Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 231 The Ancient Paladin

The huge impact pushed the five people to five different directions. The moment they landed, they clearly felt the ear-piercing rubbing sound of their broken bones being displaced from each other due to the impact.

Naduo, who was the strongest among the five, took out the flare gun and fired it into the sky with his right arm that still had strength at the moment he landed.

"How are you all!?" Nado struggled to sit up and asked with a low growl.

"I don't feel very comfortable to say something from the bottom of my heart." A hoarse voice came, and Nado looked in the direction of Lun Jie, and suddenly found that Lun Jie's arm pierced his chest at a strange angle.

"It's really f*cking words from the bottom of my heart." David on the side struggled to stand up and complained.

Those who have died once are not afraid of death, coupled with the special physique of ghouls, so even in the face of such pain and despair, they can still maintain an optimistic attitude.

At this time, the five people struggled, and turned their heads to look under the moonlight, and they could see that the monster who had just experienced the blood explosion was also a little sluggish at this time.

The silver-gray wolf-head mask was covered with blood, and the limbs whose tendons had been bitten off could no longer support its body to move, and its body was already crumbling.

"Silly dog! Let's watch the moon with me tonight!" Nado said in a rough voice, and then let out a hoarse and ugly laugh.

Ooooooooo!

The monster seemed unable to stand Naduo's stimulation, and then let out a high-pitched wolf howl.

"What's he calling?" Nado turned to David and asked.

David touched the blood on his face, frowned and said, "Why does it sound like a distress signal?"

"This lone wolf, who can I ask for help?"

thump!

At this time, Lun Jie's struggling body fell to the ground weakly, his arm bone pierced his chest, it seemed that while piercing his lungs, he injured his heart.

"Hey! Lunjie! Lunjie!" The companion on the side suddenly shouted.

Naduo struggled and ran over and said loudly: "Hey! You idiot, you can't die now!"

"I'm a little... sleepy." Lun Jie said confusedly.

Nadeau immediately said: "Hurry up and use the method the mayor gave us to stay sane!"

"How much is 1000-7!? Just keep subtracting."

"fu*k! Nado! Lunjie can only add and subtract within twenty!" The companion who supported Lunjie cursed.

At this time, David's eyes kept scanning the night, and soon he found that there seemed to be a figure walking in the woods not far away.

"Be alert! There are other existences!" David shouted with blood spitting out his mouth.

The voice fell, and a tall and thin man came out of the woods.

The man couldn't see what he looked like under the moonlight, he could only vaguely see that he was wearing a tattered sackcloth, and he was carrying a torn sack behind his back.

He was tall, slender, and looked a bit like Mr. Coase from a tattoo parlor.

David and the others couldn't see the guy's appearance clearly, they could only vaguely see a stained iron helmet under the worn-out hood.

"Who are you?" David asked loudly, holding his breath.

Their ghoul police are not people who like to talk nonsense with each other, and they usually seldom talk if they can do it.

However, their current state is indeed not very good.

The man didn't seem to speak, and came straight to the monster, looked down at the monster, and then a pair of cloudy and scarlet eyes locked on David under the hood.

David's heart tightened, enduring the severe pain and his whole body tensed up, ready to fight.

But at this moment, David felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then the monster jumped in front of him.

puff!

That skinny palm was like an extremely sharp blade, piercing through David's chest at lightning speed, and he could even feel that skinny palm was holding his heart.

David wanted to struggle, and the nerves in his brain began to issue orders. At this moment, David's broken bones made a harsh friction sound, and the broken arm hit the foot with the sound of wind and splashing blood. The head of a two-meter-tall monster.

This tall and thin weirdo was very flexible, easily dodged David's attack with a slight flash of his body, and was about to leave with his palm holding David's heart.

At such a critical moment, accompanied by a long piercing howl, a black shadow with howling wind rushed over like a sharp arrow and shot at the tall and thin strange man.

The tall and thin weirdo suddenly felt a threat, and immediately let go of his heart, and flipped backwards nimbly, dodging the blow.

The heart was released, and David breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at the person who was coming. He was a tall and burly werewolf with thick hair all over his body.

This werewolf is different from other werewolves. His werewolf form is more like a human being. His body is not bent, and his back is straight.

And he was wearing a very decent white shirt and black vest.

The weirdest thing was that he was holding a very simple broadsword in his hand.

The broad sword is as wide as the palm of an adult man, and is about 1.2 meters long. There are special characters tattooed on it, and the material looks like an old bronze sword.

"Mr. Charlemagne." David breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this man, and then sat on the ground weakly.

The person who came was none other than a patient from the previous mental hospital, number 03122, the heir of this generation of the Charlemagne family, David Charlemagne.

As early as four days ago, he had accepted the transformation of the blood of the ancient god of Los, and his abilities and physical fitness had been greatly improved. He was officially discharged from the hospital and became a member of the Arkham defense system.

David and the others have met this ancient noble with the same name as him several times, and they also guarded the queen together, so they are still familiar.

Today's David Charlemagne has jumped to level 39, and he can be regarded as one of the top combat powers in the entire Arkham.

What Charlemagne showed at this time was his werewolf personality.

Although he has a werewolf personality, the aristocratic posture and temperament in his bones still remain unchanged, so he looks very weird.

Charlemagne, who had transformed into a werewolf personality, had already reached [-] meters tall. Standing in front of the five policemen was like a hill, which made them extremely at ease.

Charlemagne faintly guarded several people behind him, and said in a low and intellectual voice: "Good job, the mayor of Arkham has a group of good subordinates."

Hearing this, the five ghouls suddenly felt proud.

At this time, the tall and thin weirdo also felt the threat brought by Charlemagne, and stared at him with scarlet eyes.

Charlemagne raised the bronze broadsword in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Darkness, madness, filth, suffering, after experiencing everything like this, there is still no light that leaves me, the great elf who protects the soul of the paladin... in the midst of countless despairs and struggles... The moonlight that guides our people in the dark!"

As he chanted in a low voice, countless silver-white rays of light condensed on the bronze sword.

Immediately, the bronze sword turned into a lightsaber shining with moonlight.

(End of this chapter)