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The sharp spear was caught by Barlow's arm less than ten centimeters from Eve's neck.

At this moment, Balo's eyes were faintly red, and his blood-boiling fighting instincts had been fully awakened.

"Charge out!" Barlow shouted, and as he swung his spear, a large-scale conflict erupted around the door.

Looking at Minnie's power of ice and fire, at the cute orange cat that had just been transformed into a terrifying golden lion, and at Balor who had just been refined and intellectual but was now completely berserk, Eve felt a sense of disbelief, and then she felt she needed to do something.

"This matter started because of me! It will naturally end because of me!"

Chapter 0257 Reaching a Consensus

Arkham Central Hospital.

With the arrival of the police, the area within a 300-meter radius of the hospital has been temporarily cleared.

The public cooperated fully with the clearing operation. This was partly because they were used to this way of life, and partly because of Los's prestige and the police officers' usual conduct. This made everyone believe that everything the police did was for their own good.

Outside the hospital, Mursi, Kur, and Wayne stood at the door, studying the situation inside.

Zeke strode over; he had just received information from Charles and Danny about Dr. Laban.

After listening to the report, Dr. Murthy said, "Perhaps this is what the young master meant by the Outer Gods that we may have to face in the future."

As one of Los's most trusted confidants, Mursi is now the core engine driving the advancement of Blood Healing. Los has bestowed upon him a great deal of knowledge, including information related to the Outer Gods and their Families.

Kur didn't frown at all: "Power that doesn't belong to this world. Logically speaking, such power shouldn't be able to function in our world."

Upon hearing this, Wayne's eyes widened suddenly: "Yes! That's exactly it!"

"What?" Kur was taken aback.

Wayne, holding a pen, drew on the blueprints in front of the three people and said, "We just studied the structure and principles of this barrier, but we overlooked one point: how does it overcome the material rules of this world?"

Upon hearing this, Murcy seemed to realize something and suddenly exclaimed, "Containment object!?"

“That must be it!” Wayne said earnestly.

Murcy then realized and said, "Yes, it must be a containment object, otherwise humans would not be able to build such a special magnetic field."

Kur roughly understood the conversation between the two, and after a moment of silence, asked, "I remember the mayor said that the Angled Dogs also possess bloodlines that do not belong to this world. If we use the Angled Dogs' special abilities, can we directly enter the interior?"

After saying this, the three of them looked at each other and immediately felt as if the clouds had parted and the sun had shone through.

"But who will take responsibility? You know, that monster only obeys the young master's orders right now." Kur was somewhat troubled.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them said in unison, "Dr. Pochi!"

Dr. Pochi, who was in charge of compiling the asylum database, has received a favor from the young master after completing his task outstandingly.

Through a special method, the young master unlocked the shackles of his mind, granting him extraordinary insight and communication abilities.

For the past few days, Dr. Pochi has been underground and rarely comes up. According to the person who delivers his food, he seems to have gotten along well with the angled dogs.

With that in mind, the call went directly to Arkham Sanatorium.

Dr. Pochi, who was taking detailed notes, heard this and his eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll be right there."

Immediately, Dr. Poch put down his pen, turned around, and frantically walked towards the basement.

After completing the construction of the asylum data, the great Lord Arkham used a special key to open a brand new door for him.

He felt that his mental potential had been greatly unleashed and that he had gained a great deal of fascinating knowledge.

One of these is communication of will.

He can communicate across racial languages ​​through his own spirit and will.

Over the years, he has been spending time with angled dogs, constantly training this ability.

After all, of the three contained objects, this mischievous little guy is the only one they can communicate with.

Dogs today are equivalent to two-year-old human children; although they are small and weak, they already possess some awareness.

At first, communication was quite difficult, but after a few days of figuring out his preferences, Pochi and he got along quite well.

He skillfully opened the door to the room forged from dragon flame steel. At that moment, the dog, whose shape was constantly changing angles, was lying lazily on the ground, looking quite content.

At first, it was a little resistant to coming in, but as Bochi was able to communicate with it and brought it fresh meat every day, it felt that this kind of life was quite good.

The door was opened again, and the Angle Dog immediately stood up, just in time to see Dr. Pochi carrying a large string of meat as he walked in.

The angled dog immediately ran over happily, its thoughts conveying, "Delicious! Delicious!"

With a smile, Pochi took the meat over and asked, "Little guy, would you like to eat more delicious food?"

The angled dog quickly finished its food, still wanting more: "Any more?"

"Do me a favor, take our people somewhere, and I'll give you even more delicious food when we get back." Pochi was like a wicked uncle who deceived a child.

"Okay!" The dog, whose thinking was not yet mature, readily agreed.

"Let's go!" Pochi said happily.

Meanwhile, inside the hospital.

Rum has been gone for an hour, and everyone looks anxious, unsure of what's going on.

After all, they had heard Rum's constant screams in the sandstorm, and they were afraid that Rum had already been killed.

“Wait, it seems the owner here is in trouble,” the perceptive Debbie suddenly said.

"How so?" Charlemagne asked.

Debbie pointed outside and said, "The yellow substance in the air is flowing faster and decreasing rapidly, and it seems to be under some huge influence, constantly generating ripples from collisions."

"The barrier has been broken? Impossible. Someone came in and fought with the invisible ones?" Charlemagne suddenly realized.

"That's not quite right either. Under these circumstances, apart from the mayor, no one should be able to fight the invisible beings in this sandstorm."

Debbie said, "It could also be Mr. Koss."

"Mr. Koss?" The old dean suddenly raised his drooping eyebrows, somewhat curious.

Debbie nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, Mr. Kos is very powerful. It is said that Mr. Kos is much more powerful than Ms. Lilith and is the second most powerful being in Arkham today."

"Who is number one?" the old dean asked curiously.

Debbie proudly raised her chin and said, "Of course it's the great mayor!"

Charlemagne transformed back into his youthful form, brandishing his Moonlight Greatsword, and said, "Let's go! This is a good opportunity. No matter who he's fighting, he shouldn't have time to worry about us right now. I have a feeling he's hiding a lot of secrets here, and it shouldn't be just the plague."

The old dean looked at Charlemagne and said, "Young knight, what you need to do now is protect, not take risks."

Charlemagne tilted his head slightly. Although he respected the old paladin, he had his own principles of conduct.

“I am not a knight, I am just a lone wolf who has just found a home, and now I want to fight for my home.”

Chapter 0258 A World of Blood

After Charlemagne finished speaking, he raised his hand to open the door, but the old headmaster Orleans spoke up: "Young knight, follow the guidance of your heart and protect your own will."

Charlemagne nodded vigorously, pushed open the door, and left.

Debbie wanted to follow, but quickly realized that her current fighting strength was just a burden.

The old dean seemed to like this smart and calm young girl very much. He smiled and said, "Everyone has their own place. Your battlefield is not there."

“You possess special powers. The people I’m protecting here are the top doctors in the entire hospital. If you can draw out those special things from their bodies, it will be a huge help to Mayor Arkham.”

Upon hearing this, Debbie's eyes lit up, and she turned to the eager crowd, saying, "I'll give it a try!"

As soon as Charlemagne left the room and stepped into the corridor, he was immediately attacked by a mob of doctors and patients who had been wandering around him like lambs thrown into a pride of lions.

At this point, it's clear that these people have begun to mutate.

The most obvious sign is that their left hands have started to turn black, and their palms are gradually folding together, turning into a greasy tentacle.

boom!

Just then, a heavy sound came from outside the window. Out of the corner of Charlemagne's eye, he could see the sandstorm blowing rapidly, and several huge winged creatures flying around in it.

A series of irritating sounds came from near and far.

"They've actually started fighting." Charlemagne's eyes lit up, and then a strong golden aura burst forth from his body.

The aura that appeared made his hair shine like the sun, like a burning golden holy fire, full of light and holiness.

"Extraordinary measures for extraordinary circumstances!" Charlemagne, with a carefree smile on his face, arched his body and then shot out like a rocket.

In an instant, these people were like bowling balls that had been knocked away, slammed aside by Charlemagne's powerful blows.

Windows, walls, ceilings, floors, corners—they're everywhere.

After passing through these people, Charlemagne went straight up the stairs to the fifth floor, the top floor of the entire hospital.

He had a vague feeling that the secret lay on the fifth floor.

The moment Charlemagne rushed up the stairs, he suddenly felt a powerful gust of sand blowing in his face.

The immense force caused him to involuntarily take a step back and instinctively close his eyes.

But in that instant when he closed his eyes, Charlemagne suddenly felt someone blowing cold air on the back of his neck.

This feeling instantly made Charlemagne's hair stand on end, and his body instinctively spun around, swinging his sword to strike.

After the cyan sword light, Charlemagne opened his eyes to find himself in a dimly lit place.

This is still the fifth floor of the hospital, but the light has become dim, and the entire hospital looks incredibly dilapidated, as if it has been abandoned for hundreds of years.

However, the strangest thing is that the ground and walls here are covered with blood, internal organs and mutilated limbs.

People's heads were hanging from the ceiling of the corridor through tentacles, which looked incredibly terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the hospital, which had just returned to normal, was transformed into a terrifying and bloody hell.

gurgling...

Suddenly, he heard a bubbling sound behind him.

Charlemagne looked back and found that the staircase he had come from was now covered in blood. The bubbles rising from the blood resembled festering sores on human skin, and a nauseating smell filled the air.

In the blink of an eye, the young Charlemagne grew up rapidly and transformed into a werewolf.

Whoosh!

Just then, ferocious, bloody claws suddenly emerged from the blood, followed by thin, humanoid monsters covered in short, blood-red hair crawling out of it.