For a child raised by the Zerg Race and mixed into a human safe zone, no scanning thod is effective without physical parasitism.
Subtle Spiritual Control and ideological brainwashing are more terrifying than any other thod.
In that mont, Lin Feng even considered destroying this Zerg Race-controlled settlent.
After all, if they were allowed to continue developing like this, who knew what strange and bizarre things they might concoct.
Humans had their Zerg Race Genetic Warriors. ’Does this an the Zerg Race is also going to mass-produce high-intelligence, combat-type Tier Two Zerg People in the future?! All to accelerate the collapse of human resistance.’
At this thought, Lin Feng’s gaze grew increasingly cold as he looked at the survivors before him.
He could save so of them if he made the effort, but there was no way he could rescue all several thousand people in the settlent.
That would an going to war with the entire Zerg Race in the city, not just breaking through from one side.
Killing was always easier than saving.
’If they remain here, they will forever be a hidden threat...’
Just as Lin Feng decided to pull the trigger, a group of humans suddenly approached from behind.
Most of them were rely Enhanced People. But behind them stood a strange, cloaked figure. Its back was severely hunched beneath the cloak, making it look like a hunchbacked old crone.
And this strange figure’s power had reached the Tier Two Early Stage.
Its Identification data quickly appeared in Lin Feng’s vision:
[Zerg Race Matriarch, LV 21/29]
[Life Value 250, Physique 210, Spirit 290]
The mont he confird its identity, Lin Feng had his gun aid at it.
Then, from within the apathetic crowd, ca the Parasitic Matriarch’s hoarse voice:
"Greetings, valiant human warrior..."
The corners of Lin Feng’s mouth tilted up slightly.
"Dismiss these people. You should know they have no effect on ."
The old crone let out a cackle and said dismissively:
"Humanity’s greatest weakness is rcy, whether it’s toward your own kind or other forms of life."
"Thus, only a few strong individuals who conquer this nature beco the true rulers of your people."
"Then they constantly extol the greatness of this emotion, attempting to turn the masses into lambs for the slaughter, all to facilitate their perpetual rule..."
Lin Feng’s brow furrowed. He suddenly spun his gun around and fired twice behind him! BANG! BANG!!
A man and a woman who had been kneeling behind Lin Feng slowly crumpled to the ground, deep holes now bored between their brows.
In her hand, Lin Ping had been clutching a sharp spike, coated in a foul-slling, purplish-black pus that looked incredibly toxic.
Lin Feng turned back, switched the Divine-level Pistol in his hand back to the LV 25 Armor-Piercing Magnetic Cannon, and then watched the Parasitic Matriarch behind the crowd with great interest.
"What did you promise them to make them so willing to die?"
The old crone waved her withered fingers, motioning for the humans in front to part, and replied:
"Her unborn child. And freedom."
"Your kind has an almost pathological obsession with sacrificing yourselves for your kin and offspring. It’s a very useful trait to exploit..."
"Besides, you humans have a saying,"
"Everything can be traded, as long as the price is right."
Lin Feng smiled and nodded, shifting the muzzle of his gun from the matriarch toward the nearby Wanya Shopping Mall.
"You’re right."
"So if the people inside take one more step, they can stay here forever."
The Parasitic Matriarch’s expression imdiately turned grim. She waved her hand, stopping her minions from retreating further.
Then, as if sensing sothing, she bowed respectfully and said:
"Her Majesty wishes to speak with you personally..."
Lin Feng frowned.
"I have nothing to discuss with you."
"I’m more interested in you than in eting your Mother Empress."
However, the words had barely left his lips when the Parasitic Matriarch before him collapsed to its knees. Its entire body began to tremble and convulse, and the fleshy hump on its back swelled to several tis its original size.
The next mont, a gentle female voice emanated from the mouth of the old crone—the Zerg Person now on all fours:
"Then what price would it take to sway you...?"
"One hundred Tier Two Tiger Spine Zergs, for example?"
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