Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy Chapter 186

Borg, who gave performance, naturally knew everything and said everything.

"I came into contact with this organization when I was in the capital, and they seemed to be rooted in the upper class and aristocratic circles. I have participated in their rallies. Although I couldn't see the appearance of those members, I could tell from the gestures and the tone of their speech. , you can be sure that these people are highly educated nobles."

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 power. If they want to curb the development of Arkham, then this group of people will be a huge group of obstacles. .

"What's their purpose?"

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

"But inadvertently, I discovered a problem."

"Say."

Borg said with a twinkle in his eyes: "Their core personnel, or the founder, seems to be a descendant of a certain family in the past, and this descendant is likely to be a royal family in a certain period, and still holds a huge amount of power. energy."

"Why?" Ross was interested.

Berger spoke out his analysis.

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

"Your Majesty?" Ross frowned slightly. He had no special understanding of this title because he was completely knowledgeable.

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

"There are two important alchemical symbols, one is called the perfect red king, which represents brimstone and the sun. The other is called the brilliant white queen, which represents mercury and the moon. These two symbols represent the most extreme two 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 ruled over these two elements, and was called the supreme monarch, representing the foundation of all things, the ether ."

"The supreme monarch..." Ross 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 of this symbol out of curiosity and found that there was a hidden dynasty between about 5,000 to 7,000 years from now."

"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 began to rise from the Russell Empire, right?"

"Yes, and the perfect red king and the dazzling 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 hidden by history, and after that dynasty was destroyed, their rulers hid and created the school of alchemy. This organization has been passed down to the present, after which 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 tricks in front of these ordinary people.

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

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

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

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

"How is Conte?" Ross asked.

Morsi whispered: "His legs are completely crippled. After we amputated him, we are going to use the blood of angels to regenerate the amputated 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 in about half a month," Morsi said.

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

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

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

"Learning opportunities?" Morsi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "You want..."

Ross rolled up his sleeves and said, "Don't limit your eyes to this possibility, we have countless possibilities for development!"

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

"Okay!" Morsi heard these materials, his eyes suddenly lit up, he turned around and took Borg out with him~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ross walked into the operating room. For some reason, Conte had woken up.

The swollen and somewhat unable to open eyes looked at Ross with difficulty.

"Mayor..." A weak and hoarse voice came, which was 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 that, Conte squeezed the fingers of his left arm hard: "The mayor...can...give me...power?"

Ross said calmly, "I just want to tell you about this. Although your injury is very serious, I still have a way for you to recover 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: "It's a very painful process, and... after you are transformed, you will be completely out of the human form, have you thought about it? This is a road that can't be turned back."

Conte opened his eyes hard, 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 guarding our Arkham!"

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