Chapter 344: Blood of the Prophet
Liberty City.
Cathedral of the Titans.
The prophet, wearing a golden robe, stood on the pulpit and preached to the believers.
Just as the believers were listening with fascination, a pale hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the prophet's chest like lightning!
puff!
The sharp claws penetrated deeply into the heart and pulled out the bloody heart.
In front of thousands of believers, it was crushed to pieces!
Blood splattered everywhere!
The prophet, whose heart was gouged out in public, collapsed on the pulpit.
The literal "murderer" murdered the prophet in public and then disappeared without any warning, just as he had appeared.
The exclamation echoed throughout the church!
This bizarre and horrific murder frightened the people at the scene and plunged the church into chaos.
In this chaos, only Anne, Cato, Waylon and other twelve apostles who had followed the prophet the earliest were able to remain calm.
He hurried to the blood-stained pulpit, picked up the prophet's body, and rushed to the nearest hospital.
All the medical psychics in the city were summoned to consult with the prophet.
However, looking at the prophet's empty and bloody chest, everyone expressed helplessness.
"It's okay, just sew up the wound."
Anne's face was pale, but her tone was unusually calm.
"We will wash the prophet's body, anoint it with holy oil, put it in a coffin, and pray over it."
"The prophet has already predicted that he will atone for our sins with his life."
“The prophecy is being fulfilled today.”
"After three days, the prophet will be resurrected."
"As long as we have firm faith, we can witness this miracle with our own eyes and gain salvation from it!"
Nowadays, nine out of ten residents of Liberty City are believers of the "Church of the Giant God", and the doctors involved in the 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 prerequisite is that one must first upload a backup of one's soul 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.
Even someone as powerful as the Reincarnator cannot bring back to life a corpse that has had its heart removed and has completely lost its vitality.
In the public's perception, "reincarnation" is the highest state that humans can achieve.
The only existence more powerful than the "reincarnator" is a god.
If Anne's assertion came true, the prophet's body would be resurrected from the coffin three days later, which would undoubtedly have far surpassed the level of a "reincarnated person".
Then people have reason to believe that He is not only a religious leader, but also possesses supreme divinity, worthy of worship by all mankind!
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Dr. Solomon's office in Metropolis.
Alan stared at his right hand in a trance.
Warm blood dripped onto the floor through the fingers.
Bang!
Dr. Solomon snapped his fingers.
A wave of telekinesis was transmitted, absorbing the remaining blood on Alan's left hand, condensing into two floating blood balls, which were respectively poured into two reagent bottles.
Alan looked confused, as if he didn't understand Dr. Solomon's intention in collecting the prophet's blood.
"The false prophet you just killed is said to be a rare natural person whose blood contains antibodies that can curb the cancerous transformation of Titan cells."
Dr. Solomon explained with a smile.
"I plan to test his blood to see if the rumors are true."
"Dr. Allen, take the other bottle of blood sample back for testing and cross-verify it with the sample I have."
"Perhaps, we can gain inspiration from this to improve cancer inhibitors and work together to contribute to scientific research."
"I will do my best!"
Alan held the blood sample bottle with a serious look on his face.
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 the "Blood of the Prophet" and study yourself?
The truth of this matter is full of black humor.
In fact, Allen was just pretending and put more energy into studying the core of the Titan network - the Primarch.
In the laboratory, cell samples of "Thinkers" and "Knowers" are preserved.
Alan took advantage of his position to remove the cells of the two Titan originals, and combined them with his own transplanted "Grabbers", and conducted a series of secret research.
The research focuses on the Titan Primarch's open mental network.
In Allen's opinion, this is a modified version of the super-limited field.
When the Transcendent Realm evolves to the Legendary Realm, it can be permanently opened without consuming any magic power.
However, the Titan Primarch's mental network has more powerful data storage and computing capabilities on this basis, similar to the Internet's servers.
The legendary super-limited realm does not have such capabilities.
So what's the problem?
After some in-depth analysis, Allen came to a conclusion.
The key point is that the Titan Primarch is divine!
The First Titan is both the ancestor and the racial god worshipped by giants and Titans.
Similar to what the ancestor Behemoth did, the ancestor Titan integrated part of his divinity into the original space.
The process of Alan fusing the essence of the Founding Titan was accompanied by the collection of the 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 inherent divinity, which can handle multi-threaded data exchange and complex calculations.
Just like a network of faith ruled by gods, it can sense the prayers of tens of thousands of believers at any time and respond to them.
At this level, the Divine is like a supercomputer.
Alan naturally thought that he also possessed divinity and had established a complete church organization and faith network.
In addition to using this network to absorb the power of believers, is it also possible to establish a system similar to the "Titan Network" to assign 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 the minds of every believer, and vertically manage the increasingly bloated and complex church organization.
That night, Alan worked overtime alone in the laboratory.
Outside the door, there were familiar 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!"
Alan went up to her, shook her hand, and smiled and shook his head.
"It's not that hard. I was just planning to report my new discovery to you when you came. This saves me from having to make another trip tomorrow."
"Oh? Tell me what you found out!"
Margaret became interested.
"I tested the false prophet's blood and indeed found antibodies that inhibit cancerous cells."
"Not only that, there is a mysterious power in this person's blood, which may be more suitable than Titan cells to transform the human body and enable the experimental subject to awaken superpowers."
"So you need to conduct human experiments to see what superpowers can be awakened and how strong they are?" Margaret guessed.
Alan nodded in acknowledgment.
The metropolitan asylum, despite the fact that there is cruel class oppression, is still covered with a veil of civilization.
Any human experimentation on death row prisoners must be approved by Dr. Solomon himself.
Margaret felt that Alan's topic was very valuable and encouraged him to continue his research.
As for human experiments, since they are really necessary, it should not be difficult to obtain approval.
"I'll talk to my dad, it will be fine!"
Margaret said optimistically.
But she was wrong.
The next evening , when Alan was working overtime alone, Margaret came again.
The smile disappeared from his face, and he could not hide his frustration.
"Dr. Allen, I'm very sorry, but I have bad news to tell you."
"Stop the research on the blood of the prophet immediately."
"Destroy all remaining blood samples."
"From today on, you don't have to work the night shift anymore. Go back and have a good rest."
Alan stared at Margaret coldly without saying a word.
Margaret couldn't meet his gaze.
The silence lasted for a long time, and Alan finally spoke.
"Is this what your father meant?"
Margaret nodded grimly.
"I went to him excitedly and told him about your new discovery. I thought he would be very interested, but I didn't expect his reaction to be so cold."
"Margaret, your father forbade me to explore the mystery of the Prophet's Blood. Is he worried that if the experiment is successful, there will be a second way to give mortals superpowers, which will threaten those vested interests who have obtained high-level superpowers by infecting Titan cells?"
Alan asked in a low voice.
Margaret nodded, then shook her head.
"That factor does exist, Dr. Allen. As you know, when a resource is monopolized, the monopoly class certainly does not want new competitors to emerge, and superpowers are no exception."
"If the Prophet's Blood can not only destroy cancerous tissue in the human body, but also grant superpowers, it is no exaggeration to say that Titan cells will become worthless in comparison."
"If this news gets out, people will crave the blood of the prophet like crazy and worship the false prophet as a living god. This is obviously not a future we are happy to see."
"Besides the political factors, my father also revealed another fact that disturbed me even more."
Margaret took the cup handed to her by Alan, took a sip of water, and continued to relay Dr. Solomon's concerns.
"My father... or more precisely, the omniscient 'Knower' in his brain had a premonition that if we continue to study the 'Blood of the Prophet', we might be tempted by the power contained in the blood and go astray."
"This forbidden power is full of evil and blasphemy. If it is not contained, it will pose a serious threat to the survival of Solomon and even all of humanity."
"A mere vial of blood sample has risen to the level of threatening the survival of all mankind. Don't you think it's too exaggerated?"
“Is there any factual basis for making such a dire prediction?”
Alan questioned angrily.
Margaret shook her head and smiled bitterly.
"I can't produce any evidence, but I must tell you that the Knower is the leader of all Titan Primarchs, and occasionally has premonitions of major events that will happen in the future."
"It may be an exaggeration to say that it threatens 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."
Alan shrugged and spread his hands, indicating that he couldn't understand.
"Margaret, I still can't figure it out. I've already killed the false prophet. How much trouble can the few drops of blood left behind cause?"
"Are your father... and the Knower too nervous?"
Margaret took out a lollipop from her pocket, looked at it for a few seconds, and put it back into her pocket with a dull look.
"Actually...I have another piece of bad news to tell you."
"What's wrong?"
"We have all been deceived. The false prophet is not dead at all."
"How is that possible!" Alan raised his voice, "You saw it at the time, I took out his heart with my own hands--"
"Don't get excited, my dear friend."
Margaret squeezed his hand firmly to calm him down.
"I also can't understand how the false prophet could still be alive after you took out his heart. But that's what my father told me. Maybe he used the power of the 'Knower' to glimpse the false prophet in the future timeline."
"Maybe... the person I killed at that time was a substitute?" Alan made a seemingly reasonable guess.
"If it's a substitute, it's not worth making a fuss about." Margaret sighed, "Dad said that the false prophet was really killed by you at that time, but he was resurrected just three days later."
"Resurrection? Are you sure it's not reincarnation?" Alan asked.
"I don't know... Dad told me so."
Alan frowned and fell silent.
Margaret saw his frustration and gently hugged his arms, trying to encourage him to cheer up.
"Margaret, let us consider a question without prejudice."
Alan's tone was deep.
"A person's blood contains the mysterious power to curb cancer and stimulate human potential."
"This same person, after being killed, his body can be resurrected."
"So do you think he is a false prophet or a true prophet?"
Margaret bit her plump lips hard and her voice was bitter.
"Alan, you know the answer in my heart. Please don't force me to say it out loud, okay? It will only deepen my inner anxiety."
"The only way to fight fear is to face it, Margaret. We can't run away from it!"
Alan squeezed her hand tightly, his voice strong and powerful.
"Because that man is so dangerous, I must delve deeper into the secrets hidden in his blood. Maybe I can find a way to kill him once and for all!"
"My dear friend, I fully support your idea."
Margaret looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes full of tenderness.
"Even if my father is unhappy, I will support you to continue your research on the Blood of the Prophet without telling him!"
"Margaret, your understanding and support are very important to me. I really don't know how to thank you enough."
"Haha... It's rare that you can say something touching. Do you have any wine? Can you have a couple of drinks with me?"
“It’s my honor.”
Alan opened the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of aged red wine.
In this age of material scarcity, high-end red wine is undoubtedly the ultimate luxury.
Even Margaret rarely drinks to her heart's content.
The two drank and talked, and before they knew it they were drunk.
“It’s so hot…”
Margaret's cheeks flushed, and she stood up mumbling, releasing the magic power stored in her body.
The bloated body quickly became slimmer.
In the blink of an eye, she turned into a slim beauty.
The loose dress fell off her body.
Alan stretched out his left hand, pretending to help her pull up the sliding straps.
Margaret did not shy away, nor did she attempt to stop him.
"Sorry, I'm still not used to this transplanted arm."
Alan retracted his right hand, which still had body fragrance, and blamed the "grabber" for the offense just now.
"It's okay. I don't mind if you take a few more times to get used to it."
Margaret smiled shyly, took a step forward and threw herself into his arms.
Alan took the opportunity to put his arms around her slender waist and bent down to kiss her cheeks and lips.
As they embraced and kissed, Alan clearly felt that Margery's two hearts were beating alternately.
