Liberty City.

Cathedral of the Titans.

The prophet, dressed in golden robes, stood on the pulpit and was preaching to the believers.

While the believers were fascinated by this, a pale palm appeared out of thin air and struck the prophet's chest like lightning!

Burst!

The claws plunged deep into the heart, pulling out the blood-stained heart.

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

Blood splattered!

The prophet, who had been cut out of his heart in public, fell to the pulpit.

The literal "murderer" disappeared without warning after the public murder of the prophet, as he did when he appeared.

Exclamations resounded through the church!

This strange and terrifying murder frightened the people at the scene, and the church fell into chaos.

In the midst of this chaos, only the twelve apostles who were the first to follow the prophet, such as Anne, Cato, and Wellen, could barely maintain their composure.

Hurried to the blood-stained pulpit, picked up the body of the Prophet, and rushed him to the nearest hospital.

The city's medical superpowers were summoned to consult with the Prophet.

However, looking at the Prophet's empty, bloody chest, everyone said that there was nothing they could do.

"It's okay, you just have to stitch up 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 a coffin, and stop praying."

"The prophets prophesied that they would atone for our sins with their lives."

"The prophecy is fulfilled today."

"After three days, the prophet will be resurrected."

"As long as we are steadfast in our faith, we can witness this miracle and be redeemed from it!"

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

Even so, I couldn't believe Anne's words.

The prophet has indeed performed many miracles over the years.

However, the prophet prophesied that he would be murdered and resurrected three days after his death...... It's incredible.

Indeed, the legendary S-class "reincarnated person" 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 a healthy body.

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

As powerful as a "reincarnated person", he can't rely on a corpse that has had its heart removed and completely lost its vitality to bring it back to life.

In the public perception, the "reincarnated person" is the highest state that human beings can reach.

Beings more powerful than the "reincarnated" can only be gods.

If Anne's assertion had been fulfilled, the Prophet's body would have risen from the coffin three days later, undoubtedly far beyond the level of the "reincarnated."

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

……

Metropolis, Dr. Solomon's office.

Eren stared at his right hand in distraction.

Warm blood, dripping onto the floor through his fingers.

Syllable!

Dr. Solomon snapped his fingers.

A wave of telekinesis was conducted, absorbing the remaining blood on Allen's left hand, condensing into two floating blood cells, which were merged into two reagent bottles.

Alan looked dazed, as if he didn't understand Dr. Solomon's purpose in collecting the Prophet's blood.

"The false prophet you just killed is said to be a rare natural person with antibodies in his blood that inhibit the cancerous transformation of titan cells."

Dr. Solomon explained with a smile.

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

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

"Maybe we can get inspiration from this to improve cancer inhibitors and contribute to scientific research together."

"I'll do my best!"

Alan 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 day-to-day intelligence work, Alan also has to work overtime in the laboratory at night.

Study the "blood of the prophets" and study yourself for yourself?

The truth of this matter is full of black humor.

In fact, Eren was just putting on a show and devoting more of his energy to researching the core of the Titan Network, the Protoplasm.

In the laboratory, cell samples of "Missers" and "Knowers" are kept.

Alan took advantage of his position to take out the cells of these two Titans, plus the "grabbers" of his own transplantation, and conducted a series of secret research.

Research focuses on the mental network of the Titanplasma opening.

In Allen's opinion, this is the overrun realm of the magic revision.

When the Transcendent Realm evolves to the Legendary Realm, it can be opened forever without consuming mana.

However, the Titan's spiritual network, on top of which there is more powerful data storage and computing power, is similar to the servers of the Internet.

The Legendary Overrun Realm does not have such an ability.

So what's the problem?

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

The point is, the Titans are divine!

The Ancestral Titans are not only the Ancestors, but also the racial gods worshipped by giants and Titans.

Similar to Ancestor Beamon's approach, the Ancestor Titan integrated a part of his divinity into the Origin Dimension.

Allen's process of fusing the Origin of the Ancestral Titans was accompanied by the collection of divine fragments scattered across the bodies of the five Titans.

The reason why the Titans can serve as a server for the spiritual network is precisely because of the divinity it contains, which can handle multi-threaded data exchange and complex calculations.

Just as the faith network ruled by the gods, it can sense and respond to the prayers of tens of thousands of believers at any time.

In this sense, divinity is like a supercomputer.

It was natural for Alan to think that he also possessed divinity, and that he had established a well-established church organization and faith network.

In addition to using the network to absorb the wishes of believers, can it also establish a system similar to the "Titan Network", assign IDs to all believers, and establish a complete network ecology?

In this way, the believers scattered all over the world can be united through a spiritual network and communicate at any time.

On the other hand, Alan can also publish teachings through the spiritual network, which can be directly conveyed to the minds of every believer, and vertically manage the increasingly bloated and complex church organization.

That night, Alan worked overtime in the lab alone.

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

Margaret pushed open the door and squeezed in.

"Dr. Allen, I'm still busy at this late hour, hard work!"

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

"It's hard to talk about, I was about to report to you on the new discovery, you came, and I will run again tomorrow."

"Oh? What's new, let's talk about it! ”

Margaret was in the mood.

"I tested the blood of the false prophet and did find antibodies that inhibit cancerous cells."

"Not only that, but this person's blood also contains a mysterious power, which may be more suitable than Titan cells to modify the human body and prompt the subject to awaken superpowers."

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

Alan nodded in acknowledgement.

The Metropolitan Refuge, despite the fact of brutal class oppression, is still cloaked in a veil of civilization.

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

Margaret found Allen's subject valuable and encouraged him to continue his research.

As for human experiments, since they are really necessary, it is not difficult to obtain approval.

"I'll talk to my dad, it's definitely no problem!"

Margaret said optimistically.

But she was wrong.

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

There was no smile on his face, and he couldn't hide his frustration.

"Dr. Allen, I'm so sorry to have bad news for you."

"Research on the blood of the prophets, cease immediately."

"All remaining blood samples will be destroyed."

"From today onwards, you don't have to work night shifts anymore, go back and have a good rest."

Alan stared at Margaret coldly and didn't say a word.

Margaret didn't dare to look him in the eye.

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

"Is this what your father meant?"

Margaret nodded with a bitter face.

"I rushed to him to tell him about your new discovery, I thought he would be very interested, but I didn't expect the reaction to be cold."

"Margaret, your father forbade me to explore the mysteries of the Prophet's blood, is he worried that after the experiment is successful, there will be a second way to endow mortals with superpowers, so that those who have a vested interest in obtaining high-level superpowers by infecting Titan cells will feel threatened?"

Alan asked in a low voice.

Margaret nodded, then shook her head.

"It's true, Dr. Allen, and you know that when a resource is monopolized, the monopoly class certainly doesn't want new competitors to emerge, and superpowers are no exception."

"If the blood of the prophet can destroy the cancerous tissue in the human body and give superpowers, it is no exaggeration to say that the Titan cells will be worthless in comparison."

"When the news spreads, people will be madly thirsty for the blood of the prophets, and then worship the false prophets as living immortals, which is obviously not the future we are happy to see."

"In addition to the political factor, my father revealed another fact that was even more disturbing to me."

Margaret took the cup that Allen handed her, took a sip of water, and continued to relay Dr. Solomon's concerns.

"My father...... Rather, it was the omniscient 'know-it-all' in his brain who had a hunch that if we continued to study the 'blood of the prophets', we would probably be tempted astray by the power contained in the blood. ”

"The power of this taboo is full of evil and blasphemy, and if left unchecked, it will certainly pose a serious threat to the survival of the Solomon Company and all mankind."

"Don't you think it's too exaggerated for a mere vial of blood to rise to a height that threatens the survival of all mankind?"

"Is there a factual basis for making such a terrible prediction?"

Alan asked angrily.

Margaret shook her head and smiled wryly.

"I can't produce evidence, but I must tell you that the 'Know-It-All' is the head of all Titans, and occasionally has a premonition 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 Titans, otherwise the 'Knowers' would not be so nervous."

Alan shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, indicating that he could not understand.

"Margaret, I still can't figure it out, the false prophets have all been killed by me, how much wind and waves can be turned over with a few drops of blood left?"

"Your father...... And the 'know-it-all', will they be overly nervous? ”

Margaret took out a lollipop from her pocket, looked at it twice, and stuffed it back into her pocket with great interest.

"Actually...... I have one more bad news to inform you. ”

"What's wrong?"

"We've all been deceived, and the false prophet isn't dead at all."

"How is that possible!" Alan raised his voice, "You saw it at the time, I obviously pulled out his heart with my own hands-"

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

Margaret squeezed his hand hard to calm him down.

"I can't understand how the false prophet can still be alive when you have taken out his heart, but that's what my dad told me, maybe with the help of the power of the 'knower', I got a glimpse of the false prophet in the future timeline."

"Perhaps...... It was a stand-in that I killed at the time? Allen made a plausible conjecture.

"If it's a stand-in, it's not worth the fuss." Margaret sighed, "Dad said that the false prophet was really killed by you at that time, but after just three days, he was resurrected. ”

"Resurrection? Are you sure it's not a rebirth? Alan asked.

"I don't know...... That's what my dad told me. ”

Alan frowned and fell silent.

Margaret, seeing the frustration in his heart, gently hugged his arm and tried to encourage him to cheer up.

"Margaret, let's consider a question without any prejudice."

Allen's tone was deep.

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

"The same person, after being killed, the body can be resurrected."

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

Margaret bit her plump lip hard, her voice bitter.

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

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

Eren clenched her hand hard, and his voice was sonorous.

"Because that person is too dangerous, I need to delve into the secrets hidden in his blood, and maybe I can find a way to kill him completely!"

"My dear friend, I fully support your idea."

Margaret looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes full of warmth.

"Even if Dad is not happy, I will carry him behind his back and fund you to continue to study the blood of the Prophet!"

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

"Huh...... It's rare that you can also say touching things, do you have wine here? Would you like to have two drinks with me? ”

"It's an honor."

Alan opened the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of aged red wine.

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

Even Margaret rarely drinks happily.

The two drank and chatted, unconsciously drunk.

"It's so hot......"

Margaret's cheeks flushed, and she muttered to her feet, releasing the mana stored in her body.

The bloated body quickly slimmed down.

In the blink of an eye, she became a fair beauty.

The loose dress fell from her.

Alan reached out his left hand and gestured to help her pull up the sling sling.

Margaret didn't dodge and didn't mean to stop him.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not comfortable with this transplanted arm yet."

Alan retracted his right hand, which was still fragrant, and threw the blame on the "grabber" for the offensive act just now.

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

Margaret smiled and took a step forward, throwing herself into his arms.

Alan took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around her slender waist and leaned down to kiss her cheeks and lips.

As they hugged and kissed, Alan clearly felt that Margaery's two hearts were beating staggered.

……

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(End of chapter)