Become an Ancient God by starting with blood therapy

"Really all wiped out!?" In the villa in the River District, Thomas Peake, the boss of the Tide Pirates, had a slightly shocked face.

The second officer, who had just returned from the investigation, nodded: "Yes, captain. Now Shar's frozen body is placed in the public square. Our people have confirmed that it is Shar, the Pope of the Hand of Chaos."

Thomas sat down slowly after hearing this. This news was a bit too surprising. He thought that the fight between the two sides would last for a while and then end with the victory of the Hand of Chaos. He even planned to buy some corpses for his pets. As food.

But I didn't expect that it would be completely over in just two hours, and the result was that all the Hands of Chaos were destroyed! ?

After a long silence, Thomas asked again: "What about the casualties at Los Arkham?"

"Including soldiers and civilians, a total of fifty-three people were injured, but... none of them died." The second officer said.

Thomas raised his head suddenly, his wide eyes flashing with terrifying gaze: "No one died?"

"Yes, according to our information, Los Arkham has more than thirty policemen. This group of policemen is very brave and powerful. They completely overwhelmed the core believers of the Hand of Chaos. The whole process was a complete crushing. "

Hearing this, Thomas slowly leaned back on the sofa: "It seems that we need to re-evaluate this little mayor."

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North District, in the meeting room of the Redemptorist branch.

The large conference room could accommodate twenty people, but at this time, Dr. Laban Shrewsbury was the only one, and the lights had not been turned on.

Dr. Laban took off his sunglasses and looked at the table with his dark eyes without eyeballs and asked: "What should we do about Los Arkham?"

"The president said to stay on the sidelines and not to make enemies."

"The dungeon labyrinth has begun to appear, and all major forces are secretly sending people. At this time, it is a good thing for us to have a powerful ruler in Arkham."

Laban nodded after hearing this: "I understand."

"Monitor the witches in the French Mountains. What they have done recently has gone too far."

"learn."

Putting on his sunglasses again, Dr. Laban walked out of the conference room and looked at the adjacent central area: "The weather has changed."

His eyes returned to the central area, Arkham Central Hospital.

Injured citizens and soldiers have been sent here for treatment, and the entire hospital is surrounded by police and military personnel for guard duty and protection.

Daryl was currently expressing condolences to the injured on behalf of Los.

"Please rest assured that all the cultists have been executed and will not continue to threaten the central area. At the same time, the mayor announced that all your future medical expenses will be borne by the city government, and all injured will not need to pay a penny. Treatment costs."

Hearing this, the entire hospital was shaken for a moment, and the reporters surrounding him quickly recorded this important event.

When the injured lying on the ward, especially the people at the bottom whose families were not well off, heard this, they immediately shed tears of excitement and said excitedly: "Thank you to the great mayor, thank you to the great mayor!"

This decision, which had never been done before in Arkham, was spread in the form of a large-character headline in the Arkham Morning News at six o'clock the next morning under Daryl's excellent operation.

Great mayor! All injured in this terrorist attack will receive free medical expenses!

No matter what kind of person he is, seeing it will cause a huge shock in his heart.

After breakfast, Danny O'Banion, the boss of the Danny Gang, saw such a newspaper and sneered: "It's so stupid. It's such a waste to spend this money on these useless civilians!"

The golden monkey Vic standing aside said: "He wants to buy people's hearts with money and control the central area. Boss, now that all the hands of Chaos have been wiped out, the entire central area is in a state of ownerlessness. Should we..."

"Masterless? Keep your eyes peeled. The current master in the central area is much more dangerous than the previous Hand of Chaos!" Danny said loudly while eating bloody beef.

After hearing this, Vic said with a clear face: "I see, my subordinates didn't expect that the boss's wisdom is indeed beyond the comparison of his subordinates."

"Gather the manpower and go to the French Mountains in the afternoon to find Mason to discuss the next thing. I don't think the new mayor will be so stable. He needs to find his allies first."

"My subordinate understands."

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After a busy night, Los took half an hour to eat fifteen kilograms of food and then moved his body comfortably: "That bite yesterday was really comfortable."

The phantom that appeared yesterday was not an energy body or a spiritual body, but a semi-ancient god form developed through his body's tissues and cells.

Well, that is a half-ancient god in the true sense, because he only has half of his body.

The form of the ancient god was just an outer shell, with no inner substance.

But even so, the powerful power displayed is still at level eighty.

"Why does it take this form?" Ross felt a little strange.

That form was included in Yog-Sothoth's vast knowledge, and it didn't look like the aesthetics of an outside god.

After all, when Ross wanted to transform and show his strength, his first plan was various tentacle monsters and pieces of flesh with eyes and teeth.

Because these things are in line with the style and aesthetics of the outer gods.

"Is this ancient god form the knowledge that the Lord of Time and Space learned from somewhere else? Well, that's the only explanation."

For this form, Los didn't care too much. He cared more about the process of unfolding and the power it showed.

"That is a complete transformation, very beautiful. In that form, I can actively let others see my level, so as to scare them to death."

"You can also use the powerful power of higher-level species."

"This ancient god form can instantly process extremely cold air and spray it out, which is somewhat similar to Godzilla's atomic breath." Los touched his chin and summed up his feelings after pretending to be cool this time.

"But my body structure is still too fragile now. The energy stored in my body can only support me to spit out this breath of cold air. If I spit out the second breath, I think I will be sucked dry."

"After solving the central area this time, I finally have a territory of my own. Don't rush to deal with other areas. Let me figure myself out first."

"The nutrient absorption rate of the gastrointestinal tract is too low, and the current body structure is too low to store energy. Storing energy through excess fat is really stupid." Los muttered.

As a fat man who used to weigh 200 kilograms, he hated excess fat, especially his round and plump abdominal muscles, which were like dog-skin plasters and could not be shaken off no matter how hard he tried.