Once the gu fetuses matured and burst out of their hosts, they would become "Holy Sons."
Holy Sons would not cry, grow hungry, or feel fear.
They possessed Eerie traits from birth.
They could devour living people's memories, mimic their voices and faces, and move freely through the apocalypse.
They were even harder to deal with than the lowest-level Eerie.
One or two would be manageable, but what about three thousand?
Yang Yong's heart lurched when he heard this.
Three thousand.
They called it the "Three Thousand Holy Sons Plan."
Three thousand human lives in exchange for three thousand Eerie Infants.
Once these Eerie Infants matured, they would occupy multiple nearby Eerie Domains that had already been secretly prepared, linking these domains into lines, then weaving them into a network.
An Eerie Domain Nest.
When that happened, there would be no need for a Boundary-Breaking Passage!
Nor would they need some powerful Eerie to forcibly tear space apart!
These Eerie Domain Nests themselves would become one enormous anchor, pulling that so-called "Holy Lord" over from the other side.
The more Yang Yong heard, the more alarmed he became.
He had thought that, with Mechanical City having shattered the Eerie Domain passage, the Eerie Domain Realm would be unable to launch a large-scale invasion anytime soon.
He had never expected traitors to emerge among humans themselves.
These members of the "Holy Clan" were using living people as fuel and flesh and blood as a bridge to invite their master out of hell.
"How many of you are there?" Yang Yong asked.
"Three thousand... three thousand believers..."
"Where is your headquarters?"
"It's... it's..."
The burly man suddenly stopped.
His face began contorting violently, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and a clunking sound came from his throat.
Then his entire body sprang off