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Chapter 68 Now that you have met the patriarch, why don’t you bow?
Monger saw the alien demigod entrenched under the tower-like sub-space engine.
Monger almost vomited due to the shock to his mind.

It was a huge beast nearly six meters tall, with six limbs and a tail, dark purple skin, and layers of angular chitinous carapace all over its body.

The huge, deformed heads were shaped like elongated triangles, and on either side of the skull were animal eyes as thin as a knife.
Those eyes were filled with malice, hatred, depravity and greed.

He crouched on a huge pipe under the warp engine with his sturdy lizard-like legs. Two three-fingered claws that were strong enough to tear apart vehicles were pierced into the metal pipe, and the other two were spread out like wings beside him.

This creature seemed not to be created by the human world, and it was unlike any life that could be bred in the Milky Way.
It seemed like some kind of deep malice coming from the darker depths of space, the spokesperson of some greater will in the hive city.

The moment he saw the monster, Monger felt a chilling fear and his legs couldn't help but tremble.

The others around were also frightened and stood there in a daze, with a strong fear hitting their hearts.
Most people opened their mouths wide, frightened by the intense fear and could only let out silent howls.

This is the difference in life levels. That monster is definitely not something that ordinary people can match.

Monger even thought about running away. He felt very powerless.

He seemed to have returned to his childhood when he had just grown horns.
The frantic mother rushed at them with pliers and kitchen knives,

Markit clung to her mother's thighs, and her head was broken and her horns were cut off.
Mung could only hide behind the cupboard, helplessly watching his brother being abused and sobbing silently.

The slug-like parasite in his chest kept squirming, and the slight pain stimulated Monger's nerves, making him wake up a little.

no no,
This time he was not powerless;

Mung bit his lip, and dirty blood flowed out and dripped down his lips.
As long as the monster injects corrupt genes into it through its mouthparts, it will in turn erode its gene sequence.
Mengge straightened his mind and suppressed the fear in his heart.

But most of the people around him have reached the limit of their patience.

Monger was sure that if just one person began to collapse and run away, the whole group would fall into chaos.

"quiet!!!"

The sound filled with powerful spiritual energy spread throughout the underground palace through the loudspeaker.

Monger felt that the fear in his heart was suppressed in an instant.
He looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw the Four-Armed Divine Emperor Bishop standing under the patriarch's right claw, holding high the scepter in his hand.

"This is the original prophet, the living saint of the Four-Armed Divine Emperor, the core and genetic ancestor of our race!"

The strong psychic power mixed with the hive will of the Genestealers pressed down on everyone present.

"Now that you have met the patriarch, why don't you bow?"

Through the loudspeakers in the hands of the missionaries, the voice filled with the powerful hive will pierced into everyone's brain.

The faces of the people around Monger were all in a trance, and even Monger felt that the things in front of him became blurry.

The dark underground palace seemed to have turned into a sacred church with burning incense, and the light from the warp engine seemed to have turned into the gorgeous light falling from the colored windows.
The four-armed Divine Emperor Bishop became a holy priest, the Genestealers scattered around became the Emperor's Angels of Death, and the six-limbed monster standing on the pipe, nearly six meters tall, also began to become sacred.
The pipes beneath it became a throne covered with scarlet velvet.
Two of the four claws began to grow pure white feathers, turning into angel wings shrouded in divine light.
The dark purple skin turned snow-white, the triangular head became handsome, and the bald head covered with chitin grew bright golden hair.

In the blink of an eye, the horrible monster turned into a majestic angel with wings sitting high on a scarlet throne.
Those eyes, which were full of malice, hunger, greed and cunning, suddenly became gentle and sacred, as if they contained love for all living beings in the world.

Angels! Archangels are watching over them!

Munger was so excited that he was about to cry.
O angel, our Lord of Pure Sacrifice,
Bless all who are deformed,
You accept all who have horns.
You promise to blaspheme,
He who is born sinful is born blessed,

Your mercy will erase all differences, unite us as one, and grind away our vile sins.

Praise the sacrifice of our Lord, and we will also be with this noble sacrifice.

A group of bloated, corrupted, and fat funny little creatures were howling anxiously in Monger's mind.

They told Monger that what he saw was just a shameless and greedy insect.

It was not the offspring of the damned, not the perfect angel, not the ninth.

The parasite in Monger's chest tore at his internal organs, causing him to suddenly wake up.

Mengge covered his chest, endured the pain and looked at the scene in front of him.

It was already half asleep and half awake, having walked forward through most of the underground palace. The six-meter-tall Genestealer chieftain seemed to be right in front of it.

A chill rose in Monger's body.
The psychic power just now was so strong that it was definitely not something that the Genestealer Bishop could release on his own.
The clan leader must have used some means to strengthen its psychic power with the hive will of the entire clan.

It was just as Ryan Ruth said.
Mengge remembered what Zhou Yun said last night.

The Genestealers formed a kind of hive mind through psychic links.

Under the manipulation of this will, the Genestealers were bewitched by hallucinations and cognitive distortions, always believing that they were real humans and devout believers.
The Genestealer Patriarch is the core and controller of the entire hive will and the core of all psychic connections.

As long as the Genestealer leader is killed, the hallucinations and cognitive distortions that shroud all Genestealers will temporarily disappear.
As they looked at their deformed bodies and recalled those crazy acts of blasphemy, they must have fallen into confusion.

The opportunity lies therein.

But after taking two steps, Munger discovered something was wrong.

Hmm? Weird? Why did the person in front stop before he even reached the Genestealer leader?
Why doesn't the Genestealer leader seem to have any intention of injecting corrupt genes?
Why are there fewer and fewer people in front of me?
Monger blinked in confusion.
As the number of people in front of it decreased, it gradually saw the things in front of it clearly.

In front of the crowd, in front of the Genestealer leader, was a huge pool.

The pool was filled with a smelly gray-yellow thick liquid, and from time to time a few bubbles filled with organic gas would pop out.
The crowd, bewitched by the psychic power, looked dazed and fell into the pool with peaceful expressions.
Their flesh, blood, skin, organs and bones began to decompose the moment they fell into the pool, turning into pure biomass concentrate and flowing into the pool.
Mengge held his breath and looked at the things in the pool with an expression of disbelief.
In the biomass pool, there was a terrifying figure crawling around that looked more like a swarm than a Genestealer and was even bigger.
The figure was stretching his four sharp blades in the pool.

(End of this chapter)