Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

As he spoke, he adjusted a magnificent, jeweled crown.

"Captain, the Empire has sent investigators to investigate the whereabouts of the White Shark's cargo," the first mate reported.

They pulled off a big heist a while ago, stealing a ship full of special medicines from the Empire, which are now hidden in the Eastern District. They are currently looking to sell them.

"Has the identity been confirmed?" Thomas asked.

The first mate shook his head: "Not yet, this news just came from the capital."

"Then what are you still standing here for?!" Thomas glared, grinning as if he wanted to devour the first mate.

The first mate trembled instantly, bowed respectfully, and quickly ran out.

The captain really does eat people.

Meanwhile, in an underground space somewhere in the central area.

Twenty-seven believers dressed in black robes knelt on the ground and prayed in hushed tones.

On the altar directly in front, there is a blurry and indescribable strange statue.

Apart from the fact that this statue has three legs, everything else about it is beyond human description.

Standing beneath the statue was a man dressed in a black robe with gold trim, whose face was obscured.

At this moment, the man raised his hands: "Los Arkham has offended the divine power of the Great Lord of Chaos. Believers, kill him, liberate our people, and then bring the Central District back under the rule of Chaos."

"Lord of Chaos! Lord of Chaos!" The believers immediately shouted.

These twenty-seven believers are now the true core members of the Hand of Chaos. Each of them is a superhuman, with a general level of nineteen to twenty. They are a group of fanatical believers who are proficient in combat and have unwavering faith.

This is the most powerful force the Hand of Chaos possesses here, a force that no one in Arkham can rival.

It only takes five people ten minutes to kill an entire company of soldiers.

"The slums, the city hall, Daryl, Arkham Asylum, the courthouses and prisons—let all those who offend the might of the Lord of Chaos know what true terror is."

The man shouted loudly, and the group of fanatics below disappeared into the darkness.

After the believer left, Reaganrod and the woman from before came out.

"Pope, what about Los Arkham?" Reagan asked.

The man said calmly, "It's time for me to take action myself."

After saying that, his body disappeared from the spot like a wisp of smoke.

Seeing such terrifying power, Reagan and the women's eyes were filled with admiration and shock.

"The Pope's power has far surpassed that of humans. If we define it by levels, the current Pope possesses the strength of level forty!" The woman's tone was full of admiration.

"Level 40!? My God!" Reagan's aged face was filled with shock after hearing this.

The most skilled special forces soldiers are only level nine, while I am only level five.

“Let’s go! Let us witness the greatness of the Pope and the end of Los Arkham.” The woman’s voice was full of confidence and pride.

Meanwhile, the new police officers, equipped with their standard gear, have just left the police station, ready to take up their posts.

They planned to walk the streets and look around, just like regular patrol officers.

His powerful physique and cold gaze made the civilians passing by feel very safe.

Los was having dinner with Lilith at home.

He picked up a beef leg and crunched it down, bone and all.

Compared to Los, Lilith was much quieter, her dignified and elegant demeanor resembling that of a female CEO attending a dinner party.

Having just finished eating a whole leg of beef, Carrington walked over and said, "Young Master, Miss Elizabeth just called to warn us that the Hand of Chaos has begun its operation, and their attack range is very wide."

Los wiped his mouth and said, "It's just those few places. What's the situation on your end, Lilith?"

Lilith put down her knife and fork and said, "My children have seen them come out in full force and have also located their lair."

Los stood up and said, "Very well, since they've come to offer themselves up, we don't need to be polite. I'll remember this kindness. After they die, I'll burn enough paper money for them."

At six o'clock in the slums, the sun was still hanging on the western horizon, beginning to set, and the entire central area was in a relatively peaceful state.

People who have just finished a day's work walk along the streets, preparing to go home and enjoy dinner.

Rum and Debbie were squatting at their front door, engrossed in reading.

There is no electricity in the slums. Now their kerosene lamp is out of oil and their candles are all used up. The two of them need to finish reading the knowledge they need to learn today before dark.

"Debbie, do you think we can really get into Miskatonic University if we study like this?" Rum asked, sounding a little unsure.

Getting into Miskatonic University is the dream of underprivileged children in Arkham, as it is their only springboard into high society.

Debbie was more focused than Rum, reading the entire theoretical section before replying forcefully, "Definitely!"

These words gave Rum confidence, and he looked down to continue reading a passage about human anatomy.

Just as the two were studying diligently, the bustling street suddenly fell silent due to several screams.

Their hearts skipped a beat, and they looked up.

To their astonishment, they found two people lying on the ground about twenty meters away, their blood still dripping onto the ground.

The residents, who had just finished dinner, were strolling in the streets, or chatting in small groups about everyday matters, were completely dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

At the same time, five fanatical cultists dressed in black robes stepped over the two corpses and charged toward them.

Chapter 0045 The Police of Arkham

While the slums in the south were being attacked, the city government, the courthouse and jail next to it, and the Arkham Asylum were also attacked.

The central area is not large, and it was still dark today, during the rush hour. The fact that multiple locations were attacked at this time caused widespread panic.

Faced with the indiscriminate attacks of these madmen, screams echoed throughout the streets of the central district. People, pale-faced and terrified, ran desperately to escape the madmen's crazed blades.

The army reacted immediately and, under the leadership of Captain Oyok, quickly organized a battle.

But they soon realized that something was wrong.

They were now facing only five cultists, but these cultists were moving so fast that they couldn't even see them clearly.

These people's high-speed movement allows them to easily dodge bullets, and even if a bullet hits their body, it won't cause serious injury.

"Damn it! Where did these monsters come from?!" The soldiers, who kept firing, looked on incredulously.

An army of over a hundred men was completely entangled by these five people. They were not only unable to protect ordinary people, but even ordinary soldiers were constantly being lost.

Almost a dozen people were killed or injured in the first encounter.

Meanwhile, on the other side, indiscriminate attacks along the entire Peabody Avenue had already quietly begun.

Another group of five men in black suddenly appeared from a hidden corner, drew their sharp blades, and charged into the crowd.

In an instant, several middle-class people who had just gotten off the tram were attacked and fell to the ground covered in blood.

Just as these men were about to charge into the crowd, a series of gunshots rang out.

One of the men in black quickly dodged and turned around, just in time to see a young man with a stubble-covered face, who looked like he hadn't woken up yet, holding a gun and looking in their direction.

The young man was wearing a somewhat worn-out jacket. He looked quite handsome, but overall he appeared rather sloppy.

"You bunch of bastards, come at me if you dare!" the young man roared and continued firing.

One of the men in black appeared in front of him almost instantly, but the young man was quick-witted and took a step back, then threw a grenade.

boom!

A violent explosion rang out, and the man in black was blasted away, lying on the ground covered in blood.

The young man was also dazed and disoriented from the explosion, but he found that he was not injured at all.

"What's going on?" The young man wondered, only to find that someone in front of him had shielded him from the impact of the bomb.

This is a policeman, a strong man, wearing a black uniform.

However, the black uniform was riddled with holes, but strangely, the chestnut-brown, bronze-colored body remained unharmed.

"Don't do anything you're not sure you can handle in the future. Killing these cultists isn't worth risking your life for," the police officer said calmly, turning his head slightly.

The young man paused for a moment after hearing this, then said, "But those people have that right."

The policeman was taken aback for a moment after hearing this, then said, "My name is Jike, you seem like a good person."

"Let's leave it to the police."

After saying that, Zeke took out his pistol and walked towards the cultists.

“My name is Conte, and I was a police officer a year ago.”

As he spoke, the young man looked ahead and realized that he was accompanied by four other policemen and four doctors in white coats.

The civilians are now being protected by four police officers.

What shocked him most was that the young man who had just been blown away by the grenade stood up as if nothing had happened, suffering only minor superficial injuries.

"How is this possible!?" After all, Kant was a top student who graduated from the police academy, and he knew very well the power of that grenade. No human could withstand such an impact.

“Zek! Be careful! There’s something fishy about these guys!” Kant hadn’t finished speaking.

The cultist who had just been blasted away was furious. With a low growl, he flew twenty meters away in the blink of an eye and arrived right in front of him.

When the tip of the knife was less than five centimeters from his neck, Conte suddenly came to his senses, his body instantly drenched in sweat.

He had no idea how the guy got in front of him.

"That speed is inhuman!"

However, something even more surprising soon happened. He discovered that the other person's knife tip had not pierced his neck. It was not because the other person had shown mercy, nor because he had reacted quickly, but because the wrist holding the knife was firmly gripped by a stronger hand, like an iron clamp.

"It seems you really don't take us police officers seriously," Jike said coldly.

The cultist was also shocked. He had thought that the police were just ordinary people and not worth worrying about at all.

But at this moment, he discovered that this guy's power had completely suppressed him.

"He's a superhuman too!?" Just as the cultist was reeling from the shock, Zeke made his move.

All that could be seen was Zeke's muscles bulging, his hand gripping the cultist's wrist and pulling it, then raising his knee and slamming it in.

quack!

A piercing sound rang out, and the cultist's arm was snapped off, the white bone protruding from the skin.