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

Not only the plaza, but the StarNet live streaming room also completely crashed!

The comment section was completely blank, not because no insects were speaking, but because the purity of the male insect essence was enough to paralyze the entire server.

Countless Zerg viewers in front of their screens felt the pure and domineering male insect hormone surge that crossed galaxies, falling into a brief state of speechlessness and uncontrollable physiological reactions.

miracle!

This is an undeniable miracle!

Holy Son Su Tang! Well deserved!

Until the live stream ended, the live stream room showed that it was temporarily closed, and a few scattered comments appeared on the dark screen. This was because the viewers had a high tolerance and a healthy mental state, so they were able to wake up from the male hormones and send a few comments.

As for the vast majority of ordinary insectoids, most female insectoids never see a live male insectoid in their entire lives, let alone such pure male insectoid essence.

They were all so engrossed in pleasure that they could not extricate themselves.

On the altar, Su Tang was completely dumbfounded.

He saw Raphael say a few encouraging words to the insects, and then... the scene exploded?

Su Tang felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at the believers below, who were screaming and crying as if they were having an epileptic seizure.

Are these... these are the followers of the Origin Cult? These people are just like fanatical celebrity worshippers.

No, they're less like die-hard fans and more like they're high on drugs; they have absolutely no control over their behavior.

Don't think Su Tang didn't see it; just now, two believers who were standing relatively close to the altar had water dripping from the hem of their long robes!

He was clearly urinating in public without any sense of decency, and was then dragged away by the paladins guarding the altar...

To behave so undignifiedly on such an important occasion!

Is this sect really not some kind of cult...?

Even much later, Su Tang still felt a chill when she recalled those frenzied faces in the audience.

Su Tang simply didn't have a brain, so he only remembered these strange behaviors without giving them much thought, nor was he allowed to.

With a brain the size of a bird, Su Tang's attention was quickly drawn to other things, and he put aside the unusual things he didn't want to think about.

"Remember your mission, Holy Son." The spellcaster appeared, interrupting the little male insect's thoughts.

Raphael's deep, magnetic voice rang in Su Tang's ears, carrying a bewitching power. Although he was standing right next to Michael, it seemed only Su Tang could hear it:

"Spread your 'doctrine' and let this glory shine even further."

It was like a sudden awakening!

Su Tang's brain, which had been frozen in shock, instantly rebooted!

Yup!

Why bother doing so much!

Wouldn't a cult be better? He's the main villain; his original intention was to turn the holy religion into a cult.

And he is now the Holy Son!

Isn't this the highest position he's been dreaming of in his corruption plan?

Could there be a better opportunity than to distort the doctrines and seize the chance to turn the Origin Church into their own possession?!

This is like a perfect pillow for someone who's sleepy!

The villain's ambition instantly dispelled his previous confusion and panic.

The little male insect's amber eyes shone brightly behind the thin veil, sparkling with excitement!

He no longer resisted Raphael holding his raised hand; instead, he subconsciously straightened his back, trying to make himself look more dignified as the "holy son."

The little male cleared his throat and delivered his inaugural address, which he had prepared all night: "People of the Father! Listen to me! The meaning of life lies in pleasure..."

However, zero insects were concerned about His Holiness the Holy Son's speech.

His childish voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz in this storm of noise, and was instantly swallowed up without a trace.

Raphael withdrew his hand at the opportune moment and took a half step back, leaving the center of the stage entirely to Su Tang.

Watching the little snacks chattering away on the altar after being put down by Michael, a deep meaning flashed in His Holiness the Pope's emerald eyes, as if he were looking at a canary that had finally stepped into a magnificent cage.

However, this cage cannot confine this lively and active little sparrow.

Don't let me down, Michael...

……

Michael had known about the festival for a long time; in fact, he had been in charge of organizing it ever since his father gave the order.

"Michael, shall I betroth you to Princess Sweetie?"

During the conversation, Raphael suddenly uttered these words.

Sweet?

The little male insect that his dull-witted female brother brought back, who looked both cowardly and stupid?

To be fair, Michael was not willing to be tied to a male insect.

What is a male insect? It is a precious resource, a fragile vase that needs careful protection, and a tool to soothe the female insect's mind!

They are fragile, delicate, and naive...

He, Michael Norman, the sharpest sword of the Sanctuary, the judge who vindicates darkness, has long since dedicated his body and soul to the supreme cause of the Sanctuary!

His destiny should be the cold courtroom, endless battles, and ultimately inheriting the papacy, leading the Holy See to new glory!

Instead of becoming a "guardian" of a young male insect and playing that boring game of make-believe with him! That would be an utter disgrace!

Why has Raphael gone mad lately? Could it be that he's also been bewitched by that brat who can't control his male hormones and is constantly getting aroused?

And she even "married" him off?

But Michael knew that Raphael's words were not a casual joke, nor a question, but a notification, an order.

His male parent, though always smiling, was by no means a gentle insect. Michael had grown up beside him since childhood, and over the past century, he had witnessed much darkness and knew all too well that he could not disobey any of the Pope's words.

"Let's announce this good news at the festival."

"Everything is left to the Holy See to decide."

That's what he said at the time.

However, on the day of the festival, Michael did not wear the archbishop's robes required for the ceremony. Instead, he wore the silver fitted armor exclusive to the chief justice of the church, which outlined his sharp lines of broad shoulders and narrow waist.

His short, golden hair was meticulously combed, revealing his icy, frosty profile.

Michael lowered his head, his sharp eyebrows furrowed tightly, his thin lips pressed into a straight line without any curve, and his whole body exuded a low pressure that kept insects at bay.

He knew in his heart that this attire was merely a weak act of resistance against his father's tyranny, and that even if the Holy See saw it, he wouldn't take it seriously at all...

No, he wouldn't care at all what he wore to the festival.

Michael knew very well that all the adopted sons were pawns chosen by the Norman Holy See from the side branches, and he was merely the most useful one.

I want... I really want to sit in that position...

Soon, as long as he can become Pope... Michael clenched his fist.

However, the thunderous shouts of "Holy Son" were like the most piercing noise assaulting his eardrums.

Holy Son?

Holy Son!

This ceremony was actually the investiture ceremony of the Holy Son!

Raphael chose that male insect as his holy son, which means...

Sure enough, his father's unquestionable declaration of marriage was like the heaviest shackles, slamming hard on his pride!

As expected of His Holiness the Pope, a man of great wisdom and cunning; what a brilliant scheme.

The Origin Cult, also known as the Insect God Cult, has its core clergy members who are called "Insect God Messengers."

Two thousand years ago, the rebels provoked a war between the two clans. In order to protect the precious male insect, the Origin Cult suffered countless casualties, and the Butterfly Clan was also severely weakened.

Two hundred years ago, Raphael Norman appeared out of nowhere. As a direct descendant of the butterfly clan, Raphael Norman was unknown before becoming pope. This green-shelled butterfly was able to inherit the papacy because the adult direct descendants gradually weakened, and in the end, only Raphael Norman remained.

The papacy of the Origin Church is hereditary, and Raphael was long past the age to abdicate, but he remained in power for two hundred years because he refused to have an heir.

More than a hundred years ago, in order to silence the gossips of the Butterfly Clan elders, Raphael adopted several children from a collateral branch, one of whom was Michael.

As the most outstanding of the adopted sons, Michael originally thought that Raphael would pass the papacy to him, but he never expected that Su Tang would suddenly appear out of nowhere!

No, it should be said that Raphael had planned this all along.

Michael didn't know at first that this "Sweet Lady" was the "Su Tang Lady" that his father had asked him to keep an eye on. It wasn't until Raphael announced the Holy Son's name that he suddenly realized.

In Origin Christianity, the papacy is passed down from father to son and then from son to grandson, but there is one exception: it is passed to the son-in-law.

If the male insect is the successor to the pope, and the male insect also holds a clergy position in the church, then the position of pope can naturally be held by the male insect.

After all, compared to the butterfly race that acts as deities, the male insects are the true messengers of the insect god.

How could any male insect be willing to mate with a female insect? Male insects are unwilling to even take up priesthood, let alone the troublesome Pope.

Therefore, Michael did not initially think in this direction.

When Raphael asked him if he would marry Lady Sweetie, Michael simply assumed that his father wanted to use this male insect to keep him...

Unexpectedly, this old fox had planned everything all along.

He will pass the papacy to His Excellency the Insect, ha, and then the Holy See will continue to sit securely on its throne, controlling everything from behind the scenes.

As for this little male insect, it was naturally his most useful puppet.

Don't spout nonsense about male insects being in charge; male insects just hide under the wings of female insects.

They enjoy meticulous care and indulgence, squandering the gifts they were born with, and even being stingy with those gifts.

Michael has seen countless female insects commit suicide due to the collapse of their spiritual sea over the past century.

The main reason why the sanctuary has been passed down to this day is that it has replaced the male insect as a tool to soothe the spiritual problems of the female insect.

However, being female insects themselves, these priests could only offer verbal guidance or use the butterfly race's unique spiritual power to share some of the burden.

Over the years, many clergy have also suffered mental breakdowns because they were unable to save their believers.

What is an impossible task for female clerics can be easily accomplished by males.

Solving the problem of the spiritual sea is also about the papacy...

Michael's hands, hanging by his sides, were clenched into fists, the hard metal finger guards digging deep into his palms, bringing a sharp pain, but unable to suppress the anger and humiliation in his heart.

Deep within his dark blue pupils, a raging fire burned fiercely, almost piercing through the icy facade.

however……

Just as his mind was churning with condemnation, contempt, and anger, Raphael shoved the male insect into his arms.

She tucked it into his arms...

In my arms...

Michael stiffly held the male insect's soft, bouncy scrotum, squeezed it, and then stiffened even more after realizing what he had done.

Then, no one knows what Raphael said, but a huge, pure, and domineering male insect essence swept across the entire square!

Michael's body trembled violently!

That feeling... was irresistible...

Like the most primal summons, it acted directly on the deepest part of his bloodline!

That force ignored his proud mental barrier and his cold, solid armor, and like the hottest magma, instantly poured into his dormant spiritual sea.

boom--!

It felt like something exploded in my mind!

"Ugh!" A muffled groan, barely suppressed, escaped from his throat.

Do not!

That's not right!

This damn male hormone... how could this be...?

Michael began to shake violently...

No, it was his imagination. He was still standing perfectly fine on the altar, steadily supporting the noble buttocks of the male insect with one hand...

Michael stared intently at the hazy white veil in front of him, as if trying to pierce through it.

Damn, his perception was forcibly boosted to its limit amidst the raging storm of male insect hormones!

He could clearly feel a soft, warm tail on his arm, which was unconsciously wriggling due to the insect's excitement or tension.

Male insect...

Tail hook...

Michael's mind went completely blank for a moment.

All the anger, all the humiliation...

At this moment, it was utterly shattered.

For the first time, a crack called "wavering" appeared in the deep blue pupils.

The male insect's stinger is rubbing against him!

Damn it, who is he going after!

At such a sacred moment, in front of all these people, even on the altar!

In the brief moment of Michael's mental blank, he even thought of what to name the child.

After the ceremony, Michael left with the "Holy Son," stopping a few steps away from Su Tang as they walked down the corridor.

The female insect stood upright, like a drawn sword, its cold pupils falling on Su Tang without any warmth.

"Your Highness, Holy Son."

Michael's voice rang out, as if reading a cold official document, "Regarding the marriage decree announced by His Holiness the Pope."

"What?" Su Tang was still immersed in the speech she had just received, her face flushed, clearly lost in her own world, and hadn't heard Michael's words at all. "What did you say, wontons?"

Michael: "..."

"engagement."

"I will carry it out." He uttered four words, clear and cold, without any emotional fluctuation. "This is His Holiness the Pope's decree, and also the will of the Holy Father."

"Oh……"

Su Tang blinked, a little confused. Did he have any other choice? Why did he specifically bring this up?

"But," Michael's voice suddenly turned cold, like an icicle piercing to the bone, "I hope you understand one thing."

He stepped forward, and the imposing presence of his tall figure made Su Tang's tail twitch involuntarily.

"This is merely a duty. A duty entrusted to me by the Holy See."

Michael's deep blue eyes were fixed on Su Tang, devoid of any warmth, only a cold, businesslike detachment. "I, Michael Norman, have long since dedicated myself to the judgment and protection duties of the Holy Church. This marriage will not change that, nor will it change my view of you."