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The smile on Obot's face faded as he calmly said, "Is it useless even with the help of the two Barons?"
"Useless! Everything was fine until that Captain William suddenly turned hostile, refusing to let anyone go!" Litton's anger grew more intense, as if he were about to charge into battle at any moment.
He had once been a member of an underground gang, accustomed to a life of bloodshed, someone who would rather use his fists than think things through.
"Oh, it seems we need to make him realize the supreme greatness of the Source of All Things," Obot said, tapping his fingers on the table, his tone growing much colder.
"I heard Captain William's son has been eager to join us. Send someone to bring him over; I will arrange for him to undergo the initiation."
Litton paused for a moment, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "Heh heh, that's a good idea. I don't believe his son won't be able to persuade him!"
Half an hour later, a young man with a joyful expression arrived at the Cult's secret location under Litton's guidance, the very place where initiations took place.
This was the absolute core of the Cult, with only three such locations in Storm Harbor, each managed by one of three priests.
In the Source Cult hierarchy, early recruits were referred to as novices and could only become clerics after passing assessments, gaining the right to preach.
The priests were responsible for baptisms and overseeing related tasks, interpreting doctrines for the followers. Currently, there were over twenty priests scattered throughout Farn County, spreading the light of faith in all directions.
Above them were the Bishops, who managed church affairs in a city and its surrounding territories. The Bishop of Storm Harbor also served as the Diocesan Bishop, overseeing church management across five cities in Farn County.
In a residence donated by a merchant believer, the baptism ceremony was solemnly underway. Obot stood at the front, quietly watching as the priest sprinkled holy water on the young man, recited doctrines, and offered blessings.
Finally, the young man removed his shirt, exposing his bare torso. The priest took out a special instrument and etched the Source Cult's symbol—the Yin-Yang Fish—onto his back.
The two fish chasing each other represented the fusion of yin and yang, light and darkness coexisting, embodying the supreme truth of all origins!
However, what Obot did not see was that at the very center of the Yin-Yang Fish symbol, something had burrowed into the young man's body, settling on his spine and merging its energy with that of its host.
The young man's body began to slowly transform; this change would take a long time. He clenched his fist and instinctively felt that something within him was shifting.
But this change was too subtle; it was nothing like what others described—an instantaneous leap to terrifying power. Curiously, he asked, "Father, when will I be able to possess strength equivalent to that of a School-Level Warrior?"
"We are all on the path to seeking the Source of All Things, but the road ahead is fraught with difficulties. Many ignorant souls are ensnared in the mundane and cannot break free. Young child, your father is one such lost lamb. Go and guide him, and you will both attain what you desire..."
The priest's voice seemed to carry a special rhythm, compelling one to listen and believe.
"Yes, Father, I will surely guide my father!" The young man knelt on one knee, determination shining in his eyes, before leaving the place.
Obot lowered his head, realizing that the earlier words were no ordinary persuasion; they clearly possessed a mysterious power that could so easily sway a person's will.
However, this very power was what he craved most at this moment—the ability to deceive—no, to preach to the world. Was there anything more pleasurable than this?
………………
In the Twilight Forest, still shrouded in endless mist, a tense yet orderly research effort continued underground in some hidden part of the forest.
The entire underground space had been transformed into a vast area rivaling the Central Laboratory of Morent through the relentless digging of countless insects, extending down five levels and reaching hundreds of meters deep!
There was no denying it; the efficiency of these digging insects was countless times greater than that of humans, and they instinctively possessed various waterproof construction techniques.
In the research room located at the very bottom, Xiar was busy at work.
In his hands was a device resembling a wireless transmitter, emitting faint mental waves.
With the integration of the Net of Magic Algae collective into the mark on his forehead, he found that its immense mental power was so overwhelming that he could hardly stir it easily.
Yet after much effort, he managed to leverage the accumulated mental power from the totem and finally unlocked enough force to construct a new Net of Magic Algae.
He named this new web—the Magic Web!
This web was no longer just a simple consciousness-linking network; it had evolved into a true magical network that allowed one's mental energy to connect and browse information as if surfing the internet in a past life, even uploading information.
Most terrifyingly, if one possessed the appropriate permissions, they could harness the vast mental power of the Magic Web to perform hypnotic abilities—just like the special effects created during the priest's baptism earlier.
Unfortunately, it could only be considered a semi-finished product now, and it would take a long time before it could be fully promoted for use.
"The number of Brain Worms is still too few; we must cultivate them on a large scale, but the Royal Amethyst required is too rare. We need to find a way to obtain more," Xiar murmured while stroking his chin.
The Brain Worm was a special insect bred by Kerrigan, a mutated creature with powerful psychic abilities far beyond that of an ordinary human. It had become the most scarce Commander role within the swarm.
With the help of hundreds of Brain Worms and powerful psychics like Firefly, Kerrigan, and Warner, Xiar was finally able to harness the immense psychic power contained within the mark on his forehead.
Unfortunately, the Zerg Queen required different materials to breed insects for various purposes, and the Brain Worm specifically needed the rarest Royal Amethyst. After searching hundreds of kilometers in the Twilight Forest, he had managed to find enough Royal Amethyst to breed this many Brain Worms.
His gaze shifted to the side, where a purple-haired Seductive Woman stood quietly less than three meters away from him.
The woman's cheeks bore mysterious purple markings, her eyes sparkling like Amethysts. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her tight leather armor accentuated her alluring curves.
She possessed a beauty that could bring disaster to nations, yet her exquisitely crafted face showed no trace of human emotion, resembling a cold puppet with a hint of savage bloodlust hidden in her gaze.
She was Kerrigan, who had been successfully grafted by Xiar to detach from her abdomen, taking on a true human form.
Her abdomen had transformed into a pure breeding factory under her control, producing various types of insects at an alarming rate—laying several eggs every minute to construct a Swarm Army that was truly daunting in number.
Though she possessed a human form, she remained fundamentally a Zerg Queen; her appearance was merely a disguise!
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