Become an Ancient God by starting with blood therapy

In the military camp 15 kilometers away from Arkham, Major General Pigu was listening to his subordinates' reports.

"Major General, according to the report from Lieutenant Colonel Norton, the control of Arkham is going very smoothly. Now we have completely taken over the Arkham City Government, as well as the commercial district, the East District, the River District, and the French High District."

Hearing this, Major General Pigu's eyebrows, which were not very hairy, raised: "Oh? Norton, the rubbish, can actually do well this time."

"Sir, Lieutenant Colonel Norton is a top student who graduated from the Imperial Military Academy after all. The entire Arkham does not have any combat power now, which should not be difficult for Lieutenant Colonel Norton." On the side, Pigu's deputy general said with a smile.

Major General Pigu didn't answer, but turned to a middle-aged man in casual clothes beside him and asked, "What are you going to do, Charles?"

The ordinary middle-aged man named Charles said, "According to the intelligence we have, although there are no troops in Arkham, it will definitely not be taken over by the army so easily. Those cults and other organizations will not sit and wait for death."

Major General Pigu narrowed his eyes: "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't let Norton, a waste, go to die."

The deputy general beside him twitched his eyes when he heard this.

Major General Pigu has been patient with this waste for a long time, and he has been unable to take action because of the favor from above. Since this guy thinks it is a good job and wants to follow, he can just be used as cannon fodder.

Charles smiled and said, "So you asked us to go tomorrow. It will be easier to clean up the forces of all parties by stepping on his corpse."

Major General Pigu nodded slightly: "Although you are all elites, there are still too few people. I will give you a special forces team for you to deploy. This team is all genetic warriors, each of whom has a combat power of level 19, a total of 25 people."

"Thank you for your support." Charles thanked him gratefully.

This team is already very powerful. With these 25 people, they can almost destroy the government of a small country overnight.

"After Arkham is completely cleaned up, we can safely deal with Innsmouth."

Pigu turned and asked, "What is the situation over there?"

"The nutrient solution has been delivered, and the summoning ceremony is being held. It is expected to take another three days." Charles reported.

Pigu nodded slightly: "Finally... we can control a real ancient god, and truly sit in front of the other two empires."

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Loss looked at the bodies of the witches lying on the ground: "Send them to Arkham Sanatorium later. These women are born with superpowers, and they can reach level 18 completely naturally."

Lilith's hair was entangled with a witch who still retained consciousness.

This witch looked to be in her twenties, with light golden hair, and she looked pretty.

She had the ability to generate strong electric currents, and was the leader of this operation, and was already at level 22.

"The Pope will never let you go." The witch gritted her teeth and said.

Lilith's black hair squirmed slightly, like countless steel wires that directly strangled the woman's face purple and red, and she couldn't breathe.

"Little guy, watch your tone." Lilith's smile was dangerous.

Loss knew that Lilith had her own limits, so he didn't stop her.

At this time, he turned his head and looked out the window and said, "It will be very lively tonight."

Norton soon learned that Los was attacked. After a burst of impotent rage, he once again sent another hundred people to surround Los. At the same time, he directly invested more than half of the troops to carry out a crazy cleanup of the entire Frank Mountain area. Those who didn't know would think that a war had already occurred there.

Kos Tattoo Shop in the southern part of the central area.

Kos stood on the second floor, looking south across the Miskatonic River. His strange eyes directly crossed a straight distance of more than four kilometers and clearly saw the battle over there.

"All the guys who disturbed the peace of Arkham should die." Kos said, reaching out to touch his stomach and whispered, "What do you think, brother?"

Plop!

A strong heartbeat sounded, as if responding to Kos's inquiry.

"Well, then follow the plan of the mayor of Arkham."

No. 136 Cowen Street, Sis Detective Agency.

Kenneth Yass, standing in the study, looked through the window at the patrolling soldiers outside the window and the sound of artillery fire coming from not far away.

He looked down at his left hand, which had only a little finger left because of the bomb, but now he has fully recovered.

Many people are curious about how he healed himself, but they don’t know how much he paid for this healing.

"What do you think of the mayor of Arkham?" Kenneth seemed to be talking to himself naturally.

But as his voice sounded, his left hand suddenly turned into a monster with horns, eyes and fangs.

This monster, like a demon from hell, is only the size of two fists, and it becomes as tall as Kenneth through the extension of his wrist.

"Of course, I will temporarily submit to him." The monster made a clear voice like a child.

Kenneth asked in a low voice: "Are you afraid of him too?"

The demon sneered and exhaled a puff of black smoke: "You, a mortal, have no idea how terrifying that guy is."

Then the demon asked: "Do you believe that there is a god in this world?"

Kenneth grinned and said: "There are demons like you, so there must be a god."

The demon said faintly: "If there is a god, then it must be him."

!!!

Kenneth's eyes gradually widened.

After the meeting, the demon that parasitized him fell into a temporary silence, saying that he wanted to avoid the pursuit of the mayor of Arkham.

He thought that the mayor of Arkham was like his natural enemy, so he planned to stay out of the limelight for a while.

Unexpectedly... he was so... incredible.

The demon said: "My advice to you is to obey his dispatch for the time being. If the creator of life knows that you have taken away their key experiment, it will be uncomfortable for me to be caught by them."

"And as long as he is still in Arkham, those crazy people dare not be too presumptuous."

Kenneth: "Of course I understand this."

Crawford Restaurant, not far from Kenneth's home.

Mark Crawford is sitting leisurely in his villa in the restaurant and petting cats.

He has a total of 23 cats at home. These cats are of different colors and breeds, and there are even leopards, tigers and lions among them.

But these cats all listen to Mark very much and never run around.

At this time, a group of cats surrounded Mark in the middle and watched the patrolling army outside together.

"Big Hair, which one do you like to eat?" Mark asked with a smile, touching the mane of a lion.

The lion glanced left and right, and then put his eyes on a soldier.

"Well, I've made a note of it. He's yours tonight."