Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Even those who worshipped evil gods felt a chill run down their spines.

"Let's go!" The five people, sensing something was wrong, were about to leave.

However, they discovered that the road they had come from was blocked by countless dark substances.

Upon closer inspection, those black things were actually hair!

"What's going on!?"

Five cult members pulled out weapons and rushed forward, hacking wildly at the hair.

They discovered that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't cut a single hair.

"Little mice, since you're here, come and have some fun with me!"

Accompanied by a teasing voice, a graceful, dignified, mature and beautiful older sister dressed in a well-fitting white dress descended from the sky.

And those terrifying hairs were growing from her head.

"No, no, ahh!"

Amidst desperate screams, the five people were engulfed by the flood of hair.

In the slums, the riots caused by the terrorist attack did not escalate.

At first, the cultists moved very quickly, and Rum Debbie didn't even have time to react.

Almost instantly, the cultist appeared before the two poor children, raising his knife and descending from the sky.

In the crucial moment, Rum almost instinctively rolled over and hugged Debbie, protecting her with his body.

At this moment, cries of agony and terror echoed throughout the slums, and Debbie, protected by Rum, already felt that she was going to die today.

But for some reason, she felt extremely happy.

Just as the two children were in despair, and as countless residents fled in terror, their police arrived!

In the eyes of the two children, the butcher's knife did not fall and pierce their bodies, because it was broken by a strong, powerful fist.

"Little guy, your courage deserves everyone's praise!" A calm voice, full of approval, came from behind.

The two little ones turned around and were surprised to find that the person who came was the policeman who had stood behind the mayor that morning.

Still shaken, they realized the screams around them had stopped. Turning around, they saw that five police officers, who had appeared out of nowhere, had completely subdued the five terrifying thugs.

And in front of everyone, the five thugs were killed on the spot.

"Citizens! Do not be afraid! We are police officers under the command of Mayor Los Arkham. As long as we are here, we will not allow these cultists to run rampant!"

"Come over here, a few people, help us treat and bandage the injured. The doctor will be here soon!"

"Mayor! Mayor! Great Mayor! Long live the Mayor!"

At this moment, for the first time, they felt that they had not been abandoned by the city.

The great mayor has always stood with them.

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Chapter 0048 A Level 40 Powerhouse!!

In the small courtyard in front of the Los house at 200 Ke Street.

The Pope of the Hand of Chaos, accompanied by two of his trusted followers, looked at Los, seemingly in no hurry to kill this greatest blasphemer they had faced in years.

They weren't in a hurry, and neither was Los, because the next big show would require their cooperation.

“It should be about time now,” the female cult member said in a low voice.

The Pope nodded slightly: "As faithful followers of the Lord of Chaos, they possess the immense power to sweep across the entire Arkham region, making it easy for them to cleanse the blasphemers in the central area."

These words were naturally meant for Los's ears.

In many situations, killing an enemy outright is a form of mercy. He hoped to ensnare Los with endless fear through this torture, eventually causing Los to break down and beg for mercy on his knees.

Los, of course, knew what the Pope was up to. He glanced down at his mechanical watch and nodded, saying, "It's about time."

“The cultists who went to Arkham Asylum are returning.” The female cultist heard footsteps coming from the direction of Arkham Asylum.

Reagan grinned with satisfaction and said to Los, "You've ruined my years of hard work. Today I'm going to destroy everything you've made."

Looking at the three brimming with confidence, Los suddenly burst out laughing: "If you didn't know better, you'd be here to kill me. If you didn't, you'd think you were putting on a three-person comedy show for me."

The footsteps grew closer, and the Pope, with absolute confidence, asked without turning his head, "Has Arkham Asylum become an altar of my Lord?"

Then, a somewhat strange sound came from behind.

"What altar?"

Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, the three of them were startled and turned to look at the main entrance.

They then discovered that the returning believers were not the ones they had sent, but three burly men.

They all knew the three burly men. The central area of ​​Arkham was not large, and they all remembered the key personnel of various agencies.

In the middle is Dr. Kull, the attending physician of Arkham Sanatorium; on the left is Dr. Mursi, a famous doctor and scholar in Arkham; and on the right is Dr. Pochi, their spy planted in Arkham Sanatorium.

"Poch! What's going on?!" Reagan had just called Poch over, and he immediately questioned him.

Poch said calmly, "You mean those five cultists in black? They're all dead."

As he spoke, he took out a transparent bag containing five thumbs, each with a unique pattern—the mark of a core member of the Hand of Chaos.

"What!?"

Upon hearing this, the female cult member and Reagan were shocked and looked incredulous.

Those were five elite warriors around level 20, true superhumans!

The Pope asked in a low voice, "Polge, do you know the price of betraying us?"

Poch said calmly and without fear, "I know, that is freedom and light!"

"You're asking for death!" the female cultist screamed, her arm lashing out like a snake, sending five sharp bone spikes flying like bullets.

Kur, who was standing to the side, instantly reached out and his thick arm swung at an incredible speed, managing to pinch all five bone spurs.

quack!

Then Kur squeezed hard, crushing the bone spur and casually throwing it on the ground.

“Hila, Poch is now my subordinate,” Kur said calmly.

The female cult member named Hilla screamed after hearing this: "Impossible! How could you..."

Only then did she notice that Kur's hands had actually recovered!

"Your hand"

Kur raised his palm and smiled, saying, "It was the young master who healed me and bestowed upon me this extraordinary power."

"Level 32?" At this moment, the Pope saw Kur's current strength and felt a ripple in his heart.

Los actually had the ability to turn a disabled person into a level 32 superhuman!?

Los chuckled and asked, "Do all of you Chaos Hands like throwing weapons this much? Knives and bone spikes, I'm really worried you'll throw your dentures out."

Although the Pope was somewhat surprised, he was not panicked. With his strength, he could easily crush Kur, who was at level 32, and he was still confident of victory.

"You couldn't possibly create multiple superhumans this powerful in batches! My other followers!"

Before he could finish speaking, ten burly policemen suddenly appeared at the door.

"Reporting to Master, all ten cult members from the city government and tram company have been executed!"

"Level 22!? Ten of them!?"

The three men turned to look at the police officers, and the Pope's eyes, hidden under his hood, gradually widened.

Sheila looked at the ten police officers and murmured, "How is this possible?"

It took the Hand of Chaos ten years to cultivate these twenty-seven people, and they were selected from among hundreds. She knew all too well how difficult the cultivation process was.

But now, Los Arkham has cultivated so many level 22 powerhouses in just a few days?

But that wasn't all. Five more policemen ran over: "Reporting, master, the five cultists in the slums have been wiped out. Four were injured, but no one died."

In an instant, the three of them felt a tremendous force slam into their hearts, filling them with a heavy weight.

But it's not over yet.

Then sixteen more policemen ran over: "Reporting to the master, all the cultists in the central area have been completely wiped out."

Thirty-one police officers, and thirty-one superhumans at level twenty-two!

Sheila felt her worldview being shaken, while the old and frail Reagan sat helplessly on the ground, his face ashen.

The Pope then growled, "You're nothing but a bunch of level 20 or 30 ants! With my level 40, crushing you is child's play for me!"

With his roar, a large amount of black mist instantly erupted from his body.

These mists gradually formed a strange spirit that could be seen but not touched, and its appearance was extremely eerie.

Seeing this, Hilla was immediately invigorated again, her face contorted with rage as she declared, "Our great Pope is a level 40 powerhouse, the strongest in all of Arkham!"

"Is this what a level 40 powerhouse is like?! That's terrifying!" Los's face showed some surprise when he saw this.

Having pushed his opponents to this point, Los wanted to see what kind of power these characters, who had deviated from their original settings and grown to level 40, possessed.

There were about twenty of these beings that looked like spirits.

"It's somewhat similar to the soul being different. This world doesn't have any so-called soul abilities yet; it's a world that relies on physical evolution and mutation."

"What are these things?" Loston suddenly became curious, because at this moment, he couldn't understand what they were.

"A level 40 powerhouse is enough to destroy the entire Arkham! Los Arkham, because of your arrogance, I will destroy the entire city!" The Pope roared madly.

The surrounding police officers, however, showed no fear whatsoever; instead, they looked at them as if they were idiots.

Chapter 49, Level 40, and that's it?!

Hillary and Reagan noticed the strange looks they were getting, and then Greece shouted, "You're all doomed!"

The strange black substance then spread, and upon contact with the plants on the ground, the plants instantly turned into green debris.

The fence and the battered iron gate lying on the ground, upon contact with the black substance, turned into fragments as if sliced ​​by countless sharp blades, a truly bizarre sight.

Seeing this scene, Zeke and the other ghouls felt something was amiss, but they were not afraid, because their master was right there.