Bang-
Lynn slammed him against the wall, stared into his eyes, and said:
"How did you spread them? This is your last chance."
The Flesh Cultist tilted his neck back in agony. His chest heaved as he struggled for air, and his face began to contort.
"The city's sewage pipes, water treatment plants, and hospitals. Once we send the infected out, the worms control them and make them seek out more hosts."
His blood-drenched hand suddenly clamped onto the tentacle Lynn was using to restrain him.
"This city will soon become a breeding ground for those parasites. Before long, everyone in the city will be infected, and they'll soon carry these worms all over the world... even if you want to stop it... it's already..."
Crack-
Lynn snapped his neck and hurled his corpse aside.
"We still came too late," Zuo Zuo said worriedly.
Lynn raised his head. "We actually expected this all along. We were just clinging to the hope that we could stop them before it happened. But events never unfold according to any one person's wishes."
Lynn felt neither sadness nor discouragement.
For someone like him, such emotions had never been part of his vocabulary.
The situation was grim, but it was still far from hopeless.
Lynn quickly searched the corpse. Soon, he found a notebook of experimental records and began leafing through it. The more he read, the deeper his brow furrowed.
"But we succeeded at one thing, at least, didn't we?"
Lynn narrowed his eyes and closed the notebook.
"There are plenty of interesting things recorded here. They seem to be using methods provided by the Flesh God Cult to test some kind of catalyst that accelerates the Insect Swarm's reproduction, conducting all sorts of human experiments here. And if there's a way to speed