Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

However, this was not the end. Zeke leaned forward, grabbed the cultist's head with one hand, and then, with terrifying force, slammed the cultist's head into the ground.

boom!

A sound like a shot put hitting a stone slab came from behind.

The solid ground was smashed into a large crater by the cultist's head, and in the crater, as blood and brain matter flowed out, the cultist's head was turned into a pile of minced meat, like a walnut smashed by a hammer.

Seeing this, Kanter felt his worldview had been utterly shattered, and he thought with a trembling heart, "My God, are all the police these days superhumans?!"

The death of this cult member immediately shocked the other four cult members.

But this was incredibly exciting and exhilarating for the local people who didn't know much about it.

Because of years of incompetence and corruption, the police have now truly become the people's guardians, just as the mayor said.

At this moment, Jike stood up and said loudly, "With us police officers here, you cultists will not be able to take the lives of any of the mayor's citizens."

"Now, brothers, kill all these cultists."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four policemen who had been gathering their strength for a long time rushed forward like hungry wolves that had spotted something, accompanied by dazzling afterimages.

The cult members were immediately shocked and enraged, and then drew their long knives to resist.

Unfortunately, these higher-level ghouls were not only two or three levels higher than them, but their innate physical structure also gave them no advantage in close combat.

Their most powerful attacks could only slightly break through the skin and carapace of these high-level ghouls.

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Chapter 0046 Your Chuunibyou Isn't My Fault

The dozens of citizens around were stunned as they watched the fight between the police and the cult members, completely forgetting the ferocity and madness of the cult members.

They couldn't see the battle itself, but they could see the actions and results after the battle.

The police officers' fists were filled with tremendous force, while the cultists' blades were also very strange, and several times they directly pierced the police officers' bodies, causing the surrounding crowd to gasp in surprise.

Surprisingly, the blades seemed to be hitting the iron plate but couldn't penetrate it.

The cult members were naturally shocked and enraged upon seeing this, and they growled, "Who are you people?!"

Another blond policeman said calmly, "The police of Arkham City, the guardians of its citizens."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding citizens were immediately filled with excitement and reassurance. How wonderful it was to have such a strong police force protecting them!

At this moment, for the first time in their lives, they believed that the police in Arkham were so brave and reliable.

Life and death can quickly change a person's judgment, and this group's evaluation of the police underwent a dramatic change at this moment.

Malik is one of them. He is an accountant who runs a small accounting firm, specializing in bookkeeping and tax filing for small businesses. He earns 150 Rosa coins a month and lives a very comfortable life.

He never trusted the police because he had been extorted by them. In his mind, those policemen were nothing but greedy, fat pigs in uniform who would indiscriminately extend their disgusting hands to anyone.

But now, things are different.

"Perhaps the mayor of Arkham is right; Arkham's police system has been reborn," Malik thought to himself.

The same idea was also rapidly spreading in the minds of others.

The battle was over at the entrance of the city hall.

Thanks to iron discipline and the timely arrival of doctors, no soldiers died, but more than 30 were wounded, 23 of whom were seriously injured, and six or seven even had their arms and legs cut off.

The fact that they were able to defeat those monsters with such minimal damage was not due to the soldiers themselves, but rather to the five policemen who had just arrived.

Looking at the policeman, who was so strong and terrifying, with a body as solid as steel, Oyok finally understood why the Queen had cooperated with this mayor of Arkham. With such terrifying subordinates, he certainly deserved it.

The police officer leading the team, the squad leader, was named Ruhr. He was 1.8 meters tall, with brown hair and a full beard, looking just like a brown bear.

"Captain," Ruhr greeted.

"Thank you so much," Oyok said gratefully.

Ruhr smiled and said, "It's all for the Queen's glory, so don't be shy."

Upon hearing this, Oyok was immediately delighted.

If you mention the Queen's glory to me, then we're on the same side.

“Captain, the medics will handle the wounded. Now we need your men to patrol and search the entire central area. Don’t worry about those damned cultists, just leave them to the police,” Ruhr said.

Oyok nodded: "No problem, Officer Ruhr, for the glory of the Queen!"

Throughout the evening, many parts of the central district were in turmoil, but the only quiet place was Los's house.

At this moment, Los, who was standing in the courtyard watching the sunset, turned his head slightly. Accompanied by a strange black smoke, a man dressed in a black robe appeared two meters away from him.

Los wasn't surprised to see the man and asked with a smile, "It's July now, the hottest time of year. Aren't you hot wearing so much, brother?"

The man, whose face was obscured by a large hat, spoke in a deep voice: "Los Arkham, you are so ignorant that you have no idea what you are doing or what kind of being you have offended."

Hearing this, Los nodded and said, "Indeed, with such a big hat on such a hot day, I really don't know what you look like."

Just then, the door that Los had just installed yesterday was kicked down again, and amidst the dust, the woman, acting as the papal messenger, rushed in with Regan Rod.

“Your Holiness,” the woman said in a low voice.

The man nodded slightly and said to Los, "Today I'm going to show you that all your struggles and efforts are in vain, and everything you do these next two days will be meaningless."

"After today, I'll show you what true terror is!"

Upon hearing this, Los sighed: "I don't remember anyone named you, which means it's not my fault that you talk in such a childish way."

He didn't really design much for the three major cults, since they were just used as background characters in the tabletop role-playing game. So, the pope with his cringeworthy, childish talk wasn't his design.

The man had no idea what Los was talking about and took it all as nonsense: "The promises you made before will have no effect. The entire central area is now engulfed in chaos of blood and fire, and the citizens you are supposed to protect will become sacrifices to the great Lord of Chaos."

“Your subordinate Daryl and his family will also fall in pools of blood, the army you have summoned will be littered with corpses, your sanatorium will become an altar for us to worship the Lord of Chaos, and those who support you, the lowly people of the slums, will be wiped out of this world forever!”

Los retorted, "What, you? Someone who can't even see where they're going while wearing that big hat?"

"Shut up! You blasphemous heretic! You have no idea how great our Pope is, you have no idea how terrifying his power is!"

At this moment, the woman beside her shouted loudly: "What you see is nothing but the tip of the iceberg of our Pope's power. You lowly heretic are not qualified to see what the Pope looks like."

"Our Pope is great, a man of forty levels of greatness! He possesses divine power!"

"Level 40?" Los raised an eyebrow, then felt relieved.

It seems his assessment of the three major cults was correct; even their popes are not above level 50.

Reagan said, "Los Arkham, you will pay for what you've done these past two days."

A pope at level 40—such power is almost unimaginable to them.

If the Pope so desires, he could kill everyone in an entire city by himself.

After hearing this, Los fell silent, seemingly frightened.

"The elite followers of the Lord of Chaos have now completed their mission. Los Arkham, I will plunge you into the abyss, into endless terror and regret."

Chapter 0047: Complete Annihilation

While Los is about to fall into an abyss of regret, the fighting in other parts of the central district has not yet ceased.

First, there's Daryl's house.

The two level-19 cult members who came here never imagined that they would be killed by a sixteen-year-old girl.

The two cult members lay limply on the floor, Daryl and Lyra still somewhat shaken.

A few minutes earlier, these two cult members suddenly broke down their front door and pulled out weapons to kill them.

The three people, who were happily preparing to eat, were suddenly terrified.

At that critical moment of despair, Trish seemed to awaken something within her. Her body rushed forward at incredible speed, and she ended up fighting two cultists.

This shocked Daryl and his wife, but Daryl soon learned the reason: it was all because of the mayor's blood healing technique.

The fight lasted only a dozen seconds. Trish's hands seemed to possess a special power. After patting the two men's chests twice, they immediately coughed up blood, collapsed to the ground, and died with disbelief in their eyes.

Trish looked at her hands, her face showing neither fear nor surprise, but rather calmness.

This was not the first time she had killed someone. Two days earlier, after being cured, she was taking the tram to school when a man who looked like a scoundrel took advantage of her beauty and tried to grope her. She caught him in the act and reprimanded him.

After school that evening, she was dragged into a nearby alley by that man and two others who wanted to rape her. Then, in her rage, she punched the three men three times, shattering their hearts, and they died in terror and pain.

She was a little scared at the time, but soon that fear was replaced by excitement and joy. Killing these bastards and punishing bad guys had always been her dream since she was a child.

And now, with the help of the great mayor, he finally possesses this ability.

Just as the family was still quiet, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Everyone hurriedly looked up nervously, only to find that Carrington was already standing at the door.

“Good job, Trish, you did a great job.” Carrington nodded with a smile.

He was ordered to protect Daryl's family, but upon arrival he discovered that Trish's body had begun to change, seemingly possessing special powers due to the young master's blood.

Then he stayed outside, observing the situation.

With a level 38 rating, he can kill two people instantly through a wall, so there's no need to worry about Daryl's family getting hurt.

Trish snapped out of her daze, grinned, and laughed happily: "Uncle Carrington, did I do something to rid the people of a menace and help the mayor?"

Carrington nodded: "Of course, they were all vicious cultists. By killing them, you not only saved your parents, but also indirectly saved everyone in the building."

In the courtyard of the Arkham Sanatorium, located on the north side of the city.

Kur looked down at the five cult members' corpses, all of whom had their heads blown off, shook the blood off his fists, and said to the security guard beside him, "Freeze them first. The master might need them later."

Dr. Mursi, standing to the side, recalled Kur's terrifying strength and speed just now. This time, he had a direct view of just how powerful Kur really was.

"Young Master is practically a living God!" Mursi's mind was filled with fanaticism.

The courthouse and prison are three streets away from here.

Five cult members successfully "stormed" the prison, moving in unimpeded without encountering any resistance or even seeing any guards, as if everyone else had already escaped.

"Run! Run!" Just as they reached the overcrowded prison, before they could even rescue anyone, the five men heard a heart-wrenching roar coming from inside.

Several people turned to look, and saw that the one who had shouted was Reis, a former policeman and a municipal councilor in the central district.

“Reis, what happened?” one of the cultists asked.

At this moment, Reiss was pale and terrified. He waved his hands frantically, shouting, "Run! Run! Demon! There's a demon here!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the hundreds of people in the entire prison area suddenly went crazy, letting out a series of frantic and chaotic screams. Then they covered their heads with their hands and squatted on the ground, trembling.