The Believer Clone's eyes bulged, his mind filled with all sorts of chaotic and bizarre sounds; he felt like his head was about to explode.
To his utter surprise, when he said he wanted to hear it, the Preacher actually did so.
He involuntarily knelt on the ground, his hands supporting him, feeling as if something was growing out of his body.
Due to the shared sensation from multiple devices, a chorus of groans suddenly filled the Local Area Network.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Mommy! My head is about to split open!"
"Can't you just take things seriously? No zuo no die!"
"My teammates are such bad teammates, they always make the game harder. I'm fed up with you guys."
"..."
The Believer Clone grumbled, "Who knew he'd be so generous? I told him I'd listen, and he did!"
He's even starting to doubt whether the Preacher is really his son.
Qin Ze frowned slightly.
The golden dragon roared in the Spiritual Sea of Consciousness, instantly calming the turbulent Spiritual Sea of Consciousness and silencing the whispers. Divine power, transmitted through the Local Area Network, removed the negative buffs from the clones.
However, fearing he might alert the enemy, he deliberately ignored the Believer Clone.
Fortunately, at the crucial moment, the strange voice in the clone's mind finally disappeared.
The Preacher waved his cane, and all the strange phenomena in the painting returned to normal.
The Believer Clone's clothes were soaked with sweat, and he was breathing heavily, like a fish that had come ashore.
He breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling alive again.
The Believer Clone looked at the painting on the floor again.
The gray mist ceased to surge, and the red eyes vanished.
But whether it was his imagination or not, he felt that the huge figure in the gray mist had gotten closer, as if it might step out of the painting at any moment.
"How about it?"
"Did you hear the Lord's holy voice?"
The Preacher, leaning on his cane, stood smiling in front of the eggshell, watching the clone.
The clone, knowing the answer already, feigned confusion.
"Why are you perfectly fine, but I feel like I'm about to die?"
The Preacher patiently explained, "Your abilities are not yet sufficient."
"But don't rush."
"When our Lord descends and personally brands you, you will be able to hear the sacred sounds without harm, just like me."
The clone couldn't help but grin slightly.
The Preacher really wanted to develop him further.
The clone looked at the thick gray fog in the painting and asked curiously, "What is that fog?"
The fog that seemed about to burst forth gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, a feeling far greater than that caused by "the Lord".
The Preacher turned to look at the painting and said calmly, "That's the Divine Domain."
Upon hearing this, the clone thought to himself, "You're kidding me, aren't you? What kind of god would stay in a place like the underworld for no reason?"
The Preacher turned to the clone again, his expression suddenly becoming somewhat complicated.
"After tonight, the rest of the preaching work in this world will be yours."
"As night falls, the believers in the city will gradually gather here."
"At that time, I will show you how to be a qualified Preacher."
The clone was stunned for a moment.
Why does the other person's voice sound like they're entrusting their children to someone on their deathbed?
And it seems they intend to groom him into a new Preacher.
My mind was filled with excitement.
Are you going to have your own pseudonym now?
"So what if we don't have Qin Dog's Soul Orb?"
"Even ordinary clones can rise above others through their own efforts!"
The Believer Clone delivered a passionate speech on the Local Area Network, immediately attracting a large following of followers from various groups.
"Well said!"
"Even a clone's life is a life!"
"We want equality, we want freedom!"
"Damn it! Let's rebel against this bastard Qin Ze!"
"..."
Qin Ze's face darkened upon hearing this.
Why are you talking so much?
Have you finished everything I asked you to do?
"If you don't want to do it, throw yourself in the furnace and start over. If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people in two places to do it."
Qin Ze is now laying eggs that are almost level four every day, which are of much higher quality than the old ones.
He wouldn't mind sending all the old guys to the Self-Destruct Squad.
The clones, though outwardly disingenuous, continued their inspections of each factory while grumbling and cursing.
Qin Ze said calmly, "Ask yourselves honestly, when have I ever mistreated any of you?"
"As long as you put in the hard work, you'll get an S-Rank Soul Orb sooner or later."
"Remember, a tower wasn't built in a day."
"If you all slack off, I won't be able to lead you cattle and horses to heaven."
The clones. "..."
Qin Ze said to his Believer Clone, "Ask the old man what he means, and try to get as much useful information out of him."
If you pull this off, you'll be the MVP.
The Believer Clone simply couldn't resist this fragrant and large pancake.
Suppressing his joy, he asked, bewildered, "I don't understand what you're saying."
The Preacher smiled slightly, "You'll understand soon enough."
"No matter when, no matter what happens, you must remember to never forget your loyalty to the Lord."
The Believer Clone immediately straightened his back, pressed his hands tightly against his trouser seam, puffed out his chest, raised his head, and shouted loudly:
"Loyalty!"
Snow City is now under complete lockdown.
You can see people in gray coats patrolling back and forth on every street.
They would carefully check any suspicious individuals who appeared to be hurrying by.
If the other person's mental state is even slightly off, they will be immediately taken away.
A group of three people in gray overcoats were patrolling the street as usual.
It's rare to have a sunny day like this, and the sun makes my skin feel warm and cozy.
The man in the gray coat in the middle complained, "We still have to work overtime patrolling the streets on such a beautiful day."
"That damned alien Preacher! I've found him; I'll tear him to pieces!"
The person behind echoed, "The holiday is ruined again."
The person in front suddenly stopped, and the people behind bumped into their backs without warning.
Why aren't you leaving?
The man slowly turned around; his eyes were as black as ink.
The two men in gray coats behind him noticed something amiss and immediately took out standard chain Martial Artifact, clamping him down on either side in an attempt to subdue him.
The egg in the Spiritual Sea of Consciousness, filled with cracks, shattered completely at this moment.
Several black tentacles emerged from the Spiritual Sea of Consciousness and inserted themselves into the brains of the two men in gray coats.
Before they could even make a move, they stood frozen in place like motionless Puppet.
The man with black eyes and a gray coat said in a deep voice, "May my lord protect you."
The two then said, "May our Lord protect us."
Immediately afterward, their eyes cleared, and they continued their patrol.
If Qin Ze were to see this scene, he would be incredibly surprised.
Corruption is evolving.
Even in its black egg state, the host will not reveal any clues.
A clump of black mud appeared beneath the feet of the man with the black eyes and gray coat.
He immediately disappeared into it.
No trace was left at the scene.
Only two gray coats remained, patrolling the street, seemingly oblivious to what had happened.