Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 5 Heads are more secure

When I came to the study on the second floor, there was still an ashtray on the desk, some books on the shelf had not been put back in their original places, and there were traces left by his father George Arkham.

Sitting on a nanmu chair casually, Ross looked down at the municipal official documents left here.

"On June 1930, 6, a coal mine was discovered on the north side. A week later, it was controlled by Danny O'Bannon of the Oban gang. Several negotiations ended in failure."

"Double lunar calendar June 1930, 6. Last year, the Arkham Armory was looted three times. The Finn Gang colluded with city officials to openly loot the arsenal and smuggle arms."

"On June 1930, 6 in the double-month calendar, Thomas Peake secretly led the Tidal Pirates to rob two cargo ships in Port Glory and robbed 13 million rosa coins worth of prohibited drugs. According to the informant, the goods were hidden in Arkham somewhere."

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Seeing these contents, Ross' headless body leaned on the chair and sighed.

After the setting developed into reality, the trouble and complexity were far beyond his imagination.

The setting is dead, but to develop into the real world, countless possibilities may be born.

After all, people are alive.

And in this thick pile of city government reports, there is not a single thing that he has set in advance.

"There are eight city councillors in nine districts, each representing the interests of different groups, and my mayor is just a tool to mediate the relationship between them and let most of them benefit."

Thinking of this, Ross suddenly understood why his father sought that extraordinary power, because he wanted to rely on that power to break free from this sad bondage.

Sighing for his dead cheap father, Ross began his own plan.

There are many methods he has today, but now the conditions allow and the interests of the city's development are in line with the only one type of blood therapy.

Town development needs people, and he can't use his ancient god power to kill all those who hate him.

So he now needs to use blood therapy to raise his prestige to reverence throughout Arkham, and let those ordinary people who hate him become his followers.

"Blood therapy is not something that White Teeth said in an empty mouth. Even I need to conduct related experiments. In this regard, I need to find a trustworthy person."

"In addition, it is necessary to take back the rights of the central area first."

The municipal core of Arkham City is located in the central area, which is located in the northeast side of the entire city. There are a large number of important companies and the largest slum street here. It is the most densely populated place in the city.

The organization that really controls the central area is the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce, a big chaebol that controls all aspects of Arkham City.

This Chamber of Commerce, and the Chaos Hand behind it, are naturally the primary target.

About five or ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the study.

"Master, I'm back." Carrington's voice sounded.

"Come in."

Then, Carrington walked in with a box in both hands.

"Master, your head." Carrington came over and put the box on the table respectfully.

Losen snorted: "How are things handled?"

Carrington replied, "Heim has a habit of collecting human heads, and he's taking your head back and preparing it to be processed into a specimen."

After a pause, Carrington said, "Then I asked him to complete the final collection, and at the moment of his death, he collected his own head."

Ross smiled: "Uncle Carrington, I believe he will appreciate your kindness after his death."

Carrington's resolute face smiled slightly: "I think so too."

Carrington was very happy when he killed his enemy just now, and his whole body was very happy.

Ross opened the box and saw that it was a pale-skinned blond young man who looked quite handsome, and at the same time had a restrained melancholy temperament.

"Heim was a crazy guy, I tortured him before I killed him, but he was a mad believer and didn't say anything," Carrington said.

Ross said casually: "No need to ask, I already know who is going to kill me, but it's not convenient to tear my face now."

Saying that, Ross picked up his head, put it on his neck, and then... slid directly from his neck and fell to the ground.

"Emmm..." Ross was lost in thought.

Carrington lowered his head as if he didn't see it, and the quiet atmosphere was a little awkward.

Loss coughed, picked up his head nonchalantly and said, "It seems that relying on human strength alone is not enough."

As a result, his invisible thinking began to operate.

In the headless form, Ross's spirit can be extended almost infinitely, accommodating and comprehending a vast amount of knowledge.

Ross picked up his head again to put it on his neck, and this time, with the use of the knowledge in his mind, combined with the energy stored in his body.

A large number of granulations and tentacles full of suckers and barbs suddenly grew on the cross section of his neck.

These granulation and tentacles directly pierced the wound cross-section of Ross's head, fixed it firmly, and then pulled down, so that Ross's head was firmly fixed on his neck.

It's a pity that the bloody knife marks around the neck are still very obvious.

When Carrington saw this, his expression was full of fanaticism and reverence. His young master's current form was far beyond his imagination, but this did not make him feel fear, but instead felt happy and excited.

quack!quack!

After moving his neck twice, Ross nodded with satisfaction: "It's still stable, but it's more secure to have a head."

Carrington said respectfully: "Master, your greatness makes me admire."

Ross smiled slightly, but he felt that the corners of his mouth had not changed, and he still had a dead face.

"What's the matter with your head? It's not cooperative!" Ross raised his hand and tapped his head.

Then, under his control, more tiny tentacles extended from his body and reconnected to the nerves and brain of the head through the neck.

"Hahahaha!" Suddenly, Los opened his mouth and let out a weird laugh.

The sudden harsh laughter startled Carrington: "Master, why are you laughing?"

Ross reached out and covered his mouth, trying to control his expression, and said slightly embarrassedly, "My head is on the wrong string."

The nerves of the head and body are too complicated. Although he knows how to wire it through strange knowledge, there are too many and there are occasional mistakes.

Carrington didn't know what it meant, and thought it was a more professional vocabulary. He felt very deep and advanced in his heart, but he didn't ask much.

After Ross could control the expression on his head, Carrington asked, "Master, what do you need me to do next?"

At this time, Loss gradually had an expression on his face, and there was a little blood on his pale face. It seemed that the blood began to circulate in Los's head again.

He opened his mouth slightly, and he could finally make a sound through his vocal cords.

"Prepare food, I'm hungry."

This sound is extremely unpleasant, as if a stone mill is grinding bones, making people feel uncomfortable when listening to it.

Carrington nodded immediately: "No problem! What do you want to eat?"

"Anything will do, it doesn't matter if the food is raw or cooked, I need a lot of food." Ross said hoarsely.

The energy expended just docking the head and transforming the head made him feel hungry again.

(End of this chapter)