Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 49 The forty-level powerhouse! !

200 Cowan Street, in the small courtyard in front of the Lowes house.

The Pope of the Hand of Chaos led his two cronies to look at Ross, and seemed not in a hurry to kill the biggest blasphemer they had been in for many years.

They are not in a hurry, and Ross is naturally not in a hurry, because the next good show still needs their cooperation.

"It should be almost there now," the female cultist whispered.

The Pope nodded slightly: "As loyal believers of the Lord of Chaos, they have a powerful force that swept the entire Arkham, and it is very easy to clean up the defilers in the central area."

Naturally, this was said to Ross.

In the face of the enemy many times, killing directly is a kind of kindness. He hoped that through this torture, Ross would fall into endless fear, and then he collapsed on his knees and begged for mercy.

Ross naturally knew the Pope's little abacus, looked down at the mechanical watch in his hand, nodded and said, "The time is indeed almost there."

"The believers who went to Arkham Sanatorium are back." The female cultist heard footsteps coming from the direction of Arkham Sanatorium.

With a happy smile on his face, Regan said to Ross, "You ruined my years of hard work, and today I am going to ruin everything for you."

Ross looked at the three people who were full of confidence, and suddenly burst out laughing: "I know you are going to kill me here, but if you don't know, I thought you were here to perform a three-man cross talk for me."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the Pope was very confident and asked without looking back: "Has the Arkham Sanatorium already become the altar of my Lord?"

Immediately, a strange voice came.

"What altar?"

The three of them were startled at the same time when they heard the unfamiliar voice, and turned to look at the gate.

Only then did they discover that it was not the faithful believers they sent back, but three strong men.

These three strong men all know each other. The central area of ​​Arkham is not large, and they have impressions of the core personnel of each institution.

In the middle is Curvin, the attending doctor of the Arkham sanatorium, on the left is the famous doctor and scholar in Arkham, Dr. Morsi, and on the right is Dr. Pochi, who is their spy in the Arkham sanatorium.

"Pochi! What's going on!?" Pochi was photographed by Regan, and Regan asked hurriedly.

Pochi said flatly: "Did you say the five cultists in black clothes? They are all dead."

As he said that, he took out a transparent bag with five thumbs in it. These five thumbs have special lines, which are the symbols of the core members of the Hand of Chaos.

"what!?"

Hearing this, the female cultist and Reagan were taken aback and looked incredulous.

Those were five elites around level [-], superhumans in the true sense!

The Pope asked in a low voice, "Pochi, do you know the price of betraying us?"

Poqi said with ease and fearlessness: "I know, that is freedom and light!"

"You're courting death!" The female cultist screamed, her arm swung like a snake, and five sharp bone spurs shot like bullets.

Curvin, who was standing on the side, stretched out his hand instantly, and his thick arm swayed at an extremely fast speed, actually pinching all the five bone spurs.

quack!

Then Kurvin squeezed hard, crushed the bone spur directly, and threw it on the ground at will.

"Sheila, Pochi is now my subordinate." Kurvin said lightly.

The female cultist named Sheila screamed: "Impossible, how can you..."

Only then did she notice that Kurvin's hands had actually recovered!

"your hands……"

Kurvin raised his palm and said with a smile, "The young master healed me and gave me this extraordinary power."

"Level 32?" At this time, the Pope saw Kurvin's current strength, and there were some waves in his heart.

Ross actually has the ability to turn a disabled person into a level 32 superhuman! ?

Ross asked with a smile: "Do you hands of Chaos like throwing weapons so much? It's a throwing knife and a bone spur. I'm really worried that you will throw your dentures out."

Although the Pope was a little surprised, he didn't panic. With his strength, he could easily kill the 32-level Kurvin, and now he still has the chance to win.

"You can't create multiple such powerful superhumans in batches! My other believers..."

Before he could finish speaking, ten burly police officers suddenly appeared at the door.

"Report to the master, the ten cultists of the city government and the tram company have all been executed!"

"Level 22!? Ten!?"

The three turned to look at the police, and the Pope's eyes widened under his hood.

Sheila looked at the ten policemen and murmured, "How is this possible."

It took ten years for the Hand of Chaos to train these 27 people, and they were selected out of a hundred. She knew very well the difficulty of the training process.

But now, Los Arkham has cultivated so many level 22 powerhouses in just a few days?

However, it wasn't over yet, when five more police officers ran over: "Report to the master, five cultists in the slum streets have been exterminated, four were injured, and no one died."

In an instant, the three felt a huge force slammed into their hearts, filling their hearts with heaviness.

But it's not over yet.

Then there were a full sixteen police officers: "Report to the master, all the cultists in the central area have been eradicated."

A total of 31 police officers, 31 level 22 superhumans!

Sheila felt that her worldview had been impacted, and Reagan, who was old and frail, sat on the ground helplessly, his face ashen.

The Pope roared at this moment: "It's just a group of ants of level [-] or [-]! It's easy for me to crush you with level [-]!"

Accompanied by his roar, a large amount of black mist instantly erupted from his entire body.

These mists gradually formed a strange soul, which they could see but couldn't touch at all, and looked very strange.

Seeing this scene, Sheila suddenly cheered up again, and said with a savage face: "Our great Pope is a forty-level powerhouse, the strongest in the entire Arkham!"

"Is this a level [-] powerhouse!? It's so terrifying!" Seeing this, Ross showed some surprise on his face.

Forcing the opponent to such a level, Loss is like seeing what kind of power these characters who have grown to level [-] from their original settings have.

Looking at these soul-like existences, there are about twenty in number.

"Something is similar to a soul... No, there is no so-called soul ability in this world. This is a world that relies on physical evolution and mutation."

"Then what are these things?" Loston was a little curious, because at this time, he could not understand what it was.

"Forty-level powerhouses are enough to destroy the entire Arkham! Los Arkham, because of your arrogance, I will destroy the entire city!" The Pope roared frantically at this time.

The surrounding police, however, did not have the slightest fear, but instead showed a look of foolishness.

(End of this chapter)