Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

A few people vaguely heard a "Ha," followed by a name, but for some reason, Charlemagne felt a moment of disorientation and couldn't hear it clearly at all.

The necromancer on the other side seemed to have heard the name. His eyes widened as he stared at Kos in disbelief: "You... how is this possible! How could you say such a name! Who are you!? Why can you say this name! How do you know this name!"

Kos stepped forward, and the psychic who had just been feeling quite self-satisfied immediately focused all his attention on Kos.

Immediately, his expression turned to horror, his face contorted, his mouth agape, and he murmured, "How could this be... that orphan... that orphan actually..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kos had already casually arrived in front of him, and then with a wave of his pale hand, he directly smashed the level 38 spirit summoner into a pile of minced meat.

"I will not let you, or them, go."

Having dealt with the instigator, Kos turned his attention to the person on the throne.

At this moment, the man also vaguely sensed a strong danger and stood up from the throne under the gaze of everyone.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure, like a tsunami, erupted, and the entire performance hall was filled with a terrifying sandstorm.

This terrifying sandstorm, like a giant millstone, could easily grind a car into powder, let alone a human body.

Chapter 0265 The Opera Ends

If such a terrifying sandstorm were to spread, it could shred all the buildings on the ground in Arkham in less than an hour, turning them into a vast expanse of sand and dust, and then transforming the entire city into a desert.

This is the terrifying power of a demigod above level 50; they can easily destroy a city!

The howling sandstorm exerted immense pressure on Barlow and the others; even a powerful figure like Charlemagne could only hold out for a maximum of ten minutes.

As for an ordinary person like Eve, she would probably turn into countless blood mists and leave no trace of her body the moment they met.

Fortunately, at this moment, Kos's white skin, which was standing next to them, emitted a bright light.

Immediately afterward, two ribbon-like figures floated up behind Kos.

Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by deafening thunder, countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, forming an even more powerful domain centered on Kos.

Within this realm, the terrifying lightning continuously raged and exploded, its terror far exceeding that of the sandstorm by at least two levels!

“What…the…fuk…” At this moment, everyone who saw this scene stared wide-eyed, their minds blank with no other words.

"kill!"

At that moment, outside the thunderstorm and amidst the sandstorm, a deafening roar suddenly resounded, followed by a dozen terrifying giants, each over ten meters tall, charging directly into Kos's territory.

Each of these giants possesses at least level 40 strength, and the solidity of their surfaces even surpasses that of the most solid materials known to humankind.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that these giants are the desert emperor's subjects, that is, the other members of the troupe.

Behind these giants, the Desert Emperor stood in mid-air.

Koss, now intrigued, said, "Don't move from here."

After saying that, Kos held his flesh-and-blood sword and then leaped away like a cannonball.

What happened next was a sight they would never forget.

Amidst thunder and sandstorm, Kos, who was only 1.9 meters tall, unleashed an incredibly terrifying power, his flesh-and-blood greatsword possessing the terrifying power to split mountains.

He leaped up, and his terrifying greatsword cleaved the giant general in front of him in two.

Then, with a turn, he easily caught the terrifying, meter-long fist with his seemingly small hands. He then grabbed the giant's hands with both hands, and with a back throw, he effortlessly flung the giant away, knocking down the other two giants.

Before they could stand up, Kos looked up and suddenly let out a piercing scream into the sky.

Boom! Boom!

Immediately, more than a dozen terrifying bolts of lightning, each over three meters in diameter, descended from the sky, their earth-shattering power instantly obliterating the dozen or so giants.

Eve said urgently, "Please...take me there! I can't let them die like this; only we can save them now!"

Charlemagne and Barlow hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously and escorted Eve forward cautiously.

Fortunately, because of their trembling, the power of their respective domains was concentrated on each other, so they were not a great threat.

Having wiped out the giants in one fell swoop, the Desert Emperor raised his hand, and countless grains of sand solidified into a sand scepter, which he pointed at Kos: "Blasphemy heretic! You will pay the price for everything you have done."

Koss, his face contorted with rage, brandished his placenta-shaped knife and declared, "I have no more price to pay!"

After saying that, Kos actually stepped on the air and jumped again, charging straight at the Desert Emperor.

What followed was a brutal hand-to-hand combat that could be described as shattering mountains and rivers.

The collision of weapons and flesh between the two sides could easily produce the terrifying sound of artillery shells exploding, and the shockwaves from the collision of flesh could easily tear apart a level 20 superhuman.

On the other side of the ground, Eve, holding the script of the King in Yellow, has found the female protagonist of the Oath script, the priestess, Gloria.

Although Golia's Titan form was chopped into a charred mess, her physical form remained intact after she reverted to Titan form.

She is still in the form of a priestess, wearing a dark yellow robe, a metal mask, and clutching a staff tightly in her hand.

Eve then knelt down and whispered something in Golia's ear, just like before. Then, the spirit of the priestess floated up, signifying submission, and re-entered Golia's body.

"Next!" After waking up the two, Eve seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

The three of them took a closer look and discovered that Eve had unknowingly gone from level seven to level seventeen.

"There's such a thing?!" The three people exclaimed in surprise.

As they moved forward, the three also noticed that Eve's arms had some unusual wind-like patterns, and a strange three-character pattern had appeared on her forehead.

"For some reason, she is becoming one with the script. She is going to become the container that forever holds the entire script, and at the same time the mother that bears all its power." Charlemagne, with her extensive knowledge, saw through some of the tricks of the trade.

"Is there any danger?" Barlow asked.

Charlemagne shook his head: "We don't know yet. It will probably require the mayor to conduct an assessment himself."

As she spoke, Eve had already awakened the third person, and her level had directly reached level twenty-two.

"Awakening someone who's level five up? Her body won't be able to handle this!" Ballow's expression changed.

The human body has its limits; rapid decline and rapid evolution can both lead to the collapse of humanity.

At this moment, Eve, who had reached level twenty-two, had some cracks on her face that resembled porcelain.

"Hey! You'll die if you keep going like this!" Mark stepped forward to stop him.

Eve said in a hoarse voice, "But if we don't act, these people will all die. They came here because of my guidance, and now they've become like this. I have to take responsibility for them!"

As she spoke, she approached the fourth member of the crew, a court official dressed in a black robe, and continued her work.

Charlemagne paused for a moment, then turned and ran out.

Meanwhile, the battle in the sky had already been decided.

There is a huge gap between the level 53 Desert Emperor and the level 65 Kos.

At this point, Kos had firmly suppressed him.

Meanwhile, as his subordinates continued to "rebel," his royal court's resources gradually dried up, and he even lost the strength to recover from his physical injuries.

puff!

With a blinding flash of blood, the Desert Emperor's body was cleaved into more than a dozen pieces, scattered across the ground with the fading sandstorm.

The hymn to the King in Yellow has come to an end.

Chapter 0266 Holy Blood

Arkham Central Hospital.

After the skull on the altar was removed, the special parasites floating throughout the hospital died rapidly, like humans deprived of oxygen.

Meanwhile, the terrifying sandstorm outside the hospital gradually subsided.

The sky outside, which had been shrouded in darkness by the sandstorm, rapidly regained its brightness at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the corridor on the fifth floor, broken glass and bricks from the walls were scattered everywhere, and the enormous monster had disappeared for some unknown reason.

Covered in blood, Chief Whickert lay on the ground coughing up blood and foam, clearly on the verge of death.

"After I die... there's no need for burial or a tombstone. Just scatter my ashes into the sky," Whitfield said with difficulty.

Dr. Murthy, who was standing beside him, said, "Don't say such nonsense."

As he spoke, he took out a syringe about the size of a thumb from his pocket.

This syringe comes with a needle and is made of a special metal, making it look very sturdy.

The silver-gray syringe is mostly silver-gray, with only one vertical transparent strip containing precise markings.

Through the transparent structure, you can see that it contains a mixture of milky white and blood red liquid.

Whickert said weakly, "I know my own body. That guy's tentacles have shredded my stomach, liver, and all my intestines."

As he spoke, Whitaker, his hands covered in blood, gripped Dr. Murthy's sleeve and said, "Murthy, we have some connection, and I hope you can fulfill my last wish."

Dr. Murthy picked up the needle, reached out and felt around in Whickert's left chest. After locating his heart, he inserted the needle and injected all the fluid inside.

"You're not dead yet, there's no need to rush to say what your last wishes are."

“It was all for nothing, I…” Whickert said, but his mouth suddenly froze.

Immediately, you could see his muscles begin to twitch rapidly.

At this moment, Whitaker felt an incredibly powerful warm current erupt in his heart, which then quickly spread throughout his body along with his blood.

Then he felt his faint consciousness becoming clearer and clearer, while a violent itching sensation spread throughout his body.

He was very familiar with this itching because it was a process that occurred during the healing of a wound.

He tried to lift his head and look at his chest with all his might, but suddenly realized that his body was much stronger than he had imagined.

He easily raised his head and then discovered that the wounds on his skin and the large holes in his body were healing rapidly.

"What...what did you inject me with?!" Whitfield asked in shock.

Mursi smiled mysteriously: "Holy blood, as long as you have a breath left, it will keep you from dying."

As he spoke, Murcy looked Whickert up and down and said, "It's a pity that the opponent's attack method has a very special power. This blood can only heal your wounds, but it cannot regenerate your organs."

At this point, Whickert's missing left eye, right arm, and internal organs could not be repaired.

This would be impossible for a normal person to survive, but Whictor is a high-level superhuman with strength close to level 40, so he can still live a normal life, but his overall strength will decrease by 50%.

At this moment, Whickert felt that he had returned to a normal human body. He stood up and touched his abdomen with his remaining left hand. Although it was empty, the skin had completely healed.

"How could you have something like this?" Whickert was utterly shocked.