I can return to normal!"

Sander had already noticed Vic at the door and quickly gave him a wink.

Although the two had only met a handful of times, Vic still understood the meaning behind that look in that critical moment.

Without hesitation, he launched an attack.

Three ghouls appeared and pounced on Dr. Laban.

"You lackeys of Arkham, you've taken everything from me!" Dr. Laban roared upon seeing Vic and the other two, and his tentacles twitched wildly, instantly binding the three ghouls.

Just then, Sander said, his hands moving rhythmically as if playing the piano in the air, "Go."

As soon as that word was uttered, all the lifelike wax figures in the wax museum seemed to come alive and rushed towards Dr. Laban at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

However, Dr. Laban had completely lost control at this point, and having abandoned his reason, he unleashed terrifying power.

At this moment, he had transformed into a true monster, his terrifying tentacles twitching incessantly, sending the wax figures flying while simultaneously binding Sander, who was controlling them.

"Eyes! Eyes!" Laban hissed in a low voice, and then small tentacles appeared on the large tentacle, extending towards Sander's eyes.

Sander was not a real combatant, and when faced with this situation, he struggled desperately but found that he had completely underestimated Dr. Laban.

"What exactly happened?"

It's worth noting that Sander, who previously possessed a combat strength of level 23, was significantly stronger than Laban, who was level 18.

But now, the situation has completely reversed for both sides.

At this critical moment, a blinding cold light flashed by, and the indestructible tentacles that had been binding the four people were cut off.

Everyone was immediately delighted and turned to look, just in time to see Charles wearing a black mask that covered his mouth and nose, leaving only his sharp eyes visible.

In his hand, he held a strangely shaped machete.

One side of the machete is a sharp blade, while the other side has jagged serrations. The machete seems to be able to deform and fold, because the handle he is holding is not at the end of the blade, but above the blade.

"It's definitely out of control!" Charles wasn't surprised.

A piercing, eerie howl emanated from Dr. Laban's mouth, and large amounts of dark red, foul-smelling blood gushed from the severed ends of his tentacles.

Charles shouted, "Stay away from those trainees; this mad blood is extremely corrupting."

Vic and Sander suddenly realized what was happening and quickly retreated.

Intense pain and anger overwhelmed Dr. Laban's last shred of sanity.

His completely deformed body writhed wildly as he charged toward Charles.

Charles remained calm and then took out a glass bottle.

A pair of yellow eyeballs are placed in the glass solution.

The pupil of the eyeball had completely collapsed, yet it exuded a strange, demonic aura that sent chills down everyone's spine.

The completely insane Dr. Laban froze upon seeing the eyes, motionless as if he had seen Medusa's eyes and been petrified.

Chapter 0255 is merely the price of a god.

While Dr. Laban was stunned, the ghoul lord Danny, who had been hiding in the shadows, suddenly rushed out. With a sharp gust of wind, his powerful and sharp claws pierced through the overgrown flesh and grabbed Dr. Laban's cervical vertebrae.

Then, with a sudden rip, accompanied by a spray of blood, Dr. Laban's head, along with his entire spine, was torn directly out of the twisted hole by Danny.

With the head and spine gone, the writhing body suddenly collapsed onto the ground like mud that had lost its support.

It then began to collapse rapidly, and before anyone could react, the enormous body had completely vanished, its whereabouts unknown.

"Thank you, Mr. Aubanion." At that moment, Dr. Laban's weak, yet as calm as ever, voice came from that twisted mouth.

Danny looked coldly at Laban and said, "I can crush your head anytime I want."

Dr. Laban's twisted face revealed a slight smile: "You don't need to crush me, I don't have long to live."

Danny casually put away his weapon, took off his mask, and said, "Indeed, the price of looking directly at the incarnation of a god is so heavy."

Dr. Laban's polyp-filled eye sockets seemed to reflect the container in Charles's hand, and a strange serenity gradually appeared on his filthy, distorted face.