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No. 200 Curwen Street, in the small courtyard in front of Ross's house.

The Pope of the Hand of Chaos led his two cronies to look at Los, seemingly in no rush to kill their biggest blasphemer in many years.

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

"It should be almost done now." The female cultist whispered.

The Pope nodded slightly: "As loyal believers of the Lord of Chaos, they have powerful power to sweep across the entire Arkham. It is very easy to clean up the blasphemers in the central area."

Naturally, this was meant for Los.

In many cases, facing the enemy, killing him directly was a kind of mercy. He hoped that through this kind of torture, Los would fall into endless fear, and then kneel down and beg for mercy after a mental breakdown.

Ross naturally knew the pope's little calculation. He looked down at the mechanical watch in his hand, nodded and said, "It's indeed almost time."

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

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

Ross looked at the three confident people and suddenly laughed out loud: "You know you are here to kill me, but you don't know, I thought you were performing a cross talk show for me here."

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

Immediately, a strange voice came.

"What altar?"

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

Only then did they realize that the ones who came back were not the loyal believers they sent, but three strong men.

All three of these strong men knew each other. The central area of ​​Arkham was not large, and they had impressions of the core personnel of various organizations.

In the middle is the chief physician of Arkham Sanatorium, Dr. Curvin, on the left is Dr. Murthy, a famous doctor and scholar in Arkham, and on the right is Dr. Poch, the spy they installed in Arkham Sanatorium.

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

Pochi said calmly: "You mean those five cultists in black clothes? They are all dead."

As he spoke, he took out a transparent bag, which contained five thumbs. These five thumbs all had special lines on them, which were the symbols of the core members of the Hand of Chaos.

"What!?"

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

Those were five elites around level 20, superhumans in the true sense!

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

Boqi said without fear: "I know, that is freedom and light!"

"You are looking for death!" the female cultist screamed, swung her arm like a snake, and five sharp bone spurs shot out like bullets.

Kurwin, who was standing aside, reached out his hand in an instant, swinging his thick arms at super fast speeds, and actually pinched all five bone spurs.

Bang!

Then Kurwin squeezed hard, crushed the bone spur directly, and threw it on the ground casually.

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

The female cultist named Sheila screamed after hearing this: "Impossible, how could you..."

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

"your hands……"

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

"Thirty-level level 2?" At this time, the Pope saw Kuerwen's current strength, and there were some waves in his heart.

Los actually has the ability to turn a disabled person into a level 30 super human! ?

Ross smiled and asked: "Do you Chaos Hands like throwing weapons so much? They are flying knives and bone spurs. I am really worried about you throwing out your dentures."

Although the Pope was a little surprised, he did not panic. With his strength, he could easily kill the thirty-level Kurvin. Now he is still sure of victory.

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

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

"Reporting to the master, all ten cultists from the city government and the tram company have been killed!"

"Twenty-two!? Ten!?"

The three people turned to look at the policemen, their eyes gradually widening under the Pope's hood.

Sheila looked at the ten policemen and murmured: "How is this possible?"

It took the Hand of Chaos a full ten years to train these twenty-seven people, and they were all selected from hundreds of thousands of people. She knew only too well how difficult the training process was.

But now, Los Arkham has trained so many twenty-level experts in just a few days?

However, this was not over yet. Five more police officers came over: "Report to the master, five cultists in the slums have been wiped out, four were injured, and no one died."

In an instant, the three people felt a huge force hitting their hearts, making their hearts filled with heaviness.

But this is not over yet.

Then sixteen more police officers came running over: "Report to the master, all cultists in the central area will be eradicated."

A total of thirty-one police officers and thirty-one twenty-level superhumans!

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

The Pope roared at this time: "It's just a group of ants at level 20 or 30! I can crush you easily with my level 40!"

Along with his roar, a large amount of black mist burst out of his body instantly.

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

Seeing this scene, Sheila was immediately excited again, and said with a grim face: "Our great Pope is a level 40 strong man, the strongest in the entire Arkham!"

"Is this a level 40 strong man!? It's so terrifying!" Los saw this and showed some surprise on his face.

Forcing the other party to this extent, Los wanted to see what kind of power these characters who had grown to level 40 from their original settings had.

Looking at these soul-like existences, there were about twenty of them.

"Something like a soul... No, this world doesn't have any so-called soul abilities. This is a world that relies on physical evolution and mutation."

"What are these things?" Los suddenly became curious, because at this moment, he couldn't understand what they were.

"A level 40 strong man is enough to destroy the entire Arkham! Los Arkham, because of your arrogance, I will destroy the entire city!" The Pope screamed madly at this time.

The police around him were not afraid at all, but looked at him like a fool.