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The resistance against the emotional takeover was executed perfectly.
A figure, radiating a strong purple light, arrived at the Deadly Intersection.
The head paused slightly in its guidance, and the Vassal hesitated for a moment before asking, "Why have you stopped directing us?"
"My lord, this Deadly Intersection is extremely perilous. I fear that with my limited knowledge, I may not be able to lead you out of here safely," the head replied.
After a moment of silence, the Vassal responded, "It’s fine. Use all your abilities. If your body is shattered, I will use my muscles to reshape your head. You need not worry about that. As my subordinate, you must have value; without it, you would be discarded. Clearly, you possess far too much value for us. We need your limited knowledge to help propagate our kind and develop a new race better suited to survive in this environment, one that can replace the current dominant species on Earth—humans."
"My lord, I didn’t realize you valued me so highly. Very well, I will stake everything to clear the path for you. Follow me without worry."
The Vassal nodded slightly; this was not the demeanor expected from such a high-ranking individual.
It seemed to place immense importance on the head's abilities, just as it did on itself.
All its subordinates had to possess utilitarian value; those without it would be treated like garbage and cast aside.
As countless eggs birthed through its cellular division underwent rigorous selection and comparison.
The quality of genes was scrutinized heavily, encompassing everything from survival adaptability and intelligence to emotional intelligence and psychological activity under strict evaluative criteria.
Ultimately, three unique eggs were chosen as nourishment for the Newborn Monarch during its hatching.
Becoming nourishment was a characteristic of their kin.
Killing among one’s own kind merely involved merging the superior genes within their bodies to enhance the most outstanding members of their lineage.
However, selecting sacrificial offerings was not as simple as it seemed.
These sacrifices had to be among the most capable within their kin.
Under the rule of the newborn monarch, no individual close in strength was permitted to exist—even among the closest relatives.
The Emperor would devour them after birth, allowing their perfect genes to merge together.
Thus, upon completing this transfer ritual, the Emperor would truly become an Emperor.
Possessing the ability to rule over all.
Perhaps no one understands that the Vassal is essentially a womb for nurturing the Emperor.
Rather than calling it anything else, it is more appropriate to refer to it as the Queen Mother.
The title of Queen Mother exists not only among the Zerg but also among other races and even within the Parasite Beasts, where similar figures can be found.
The primary existence of the Queen Mother is to give birth to superior offspring, and her most influential role is to bear a lineage of nobler kings or emperors for her kin.
Most Queen Mothers will give birth to multiple embryos at once, averaging the abilities they possess among the embryos.
Even so, this does not bring peace among their kin; soon enough, they will part ways. The histories of both the Zerg and the Parasite Beasts reveal that power can shift and change at any moment.
Born of the same root, why must they hasten to harm one another?
As the embryos grow, they learn various skills from their respective High Priest Elders.
Of course, their minds swell with desire, and for the sake of profit, they yearn for immense power.
To this end, they seek not only to dominate their own territory but also to extend their control over nearby lands.
The three eggs laid by the Vassal serve the purpose of attending to the young Emperor before they grow up.
After giving birth to the Emperor, the Vassal will die from exhaustion.
It cannot remain by the Emperor's side forever, even if he is her son and embodies everything she has.
An uncontrollable embryo that exceeds its capacity will generate a strong tendency for the mother to reject it.
The three eggs born, rather than growing into loyal servants, would instead become the Emperor's right and left arms.
In their early years, they taught the Emperor how to lead their people in conquest, how to fight, and how to become a true ruler.
However, this would plant the seeds of evil and hatred deep within the Emperor's heart.
Typically, when the Emperor's strength surpasses that of the three teachers and they become mere servants, a ritual known as the Ritual will facilitate the transfer of the Holy Spirit for rebirth.
Perfect genes will merge together, making the Emperor even more perfect.
Even if the three servants are unwilling, they cannot prevent the arrangement of fate.
Such is the fate arranged by higher powers—unavoidable and an inevitable result of the decay and corruption of their culture.
The Vassal does this all for the sake of your child in her womb.
Yet now, she is alone, her people's strength still fragile after being ravaged by despicable humans.
However, for the Queen Mother, the issue of a dwindling population does not exist.
Through the corruption of her blood, the minds of living beings are controlled by her, transforming them into true mad warriors.
These are the Queen Mother's guard, who serve as food for her—merely weaklings whose growth is stunted and whose genes lack strength.
To her, they possess no cultivation and are utterly useless; leaving them to serve the new Emperor is nothing but a waste of resources.
It’s possible that the Emperor might even suffer consequences because of this.
Thus, if the Queen Mother consumes them, perhaps no one will ever discover this truth.
The Queen Mother transformed a portion of the two Search Teams' humans, consuming some of them as well.
The flesh was stored in her belly, not only to supply her daily energy needs but also to facilitate the regeneration of the new Emperor's body.
The meat emitted trace amounts of energy, which had a significant impact on the Emperor's muscle regeneration.
The reason for not killing those with stronger genes to serve as food was precisely this.
They could become the Emperor's Corpse, his loyal guardians.
These transformed individuals could no longer regain their former appearance. Even if their minds were restored, upon seeing their current grotesque forms—neither human nor ghost, resembling Evil Spirits crawling out of hell—they felt disgusted and nauseated.
Yet, the command was clear: they must never betray the Emperor. The curse woven into their bloodline maintained control over their bodies.
There were even instances of uncontrollable situations where they killed former companions, severing their souls, and could potentially transform them as well.
They feared neither death nor pain.
They were the King's attendants.
The King's army.
Although the scale of the troops was still small, each one was valiant and skilled in battle.
The Queen Mother only sent them to gather food from nearby areas while she herself dealt with the humans that came too close.
Humans were like wild vegetables in the ground; as long as their roots remained intact, new ones would sprout.
In her mind, she believed that even more humans would continuously arrive.
This place had already become the Queen Mother's harem; with a wave of her hand, she could easily handle them.
The Queen Mother approached, entering a zone of extreme danger.
Yet, at the very moment when the crisis loomed before her, her mind immediately provided the most suitable guidance.
She was employing her wisdom to resolve the crisis.
The Queen Mother and her Vassal sensed all of this. Indeed, it was rare among their kin to possess such intelligence.
Aside from the Ritual, she retained a powerful consciousness and profound knowledge.
But they were actually quite fragile, even more so than an ordinary person.
They were a hundred times weaker than she had imagined humans to be.
How could such a being assist an emperor? How could such a being become a ruler?
Even capable of deposing an emperor and allowing new kin to ascend to the throne.
Though the position of emperor was always fraught with trouble, much like the kings of Feudal States in human history, who constantly sought war to expand their territories. The end result was either the annexation of other nations or being swallowed by them.
The King of the Old Era was slain by the King of a New Era, falling from his throne as a new emperor was born to lead all kings to victory.
Before that victory, all the bloodshed and turmoil were merely sacrifices under political puppetry.
Who would remember who the new emperor was?
Gradually, those decayed bones of past lords vanished from public view.
Slowly becoming an eternal past, even shrinking into mere symbols of record.
Now, past, and future—they would no longer be active.
The new ruler led those beneath him with swift vigor, becoming a symbol of an era.
He would even find his place in history books, living deep within the hearts of his people.
The only loyalty that truly mattered was to the Emperor.
All others were mere obstacles; the Emperor needed only loyal Servants, free from any Restraint.
The Vassal sought tirelessly for a suitable soul, dissecting its thoughts and becoming familiar with everything.
This soul possessed an insatiable thirst for knowledge, devoid of distractions, and without any hint of betrayal.
A person who harbors no distractions and is loyal to themselves will not influence the Emperor.
It could serve as the Emperor's teacher, even as a father figure.
Throughout history, many emperors have often been orphans, lacking a father figure, while their mothers would pass away shortly after giving birth.
This consciousness, upon gaining new life, could act as the Emperor's father, aiding in his growth.
The three Servants merely served to nurture the Emperor's sense of responsibility and ambition; when necessary, they could step forward for him, demanding that he consume them.
Becoming one with the Emperor was their lifelong pursuit.
Though the Emperor was already near perfection, with peak potential and limitless abilities,
there still existed flaws; he was not yet perfect and could only become the ultimate being.
The Queen Mother and Vassal were not considered ultimate beings.
True ultimate life would not wither away halfway like they did.
It is eternal and indestructible.
"My lord," there is still a dangerous path ahead, and I will pave the way for you through all the dangers," a calm voice responded, "Please follow my instructions and do not put yourself in harm's way, or rather, do not endanger the emperor's life."
Vassal lifted his foot but immediately halted, his voice drifting in the air, "When did you realize this?"
His tone was cold and hard, showing no hint of surprise.
It seemed that after being exposed, there was a trace of anger as well.
"My lord Vassal, in my previous life, I was a researcher studying the corpses of living beings. Naturally, I have encountered many exceptional cases of creatures during pregnancy. After seeing you, I am convinced that what is inside you is undoubtedly a great existence for you and for our kind," the voice replied.
"The only individual capable of becoming a great existence must be our king. He has descended to the mortal realm, and wherever he goes, everything will bow down at his feet."
Queen Mother looked astonished, her expression turning cold as she said, "Do not speculate on my thoughts next time; this is not something you should know. The emperor is an indispensable source of cohesion for our clan. Many of our people are waiting for his birth. You only need to use your knowledge to assist the emperor in maintaining his position. Eventually, you will uncover the powerful roots of our clan."
"Yes, my lord, I understand my mistake," the voice responded again.
"Alright, how much longer will it take?" Queen Mother asked.
"Based on the route, it should take about half an hour more. Considering your walking speed, it should take that long," the voice stated.
"Half an hour? That’s too slow," Vassal remarked.
"There’s nothing I can do; this is my best analysis of the situation. The fastest would be this way; the slowest could take up to two hours. It’s truly perilous," the voice explained.
"What if we fly?" Queen Mother suggested.
"In that case, it would only take fifteen minutes in a straight line," the voice replied.
"I also need fifteen minutes? Ten minutes would be enough," Queen Mother scoffed at the mental calculation of the voice.
"Ha, I understand, but Your Majesty, you cannot overexert yourself, and those people have a secret weapon specifically designed to deal with you and the Emperor," the head sighed, still trying to persuade.
"Secret weapon?" Queen Mother asked, taken aback.
"Yes, Mercury Spray Explosive, commonly known as the Mercury Bomb. The released mercury forms a mist that penetrates through the skin and invades the body almost without any gaps. It is nearly impossible to defend against, and mercury is a deadly poison for humans."
"For my kind, it is not a deadly poison, but given your current resistance, it could be somewhat dangerous for you, and the unborn Emperor would have no way to resist the penetration of mercury."
Queen Mother’s vassal coldly remarked, "Are you implying that humans are also concerned about our Emperor and intend to strike first? That’s impossible."
"No, they do not understand you, Queen Mother. They are merely testing you and are unaware of the existence of the Emperor in your womb. If they were to learn of the Emperor's existence, they would stop at nothing to eliminate him."
"Queen Mother, you are already very powerful. Humans have begun to panic; once they realize that the Emperor is an even stronger presence, do you think they will show any mercy? I doubt it. In any case, during my time as a human, I will not give up on assassinating the Emperor," the head spoke sharply before quickly restraining its words.
It had said something it shouldn't have.
It glanced at Queen Mother’s vassal's pale face and trembled slightly. Queen Mother smiled faintly. "It's fine; didn't I give you a chance to save yourself? Use it wisely. If there’s another mistake next time, remember not to speak out of turn again. While I value your usefulness, if you cannot express yourself properly, I will lower my opinion of you."
"I’m so sorry, Queen Mother! I won’t speak so carelessly next time," the head stammered.
"Alright, I understand your position. Let’s fly over."
"But Your Majesty—"
"No need. I've already thought of a countermeasure."
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