Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

These things are too much for Trish to handle, even Carrington couldn't withstand them. Lilith might be able to hold out for a while.

“I now have a general idea of ​​what you are.” As Los said this, just as the monster was about to throw its second punch, the thick arm that had been clenching its fist instantly transformed into more than a dozen thick tentacles with terrifying power, which then wrapped tightly around the monster’s arm.

oooooooo!

The monster struggled incessantly, letting out roars, but it could not break free from the restraints of the powerful tentacles.

Los casually plopped it down on his lap, sighing, "My energy, which I've been accumulating for fifteen days, is about to run out again."

Based on that punch just now, Los had already formed a preliminary assessment of this guy.

Even with his current strength, he couldn't kill or destroy this guy, but he also couldn't beat him.

Based on the recent transformation, Los roughly deduced that this guy probably has two forms: one with red blood and one with black blood.

"Before we arrived, we were all in a relatively weak red-blood form, but after coming into contact with Carrington, we immediately turned into black-blood. It should be able to sense the purity of a person's mind and the level of sin, and thus react differently."

“Tracy and her two children are pure-hearted people with little blood on their hands, but Carrington is different.”

Then he looked down at the monster that was still struggling: "This black-blooded rage form shouldn't last too long. Once it calms down, we'll take it back and study it carefully."

The general direction is no different from Los's estimate.

About half an hour later, the monster had calmed down considerably, and red blood began to flow again from the hollow of its stone head.

At the same time, the chains that had just been unlocked seemed to have their own consciousness, binding his body and arms tightly once again.

The black substance had been collected by Los and now formed into a black sphere about the size of two fists.

These things are extremely evil and dangerous. They possess a certain degree of self-awareness and constantly absorb the bioenergy of all living things around them to maintain their movement.

At this moment, all the trees around the two of them had formed a withered yellow circle with a diameter of ten meters.

But miraculously, as the red blood flowed out again, these withered and necrotic plants were reborn at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in less than ten minutes, they were green again.

Looking at his current state, Los said to his head, "Let's split up. Go to Arkham Sanatorium and tell Lilith what's going on when she gets back. Have her bring the equipment and manpower over."

Its head then flapped its wings and it quickly left the woods.

Los stretched out his hand, and a human mouth grew from his palm, sticking out his tongue to lick the red blood on the ground.

In an instant, Los Angeles felt as if he had taken a powerful tonic, and his depleted energy was quickly replenished.

"The bio-energy gained from swallowing this mouthful of blood is almost equal to the bio-energy I get from eating two days' worth of food. This guy is actually somewhat useful."

Without Carrington's continued stimulation, the monster, now back in its normal form and with Los sitting on its bottom, was quite docile, only muttering repeatedly that it was guilty and guilty.

Los looked at the monster and sighed, "I didn't have this kind of weird thing in my setting. Sure enough, the changes in this world are not just the development of humans themselves, but also many things that I don't know or understand at all."

The appearance of this monster served as a reminder to Los that there were still many things in this world that he was unaware of.

In its black-blooded state, this monster's overall combat power should be on par with the Pope of the Hand of Chaos. Given its indestructible nature, the Pope of the Hand of Chaos would likely have no way to deal with it.

"Judging from the current situation, there should be other monsters like this in this world, plus that mysterious organization of the Eye of Insight. We really can't be careless." Los thought to himself, reflecting on his decisions and actions over the past month. There seemed to be no problems.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Lilith, holding Los's head, came over with Kur and Murthy.

Los doesn't have many extraordinary talents under his command right now; he only has a handful who are truly outstanding.

The three of them brought a lot of things as Los had instructed, one of which was an iron coffin that they had found in the warehouse of Arkham Sanatorium.

This iron coffin was the container used to transfer Lilith.

The approach of the three people did not trigger the monster's frenzy.

Lilith stared at the monster with sparkling eyes, and asked excitedly, "Young Master, what is this?"

“It’s not clear yet; a detailed study is needed.” Los stood up.

Murthy cautiously examined the monster, having heard that it was extremely powerful and had punched Carrington through the chest.

The laceration through their chest didn't fully heal until just before they were about to set off.

"A stone head? Is that blood flowing out?" Kur asked, looking puzzled.

There are too many secrets and questions about this monster waiting to be uncovered.

Los stood up, casually put the guy into the iron coffin, and then locked the coffin with chains. Looking at the team of exactly four people, including himself, he laughed and said, "We can be considered a professional team now."

"What kind of professional team?" Lilith asked curiously.

Los patted the coffin: "A professional team dancing while carrying a coffin, exciting, isn't it?"

"Dancing with a coffin"

Imagine three people: amidst the heavy, solemn sounds of a funeral, four relatives carrying the coffin of the deceased suddenly break into a dance as everyone grieves and weeps.

"Isn't this going to bring the dead back to life?" Kur said with a strange expression.

Lilith said eagerly, "I find it very interesting."

Los laughed and said, "If there's a chance, we can give it a try."

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Chapter 0060: The knowledge I've learned is all mixed up.

At dusk, several people carried the coffin back to Arkham Sanatorium.

Kur immediately activated the highest level of defense at the sanatorium, locking the guy in the lowest part of the entire sanatorium, where Lilith had once stayed.

Los said, "Lilith and Kur will be in charge of this guy for now. Don't let him contact anyone. Investigate his patterns of madness, as well as his related habits and behaviors."

"Understood." The two nodded immediately.

Los turned to Murcy: "How are those two dogs doing?"

Murcy nodded and said, "I've got a lead. I've extracted some of the food that the two dogs ate before from their stomachs."

"What were you found?"

Murthy said, "These two dogs ate people, specifically human brains and livers."

“A person?” Los raised an eyebrow.

Murthy nodded solemnly: "Most importantly, I analyzed the relevant organization and, based on its activity and strength, I can determine that the deceased was a superhuman, at around level eighteen, and no more than level twenty."

"Based on the degree of digestion, the two dogs ate the corpse around 11 p.m. last night. During the subsequent digestion process, the mutated cells in the superhuman's brain and liver began to infect the dogs' cells, which then caused mutations."

Upon hearing this, Los said, "It seems to be caused by a fight between other gangs. Notify Zeke to track the dog's movements and find the body."

"clear."

After taking care of things here, Los returned home, and Carrington reported, "Dr. Laban from the North District came to visit you at three o'clock. He waited here for half an hour and then left, saying he would come again tomorrow."

Los wasn't surprised and said, "If I'm not here when he comes next time, just ask him what he needs. You're qualified to receive guests on my behalf, Uncle Carrington."

"Okay, I see."

"How are the two children?" Los asked.

“He was terrified and is in the hospital now, but he shouldn’t have any other major problems,” Carrington replied.

Los nodded slowly: "Rest now."

Back in his study, Los casually took off his head and placed it in the special compartment on the bookshelf for heads, then sat comfortably in his chair.

He doesn't need to sleep now, so Los, who is already at the Great Ascension stage of cultivation, hasn't slept since he transmigrated.

“A special existence that I don’t understand cannot be destroyed even in my current state. Originally, building a containment facility was just a casual idea, but now it seems that the appearance of this guy has made the establishment of the containment facility a priority.”

Under normal circumstances, this monster is not only not very harmful, but the red liquid it oozes out is a very precious resource and treasure for everyone. The huge bioenergy hidden in it can even undergo a qualitative change through quantitative change after refinement and concentration, allowing people at the evolutionary stage to easily advance further.

As long as this guy is controlled properly, he will have an inexhaustible supply of high-level blood.

Thinking of this, he casually took out some blueprints from a cabinet next to him.

These drawings are the original design plans for the Arkham Sanatorium.

This sanatorium is very suitable for conversion into a shelter because its current layout and structure are no different from those of a shelter. The responsibilities it has performed over the years are also those of a shelter, only at a lower level.

"We don't need to worry about the outside situation for now. The main thing is to renovate the interior and underground space. That will be enough for me to use for a while. Then, when the time is right, we can recast the above-ground structure."

"Among the knowledge in my mind, there are indeed some things like the firing of bricks in the palaces of the Great Old Ones, the crafting process of the throne of the Yellow King, the refurbishment of spaceship decks, and the polishing of the outer shell of faster-than-light spaceships."

After thinking about this topic, all sorts of random things came to mind.

The above content is relatively normal; there's even more below: Ancient God-level tentacle synthesis technology, Gherros's eyepatch synthesis technology, Tindalos's Hound postpartum nutrition package, and Cthulhu seafood stall special dipping sauce preparation.

"What the hell is all this stuff?" Los finally realized the side effect of his infinitely expandable and divergent thinking.

That is, most of the time when thinking, one is unable to concentrate, and one's willpower is always pulled by these strange and wonderful pieces of knowledge.

At the same time, he began to wonder what exactly Yog-Sothoth had given him? His personal culinary insights?

He forced himself to concentrate, trying to find materials with great toughness and hardness to block the monster's movement, or something it hated or feared, so that it wouldn't dare to move.

After thinking for a long time, Los still couldn't find what he was looking for.

"I've learned so much knowledge, it's all so haphazard! It seems that searching like this won't work if I want to extract the knowledge I need; I need to actually encounter it and trigger deep-seated memories."

When he lost his head and Carrington died, the things that happened in front of him stimulated his mental memory, allowing him to quickly locate the knowledge he needed.

What he needs now is to know what this monster is afraid of, and what the limit of its power is, and then begin a targeted search.

With this in mind, Los temporarily pulled his wandering thoughts back and focused his attention on his town.

"The central area is relatively stable now. The Freemasons in the North, the Elizabeth in the wealthy area, and my alma mater in the college area are all potential partners."

"What I need to deal with separately is the Danny gang in the business district. This guy has taken over the city's coal mines and is smuggling blood wine and guns, which has affected my source of income."

"And Thomas of the River District's Tide Pirates, that guy is a priest of the Dagon Cult, he must be eliminated when the time is right."

"And then there are the witches of the forbidden gates in the French mountains. Let me see who I'll target next."

Somewhat hesitant, he picked up his head and jumped out of the window, intending to take a walk and relax his mind.

"Huh? There are rats?" After taking only a couple of steps, Los hurriedly put his head on his neck, his eyes lighting up slightly.

Nine o'clock in the evening, in a ward at Arkham Public Hospital.

A transparent figure quietly bypassed all the guards and doctors and entered the two children's ward.

At this moment, the two children were pale and their brows were furrowed, as if they were having nightmares in their sleep.

"You weren't infected?" the transparent person said in a low voice, a hint of surprise in his tone.

Chapter 0061 Arkham's Hospitality