Gudu, gudu.

Inside the cave, a sound like drinking water echoed.

The narrow duct writhed, expanded, and contracted continuously. The stout man standing on the rock trembled wildly, his eyes rolling upwards, filled with bloodshot veins.

"Singer? What's wrong, Singer?"

Another skinny man above the cliff lay prone on the grass, the beam of his flashlight shaking, only able to see the stout man's raised shoulders and back, "Did you find her?"

A terrible silence lasted for several seconds. Just as the skinny man above the cliff, his heart pounding, cautiously drew his pistol, preparing to jump down,

A long, relieved sigh came from below.

"Huu..."

The stout man's eyes returned to normal, his raised shoulders slumped, and he retreated a few steps, showing his companion above a smile, "I'm fine."

"...What was wrong with you just now?" The skinny man didn't move, licking his dry lips. "Didn't you say you found her?"

"I was mistaken."

The stout man said lightly, "There was a piece of her clothing in the cave. She must have been here, but she's gone now.

There was a snake on my instep just now, and I didn't dare move. Now the snake has crawled away."

"Oh, then hurry up and come up."

The skinny man shone his flashlight below, lowering his guard, "It's flatter over there, go that way."

"Okay."

The skinny man watched his companion walk out of the cave, along the slope, and onto the cliff. The two walked towards other patches of light in the overgrown grass.

The skinny man wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing his arms, "It's so cold... Do you think the new director will give up if we still haven't found that untouchable woman by today or tomorrow?"

"Maybe."

The stout man walked behind his companion, a step behind.

"I don't think he'll give up."

The skinny man complained softly, "Ugh, I don't know how much longer this will drag on. How about we go look for the parents of those three untouchable women again tonight?

Bring clubs and guns, and threaten those untouchables again, to get them to persuade the new director to give up the investigation.

Do you think it's feasible?"

"Possibly."

"No, forget it. It would be even more troublesome if the new director saw through it..."

The skinny man complained, "I'll tell you something, but don't tell anyone else.

My uncle has already secretly reported to the superiors in the Southern State, accusing the new director of abusing his power and deliberately inciting local resentment. Hopefully, they can get him removed from the director's position, or at least transfer him somewhere else, so he'll stop tormenting us..."

*Pa!*

The skinny man trembled violently, turned around, covered the back of his neck with his hands, and shouted at his companion in shock and anger, "Why did you hit me?"

"There was a bug."

The stout man smiled and raised his dark hand, a flying insect and a faint trace of blood on his palm.

"Was it necessary to use so much force?"

The skinny man cursed and rubbed the skin on the back of his neck, not noticing the strange smile on the stout man's face.

In the lowered hand, holding the corpse of the flying insect, a micro-injection needle was slowly retracting beneath the skin.

————

Inside the cave, the dark-skinned girl stared blankly at her palm.

She could feel that a slender, long, worm-like creature was coiled behind her neck, and that parasites with different shapes and functions were also living in her arms, legs, and limbs.

The parasite behind her neck was releasing faint electrical signals, causing blurred and chaotic images to flash before the girl's eyes, and she heard dreamlike sounds.

The cerebra, Fenrir, disguised as a brownish-black wild dog, watched the girl's mental and physical transformation indifferently.

The parasite behind her neck was actually a psionic receiver that only reacted to the Zerg's psionic energy, and could receive instructions issued by the Zerg's will through psionic energy.

The plan formulated by Her Holiness the Saintess was actually just a general direction.

The specific implementation would still rely on the cerebra council, with its massive computing power and clear division of labor, to coordinate and plan detailed steps.

This Indian girl had already become the first "Converted."

As time went on, the parasitic organ behind her neck would mature, not only receiving psionic energy, but also allowing the host's will to connect to the Zerg's divine power link and psionic network.

While providing the Creator with the power of faith, it could also cooperate with second- and third-generation Converted (parasitic organs could cultivate new insect eggs in the host's body, spreading through physical contact. The conversion process for the first and second generations was relatively violent and direct. The third generation was silent and imperceptible),

Collecting intelligence and assisting the genestealer sequence of combat insects, gradually spreading and expanding in human society.

The cerebra Fenrir released psionic fluctuations, coldly asking in the girl's mind, "What is your name?"

Through the parasitic organ's dreamlike murmur, the girl had already understood the existence of the Zerg's will and her mission, and obediently replied, "Pulan."

*Hua la—*

The seawater splashed, and one animal after another crawled out of the ocean: cats, dogs, monkeys, rats, and even calves.

These special combat insects, disguised as ordinary animals, gave the cerebra Fenrir a deep look,

Then, guided by the flying bird combat insects in the sky, they climbed onto the coastline and advanced towards the land.

Expansion had begun.

"Let's go."

Fenrir stood up from the ground, jumping back and forth between the rocks, easily leaping onto the cliff.

The dark-skinned young girl also bent her knees and leaped up, her hand grabbing the vines on the low cliff edge, leaping onto the ground.

In the dark night, the girl asked softly, "Where are we going?"

"Your home is in the village to the north, right?"

Fenrir said coldly, "Go there first, to resolve your affairs. Then go to Bangalore, a city with ten million five hundred thousand people.

Then Mumbai, Kolkata, Chennai, New Delhi, Chandigarh..."

"My affairs..."

A strange expression appeared on the dark-skinned girl's face.

As a special first-generation Converted, the parasitic organ behind her neck allowed her to "hear" the psionic echoes of the Zerg's will, and instinctively accept orders.

And under the orders, her brain would also give a reasonable explanation based on her past experience as an untouchable in India: the world is like a burning house, all beings are suffering. As a Dalit, accepting things as they are will only lead to eternal hell. Only by embracing the Zerg's will can this dirty and filthy cycle be shattered.

"You are very lucky, Her Holiness the Saintess is watching you."

The cerebra Fenrir said coldly, "Whether to strike back at those people in the village, directly eliminate them, and replace them all with genestealers.

Or to implement parasitic conversion on them.

It depends on you.

This is Her Holiness the Saintess's test for you. Now, go do what you must do."