Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy Chapter 48

200 Kewen Street, in the small courtyard in front of Ross's house.

The Pope of the Hand of Chaos led two of his cronies to look at Ross, and it seemed that he was 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, direct killing is a kind of kindness. He hoped that through this torture, Ross would fall into endless fear, and then he fell to his knees and begged for mercy.

Naturally, Ross knew the Pope's little abacus. He looked down at the mechanical watch in his hand, nodded and said, "It's almost time."

"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 bursting with confidence, and suddenly burst out laughing: "If you know you're going to kill me here, if you don't know, you thought you were here to perform a three-man cross talk for me."

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

Immediately, a somewhat 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.

It was only then that they discovered that it was not the faithful believers they sent back, but three strong men.

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

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!?" Reagan took the photo of Pochi, and Reagan asked hurriedly.

Pochi said flatly, "Did you say the five cultists in black? All of them are dead."

With that said, he took out a transparent bag with five thumbs in it, and these five thumbs had special patterns on them, which were 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 the twentieth level, superhumans in the true sense!

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

Pochi said without fear: "I know, that's 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.

Culvin, who was standing on the side, stretched out his hand instantly, his sturdy arm swayed at an extremely fast speed, and actually pinched 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 my subordinate now." Kurvin said lightly.

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

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

"your hands…"

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

"Thirty-two?" 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 thirty-two superhuman! ?

Ross smiled and asked: "Do you all like throwing weapons so much in the hands of chaos? 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 did not panic. With his strength, he could easily kill the 32nd-level Kurwen, 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!"

"Twenty-two!? Ten!?"

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

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

It took ten years for the Hand of Chaos to cultivate these twenty-seven people, and they were picked out of a hundred miles. She knew the difficulty of the training process.

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

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

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

But it's not over yet.

Then there were a total of sixteen police officers running over: "Report to the master, all the cultists in the central area of ​​UU Reading www.uukanshu.com have been eradicated."

Thirty-one police officers, thirty-one twenty-two superhumans!

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

The Pope let out a low roar at this moment: "It's just a group of ants of level 20 or 30! It's easy for me to crush you with level 40!"

Along with his roar, a large amount of black mist instantly erupted from his entire body.

These mists gradually formed a strange soul, which could be seen but completely invisible, and looked very strange.

Seeing this scene, Sheila suddenly cheered up again, and said with a hideous expression on her face: "Our great Pope is a forty-level powerhouse, and he is the strongest player in the whole of Arkham!"

"Is this a level 40 powerhouse!? It's so terrifying!" Seeing this, Ross showed some surprise on his face.

Forcing the opponent to such a level, Ross is like seeing what kind of power these characters who have grown up to level 40 from their original settings have.

Looking at these soul-like beings, 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 the evolution and mutation of the body."

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

"A forty-level powerhouse is 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.

However, the surrounding police did not have the slightest fear, but instead showed a look like a fool.

Chapter end