The next morning, countless underhive residents formed a long, unbroken tide of people, crammed into the narrow roads as far as the eye could see.
Genestealer guards lurked among the crowd, secretly watching anyone who tried to leave the line.
The bishop stood at the very front of the procession, looking down at everyone from atop a towering vehicle.
"Devout people, once you reach District One, you will receive true baptism."
"There, you will shed the unclean parts of yourselves and gain new life."
"You will become one with us. No more hunger, no more fear, no more pain!"
"Pray devoutly to the Four-Armed Emperor!"
The sermon, laced with the Voice of Temptation, rang out and stirred the emotions of this vast procession.
Even those who had joined merely for food could not help having a spark of faith kindled within them.
Looking at the boiling, clamorous crowd, a thought inexplicably surfaced in Zhou Yun's mind: What a fine batch of plump biomass.
He calmed himself and began considering the suspicious points surrounding the Genestealers.
Why were they expanding so urgently?
Why did the patriarch have to personally inject the corruptive genes?
Why did everyone have to receive corruption in District One?
Urgent expansion was still understandable, but the patriarch personally carrying out the corruption and everyone being corrupted in District One were highly suspicious.
This clearly carried enormous risks. Monger and he had slipped in, and they even planned to assassinate the patriarch through Monger.
What could possibly require that cautious Hellworm to take such a risk?
Did the patriarch really have to do it personally?
Zhou Yun could not help but grow suspicious.
"What did you go see my brother for last night?"
Monger quietly moved closer to Zhou Yun and asked.
Jeanne, who was following beside Zhou