Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy Chapter 120

The few people waiting at the entrance of the alley did not hear the expected screams. One of them sarcastically said, "Can this guy, Shante, be able to make a sound now?"

"I'll show you my style later!"

"But it's not that there is no sound at all, right? This guy won't kill people, right?" Another soldier said worriedly.

When a few people were talking, a cold voice came: "Have you... seen hell?"

Hearing this gloomy voice, the four of them suddenly got goosebumps on their skin, and immediately pulled out their firearms and turned their heads, just in time to see a young man with glasses and a weak temperament looking at them with a wicked smile.

If it was an ordinary youth, they would not hesitate to shoot a bunch of bullets.

But... there is a terrifying monster floating around this guy.

"Flame, it's time for dinner."

Naturally, the four soldiers would not sit still and retreat abruptly.

chug chu...

A series of gunshots rang out.

In the face of such a shot, the demon's body instantly spread out and turned into a huge shield to block Kenneth's body.

Then, two blades flashing with cold light extended directly on both sides of the shield. Along with the arm that seemed to extend indefinitely, like a meteor hammer, it swept away suddenly, and the bodies of the four people were immediately cut off in the middle.

Ah ah ah!

Pain, fear, accompanied by screams in the dark night, seemed to represent the beginning of a certain ritual.

After hearing the sound, the two teams of patrolmen who were a block away from here quickly ran towards them for reinforcements.

At this moment, a behemoth descended from the sky.

With a scream, a soldier was bitten to death, and he didn't even have time to shoot.

All the soldiers froze in their hearts, turned their heads abruptly, and found that this was a terrifying male lion that was two meters tall.

The hair on this lion's body was like gold at this time, exuding a metallic luster, and the sharp nails on his claws were like blades.

"Shoot!"

With an order, hundreds of bullets poured out like raindrops, accompanied by grenades and other explosives.

However, these attacks hit the golden lion with a crisp, clinking sound, like the sound of a stone hitting a steel plate.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this!" At this moment, many soldiers shouted with pale faces while shooting.

"I don't know! Retreat! Retreat! Call for reinforcements!" The soldiers roared wildly.

At this time, in the dark night, a slightly fat figure gradually appeared.

This is a very amiable and chubby uncle in a white suit.

"God said that all those who harm cats will be punished."

As soon as he finished speaking, twenty or so dark figures suddenly appeared around the soldier.

In an instant, blood splattered, sharp claws cut through their skin and bones, and even shredded the firearms in their hands.

When everything was over, nineteen of the twenty soldiers died, and the remaining one was seriously injured. The mentally broken soldier stumbled away.

Mark smiled like an uncle next door: "Fear is starting to spread."

Kenneth, who heard the sound and came over, clapped his hands and said, "As expected of an apostle who was favored by the great cat god."

Mark turned his head to look at Kenneth: "The Devil's Hand certainly lives up to its reputation."

Kenneth walked over, skillfully picked up the heads from the broken corpses, and said, "It seems that at the beginning, I fell behind."

Mark seemed to be able to smile at anyone. He said in an easy-going tone, "It's been a long night, this is just the beginning."

In the dark night, the civilians of Arkham heard the piercing gunshots again in their homes.

However, this time, it was not the hateful gangsters who disturbed their peace, but the army of the Empire.

Arkham Prison.

Captain Gerry is screening the undercover agents they were arrested and related gang figures here.

This group of people who have lost everything is very easy to grasp, and this group of local snakes is also very suitable to help them understand Arkham.

Just when Captain Gerry had just selected more than 20 prisoners and was about to release them, a soldier hurried in and said with a pale face, "It's not good! Sir! Our patrolling soldiers were attacked by the extraordinary one after another. Massacre! Come and see!"

Captain Gerry's face became cold after hearing this, and he hurriedly got up: "Let's go!"

Just when he just passed by this soldier, he suddenly felt as if his chest was electrocuted, and then his whole body became numb and he lost control of his body.

"You!!" Captain Gerry's eyes gradually widened, looking at the very ordinary soldier in front of him in disbelief.

At this moment, the soldier raised his hand, and in his hand was a silver-gray scalpel.

Then he put the palm of his hand on his face and pulled it down, and he tore off the entire face. It was the cosmetic doctor Sindvall.

"Captain Gerry, can I borrow your face?" The terrifying face, combined with those white teeth, was like a devil in the dark night.

Captain Gerry desperately wanted to gain control of his body, but to no avail.

"Guards! Guards!" Captain Gerry kept roaring, but found that no one responded to him.

At this time, Sindvall pulled Captain Gerry's hair and dragged him out of the office.

"Your subordinates are here." Sindvall said with a smile.

Captain Gerry looked up, his eyes suddenly tightened. At this time, there were six corpses lying in the middle of the corridor.

The six corpses even included three genetic warriors.

"Impossible! It's impossible!" Captain Gerry growled. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Sindvall squatted down and grinned his mouth, which was hideous because he had no lips.

"Nothing is impossible. These are just a group of nineteenth-level characters. As a twenty-seventh-level, it would be very easy for me to kill them."

Saying that, he gradually stabbed the scalpel along Captain Gerry's forehead, slowly incising his skin, and a large amount of blood flowed down the skin.

At this time, even the battle-hardened Captain Gerry was on the verge of collapse: "Don't! Don't! Have something to say! Our army has a lot of technology! We can heal your face! I can give you money! Give Your mighty power! We can cooperate! If you want power! Arkham can let you rule in the future!"

Hearing this, Sindvall seemed to be lost in thought. Just when Captain Gerry felt that he saw a glimmer of hope and was about to continue speaking, he felt that the sharp scalpel had cut into his skin.

Sindvall squatted down, his hideous face gradually approached Gerry, and whispered, "I want a god, do you have one?"

"God? God?" Captain Gerry was completely stunned.

The scalpel gradually cut off the skin of Captain Gerry's forehead, and the bone-piercing pain made Captain Gerry struggle constantly.

In excruciating pain and fear, he... went crazy.

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