Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

The Pope opened his arms: "Now, feel the wrath of the Lord of Chaos!"

After he finished speaking, those black things flew towards Los like souls.

Seeing this, Los took a deep breath: "I can already foresee my hunger in a moment."

The next second, a peculiar pulsation emanated directly from Los's body.

Immediately, bursts of hazy light erupted from Los's body, then rapidly rose before everyone's eyes.

Just a few breaths later, a hazy, ten-meter-tall figure of light and shadow appeared on Los's body.

This appears to be the upper body of a giant, clad in exquisitely crafted armor, with long, silvery-white hair moving without wind, like drifting clouds in the sky.

People couldn't see his face because he wore an incredibly imposing mask.

He held a spear at least twenty meters long in his right hand and a large, ancient-looking bell in his left.

With a hum, the eyes beneath the mask opened, and terrifying blue flames burned within them, coldly gazing down at the ants below.

On the ground, Los's hair was flying backwards, and a large number of ice-blue patterns appeared on his body and face, making him exude a terrifying pressure.

"What is this!?" Upon seeing this scene, Sheila's eyes widened, and her body instinctively submitted to this terrifying existence. She dared not disobey and knelt down.

Because at that moment she had a vague feeling that if she didn't kneel down, she would surely die in the next second!

The Pope, who had charged toward Los with a large number of black souls, was completely dumbfounded. At level 40, his perception was beyond that of ordinary people. He could clearly feel the terror of this phantom and the power of Los.

"Level 885!?" The hood fell off weakly, revealing an extremely old face.

Amidst the wrinkles of old age, his small eyes widened in fear and horror, staring incredulously at the terrifying being before him whom he could not comprehend.

"How is this possible?" The Pope's voice was hoarse, as if an invisible force had gripped his neck, like a sick chicken about to breathe its last.

On the other side, Carrington and Lilith, who had just returned, along with Daryl's family, witnessed this sacred and magnificent scene.

Lilith ran over and knelt on the ground in a frenzy: "Ah! My master, you are so great and perfect!"

At that moment, Carrington, Kurt, Murthy, and a group of police officers were unable to resist this presence and knelt down on the ground in reverence.

Trish was extremely excited when she saw this, she was so excited she couldn't contain herself.

"I knew it! I knew it! The great mayor is a god!" Trish cheered and jumped for joy, then pulled her parents down to kneel and pay their respects.

At this moment, a cold blue flame also burned in Los's eyes. Looking at the terrified Pope in front of him, he slowly opened his mouth, but did not speak.

In an instant, countless terrifying gusts of cold air erupted from beneath the mask, falling from the sky like a terrifying avalanche.

When everyone came to their senses, the Pope and his black things were frozen in place, his mouth still open and his eyes wide open.

He didn't even feel himself being frozen; it was as if time had stopped.

The phantom gradually disappeared, turning into a substance resembling minced meat that returned to Yi's body.

Everything returned to normal, but the courtyard was deathly silent.

A few seconds later, a voice, indifferent yet disdainful, rang out.

"Level 40, and that's it?"

thump!

With his heart pounding twice, Reagan collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing.

Reagan Rodgers, an ordinary man, was scared to death.

The remaining Sheila was now completely terrified.

"Hahaha! I've finally seen God! I've finally seen God, hahaha!"

Bizarre, manic screams erupted from her mouth as she looked around erratically, shouting, "You will all die! You will all die! I saw God! I saw Him! Hahaha!"

Amidst the frantic screams, everyone snapped out of their daze.

Los then resumed his usual smiling demeanor: "Alright, alright, get up, I'm the mayor, not the emperor."

Everyone laughed upon hearing this; the mayor was always so kind and approachable, without any airs.

But they did not forget the incredible, dreamlike scene they had just witnessed, nor the worship and faith they felt in their hearts.

In his frenzy, Kur reached out and knocked her unconscious.

“Young Master, I know her from before. Can you entrust her to me? Don’t worry, I’m not sentimental. It’s just that Dr. Murthy needs to conduct an experiment, and I found that her constitution is just right.”

Dr. Murthy then explained, "Young master, yes, I need her body."

Los nodded and said, "Okay, bring this along too. He has level 40 abilities, and his blood should have special power."

Los pointed to the frozen pope.

"As ordered."

With this, the Hand of Chaos has completely wiped out its core members and high-ranking officials, disappearing entirely from the central area.

It's 7 p.m.

Elizabeth looked out the window and murmured, "This is destined to be a sleepless night; blood and fire will engulf the entire central district."

She already knew about the battle at dusk; it was destined to result in countless deaths and injuries, after all, it involved nearly thirty superhumans around level twenty.

She was shocked when she heard this, and she believed that even if Los won, he would pay a heavy price.

Just then, there was a rapid knocking on the door.

Elizabeth: "Come in!"

Then a young man strode in and said urgently, "Leader, there's a new situation."

"How's it going over there?" Elizabeth asked.

The young man said with a strange expression, "The Hand of Chaos has been completely annihilated."

"What!? All wiped out!?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows, her face filled with surprise and disbelief.

The young man nodded: "Yes, now all the bodies of the core members are placed in the public square, including the body of Reganrod, and the body of the Pope of the Hand of Chaos, Shar, which is frozen into an ice sculpture."

“My God! How did he do that?” Elizabeth murmured to herself.

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Chapter 0050 Summary of Post-Production Impressions

"They're all really wiped out!?" In the villa in the river district, Thomas Pick, the leader of the Tide Pirates, looked somewhat shocked.

The second mate, who had just returned from the reconnaissance, nodded: "Yes, Captain. Shal's frozen body is now on the public square. Our men have confirmed that it is Shal, the Pope of the Hand of Chaos."

Thomas sat down slowly after hearing the news. It was quite unexpected. He had thought that the fight between the two sides would last for a while and then end with the victory of the Chaos Hand. He had even planned to go and buy some corpses to feed his pets.

But unexpectedly, it ended completely in just two hours, and the result was that the Hand of Chaos was completely wiped out!?

After a long silence, Thomas asked again, "What about the casualties in Los Arkham?"

"A total of 53 people were injured, including soldiers and civilians, but none of them died," the second mate said.

Thomas abruptly raised his head, his wide eyes flashing with a terrifying light: "None of them died?"

"Yes, according to our intelligence, Los Arkham has more than 30 police officers under his command. These police officers are very brave and powerful. They completely overwhelmed the core followers of the Chaos Hand. The whole process was a complete crushing victory."

Hearing this, Thomas slowly leaned back on the sofa: "It seems we need to reassess this young mayor."

In the conference room of the Redemption Society branch in the North District.

The large conference room could accommodate twenty people, but at this moment only Dr. Laban Shrewsbury was there, and the lights were not yet on.

Dr. Laban removed his sunglasses, revealing his empty, black eyes staring at the table, and asked, "What should we do about Los Arkham?"

"The president said to keep an eye on things and avoid making enemies."

"The dungeon labyrinth has begun to appear, and all the major powers are secretly sending their forces. At this time, it is good for Arkham to have a powerful ruler."

Laban nodded after listening: "I understand."

"Keep an eye on the witches in the French mountains; they've been going a bit too far lately."

"learn."

Putting his sunglasses back on, Dr. Laban walked out of the conference room and looked at the adjacent central district: "The world has changed."

Let's return our focus to the central area, Arkham Central Hospital.

The injured civilians and soldiers have been sent here for treatment, and police and military personnel are on duty and protecting the entire hospital.

Daryl was at that moment offering condolences to the injured on behalf of Los.

"Please rest assured, everyone. All the cultists have been executed and will no longer threaten the central area. At the same time, the mayor announced that all your future medical expenses will be covered by the municipal government, and all the injured will not need to pay a single penny for treatment."

Upon hearing this, the entire hospital was shaken, and the surrounding journalists quickly recorded this momentous event.

The injured lying in the hospital ward, especially those from impoverished families, burst into tears upon hearing this, exclaiming, "Thank you, great mayor! Thank you, great mayor!"

This decision, which had never been made in Arkham before, began to spread as a headline in the Arkham Morning Post at six o'clock the next morning, thanks to Daryl's excellent work.

Great Mayor! All medical expenses for the injured in this terrorist attack will be waived!

No matter what kind of person you are, seeing this will deeply move you.

After having breakfast, Danny Aubanon, the leader of the Danny gang, saw the newspaper and sneered, "What a foolish thing to do! Spending this money on these useless civilians is such a waste!"

Standing to the side, Vic the Golden Monkey said, "He's trying to buy people's hearts with money to control the Central District. Boss, now that the Chaos Hand is completely destroyed, the entire Central District is in a state of chaos. Should we..."

"Unclaimed? Open your eyes and see! The master in the central area now is far more dangerous than the Hand of Chaos before!" Danny said loudly as he ate his bloody beef.

After listening, Vic looked enlightened and said, "I see. I never thought of that. Your wisdom is indeed beyond my reach."

"Gather your forces. This afternoon, go to the French mountains to discuss the next steps with Mason. I don't think this new mayor will stay so complacent. He needs to find his allies first."

"Understood."

After a busy night, Los ate fifteen pounds of food in half an hour and then stretched comfortably: "That bite yesterday was really satisfying."

The phantom that appeared yesterday was not an energy body or a spiritual body, but a semi-ancient god form unfolded through his body tissues and cells.

Yes, that was a true half-ancient god, because it only had half a body.

That ancient god form was merely an outer shell; it had nothing inside.

Even so, the immense power it displays still reaches level eighty.

"Why does it take this form?" Los felt something was strange.