My evil self is completely unable to exert its power in the Zerg.

All the insects' gazes were drawn to Su Tang as if by a magnet, fixed firmly on her body... and on that faintly visible "leg ring".

The only sounds in the air were heavy breathing and the frantic pounding of the heart.

Several believers froze instantly, as if under Medusa's spell.

Su Tang was completely unaware of all of this.

He only saw the believers' momentary "dull" gazes, and immediately raised his tail triumphantly... The little tail hook was restrained and could not be raised.

But this did not diminish Su Tang's pride.

See? Su Tang, the Great Demon King, has such a strong villainous aura!

Even these devout believers were awestruck by him!

Of course, Su Tang also knew that the success of this strategy was inseparable from the "holy robes" distributed by the church.

It seems these guys have a high level of trust in their uniforms, making their tactics extremely effective.

The first step of the corruption plan—deception—has succeeded!

Su Tang's confidence soared. She cleared her throat and tried her best to imitate the ethereal voice of the church choirs she had seen before:

"Dear believers, may the Father's love, like this warm sunshine, fill your hearts."

As the little male insect spoke, he found the stone bench closest to them, carefully sat down, and placed the heavy holy book on his knees, "I'm the new monk, Sweetie..."

He was afraid of accidentally stepping on his own little tail, so he moved very little and very gently, and his posture was surprisingly "dignified".

The believers' gazes followed Su Tang's movements, landing on his knees pressed together, and on the side of his thighs, which were hidden by his skirt but taut due to his sitting posture, making the outline of his "leg ring" even more distinct...

Gudong.

Youchong swallowed hard.

Completely oblivious, Su Tang launched into his confident "preaching" 2.0 – Su Tang's nonsensical version:

"The scriptures teach us to be grateful and embrace the beauty of life. This beauty lies not only in reverence for the Father, but also in... well... the pursuit of our own happiness!"

Su Tang immediately started to subtly suggest her own ideas, "For example, enjoying a delicious meal, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin, and having... um... a moment of blissful indulgence that makes you feel happy and relaxed!"

His gaze swept over his own dress, which was much more ornate than that of an ordinary monk, with many personal touches added to it, trying to subtly instill "hedonism" and "egocentrism".

Believers: "..."

The believers only heard the little male insect slightly part its cherry lips, seemingly muttering something.

The insects didn't care about the specific details; their eyes were practically glued to the screen.

What is happiness? What is wonderful? This is truly happiness, this is truly wonderful!

If only we could get them a little closer, just a little closer! Let them smell the scent of those insect-attracting creatures!

Or... or perhaps we should look at that faintly visible... what exactly is it...?

"So, true piety is not asceticism!" Su Tang got more and more excited as he spoke, completely unaware that the female insects were practically sticking to him.

"True piety is... well... serving the Father while also making yourself happy and comfortable! Learn to please yourself! Understand?" The little male was incredibly swelled up, feeling like a master of brainwashing in a pyramid scheme. "The Father gave us life, not so that we would suffer!"

He tried to package "selfishness" as "cherishing life," but he never thought that there was no doctrine of hard work and perseverance in the Origin Sect. Although they looked somewhat similar to the "Blue Star Catholicism" in Su Tang's mind, their doctrines were completely different.

The core tenet of the Origin Cult is only one: "God is the origin of all things, and all things are dedicated to our Lord." Even the preferential treatment given to male insects is because, in the Origin Cult, male insects are regarded as messengers of God, and their status can be said to be second only to God and above all other insects.

Su Tang couldn't understand the ancient insect language in the holy book, so she naturally didn't know that this sect was just a bunch of male insect brains. As long as he didn't openly curse God, whatever he said was right.

After the young male finished his impassioned speech, he looked around at the few believers who were "stunned" and "as if their souls had left their bodies," and inside his heart, he was already holding a victory celebration:

"Hehehe, see that! How brilliant my new theory is! They're all dumbfounded! The intellectual shock is too great! Their souls have been baptized! The corruption progress bar must be skyrocketing! System! Quick! Record this historic moment for me!"

system:【……】

[The system does not have a camera function. Please use the AI ​​to take photos.]

Su Tang maintained a forced "holy" smile on her face, but inwardly she was scoffing: "Foolish believers, savor this Su-style maxim that 'selfishness is a virtue'! Once you've tasted its sweetness, your souls will be irreversibly corrupted! Hehehe..."

"Evil points... they might have already increased a lot! System, show me the evil points I've gained! System? Something bad?"

Su Tang wanted to let this wicked thing see if it had received any evil points, in order to prove that his plan was foolproof. Unfortunately, no matter how much he called out in his mind, the system that had just been arguing with him did not respond at all.

This nasty thing seemed to have evaporated; even Su Tang couldn't open the system interface to take a look.

Su Tang was worried that the system had malfunctioned when she suddenly heard a voice:

"Gelahead, what are you doing?"

The voice rang out at the entrance of the garden, clear and sharp, like an ice spring striking a jade wall, carrying a hint of suppressed disbelief.

All the insects' eyes were instantly drawn to it.

A tall figure stood against the light.

He wore a pure white bishop's robe, but the style was more solemn and magnificent than that of an ordinary bishop. The collar, cuffs and front were embroidered with intricate golden holy symbols, which shone brightly in the sunlight, highlighting his exalted status.

Her short, golden hair, as dazzling as flowing sunlight, was slightly messy, with a few stray strands falling beside her perfectly sculpted and aloof face.

His eyes were an extremely deep, pure blue, like the deep sea containing starlight, and at this moment he was looking at Glahead with scrutiny and doubt.

The tall female insect was frantically trying to shut down the AI's camera feed by instinct, while holding a plate in her other hand.

He had obviously left for a moment to get Su Tang her dessert for the day. When he returned, he found the little male insect giving a speech, so he couldn't resist secretly opening the smart device and filming it.

This embarrassing out-of-character behavior was caught by his older brother.

Glahad's ears were slightly red. Fortunately, he was taller than the other female insects, so he wasn't easily seen, and the followers didn't dare to stare at their commander's face casually.

"You've mistaken me, Brother Michael. I'm currently attending to Lady Sweetie..." Glahad regained his upright and holy appearance, his eyes, covered by a white silk scarf, looked in Su Tang's direction. "Please come with me."

As the two insects entered the garden, the believers, who had been engrossed in Su Tang's speech, finally came to their senses and bowed to the two insects:

"Good day, Chief Judge/Holy Knight Commander."

"Brother Michael, please allow me to introduce you: This is the newly converted Lady Sweetie." Glahad casually placed the dessert beside the stone bench and solemnly introduced Su Tang, "Lady Sweetie, this is Michael Norman, also His Holiness the Pope's adopted son, my brother."

"At the same time, he is also the archbishop of my church, serving as the chief judge."

Archbishop? Chief Judge?

Su Tang jumped up from the stone bench with a start, her tail hurting from being pulled so tight. Her eyes immediately filled with tears, but the little male insect still bravely stretched out his hand: "Hello, I am a new member of the cult. My name is Tian Tian."

Michael Norman, of the bloodline of the God of Light, the Morpho Butterfly.

Many people refer to him as the Archbishop of the Origin Church, the Chief Inquisitor, the most noble adopted son of the Norman Holy See, the future Pope, and so on.

In short, he was known for his impartiality, ruthlessness, and almost harsh adherence to doctrine.

Michael had just finished dealing with a thorny case involving corruption and returned to the sanctuary with a lingering chilling aura. He immediately sensed the unusually active, almost boiling, spiritual energy fluctuations of the female insects in the area, as well as that...

The deadly, pure male hormone nearly caused his butterfly wings to uncontrollably unfold.

Male?

Unlike ordinary female insects, Michael has never had any special senses towards male insects.

Even though he followed the doctrine of male supremacy like other believers, he despised male insects themselves.

As the archbishop of the Origin Cult, Michael had come into contact with many male insects during his remote preaching by the AI, and even accompanied his father to participate in a preaching course specifically for male insects.

He had encountered at least 20 to 30 male insects, but regardless, Michael had only one thought about them:

The male insect is nothing but a creation of my Lord, a precious piece of glass, exquisite yet useless, and easily broken.

Raphael had warned him of his arrogance more than once, but... so what? As Pope Raphael himself, didn't he also look down on male insects? Michael wasn't stupid; he could naturally see the arrogance beneath his father's gentle face, an arrogance identical to his own.

That's the arrogance of the strong.

Male insects are nothing more than delicate flowers, precious ants. As the stronger one, his job is to protect these valuable resources; as for caring for their fragile hearts, that's not within his scope of consideration…

Michael's magnificent white bishop's robes still carried a trace of lingering blood.

His perfectly sculpted face, as if carved from ice and snow, was taut, and a storm raged in the depths of his deep blue eyes. His gaze was fixed on the little thing that had awkwardly stood up, wearing the pure white robes of a male insect, with "decorations" wrapped around its legs, and exuding a deadly allure...

That little thing! It actually! Was wearing…wearing that damned, sculpting robe that accentuated its slender waist and hips…a holy robe!

Sitting among a group of believers whose eyes seemed to want to devour him alive!

Doesn't this little thing know how dangerous its actions are?!

No, he had no idea that what happened next would cause such indelible and terrifying damage to the young mind of a delicate male insect!

Michael felt his sanity snap, and his icy voice, laced with barely suppressed rage and a hint of panic he himself wasn't aware of, cried out: "Absurd! This is utterly outrageous!"

He grabbed the little creature's outstretched hand, pulled the insect into his arms, and carried the male insect away.

Glahead: "?"

Believers: "?"

Su Tang... Su Tang was so scared that she didn't dare to move.

Oh no, this judge, he... he might have discovered that he is a little devil!

In the main hall of the sanctuary, Su Tang slumped onto the carpet, trembling. Her little tail hook was so taut with fear that it accidentally tore through her stocking.

Raphael sat upon the throne, his smile still bearing that compassionate and all-encompassing expression, his gentle emerald eyes fixed on Michael: "Your Honor, what has angered you so?"

"What is it?!" Michael's deep blue eyes almost spit fire, his fingertips trembling slightly beneath his wide robes. He then pointed at Su Tang. "Holy Seat! Look at him! A novice monk! Wearing holy robes... yet... yet..."

Michael's gaze was almost tangible, piercing Su Tang's legs, which were outlined by her skirt. There, the silhouette of the leg ring and garter belt seemed like a silent provocation to him!

"To wear such...such...undignified, worldly-tempting ornaments! This is simply an inappropriate test for the faithful of the church! It is even more..."

Michael took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the terrifying urge to rush over and tear apart that unsightly skirt to see what was underneath. He forced out the words through clenched teeth, "...and it's extremely irresponsible for his own safety! Such 'exquisite yet useless' glass, exposed...exposed to so many eyes, could easily attract unnecessary covetousness and harm!"

"Holy See! I strongly recommend that his apprenticeship be revoked immediately and that he be placed under strict protection... no, under strict supervision!"

Michael unleashed a torrent of angry words, every sentence expressing the inviolability of religious rules and his dissatisfaction with Su Tang's behavior.

That male insect is... damn it! Don't think he didn't see what's under his leg rings! Why is it wrapped around his leg! Take it off! No, it should be released, not allowed to be seen by other insects! There's no other way... there's no other way...

In short, this male was far too promiscuous! Shameless and utterly disregarding his own safety!

Raphael's smile remained unchanged, as if Michael were merely stating that the weather was nice today.

His emerald green eyes gently swept over Su Tang, naturally noticing the faint outline beneath her skirt.

Raphael's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Michael.

The Pope's voice was like a warm breeze blowing across ice, carrying a strange, comforting power: "My child, your piety and adherence to the rules will surely please the Holy Father. However, sometimes we should not be too attached to appearances when looking at things."

He slowly approached Su Tang, his pure white robe sleeves brushing against the carpet, bringing a delicate fragrance.

"Look," Raphael stopped in front of Su Tang, leaned down slightly, and naturally placed his hand on the back of Su Tang's hand holding the Holy Scripture, while cleverly using his body to block Michael's gaze that was almost burning through his skirt.

His emerald eyes, like the deepest lakes, reflected Su Tang's face, which was filled with nervousness and "innocence." "Sweetheart's heart is as pure as this holy robe. As for the 'decoration' you mentioned..."

"Perhaps it is a unique mark bestowed upon him by the Father, an innate and inseparable part of him? We should accept it with an inclusive heart, rather than judging it with worldly eyes. The solemnity of the church lies in inner reverence, not in outward rigidity. What is wrong with letting him feel the omnipresent love of the Father here?"