After returning to the Holy City.
Medusa began arranging her evolution.
In an instant, the entire Snake-People Tribe was on edge, hearing danger in every gust of wind and cry of a crane, and security tightened.
Even the Eight Chiefs gathered in the Holy City from their respective tribes, each guarding a different part of the city.
Numerous Snake-People guards at the Da Dou Shi and Dou Ling levels patrolled the walls and streets with sharp eyes. At the slightest sign of anything unusual, they would strike without hesitation.
For a time, every household in the city shut its doors, every shop closed, and the streets were utterly deserted.
Though the ordinary Snake-People did not know what had happened, they willingly obeyed every order issued by the Temple.
For this was the will of their supreme sovereign!
"Will this really be all right? What if..."
"There is no what if! The Queen's blessings reach the heavens. She will surely succeed!"
"Exactly! Have faith in the Queen!"
"Heh, I've already thought through how we should proceed once the Queen succeeds, so our tribe can leave this damned desert and our people can live normal lives."
Somewhere in the southeast, Mo Bass, who was stationed there, gazed toward a certain part of the city with profound worry in his eyes.
But before he could finish speaking, the voices of Yue Mei, Yan Ci, and Yin Shi sounded in his ears.
Listening to their voice transmissions.
Mo Bass smiled bitterly.
He could hardly be blamed for being so pessimistic. That secret technique was simply too dangerous—even calling it a one-in-ten chance of survival was generous.
How could he not want the Queen to succeed?
But the price of failure was far too great, so great that their Snake-People Tribe could not bear it.