Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 47 It's not my fault

Watching the battle between the police and the cultists, dozens of citizens around were dumbfounded, completely forgetting the ferocity and madness of this group of cultists.

They couldn't see the battle situation on both sides, but they could see the actions and results after the battle.

The policemen's fists were full of tremendous power, and the cultists' blades were also very strange, and several times they directly stabbed the policeman's body, causing the surrounding people to exclaim.

But unexpectedly, those knives seemed to be stabbed on the iron plate, but they were not unable to penetrate.

This group of cultists were naturally shocked and angry when they saw this, and roared: "Who the hell are you!!?"

Another blond-haired policeman said lightly: "The police of Arkham City, the guardian of the citizens."

Hearing this, the surrounding citizens were instantly filled with excitement and peace of mind. It was such a joy to have such a strong police officer to protect themselves.

At this moment, for the first time in their lives, they thought the Arkham police were so heroic and dependable.

A person's judgment can always be changed quickly between life and death, and this group of people's judgment of the police has also undergone earth-shaking changes at this time.

Malik is one of them. He is an accountant and runs a small accounting firm. He specializes in accounting and tax filing for some small businesses. He has a monthly income of 150 rosar coins and lives a very good life.

He never believed in the police, because he had been blackmailed by the group of police officers. In his knowledge, the group of police officers were just greedy fat pigs in police uniforms. hand.

But now, it's different.

"Perhaps, Mayor Arkham is right. Arkham's police system has been reborn." Malik thought to himself.

The same thought was spreading rapidly in the minds of other people at this time.

At the entrance of the city hall, the battle is over.

Thanks to the iron-like combat discipline and the timely arrival of doctors, no soldiers were killed, but more than 30 people were injured, 23 of whom were seriously injured, and even six or seven people had their arms and legs cut off.

To be able to defeat those monsters with such small damage, of course, not relying on the group of soldiers themselves, but on the five policemen who have just arrived in a hurry.

Looking at the terrifyingly strong police officer with a body as strong as steel, Oyoke finally understood why the Queen wanted to cooperate with the mayor of Arkham. With such a terrifying subordinate, he really has such qualifications.

The policeman leading the team here, the squad leader named Ruhr, is 1.8 meters tall, has brown hair and a big beard, and looks like a brown bear.

"Captain." Ruhl said hello.

"Thank you so much," Oyoke said gratefully in his tone.

Ruhl smiled: "It's all for the Queen's glory, you're welcome."

Hearing this, Oyoke was instantly happy.

If you mention the Queen's glory to me, then we are our own.

"Captain, the injured person will be dealt with by the doctor. Now you still need your subordinates to conduct inspections and search and rescue in the entire central area. Don't worry, these damn cultists, just leave it to our police," Ruhr said.

Oyoke nodded: "No problem, Officer Ruhr, for the Queen's glory!"

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Throughout the evening, many places in the central area were in turmoil, and the only quiet place was actually Los's house.

At this time, Ross, who was standing in the small courtyard watching the sunset, turned his head slightly, and accompanied by a strange black smoke, a man in a black robe appeared two meters away from him.

Loss was not surprised to see this man, and asked with a smile: "It's July, it's hot, brother, you wear so much, isn't it hot?"

The man with the big hat who couldn't see his face said in a low voice: "Los Arkham, you ignorant have no idea what you are doing or what kind of existence you have offended."

Hearing this, Ross nodded and said, "Indeed, you are wearing such a big hat on a hot day. I really don't know what you look like."

At this moment, the door that Ross had just installed yesterday was kicked down again, and along with the smoke, the woman who was the Pope's messenger ran in with Regan Rhodes.

"Sir Pope," the woman whispered.

The man nodded slightly and said to Ross, "I want to let you know today that all your struggles and efforts are in vain, and what you will do these two days will be meaningless."

"After today is over, I'll let you know what real terror is!"

When Ross heard this, he sighed: "I don't have your character in my memory, which means that it shouldn't be my fault that you are so middle-of-the-road."

He really didn't have much design for the three major cults. After all, it was only used as a background wall for the running group at that time, so this pope who was full of two words was not designed by him.

The man didn't know what Ross was talking about, and regarded it as nonsense: "The promise you made before will have no effect, and now the chaos of blood and fire is going on in the entire central area, the citizens you want to protect will Be a sacrifice to the great Chaos Lord."

"Your subordinate Darryl and his family will also fall in a pool of blood, the army you have invited will be littered with corpses, your sanatorium will be an altar for our sacrifice to the Lord of Chaos, and those who support you, Poor Street untouchables, they will disappear from this world forever!"

Ross asked back: "Why, it's up to you? A guy who can't see the road when he walks with a big hat?"

"Shut up! You pagan full of blasphemy, you have absolutely no idea how great our Pope is, you have absolutely no idea what terrifying power he possesses!"

At this moment, the woman on the side yelled loudly: "Everything you see is just the edge of our Pope's power. You are not qualified to see the Pope's appearance as a lowly pagan like you."

"Our Pope is great, a great man of forty! He has the majestic power of the gods!"

"Level [-]?" Ross raised his brows and felt relieved.

It seems that his estimates of the three major cults today are not wrong, even their popes are not over [-].

Reagan said, "Los Arkham, you will pay for what you have done these two days."

For a Pope at the fortieth level, such power is almost unimaginable for them.

As long as the Pope wants to, he can kill everyone in the entire city by himself.

After hearing this, Ross fell into silence and seemed to be frightened.

"The elite believers of the Lord of Chaos have completed their tasks at this time, Los Arkham, I will let you fall into the abyss completely, into endless terror and regret."

(End of this chapter)