Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

However, these attacks struck the golden lion with a clear, clanging sound, like pebbles hitting a steel plate.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this?!" At this moment, many soldiers shouted while firing their guns, their faces pale.

"I don't know! Retreat! Retreat! Call for reinforcements!" the soldiers shouted frantically.

Then, in the darkness, a slightly plump figure gradually appeared.

This is a slightly chubby middle-aged man wearing a white suit, who looks very kind and approachable.

"God said that all those who harm cats will be punished."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty dark figures suddenly appeared around the soldier.

In an instant, blood splattered as sharp claws sliced ​​through their skin and bones, even tearing apart the guns in their hands.

When it was all over, nineteen of the twenty soldiers were dead, and the remaining soldier, seriously wounded and mentally broken, stumbled away.

Mark smiled like a friendly neighborhood uncle: "Fear is beginning to spread."

Kenneth, who came over upon hearing the sound, clapped his hands and said, "As expected of an apostle favored by the great cat god."

Mark turned to Kenneth: "The Devil's Hand certainly lives up to its name."

Kenneth walked over and skillfully picked up the heads from the dismembered bodies, saying, "Looks like I was behind from the start."

Mark seemed to have a smile on his face for everyone, and he said in a friendly tone, "The night is long, and this is just the beginning."

In the darkness of night, civilians in Arkham heard the piercing gunshots again in their homes.

However, this time, it was not the despicable gang that disturbed their peace, but the imperial army.

Arkham Prison.

Captain Gerry is here screening the undercover agents they captured, as well as related gang members.

This group of people who have lost everything is easy to control, and this group of local bullies is also good at helping them understand Arkham.

Just as Captain Gerry had selected more than twenty prisoners and was preparing to release them, a soldier rushed in, his face pale, and said, "It's terrible, sir! Our patrol soldiers have been slaughtered one after another by superhumans! You must go and see!"

Captain Gerry's face turned icy cold upon hearing this, and he quickly stood up: "Let's go!"

Just as he passed by the soldier, he suddenly felt as if he had been electrocuted in the chest, followed by a wave of numbness and tingling throughout his body, and he lost control of his body.

"You!!!" Captain Gerry's eyes widened as he stared incredulously at the ordinary-looking soldier in front of him.

At this moment, the soldier raised his hand, in which he held a silver-gray scalpel.

Then he placed his palm on his face and pulled it down, tearing off his entire face. It was the plastic surgeon, Sindwaal.

"Captain Gerry, may I borrow your face?" His hideous face, with its gleaming white teeth, resembled a demon in the night.

Captain Gerry desperately tried to gain control of his body, but to no avail.

"Guards! Guards!" Captain Gerry kept shouting, but no one responded to him.

At this moment, Sindwaal grabbed Captain Gerry by the hair and dragged him out of the office.

“Your men are here,” Sindwar said with a smile.

Captain Gerry looked up and his eyes narrowed instantly. There were six corpses lying haphazardly in the corridor.

Among the six corpses were even three genetically engineered soldiers.

“Impossible! This is impossible!” Captain Gerry roared.

Sindwaal crouched down, revealing his grotesque mouth, which was contorted by the absence of lips.

"Nothing is impossible. These are just a bunch of level 19 nobodies. As a level 27, isn't it easy for me to slaughter them?"

As he spoke, he gradually inserted the scalpel into Captain Gerry's forehead, slowly cutting open his skin, and a large amount of blood flowed down his skin.

Even the battle-hardened Captain Gerry was on the verge of a mental breakdown: "No! No! Let's talk this out! Our army has a lot of technology! We can heal your face! I can give you money! I can give you great power! We can cooperate! If you want power! You can rule Arkham in the future!"

Upon hearing this, Sindwal seemed to fall into deep thought. Just as Captain Gerry felt he had seen a glimmer of hope and was about to continue speaking, he felt the sharp scalpel cut into his skin.

Hindwal crouched down, his狰狞 face gradually approaching Gri's face, and whispered, "I want a god, do you have one?"

"God? God?" Captain Gerry was completely stunned.

The scalpel slowly cut away the skin from Captain Gerry's forehead, and the excruciating pain caused Captain Gerry to struggle continuously.

He went mad in extreme pain and fear.

Chapter 0121 A Feast of Madness

In the darkness, screams of agony, sometimes heart-wrenching, sometimes terrified, could be heard from the narrow, winding streets of Arkham.

These arrogant fellows vividly demonstrated to the inhabitants of Arkham how many different kinds of screams there are.

At the boundary between the North District and the Central District, Dr. Laban stood on the rooftop, the cool night breeze causing his collar to sway like an arm swinging back and forth in the darkness.

"The monsters in the central area have awakened," Dr. Laban said gravely.

The screams from the center now radiate outwards, echoing throughout the northern part of Arkham.

"Quick! Quick!"

On the streets, the troops patrolling the northern district received the message and quickly banded together to return to support the central district.

"What are the monsters in the central area, Doctor?" the young man standing beside him asked curiously.

Dr. Laban said calmly, "The central area isn't geographically advantageous, and its economic development can't compare to the college area and the commercial area. Do you know why it's called the central area?"

"Could it be?" The young man seemed to have thought of something.

Dr. Laban didn't continue: "The already restless monsters saw a new future, which is Los Arkham."

Within half an hour, the troops that had spread to all parts of the city were rapidly returning, as if they had encountered something terrifying.

In the wealthy district, Elizabeth watched the military vehicles and tanks departing into the distance and let out a sigh of relief. She had no intention of starting a war with the army here.

"Leader! Leader!" A young man dressed in black rushed back.

"Has something happened in the central area?" Elizabeth asked.

The young man in black nodded vigorously and said, "For some reason, the monsters hiding in the central area attacked all at once tonight. The patrolling soldiers had no chance to resist. These gathered soldiers are here to support the central area."

Elizabeth's eyes flashed, and she asked, "Who did you see?"

“Cat God Messenger, Mark Crawford; Demon Left Hand, Kenneth Yass; Faceless Doctor, Garrison Sindwall; King Kong, Atreil.” The young man rattled off four names and titles.

Elizabeth gritted her teeth and said, "He actually has the ability to cooperate with them?"

As the future head of intelligence here, she has a very detailed understanding of these people.

None of these four guys are normal, and they can be considered big shots in the Arkham underworld.

What about people in other areas?

"Everyone is watching and observing; no one is making any rash moves," the young man said.

Elizabeth fell into deep thought upon hearing this, then asked, "What's happening in the business district?"

She's been keeping an eye on the business district lately, and her intuition tells her that something seems to have happened to Danny's gang, but she can't pinpoint the problem.

The young man said with dissatisfaction, "Danny O'Banion of the Danny gang seems to have completely sided with the army. Now he is returning to the central area with Captain Roger of the army to provide support."

"Now? Why is Roger still in the central area? Even if he's a good-for-nothing, shouldn't he know what's important?"

The young man said in a low voice, "That fellow Aubanion seems to have taken the little girl from the Flower of Arkham, and then went in with Roger and his adjutant. They didn't come out for a full six hours."

Elizabeth's pupils contracted. She had a good impression of the dozen or so girls who had been rescued by Ross and were self-reliant, working hard and trying to make a living.

"Wait, you said Aubanion brought them in? And then what?"

"After that, he went back with Roger, taking five girls with him," the subordinate replied.

“No, this is not right. Given Arkham’s character, he would never stand by and watch these girls be abused,” Elizabeth said with absolute certainty.

The subordinate whispered, "Boss, isn't that mayor a bad guy to begin with?"

“You don’t understand. There must be something we don’t know about this. The relationship between the Danny Gang and the Arkham Flower is not as simple as it seems.”

In the darkness, a team of ten men quickly left Marsh Street while maintaining vigilance.

Although they didn't know what had happened, they knew they couldn't continue fighting in such a scattered manner.

Why suppress your discontent? Why obey their orders?

"who!?"

Suddenly, all ten people felt as if someone was whispering in their ears.

They looked around warily at each other, then drew their guns and shouted, "Who's speaking!"

Unfortunately, no one answered them.

"Let's go! This place is too eerie," the team leader hurriedly said.

As the ten people continued on their way, that faint, indistinct voice, like a cat's claw scratching at their hearts, came again.

"Reason is the shackles of the spirit, madness is the prerequisite for freedom. Why suffer such fear? Why not embrace the vast freedom together?"

"Listen to me, pick up your weapons and pull the trigger."

This strange voice possessed an indescribable, special power, constantly bewitching their thoughts and instigating the darkness within their hearts.

Suddenly, all ten people stopped in their tracks, and then, in the quiet night, heavy breathing like that of wild beasts could be heard.

What are you still hesitating about?

In an instant, the ten men's eyes turned bloodshot, their expressions became ferocious, and they suddenly raised their guns and began to fire wildly at their companions.

Tu Tu Tu

After about twenty seconds of continuous gunfire, ten people lay helplessly in pools of blood, staring blankly at the night sky. At that moment, none of them knew why they had come to such a hellish place and suffered such inhuman torment.

In the darkness, a tall, thin young man emerged, dressed in a white shirt, black vest, black trousers, and shiny black leather shoes.

His hair was neatly parted in a three-seven split, his cheeks were sharply defined, and his face was slightly long, giving him a sharp and imposing air.

I took a deep breath; the smell of gunpowder in the air hadn't dissipated yet.

"The taste of disaster and madness is still so wonderful," Portland Chambers said, raptly.

"Even the disaster lawyer can't suppress his inner loneliness?" From the shadows obscured by the moonlight, a muscular young man dressed in a casual t-shirt emerged.

The young man had a cross-shaped scar on his cheek and black, scale-like tattoos on his arms.