Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy

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Ross looked at the heat and hope in Marion's eyes, and he knew that this person had already taken the bait.

As long as he is a normal person, in the face of this situation, no one can resist the temptation of this existence.

At this time, the person who claimed to be the black pharaoh in front of Marion was naturally Loos.

After leaving Kane he focused on Marion.

What happened after Charlemagne's place can be solved by Charlemagne herself. After what happened last night, Judy didn't dare to do anything casually, and she was arrogant and would not go to the other people in Black Goat Egg for help.

And Kane and Bale are also on the right track here, and Kane gave himself a very good opportunity this morning.

Once everything was in place, a proper reason was needed to kick off the frenzy.

On the way here, Ross has been thinking about what kind of identity and what kind of person he should use to contact Marion and become the grandfather behind him.

Then, in a flash of light, he thought of Nyarlathotep, one of the Three Pillars.

This guy has all kinds of incarnations, and then handed over all kinds of taboo knowledge to human beings, causing chaos for human beings, and then hoping that human beings will destroy themselves.

Combined with the development of the past few months, Ross vigorously developed blood therapy, built special shelters, and taught people countless taboo knowledge that does not belong to human beings.

And then out of Arkham, came to Massa to harm the world.

As a result, Ross thought that his current image was very suitable for Nyarlathotep's commonly used avatar image, and the name was randomly chosen as the black pharaoh he was most familiar with.

As for the character design, today's Ross stands out for being mysterious, powerful, elegant and forceful!

Marion is a very normal ordinary person. He can't resist normal temptations. He longs for power and women, fears death, longs for beauty, and surrenders to power.

That's what Lowe's plan is for now.

He found that the entire empire was now very hostile to Arkham, and it would not be smooth to use Arkham's name directly.

At the same time, he also considered that in the future, he was bound to establish a lot of people. If he used the same name, he would inevitably bring a lot of trouble to Arkham.

If other organizations are established in the process as various other people, they can share a lot of hatred for Arkham through these fictitious organizations.

Combining the above, the first official identity of Ross outside, the black pharaoh appeared like this.

And with the black pharaoh as the leader, in the time when Ross ate a hamburger, there was never one before, and it was suddenly established at this time, and the organization called the black suit was established.

At this moment, Marion looked at Ross with burning hot eyes in the depths of his eyes, and asked tentatively, "You said, you have been observing me for a long time?"

Ross nodded: "Of course, I have been paying attention to you all the way. I have been looking for someone who can set off a wave of the times over the years, and you are the one I like."

"The person who set off the wave of the times..." Hearing this, Marion agreed very much, because he always believed that if he could set up a workers' guild, it would indeed set off a new generation of the wave of the times.

Marion asked again: "Then you... do you want to help me accomplish this great cause?"

"Otherwise I wouldn't be standing here." Ross smiled as he supported his jazz hat.

Marion felt his heart beat faster, but he wasn't overwhelmed with joy, so he didn't go on.

"Sorry, I'm leading a workers' parade next, can we talk later?" Marion knew that there was no free lunch in the world, and the other party would certainly ask for certain benefits while providing help.

Marion is also ready to pay enough price, but it does not mean that he is a stunned young man who can be fooled.

He needs to cool down his head and give himself enough time to think about the pros and cons.

At the same time, it is also necessary to use this time to test the sincerity of the other party and what kind of strength the other party has.

"You've moved some big family cheese now, and they've been trying to get rid of you right now, and it's very risky to march like that," Low said.

Marion looked down at the three bodies, took a deep breath and said, "I know, but I have to do this."

Ross smiled slightly, showing an expression of admiration: "I admire people who are determined."

With that said, Ross turned and walked away: "From now on, no one can hurt you."

"What?" Before Marion could return to his senses, he found that the mysterious black pharaoh had disappeared.

"This guy... seems to be very powerful!" The last sentence just now gave Marion a full sense of security.

Curious, he looked down at the corpse again. The heads of the three people shattered almost at the same time, as if a bomb had been buried in their heads.

But he knew very well that there could be no bombs in people's heads.

"No gunshots, no explosions. No firearm can completely blow up the heads of three people in an instant~www.wuxiaspot.com~ How did he do it?"

Marion walked out of the alley as he pondered.

"Mr. Marion?!" As soon as he came out, he saw a dozen workers rushing over.

They all wore uniform blue overalls and held signs.

It reads "Better Security! Better Work Environment!"

Marion took a deep breath, temporarily put the Black Pharaoh's business behind him, and said with a smile, "Let's go! Let's fight for our rights!"

Afterwards, the group walked quickly to the gathering place.

Ross, who was floating in the air in a transparent form, looked at this very simple request and said with a smile: "This request is really simple."

Workers are not very demanding, can have the protection of work injury and illness, and can improve the working environment at the same time.

Many people in the factory now suffer from various terminal illnesses due to various chemicals and fiber dust.

For them who are terminally ill, there is only one way to follow. First, they are abandoned by the boss, and then they die in despair, just like the old Han before.

Fortunately, Lao Han was a citizen of Arkham, and at the same time he caught up with the era of Ross, so he got a miracle and survived.

But here, there is no miracle called blood therapy.

At 9:30 in the morning, all the workers gathered together.

A total of 60,000 workers gathered this time, and a total of six large factories and seven small factories went on strike.

One-tenth of all workers in Massa were on strike.

Sixty thousand people crowded the three blocks in a mighty manner. Under the leadership of Marion, they held signs and shouted neat slogans to march between the cities.

"It's really spectacular!" Ross said with a smile, with a smile on his face.