Lynn turned and walked out of Dominic's temporary residence. Only after closing the heavy metal door did his tense nerves relax slightly.
Dominic's reluctance to get involved in the plague was, for him, the best outcome.
Without the constraints of the Tithe Fleet, he could act freely and handle the plague in his own way.
Upon returning to the governor's mansion, Lynn immediately dismissed all the servants and led Rena into the governor's office.
In the center of the command room, a huge holographic map of the Brevis Prime Hive was projected.
On the map, dense red dots mark the locations of the infected, while black areas represent zones completely overrun by the plague.
The green dots represent the area of activity of the Plague Cleansing Cult.
Lynn walked up to the holographic map, his voice calm and utterly undisturbed:
"As the governor of Brevis, all I need to do is fulfill my responsibilities."
"The most important thing now is to gather three billion healthy soldiers and pay the Tithe on time."
He was never a saint; to him, Brevis was always just a tool for anchoring humanity.
If necessary, it can be abandoned entirely.
Rena stood beside him, her purple eyes gazing quietly at the holographic map, and softly asked, "How is the situation right now?"
"It's terrible," Lynn said succinctly.
" The Lower City originally had a population of about nine billion, but after this week of plague and chaos, nearly ten million have died."
"Of the remaining people, at least hundreds of millions have already been infected and are in the incubation period."
"The only group completely uncontaminated is the top 800 million people in the Lower City."
"I had already arranged for the Butcher to move them to a large, unused factory in Midtown for strict quarantine and control."
"That means we need to select at least 2.2 billion more healthy people," Rena said.
"That's right." Lynn nodded, tapping the holographic map lightly to zoom in on several areas of the Lower City.
"Furthermore, I've probed Dominic's side, and he's clearly not interested in the current situation in Lower City, and he's sent very few spies to monitor us."
"Since he doesn't want to get involved, then let's dance right under his nose."
"You mean..." A hint of understanding flashed in Rena's eyes.
"Expand the size of the Plague Cleansing Cult," Lynn said decisively.
"We are far from having enough manpower."
"I need more Genestealer, more Plague Cleansing Cult!"
"This is the only way to screen out all healthy people in a short time and control the spread of the epidemic."
"But the risk of Genestealer on a large scale is too great," Rena said with some concern.
"Once Dominic finds out, all our previous efforts will be in vain."
"I know." Lynn's eyes were unwavering.
"But these are extraordinary times, and we have to use extraordinary measures."
"As long as we're discreet enough, Dominic won't find out."
He had no interest in domestic matters such as the plague at the Underhive and sectarian disputes.
"And," Lynn added, "We just need to get through these few months."
"By the time we've collected enough Tithe, we can deal with the aftermath. I'm sure by then he'll be even less concerned about the situation in the Lower City."
Lynn was prepared to cede the Lower City; he knew that for a governor...
It is virtually impossible to completely stop a Nurgle plague.
Looking into Lynn's determined eyes, Rena nodded gently. "Okay, I'll listen to you."
"Initiate the ' Seeding ' plan immediately," Lynn ordered.
"Using the highest concentration of hormones, I will induce the birth of all Genestealer. I aim to expand the size of the Plague Cleansing Cult a hundredfold within three days."
"Good!"
At Rena's command, the Genestealer network hidden deep within the Lower City Brevis immediately sprang into action.
In the darkest, dirtiest sewers and abandoned factories of the Lower City, countless Genestealer larvae are smuggled out from artificial wombs in hidden lairs.
Genestealer reproduce through a combination of infection and reproduction, relying on the " Genestealer's Kiss " to infect humans and reproduce.
But that would rely on live animals, making them difficult to stockpile, and would also violate humanitarian principles.
Therefore, Lynn had Rena replicate a large number of artificial wombs, stockpiling a large number of Genestealer from various generations.
Rena personally formulated a potent hormone formula, which was injected into the artificial uterus to accelerate the development of the embryo.
Genestealer, who normally take years to mature, were transformed into adults in less than three days under the influence of hormones.
These Genestealer, induced by hormones, are smaller in size than their normal counterparts.
Their eyes were even more ferocious, yet their perception and fighting instincts remained undiminished.
Lynn focused on fostering the birth of the fourth generation of Genestealer Hybrid.
These fourth-generation hybrids are almost indistinguishable from ordinary humans in appearance. They possess full intelligence and language abilities, and even have powerful Psychic Power talents.
The best among them, known as the " Genestealer bishops," possess terrifying brainwashing abilities, making them ideal for "evangelizing" and developing followers.
Of course, this kind of forced growth also has fatal side effects.
These Genestealer, induced by hormones, especially fourth-generation hybrids, have their lifespans drastically shortened, sometimes to a maximum of just one year.
A year later, they will age rapidly and die due to genetic breakdown.
But Lynn didn't care.
To him, these Genestealer were merely tools.
As long as it helps him overcome the current crisis, sacrificing any number of tools is worthwhile.
In just one week, the number of Genestealer in the Lower City increased several dozen times.
The Plague Cleansing Cult sprang up like mushrooms after rain, expanding wildly in every corner of the Lower City.
Plague Cleansing Cult dressed in grey robes with purple markings and wearing masks began to appear on every street and in every slum of the Lower City.
Under the banner of "purifying the plague and saving the world," they distributed food and clean water to hungry civilians and provided "free treatment" to the sick.
Of course, the so-called "treatment" is just a screening process.
Genestealer have a natural sensitivity to corruption; they can easily tell whether a person is infected with the Nurgle plague.
Even if the other party is still in the incubation period and the symptoms are not obvious.
For healthy individuals, the Plague Cleansing Cult will recruit them as members and then transfer them in batches to safe quarantine areas.
For those already infected, the Plague Cleansing Cult would gently pronounce their death sentence.
"Your physical bodies have been abandoned by the God-Emperor, but your souls are still watched over by Him."
"Don't let your last vestige of purity be tainted."
"For the God-Emperor!"
These believers eventually gathered together almost voluntarily, accepting their abandonment, and followed the Genestealer into the deserted streets.
Even though they knew that what awaited them there was not healing, but the flames of redemption.
Countless infected individuals voluntarily gathered together and were subsequently incinerated by Promethium flames.
Flames raged in every corner of the Lower City, thick black smoke blotted out the sun, and the acrid smell of burning flesh lingered in the air.