Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 346 Blood of the Prophet
city ​​of freedom.

Cathedral of the Titans.

The prophet, wearing a golden robe, stood on the pulpit and was preaching to the believers.

Just as the believers were listening intoxicated, a pale palm appeared out of thin air and grabbed the prophet's chest like lightning!
puff!
The sharp claws dug deep into the heart and pulled out the blood-stained heart.

In front of thousands of believers, he crushed it to pieces!

Blood splattered!

The prophet's heart was brutally cut out in public, and he collapsed on the pulpit.

The "murderer" in the literal sense, after murdering the prophet in public, disappeared into thin air without any warning just as he appeared.

Exclamations resounded throughout the church!
This strange and horrific murder frightened the people at the scene, and the church fell into chaos.

In this chaos, only the twelve apostles who first followed the prophet, including Anne, Cato, and Waylon, could barely remain calm.

He hurriedly ran to the blood-stained pulpit, picked up the prophet's body and took it to the nearest hospital.

All the medical superpowers in the city were summoned to consult with the prophet.

However, looking at the prophet's empty and bloody chest, everyone expressed their helplessness.

"It doesn't matter, just suture the wound."

Anne's face was pale, but her tone was unusually calm.

"We will wash the body of the prophet, anoint it with holy oil, put it in the coffin, and pray."

"The prophet has already prophesied that he will use his life to atone for our sins."

“The prophecy is fulfilled today.”

“In three days the prophet will rise again.”

"As long as we have firm faith, we can witness this miracle with our own eyes and gain salvation from it!"

Today, nine out of ten residents in Liberty City are believers in the "Church of the Giant God", and the doctors involved in diagnosis are no exception.

Even so, I still couldn't believe what Anne said.

The prophet has indeed performed many miracles over the years.

However, the prophet predicted that he would be murdered and resurrected three days after his death... This is really incredible.

Indeed, the legendary S-class "reincarnators" can also be resurrected after death.

However, the premise is that you must first upload your soul backup to the Titan Network and then import it into a healthy body.

The so-called reincarnation is actually more like parasitism at the soul level.

As powerful as a "reincarnator", he cannot rely on a corpse whose heart has been ripped out and completely lost its vitality to come back to life.

In popular perception, "reincarnated person" is the highest realm that human beings can achieve.

The existence that is more powerful than the "reincarnated person" can only be a god.

If Anne's assertion comes true, the prophet's body will be resurrected from the coffin three days later, which will undoubtedly have greatly surpassed the level of "reincarnated person".

Then people have reason to believe that He is not only a religious leader, but also possesses supreme divinity, worthy of the worship of all mankind!

……

Metropolis, Dr. Solomon's office.

Allen stared at his right hand in concentration.

Warm blood dripped through his fingers and onto the floor.

Snapped!
Dr. Solomon snapped his fingers.

A wave of thought power was transmitted, absorbing the remaining blood on Allen's left hand, condensing it into two floating blood cells, and pouring them into two reagent bottles respectively.

Allen looked confused, as if he didn't understand Dr. Solomon's purpose of collecting the prophet's blood.

"The false prophet you just killed is said to be a rare natural person whose blood contains antibodies that inhibit the canceration of Titan cells."

Dr. Solomon explained with a smile.

"I'm going to test his blood to see if the rumors are true."

"Dr. Allen, take another bottle of blood sample back for testing and cross-verify it with the sample in my hand."

"Maybe we can get inspiration for improving cancer inhibitors and join forces to contribute to scientific research."

"I will do my best!"

Allen held the blood sample reagent bottle with a solemn expression.

Dr. Solomon's commission gave him an additional part-time job.

In addition to his daily intelligence work, Allen also has to work overtime in the laboratory at night.

Study "Blood of the Prophet" and study yourself?

The truth of this matter is full of black humor.

In fact, Allen is just pretending to spend more energy on studying the core of the Titan network-the original body.

In the laboratory, cell samples of the "Misser" and the "Knower" are stored.

Allen used his position to take out the cells of these two Titan primitives, plus his own transplanted "grabbers", and conducted a series of secret research.

The focus of the study is the mental network stretched out by the Titan Primarch.

In Allen's view, this is the ultra-limited realm of the magically modified version.

When the translimital realm evolves to the legendary realm, it can be permanently opened without consuming magic power.

However, the mental network of the Titan Primarch also has more powerful data storage and computing capabilities on this basis, similar to the servers of the Internet.

The legendary beyond-limit domain does not have such ability.

So where is the problem?

After some in-depth analysis, Allen came to a conclusion.

The key is that the Titan Primarch has divinity!
The Ancestral Titan is not only the ancestor, but also the racial god worshiped by the giants and Titans.

Similar to what the ancestor Behemoth did, the ancestor Titan integrated part of his divinity into the original space.

Allen's process of fusing the origins of the original Titans was accompanied by the collection of fragments of divinity scattered among the five original Titans.

The reason why the Titan Primarch can serve as the server of the spiritual network is because of its divinity and its ability to handle multi-threaded data exchange and complex calculations.

Just like the faith network governed by gods, the prayers of tens of thousands of believers can be sensed and responded to at any time.

At this level, divinity is like a supercomputer.

Allen naturally thought that he also possessed divinity and had established a complete church organization and belief network.

In addition to using this network to absorb the will power of believers, can a system similar to the "Titan Network" be established to allocate IDs to all believers and establish a complete network ecosystem?
In this way, believers scattered around the world can be unified through the spiritual network and communicate at any time.

On the other hand, Allen can also issue teachings through the spiritual network, directly conveying them to every believer's mind, and vertically manage the increasingly bloated and complex church organization.

That night, Allen worked overtime alone in the laboratory.

Outside the door, there was the familiar sound of heavy footsteps.

Margaret pushed open the door and squeezed in with difficulty.

"Dr. Allen, you are still busy so late, thank you for your hard work!"

Allen went up to her and shook her hand, smiling and shaking his head.

"It's hard work to mention. I was just planning to report my new findings to you, and you came here. It saves me the trouble of making another trip tomorrow."

"Oh? If you find anything new, please tell me!"

Margaret became interested.

"I tested the false prophet's blood and indeed found antibodies that inhibit cancerous cells."

"Not only that, this person's blood also contains a mysterious power, which may be more suitable than Titan cells for transforming the human body and prompting the experimental subjects to awaken their superpowers."

"So you need to conduct human experiments to see what superpowers can be awakened and how strong they are?" Margaret guessed.

Allen nodded in acknowledgment.

The metropolitan asylum, despite the fact that there is brutal class oppression, is still covered with a veil of civilization.

Human experiments on death row prisoners must be approved by Dr. Solomon himself.

Margaret felt that Alan's subject was valuable and encouraged him to continue to study it in depth.

As for human experimentation, since it is indeed necessary, it is not difficult to obtain approval. "I'll tell my dad, there will be no problem!"

Margaret said optimistically.

But she was wrong.

The next evening, when Allen was working overtime alone, Margaret came again.

There was no smile on his face, and he could not hide his frustration.

"Dr. Allen, I'm very sorry, but I have some bad news to inform you."

"Research work on the blood of the prophet will stop immediately."

"All remaining blood samples will be destroyed."

"From today on, you don't have to work the night shift anymore. Go back and have a good rest."

Allen stared at Margaret coldly and said nothing.

Margaret did not dare to meet his eyes.

The silence lasted for a long time, and Allen finally spoke.

"Is this what your father meant?"

Margaret nodded grimly.

"I went to him excitedly and told you about your new discovery. I thought he would be very interested, but I didn't expect that he would receive a cold response."

"Margaret, your father forbids me from exploring the mystery of the prophet's blood. Is he worried that after the experiment is successful, there will be a second way to grant superpowers to mortals in the world, which will give vested interests to those who obtain high-level superpowers by infecting Titan cells?" Do you feel threatened?"

Alan asked in a low voice.

Margaret nodded first, then shook her head.

"This factor does exist, Dr. Allen. You also know that when a resource is monopolized, the monopoly class certainly does not want new competitors to appear, and superpowers are no exception."

"If the prophet's blood can not only destroy cancerous tissue in the human body, but also confer superpowers, it is no exaggeration to say that compared with it, Titan cells will become worthless."

"If this news spreads, people will crave the blood of the prophet crazily, and then regard the false prophet as a living god. This is obviously not a future we want to see."

"In addition to the political dimension, my father also revealed another fact that is even more disturbing to me."

Margaret took the cup handed over by Alan, took a sip of water, and continued to relay Dr. Solomon's concerns.

"My father... to be precise, the omniscient 'knower' in his brain had a premonition that if we continue to study the 'blood of the prophet', we may be tempted by the power contained in the blood and go astray. "

"This taboo power is full of evil and blasphemy. If left unchecked, it will definitely pose a serious threat to the survival of Salomon Company and even all mankind."

"Don't you think it's too exaggerated for a mere bottle of blood sample to rise to the level of threatening the survival of all mankind?"

“Is there any factual basis for making such a dire prediction?”

Alan asked angrily.

Margaret shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"I can't provide evidence, but I must tell you that the 'Knower' is the leader of all Titan Primarchs. He occasionally has premonitions of major events that will happen in the future."

"It may be an exaggeration to threaten the survival of all mankind, but I can guarantee that the blood of the prophet will definitely pose a threat to the Titan Primarch, otherwise the 'knower' would not be so nervous."

Allen shrugged and spread his hands, expressing that he couldn't understand.

"Margaret, I still can't figure it out. I have killed all the false prophets. How much trouble can the few remaining drops of blood cause?"

"Are your father...and 'The Knower' too nervous?"

Margaret took out a lollipop from her pocket, looked at it twice, and stuffed it back into her pocket without interest.

"Actually... I have some bad news to inform you."

"what happened?"

"We were all deceived. The false prophet is not dead at all."

"How is it possible!" Allen raised his voice, "You saw it at that time, I clearly took out his heart with my own hands——"

"Don't get excited, my dear friend."

Margaret held his hand firmly to calm him down.

"I also can't understand how the False Prophet can still be alive after you took out his heart. However, this is what my father told me. Perhaps with the help of the power of the 'Knower', I got a glimpse of the False Prophet in the future timeline. Figure."

"Maybe... the person I killed at that time was a substitute?" Allen put forward a seemingly reasonable conjecture.

"If it was a substitute, it wouldn't be worth the fuss." Margaret sighed, "Dad said that the false prophet was really killed by you, but he was resurrected just three days later."

"Resurrection? Are you sure it's not reincarnation?" Allen asked.

"I don't know...that's what dad told me."

Allen frowned and fell into silence.

Margaret saw his inner frustration and gently hugged his arm, trying to encourage him to cheer up.

"Margaret, let us consider a question without prejudice."

Allen's tone was deep.

"A person's blood contains the mysterious power to curb cancer and stimulate the human body's potential."

"After the same person was killed, his body could still be resurrected."

"So do you think he is a false prophet or a true prophet?"

Margaret bit her plump lips hard, her voice bitter.

"Ellen, you know the answer in my heart, don't force me to say it, okay? This will deepen my inner uneasiness."

"The only way to fight fear is to face it, Margaret, we can't run away!"

Allen squeezed her hand hard, his voice sonorous and powerful.

"Because that person is so dangerous, I want to delve deeper into the secrets hidden in his blood. Maybe I can find a way to kill him completely!"

"Dear friend, I fully support your idea."

Margaret raised her head to meet his gaze, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Even if dad is unhappy, I will go behind his back and help you continue to study the blood of the prophet!"

"Margaret, your understanding and support are very important to me. I really don't know how to thank you."

"Haha... It's rare that you can also say touching words. Do you have wine here? Can you have a drink with me?"

"my pleasure."

Allen opened the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of old red wine.

In this era of scarcity, high-end red wine is undoubtedly the top luxury product.

Even Margaret rarely drinks to her heart's content.

The two of them drank and chatted, and they became drunk without realizing it.

"It's so hot..."

Margaret's cheeks flushed, and she stood up with a murmur, releasing the magic stored in her body.

The bloated body quickly lost weight.

In the blink of an eye, she turned into a graceful beauty.

The loose dress fell off her body.

Allen stretched out his left hand as if to help her pull up the slipped sling.

Margaret made no move to hide or stop him.

"Sorry, I'm not quite used to this transplanted arm yet."

Allen withdrew his right hand that was still fragrant, and passed the blame for the offensive act to the "grabber".

"It's okay, I don't mind if you get used to it a few more times."

Margaret smiled shyly and took a step forward, taking the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

Allen hugged her slender waist, lowered his head and kissed her cheeks and lips.

As they embraced each other and kissed each other passionately, Allen clearly felt that Margaery's two hearts were beating intertwined.

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