Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

"Kill! Kill! Kill everyone!" A voice filled with resentment came from their mouths, and then these monsters leaped up and charged at Charlemagne.

Charlemagne remained calm as he raised his Moonlight Greatsword and swung it in a slash.

The monster that pounced on them didn't look strong. It was shattered by Charlemagne's slash and turned into countless drops of blood that splattered in the air, much of which landed on Charlemagne's body.

Seeing his black fur stained red with blood, Charlemagne frowned slightly, sensing that something was amiss.

More monsters appeared at this moment, but Charlemagne calmly continued to wield his sword and kill them.

"This feeling... it doesn't feel like a state of mental emptiness, nor does it feel like an illusion... So where am I? Why did I suddenly end up here?"

As Charlemagne pondered this, he suddenly felt his hands become very sticky.

He looked up and was shocked to find that his entire body was stained with blood, and he had turned into a blood-red werewolf.

"You monster! Why did you kill us! Why did you kill us!"

Suddenly, Charlemagne felt countless hands gripping his ankles and trousers.

He looked down and saw countless corpses he had cleaved gathered beneath him. They grabbed him with their hands, and his face, covered in blood and short hair, gradually returned to normal.

These people... are the doctors and patients in this hospital.

"Why! We just want to live!"

"You bloodstained butcher! Why are you still alive!?"

"My child! My child!" A mother, now only half a body, held her child, who had been split in two by Charlemagne, her grief tinged with resentment.

"This..." This sudden change threw Charlemagne into a panic.

In this world that blurs the lines between reality and illusion, he knew very well that these monsters might have entirely different true forms.

"It's all fake! It's all fake!" Charlemagne kept telling himself.

But then, even more monsters rushed over.

In a moment of panic, Charlemagne swung his sword and slashed. Amidst the splatter of blood, he saw the hospital gowns and the bewildered and incredulous expressions on the patients' faces.

"Weren't you... sent by the mayor to save us?" A girl whose body had been cut in half looked at Charlemagne in disbelief.

A constant stream of resentment and monsters relentlessly assaulted Charlemagne's heart and judgment.

Time passed without anyone knowing how much, and Charlemagne lost count of how many monsters he had killed.

When he came to his senses, he found himself transformed into an incredibly ugly and ferocious monster.

"Is this the legendary descendant of the paladins? They killed so many civilians for their own lives." A deep, hoarse voice rang out.

As the blood receded, the doctors in white coats, the patients in blue and white hospital gowns, and the family members in ordinary clothes stared wide-eyed at Charlemagne, their bodies hacked to pieces, lying haphazardly around him.

"Charlemagne, so what if you've awakened special abilities? Your essence is still that of a mad monster."

Upon hearing the voice, Charlemagne turned his head sharply, then gritted his teeth and said, "Pullman Willie!"

Chapter 0259 The Lone Wolf in Pursuit of Moonlight

Pullman Willie was a classmate of Charlemagne, they grew up together, studied together, were always competing with each other, and eventually both fell in love with the same girl.

The old story begins like this: Charlemagne is better than Pullman Willie in everything, and resentment and jealousy begin to rise in his heart, reaching their peak when Judy chooses Charlemagne.

After that, the two became bitter enemies and constantly clashed.

After Charlemagne's incident, Willie and Judy actually teamed up to imprison Charlemagne.

Pullman Willie smiled slightly: "That's an old name. Now my name is Awakener."

As he spoke, Pullman Willie stepped forward, reached out and touched the Moonlight Greatsword in Charlemagne's hand, his eyes filled with jealousy and greed as he said, "From childhood to adulthood, what makes you think you're stronger than me? It's all because you possess this Moonlight Holy Sword!"

"In terms of aptitude and talent, how can you compare to me! You're nothing but a useless piece of trash who can't control his own mind, otherwise how could you have fallen into the trap we prepared for you?"

Charlemagne's eyes suddenly flashed with a man-eating madness. His twisted, monstrous body struggled incessantly, but he found himself gradually losing control of his body.

Willie had already taken the Moonlight Holy Sword and sneered, "You, who are gradually being devoured by bestiality, are no longer qualified to use this holy sword. You will forever sink into madness and slaughter."

As Willie spoke, he raised his hand and tapped Charlemagne's head.

In an instant, Charlemagne lost his last shred of sanity and completely transformed into a crazed monster.

"No! No!" Feeling his mind being locked back into the deepest part of his body once again, Charlemagne screamed frantically, but to no avail.

At this moment, his bestial madness had taken over, and his reason seemed to be imprisoned in a cage, surrounded by madness and distortion.

Then, his last shred of sanity merged with these distortions.

On the fifth floor of the ward, Charlemagne, who had been standing motionless at the top of the stairs, began to convulse rapidly, and then a large amount of long red hair grew on his body.

At the top of the steps, Pullman Willie, dressed in yellow, was smiling as he held the Moonlight Sword he had just taken.

"Finally! Everything you have belongs to me!" Willie brandished the holy sword he had longed for all his life, filled with immense excitement.

thump!

At this moment, Charlemagne's body, now covered in red fur, has begun to swell and mutate.

“Become a beast in silence, and then die at the hands of your companions.” Willie turned and left with a sarcastic look.

Meanwhile, Charlemagne, who had completely fallen into madness, was as if he were in a nightmare from which he could never wake up.

The entire nightmare was like a tangled mess, impossible to unravel, thus robbing me of all ability to think.

But just as Charlemagne's body was about to completely transform into a beast, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed through his crazed and turbid consciousness.

This fleeting glimmer of light was instantly seized by Charlemagne, who was yearning for reason, as if he had grasped the last thread of a spider's web to enter paradise.

Charlemagne, grasping at that light, struggled to recall everything about himself; his memory was already in disarray.

However, he still has memories of the last half hour.

He remembered the old paladin, and then he recalled his words of admonition: Young knight, follow the guidance of your heart and guard your own will.

"Follow your heart's guidance... Protect your self-awareness..."

What is my inner guidance?

Lost in a daze, Charlemagne suddenly seemed to realize something.

"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 despair and darkness..."

As he murmured, Charlemagne felt specks of silver and blue light gradually appearing in his dark world.

They gradually gathered together, forming a special beam of light that linked to themselves.

At this moment, these lights, like countless sprites, danced before Charlemagne, guiding his will forward.

He slowly raised his head and saw a pure white, bright moon in the dark sky.

At this moment, the moonlight seemed like a blessing from a goddess, transforming into countless elves that surrounded Charlemagne and helped him up from his filthy body.

Then, Charlemagne felt himself flying, gradually escaping from this dark world.

At the same time, my thinking became clearer and clearer.

Soon, he felt that he was gradually able to control his body, and then he felt that he was free from the stench of blood.

Then it shed the stickiness and bloating of blood, and finally, it escaped that boundless madness...

In the corridor, Willie, who was holding the Moonlight Holy Sword, suddenly noticed that the sword was suddenly bursting with a very dazzling light.

This light is very abnormal, because the greatsword symbolizing the moon should not normally emit such a dazzling light.

Just as Willie sensed something was wrong, an incredibly cold voice rang out: "If I'm not qualified, then you're even less qualified."

puff!

Before he could finish speaking, a ferocious claw covered in blood-red fur pierced through Willie's body and seized his heart.

Feeling an incredible power, he lowered his head with difficulty, and then, under his gaze, the ferocious claws were rapidly changing.

The red hair has faded, the fingernails have disappeared, and it is rapidly transforming into a normal person's hand.

"No! This is impossible! How could you escape from madness! This is impossible!"

Charlemagne sneered and, without any hesitation, crushed Willie's heart.

At the same time, he waved his hand, and the Moonlight Holy Sword soared into the air, landing once again in Charlemagne's hand.

Then, the holy sword, accompanied by a dazzling blue light, directly severed Willie's head.

After dealing with Willie, Charlemagne didn't linger, not even glancing at the corpse.

After crossing the stairwell, Charlemagne hurried down the corridor.

Soon! He saw a strangely shaped altar at the end of the corridor.

A strange skull covered in cracks floats on the altar.

The entire skull was floating there, its mouth wide open, and a large amount of sand and dust came out of its mouth and came out through the window.

"That's it!!" Charlemagne quickened his pace and rushed over upon seeing it.

But at that moment, Charlemagne suddenly felt a spatial distortion, followed by a dizzying sensation.

The next second, he walked into a door by mistake.

When he came to his senses, he suddenly heard the sounds of a fierce battle, and at the same time, he heard a familiar voice.

"Find a way to get out of here! Otherwise, we'll all die here!"

Charlemagne turned his head and, through the crack in the door, saw Minnie, Mark, and Barlow.

Chapter 0260 Forced Play

Sheena was walking casually down the street with five of the first beneficiaries of the Blood Healing Technique: Sion, Larry, and Kein.

"How many have you decided?" Larry asked Keith.

Ki-young opened his eyes and said, "Thirteen."

"Everyone in the central area is here. Begin the operation," Sheena gave the order directly.

Meanwhile, in a very ordinary room at the Revolving Hotel.

A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman opened the heavy-looking suitcase in his hand.

Inside was a whole box of detonators and explosives.

These detonators are specially treated to have a delayed detonation effect.