Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 189 The Ancient God Robocop

The Borg who gave the performance naturally knew everything and said everything.

"I came into contact with this organization when I was in the capital. They seem to be rooted in the upper class and aristocratic circles. I have attended their gatherings. Although I can't see the appearance of those members clearly, I can tell from their gestures and tone of voice , it can be determined that these people are nobles who have received higher education."

When Ross heard this, he suddenly felt a little tricky. This kind of organization is rooted in the upper class and must have a lot of resources and rights. If they want to curb the development of Arkham, then this group of people will be a huge obstacle .

"What is their purpose?"

Borg shook his head and said, "I don't know much about this. I was only a peripheral member at the time. They just told us a lot about mysticism, but they rarely told us what their purpose was."

"But inadvertently, I discovered a problem."

"Say."

Borg said with twinkling eyes: "Their core personnel, or the founders, seem to be the descendants of a certain family in the past history, and this descendant is likely to be a royal family of a certain period, and they still hold a huge power. energy."

"How do you know that?" Rose became interested.

Borg spoke out his own analysis.

"When imparting knowledge to us once, they once inadvertently mentioned a title, Maharaja."

"Majesty?" Ross frowned slightly, and he had no special understanding of this title because of his complete knowledge.

Borg continued: "Before, in order to study alchemy, I had a very in-depth understanding of the mysterious dynasties submerged in history in the past."

"There are two important alchemical symbols, one is called the perfect red king, which represents sulfur and the sun. The other is called the brilliant white queen, which represents mercury and the moon. These two symbols represent the two most extreme forms of alchemy. symbols and ranks."

Ross nodded: "I know that."

Borg continued: "But at a certain period, above these two titles, there was a special title that completely governed these two elements, called the supreme monarch, representing the foundation of all things, the ether .”

"The supreme monarch..." Los fell into deep thought, he had never heard of this name.

Borg continued: "This is a very mysterious and sacred symbol. I conducted a detailed investigation on this symbol with curiosity and found that there was a hidden dynasty between about 5000 and 7000 years ago."

"In this dynasty, Maharaja is the name for the ruler. This dynasty doesn't seem to have existed for a long time. I don't know when it was wiped out by the Russell Empire."

"The Russell Empire? I remember that alchemy started to rise from the Russell Empire, right?"

"Yes, and the perfect red king and brilliant white queen were proposed in that era."

Speaking of this face, Borg said seriously: "I suspect that the real origin of alchemy is that special dynasty that was hidden by history, and after that dynasty was destroyed, their rulers hid themselves and created the school of alchemy. This organization has been passed down to the present, and later the Father God Redemption Society was established."

Hearing this, Ross fell into deep thought.

Although most of these are conjectures and subjective conjectures, there is indeed a certain logical relationship among them.

The most important thing is that those self-righteous superhumans are more likely to show some inadvertent tells in front of these ordinary people.

Borg said seriously: "Mayor of Arkham, with your wisdom and resources, you should be able to investigate the dynasty that was destroyed. If you can figure out the relationship, maybe we can face the Redemption Society of the Father. Take the initiative."

Ross was very satisfied after hearing this, and said approvingly: "Very good! Borg, this information is very important!"

"It's my honor to be able to help." Borg said happily.

At this time, the door of the operating room was opened, and Morsi walked out with a bad face.

"How's Conte?" Ross asked.

Morsi whispered: "His legs are completely useless. After amputating his limbs, we plan to use the blood of angels to regenerate the severed limbs, but...Conte is an ordinary person, and his current ability cannot support him. Such a massive rebirth."

"what about others?"

"The frostbite on the skin is not a big problem, and it can fully recover after about half a month." Morsi said.

Ross shook his head: "Half a month is too long, and Kante is qualified to witness all of this and take revenge with his own hands."

Morsi sighed: "Sorry, young master, with my current ability...unless you give me another drop of ancestor blood, I can turn Conte into a high-level vampire."

Ross patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said: "Don't blame yourself, this matter is indeed beyond your ability, but this is also a rare opportunity for you to learn."

"Learning opportunity?" Morsi was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "Do you want..."

Rolling up his sleeves, Ross said, "Don't limit yourself to this one possibility, we have countless development possibilities!"

"Go and tell Kurvin to help me prepare three hundred catties of steel, twenty catties of sterling silver, and three liters of mercury."

"Okay!" Mursi's eyes lit up when he heard these materials, and he turned around and took Borg out with him.

Rose walked into the operating room. For some reason, Conte had already woken up.

The swollen eyes that couldn't be opened looked at Ross with difficulty.

"Mayor..." came a weak and hoarse voice, full of stubbornness and struggle.

Ross sat on the edge of the operating table, lowered his head and said, "Conte, don't worry, you won't die with me here."

After hearing this, Conte squeezed the fingers on his left arm hard: "Can the mayor... give me... strength?"

Ross said calmly: "I just want to tell you about this. Although your injury is serious, I still have a way to restore your limbs and live an ordinary life."

"No...ordinary people are too powerless...I want to have that powerful power!" Conte said with difficulty.

Ross replied: "This is a very painful process, and... after you have been transformed, you will completely break away from the human form. Have you thought about it? This is a road that cannot be turned back."

Conte tried his best to open his eyes wide, with raging flames in them: "I don't care, mayor, you can transform me into a hideous monster, I don't care! I just want to kill all those lunatics now! "

Ross smiled and nodded: "Very good, then Conte, from today onwards, you will become the ancient god RoboCop who guards our Arkham!"

(End of this chapter)