Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

"My throat thirsts for blood, my claws crave to tear."

His primal instincts roared within him, and he now craved release.

For some reason, Kro, who is at level 30, has begun to awaken some talents that are not human. In addition, the various rewards he received from the Eye of Insight mission have greatly increased his talents, but at the same time, they have also brought great side effects.

He possesses a vampire-like constitution, craving human blood, and after a period of time, his fingernails grow uncontrollably and rapidly, resembling ten sharp blades.

This is his talent; he possesses a self-healing ability far exceeding that of ordinary people. At the same time, his fingernails are ten times harder than steel. When these sharp fingernails manifest their form, they possess terrifying destructive power, leaving behind a trail of corpses wherever he goes in previous battles.

His body was hidden in the shadows, and his eyes randomly found a very ordinary family.

If he weren't on a mission, he really wanted to kill everyone on this street.

He leaped up, his sharp fingernails easily cutting through the window cracks and unlocking the inside of the window. Then, like a phantom, he entered the room.

The house is a two-story duplex, and the rooms are very clean. On both sides, there are a large number of human head models with various types and colors of hair, which suggests that the owner of the house must be a hairdresser.

There were three rooms on the second floor, but no one was living there. This made Crowe very unhappy because he wanted to find a family, kill them, and bathe in their blood.

However, judging from the current situation, this place should be occupied by a person living alone.

Although the situation was not quite what he had expected, that did not stop him from killing.

His body moved like a cat's, yet he made no sound as he moved swiftly.

As he walked down the stairs, he heard a woman's voice humming a song.

Upon hearing the sound, Crowe could no longer suppress his bloodlust and charged down instantly.

In the kitchen on the inside of the first floor, a woman dressed in white pajamas appeared to be cooking food.

"Still cooking at midnight?" The thought flashed through his mind, and his body transformed into a black shadow as he rushed into the kitchen, grabbed the woman by the neck, and whispered, "Woman, do you like the feeling of blood splattering?"

The woman was suddenly grabbed by the neck and seemed terrified, her body instantly freezing in place.

This reaction pleased Crowe greatly. His still-growing fingernails gently slid across the woman's neck. Crowe whispered, "My nails are itching for a bite. You know what? These nails are ten times harder than steel. You won't even feel any pain when they cut through your skin."

"However, I enjoy hearing other people's cries of pain, so if you try your best to scream, I might make it easier for you to die."

The woman seemed completely terrified, remaining motionless and silent.

Crowe was very dissatisfied with this silence, so he raised his razor-sharp fingernails, ready to pierce the woman's neck.

But then, the woman said in a very calm voice, "Do you know? In Arkham, trespassing is very dangerous."

Kroc had no time to listen to the woman; his sharp nails pierced her neck.

In an instant, a large amount of blood gushed out.

Crowe opened his mouth and let the blood spray into his mouth, feeling the thick, warm blood, which made him feel extremely happy and comfortable.

But at that moment, the woman seemed unaffected by the attack. She slowly turned her head, her tone filled with displeasure: "Lunchtime is the time I enjoy most every day, and you! How dare you disturb my lunch!"

At that moment, the woman turned her head, and Crowe saw a face with blood all over its mouth.

He then looked down and was horrified to find human hands and necks on the woman's cutting board and in the pot.

In that instant, Crowe felt a tremendous crisis suddenly approaching him. He instantly pulled out his nails and quickly retreated away from the woman.

As the fingernail was pulled out, blood sprayed into the air, but the woman turned her head away without a care, because the blood that had been sprayed out actually flowed back into her body, and the fatal penetrating wound on her neck had completely healed at this moment.

"You are!!" Kro's eyes narrowed instantly upon seeing this.

The woman's face was now grim, and her skin gradually turned deathly pale. A pair of huge fleshy wings, sharp fangs, and ferocious claws grew from her back.

"A high-ranking vampire!?" Upon seeing this, Crowe exclaimed in disbelief.

High vampires are truly immortal beings. They have overcome the problems of sunlight and bloodsucking, and are legendary creatures that can easily live for thousands of years!

Kro had seen many low-level vampires. They were afraid of sunlight, bloodthirsty, and lacked intelligence. Their overall combat strength was inferior to that of ghouls.

He had always believed that high-ranking vampires were creatures that only existed in legends, but he never expected that on his first night in Arkham, when he randomly entered a house to satisfy his desires, he would bump into a high-ranking vampire!

This female vampire was naturally the one with whom Los had had intimate contact at Danny's villa.

She then carefully examined Kro, a smile of interest appearing on her lips: "A level 30 superhuman, actually evolving towards becoming a vampire on his own initiative, quite interesting! Your scent must be much stronger than those stinky men."

Kro's current form is at most that of a half-vampire, and this high-level vampire has a natural suppression effect on him.

He couldn't figure out what level this woman was at, but he knew he was no match for her.

"Damn it! What terrible luck! Just how many monsters are in this godforsaken place?!"

Kro screamed inwardly and turned to run.

But at that moment, he suddenly realized that he was gradually losing control of his body.

Just as he was marveling at this, the female vampire had already quietly appeared behind him, saying with a mocking tone, "Little guy, don't you know? The blood of high-ranking vampires is deadly poison to low-ranking vampires like you with impure bloodlines!"

"If there is a next life, remember this: trespassing in Arkham is dangerous."

"The danger doesn't come from the police, but from the homeowner."

Chapter 0140 Hounds, Prey, and Hunter

Following Danny back to the headquarters of Clover Company in the business district, Barlow turned his head to look at the Arkham Flower Club not far away as he got out of the car.

"Is this a women's club?" Barlow asked in surprise.

Danny nodded slightly: "Los Arkham opened here a while ago, and it attracted a large number of women in just a few days."

"Damn it! I just lead those women in exercise every day, I don't know what's so attractive about it that makes them so obsessed."

Upon hearing this, Barlow glanced at the ancient church a couple more times, then followed Danny into the Clover Company.

The company is very large, occupying a five-story standalone building. The interior is quite nicely decorated, and although it is already midnight, there are still some people on duty here.

Barlow followed Danny up to the second floor, where they found themselves in a very spacious reception room.

"Please have a seat!" Danny said with a smile.

Barlow casually sat down, praising, "Your company's decor is quite nice; I'd like to have one like that when I get back."

Barlow laughed heartily: "It is my honor to receive your praise."

After saying that, Danny took off his shirt and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll go and call the girls over!"

After hearing this, Barlow smiled and shook his head, saying, "Forget about that. I have no interest in women. Let's talk about business instead!"

Danny laughed and said, "Don't say that. Men need women's care all the time. Even if you don't have any other thoughts, holding her in your arms and touching her soft skin can make you feel happy."

Barlow firmly shook his head and said, "There are some things I think are better left unsaid."

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Danny's eyes. He didn't press the matter, and instead sat down opposite him, saying, "Mr. Barlow is quite a boring person."

"Is that so? I do think I'm a very interesting person, it's just that I'm not interested in women," Barlow said casually, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He seemed to dislike men who were obsessed with sex and whose every word revolved around women.

Danny chuckled and countered, "So you're interested in men?"

Barlow frowned slightly after listening, then asked, "Did you call me here just to say this?"

At this moment, the two of them no longer spoke with the same respect as they had in the bar. The "you" was replaced with "you," and their tone became more direct and sharp.

Danny nodded with a smile: "Yes, I'm just curious whether you're actually interested in men."

Barlow's eyes turned slightly cold: "It seems you invited me here not to discuss cooperation."

“You’re not so stupid,” Danny said with a chuckle as he leaned back on the sofa.

Barlow sneered, "Aren't you afraid that your greed will lead you to swallow an elephant whole, and you'll burst your own belly?"

Danny calmly replied, "A snake trying to swallow an elephant? You must have misunderstood. You're not an elephant, and I'm not a snake. I'm just a dog, a dog belonging to my master."

Hearing this, Barlow's heart skipped a beat, and his body instantly emitted a strange sound. Then, he threw an incredibly fierce punch at Danny: "As a human being, how dare you call yourself a dog? Don't you have any dignity at all?"

Danny blocked the fierce punch precisely. Under Barlow's watchful eye, Danny's clenched fist gradually turned purplish-blue, and sharp fingernails appeared.

"Who told you I'm human?" Danny scoffed, his body instantly growing twice the size, and then a monster appeared, covered in special bone armor, with four bone horns on its head, and possessing sharp claws and teeth.

"I, as a human being, am long dead. Now I have been given a new life and form by my master. I am a dog that tracks down my master's animals!"

Upon seeing this, Barlow abruptly stepped back, his eyes narrowing: "Ghoul Lord!? Level 32!?"

Barlow felt his heart pounding. It was the first time he had ever seen a ghoul lord, and from what he could see, this ghoul was still in its initial stage, level thirty-two.

Given enough time to develop, a ghoul lord can grow to around level 45.

"How lucky!" Barlow exclaimed excitedly after his initial shock and surprise.

“You are very lucky to have met me,” Danny said, his two-meter-long, enormous skeletal tail swaying in the air.

With a flick of his wrist, two 30-centimeter-long daggers appeared in his hands. Then, numerous black lines appeared on his cheeks and neck. Along with these lines, Barlow's hair and eyes turned crimson.

A series of terrifying shockwaves erupted.

"You really think you can defeat me, defeat me at level 34!?" Barlow's words had barely left his mouth when his body vanished from the spot.

In an instant, the terrifying pressure caused by the compressed air created a violent windstorm in the living room.

Danny's eyes narrowed, and he quickly raised his arms to protect his head.

Click!

The moment they made contact, Danny's arm bones were sliced ​​open, revealing the purplish-black muscles underneath.

"Where are you looking?" Before Danny could react, Barlow's eerie voice came from behind him.

Danny quickly came to his senses, but Barlow delivered a powerful whip kick that sent him flying, smashing the living room sofa to pieces.

At this moment, Balo exuded a special blood aura, like a berserker from the game "Dungeon Fighter Online".

Barlow then strolled forward and asked casually, "Tell me, who is your master? The Black Goat's Egg doesn't have the technology to turn humans into ghoul lords."

Danny slowly stood up. After all, the two were only two levels apart. Although Danny was no match for his opponent, he was not at the point where he could be instantly killed.

Looking down at the bone armor on his chest, he noticed faint cracks had appeared.

"You should be able to guess who my master is without me saying it, right?"

“Los Arkham!?” Barlow was startled.

Danny grinned and said, "You guessed right!"

While Barlow was still in shock, Danny charged forward instantly, attacking simultaneously with his sharp claws and terrifying skeletal tail, seizing the initiative in the battle.

Unfortunately, Barlow was two levels higher than Danny, and given his current special state, he quickly adapted to his physical condition after the initial frantic dodging. He then seized the opportunity and plunged the dagger into Danny's ribs.