Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Danny stiffened from the sting, and Barlow seized the opportunity, followed by a series of punches before grabbing his neck and slamming him to the floor.

Then, Barlow pressed his knee directly onto Danny's body and grinned, "I've killed quite a few ghouls, but this is the first ghoul lord!"

"I must say Los Arkham was really stupid, sending you here to die without even understanding our strength. Such a rare ghoul lord is now going to become a victim of my blade."

Despite the unfavorable situation, Danny remained calm. Even while pinned to the ground, he said calmly, "You cannot imagine the wisdom of your master, you foolish outsiders."

"Even on his deathbed, he's still incredibly loyal," Barlow sneered.

Danny glanced at the time and said, "Hmm, we should be there soon."

"What's almost here?" Barlow asked warily.

Danny smiled slightly: "I've said it before, I'm just a dog. Once a dog finds its prey, it's naturally the human who takes action!"

Whoosh!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the glass on the second floor shattered.

Immediately afterwards, a tall, thin figure with pale skin, carrying a large, flesh-and-blood knife, entered the living room.

Chapter 0141 We're Not Some Demons

Barlow looked warily at the strange-looking man. His pale skin had no pores, and large areas of it were covered by bizarre tattoos.

He was wearing close-fitting trousers and a black fleece vest.

The bald head, sunken eye sockets, and cold, strange eyes all made Barlow feel a deep sense of danger.

Barlow stared at the strange fellow, his eyes widening as he tried to discern the other's true level, but unfortunately, he couldn't see it at all.

"Who are you?" Barlow asked in a low voice.

The strange man's gaze fell on Barlow, and he said indifferently, "Kos, an ordinary tattoo artist in Arkham."

"Tattoo artist?"

As Barlow thought this, his body vanished once again in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, he was behind Kos.

Just as he raised his dagger to attack, Kos turned his head slightly, and his strange, sunken eyes instantly locked onto Barlow's location.

"not good!"

Barlow gasped for breath, his powerful body causing him to spin in mid-air, attempting to escape through the broken window.

But in the next instant, a cold hand swiftly and precisely gripped his neck, the casual gesture and movement as if it were casually squeezing a dead chicken.

Instantly, Balo felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body felt incredibly cold.

It wasn't real cold, but his despair.

The hand gripping his neck was gradually tightening its grip; this guy was showing no mercy and was about to crush his neck.

Just then, Danny stood up again and said, "Mr. Koss, the mayor doesn't want him to die yet."

Hearing this, Kos stopped gripping his hand and turned to look at Barlow, asking, "Are you alright?"

He had no feelings for people, but at this moment he had some affection for the ghoul lord Danny.

Perhaps it's because of his inhuman identity, or perhaps it's because he possesses a drop of ancient god's blood.

Danny shook his head, touched the injury on his waist, and said, "It'll be fine tomorrow. Thank you so much this time."

Kos casually tossed the nearly suffocating Barlow to the ground and said, "It was the mayor who had Ruixue notify me to come over."

At that moment, a girl dressed in a white dress with fiery red hair, looking like an elf, walked up the stairs.

Beside her, a dozen or so ghouls surrounded her, seemingly showing great respect for the beautiful young woman.

This scene presents an extreme contrast. Barlow, who was on the verge of death, vaguely saw this scene and thought that the beautiful Grim Reaper had come with a group of ugly demons to collect his soul.

“Mr. Aubanion, are you alright?” Ruixue ran over and asked.

Danny smiled and said, "It's nothing, just minor injuries. Your and Mr. Kos's arrival was crucial."

At this moment, Barlow finally regained consciousness. When they saw the room full of ghouls, their faces were filled with shock: "How is this possible! How can there be so many ghouls here!"

He then saw Vic and John, who had gone mad in the intelligence report, now turned into ghouls.

The next second, his gaze fell on the beautiful and lively girl amidst the group of monsters.

The girl standing there now resembled a pure flower blooming amidst the filth of the underworld.

These terrifying monsters, however, seemed to have a very friendly relationship with the girl and even appeared to respect her greatly.

This was simply unbelievable to Barlow.

Since the goal of all monsters is to eliminate humanity, the slaughter of humans by these ferocious monsters is an almost instinctive behavior.

But the current scene has completely shattered his worldview.

Ruixue looked down at Ballow's incredulous face, then suddenly giggled and said, "Looks like he looks so dumb and silly right now!"

For a level 34 advanced superhuman, a powerful and influential businessman, to be spoken to like this by a young girl should have been a very humiliating thing.

But upon hearing this voice, Barlow felt a sense of comfort; the fear that had just gripped his entire body was washed away by the crisp laughter.

Once he came to his senses, while everyone was talking, Balo suddenly unleashed his last bit of strength and reached out to kidnap the girl who was so close to him.

He believed that as long as he kidnapped the girl, he would have a chance to survive!

"I'm sorry, but I had no other choice!"

In the blink of an eye, when his palm was less than half a meter away from Ruixue's fair neck, a terrifying pressure suddenly erupted.

This terrifying pressure was like a storm acting on his soul, causing his mind to completely lose control of his body.

At this moment, you can see that the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain just a second ago has turned into a powerless kneeling on the ground the next second, with a pale face and lifeless eyes.

Instinctively, Barlow focused his gaze on the source of this oppressive aura: the tattoo artist named Kos.

"Level 50!?" In an instant, Balo's confidence completely collapsed, and his last hope was extinguished.

Who would have thought that there was a terrifying demigod-level being in this small town! In the Eye of Insight system, anything above level 50 is considered a demigod.

Koss said calmly, "To prevent any accidents, I suggest you cut off his limbs."

Danny hesitated upon hearing this: "The mayor said that this guy has quite a few connections outside, and in the future, to make Arkham's products reach the entire empire, we will still need his connections. He said we should try to preserve his complete image as much as possible."

"Would it be enough to just disable the limbs?" Ruixue's timid voice rang out.

Danny turned to ask, "Do you have a solution?"

Ruixue nodded, then squatted down and placed her small hands on Balo's arm.

quack!quack!

A sharp, grinding sound suddenly rang out between the joints.

Ahhhhh!

A scream suddenly rang out, and the intense pain brought Barlow back to his senses, only to find that he had completely lost feeling in his left arm.

Turning his head, he saw that all the joints in his arm were dislocated, his entire arm had been stretched three centimeters longer, and even the joints in his fingers had been bent out of place.

At that moment, the elven girl placed both hands on her right arm.

"What are you doing! What are you trying to do!" Barlow shouted.

Ruixue said with a smile, "If you don't want your limbs to be cut off, you'd better behave."

Using such cute and innocent words to utter such cruel words sent a chill down Ballow's spine; he dared not speak out in anger.

quack!quack!

Then, under Barlow's watchful eye, Ruixue skillfully dislocated all the joints in his limbs.

"Devils! You devils!" Barlow, lying helplessly on the ground, was soaking wet and his face was deathly pale as he howled in despair.

“We’re not devils, we’re just a group of concerned citizens!” Ruixue said sweetly.

Chapter 0142: All for nothing

A gentle night breeze blew as Los and Charles got into their car and prepared to return to City Hall.

It only took less than ten minutes to get here, but now it has taken almost half an hour and we still haven't returned to the city government. Instead, we've ended up somewhere we don't know.

Charles's heart sank. He didn't know why, but he hadn't seemed to feel the passage of time until now, when he stopped the car, he felt that something was wrong.

“Mayor Arkham, what do you mean by this?” Charles asked calmly.

Los turned and got out of the car, saying, "It's nothing, I just wanted to show you around Arkham."

Charles turned his head and looked out the car window, seeing a street under construction ahead.

This neighborhood appears to be undergoing a complete overhaul, not only the houses on both sides but also the road in the middle. The drainage and water supply systems beneath the road surface are being readjusted, demonstrating the scale of this renovation project.

Charles hesitated for a moment, then turned and got out of the car. Looking back, he realized that he had not arrived at a remote place.

Looking back, you can see the public square, and further back, you can see the tall and majestic city hall.

"Is this the slums?" Charles had looked at a map of Arkham Central, which was the most densely populated and also the poorest part of the area.

Los nodded: "But in a year, this will become the most orderly and exemplary neighborhood in the central area."

Charles stood beside Los, looking at the quiet construction site, and suddenly asked, "I know you possess immense power. With such power, you could have many ways of life. Why choose a path that is destined to offend everyone?"

Los would naturally not say that he was taught socialist core values ​​from a young age.

“There are indeed many ways to live, but none of them make me happy. Being born into the Arkham family is my destiny, but it is also my responsibility. As the mayor, it makes me very uncomfortable to see people who are working hard to live their lives but not receiving the life they deserve.”

"As the mayor of Arkham, I would be happy to help them live better lives and to receive their gratitude and feedback."

Los chuckled after speaking: "I know there's no logic to this, it's even quite silly, but who cares if it's silly or not, as long as it makes me happy?"

Charles looked at Los's profile, and for some reason, his mind kept replaying his parents and his two brothers who had been starved to death.

"If only we had met a mayor like that back then!" Charles couldn't help but think to himself.

A glint flashed in Los's eyes as he looked at Charles, and then he suddenly said, "Actually, I know very well what your purpose is. You're after that ancient god in Innsmouth, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, a flash of panic crossed Charles's eyes. He had just been immersed in his fantasy, and the sudden shift in his perspective left him somewhat bewildered.

“I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about,” Charles said.

Los chuckled: "Just two days ago, I reached a cooperation agreement with the Green Covenant. They sent an A-level team to Innsmouth, hoping to end this ritual before that ancient god descends."