Moga Luo cautiously opened the specially made container holding the Rank 6 Mind Control Magic Insect.
The moment the container opened, a faint blue light overflowed from it, accompanied by wisps of mysterious aura.
Inside the container, densely packed Rank 6 Mind Control Magic Insects trembled slightly, exuding an eerie and powerful force.
Moga Luo carefully put the new batch of Mind Control Demon Bug into his bag, contemplating how to further expand the Parasite range upon his return.
At this moment, Moga Luo was increasingly fascinated by the work of Parasite.
With each additional Parasite, the master's influence in the Geocentric World would expand, bringing him closer to the goal of domination.
In his view, this was not only to complete the task assigned by the master but also a mission.
He enjoyed the feeling of controlling everything, watching those once ordinary, even humble, Lizardmen become powerful and loyal under the influence of the Mind Control Demon Bug, filling his heart with a sense of accomplishment.
Upon returning to the Lizardmen Tribe, Moga Luo found that the Parasite work was progressing even more smoothly than expected.
The vast majority of the outer Lizardmen had been successfully Parasite.
These Parasite, while maintaining a normal life, secretly obeyed Moga Luo's commands.
The entire outer part of the tribe appeared as usual, with a few Lizardmen occasionally moving through caves and foraging, but in reality, a huge change was quietly brewing.
Moga Luo began to consider the next plan.
He realized that although the outer Lizardmen were largely controlled, to truly gain a foothold in the Geocentric World, it was still necessary to infiltrate the tribe's interior.
Many powerful Elite Lizardmen lived there.
They possessed higher status and stronger power.
If they could also be brought under his command, it would be considered controlling this Lizardmen Tribe without direct conflict.
However, Moga Luo knew that the Elite Lizardmen within the tribe were not so easy to deal with.
Their life intensity was much higher than that of these outer Lizardmen, and forcibly Parasite them would certainly cause a significant disturbance.
Therefore, Moga Luo decided to first observe the daily routines and movement paths of the internal Elite Lizardmen, looking for suitable opportunities.
As he was pondering, a scream suddenly came from the edge of the outer layer.
Moga Luo's expression instantly changed, realizing that there might be a problem with the Parasite process.
He looked around and found that no patrolling Elite Lizardmen had noticed this side, so he quickly ran over.
When Moga Luo arrived at the source of the scream, a large number of Parasite had already gathered.
He then understood that it was because when they were trying to Parasite a Two-Horned Lizardman, it unexpectedly evolved into a Three-Horned Lizardman ahead of time.
Taking advantage of this Breakthrough, it barely broke free from the Mind Control Demon Bug' restraints.
On the other side, the Lizardman that had unexpectedly achieved a Breakthrough to Three-Horned suddenly widened its eyes, which were filled with terror and disbelief.
Its heart pounded violently in its chest, the “thump-thump-thump” sound like war drums, each beat vibrating painfully in its eardrums.
An unprecedented fear surged from the depths of its heart like a tide, causing its body to tremble uncontrollably.
It could not understand why its companions, who were not close but at least familiar, were staring at him with such eerie eyes.
Their eyes were hollow and numb, like stagnant water, without any emotional fluctuation, only endless obedience, as if controlled by something terrifying.
This sent shivers down its spine, and all the hairs on its body stood on end.
“What's wrong with you all? Wake up!” the Three-Horned Lizardman screamed desperately, its voice sharp with fear, but it did not travel far.
The voice carried a trembling hint of despair, as if it were sending a final plea into the endless darkness.
But the Parasite Lizardmen, as if under an evil spell, turned a deaf ear to its cries and continued to advance slowly towards it with heavy, mechanical steps.
Their steps were sluggish and stiff, each one seeming to tread on the Three-Horned Lizardman's heart, making its heart clench tighter and tighter, and panic spread wildly like weeds.
Fear instantly consumed the Three-Horned Lizardman's entire reason.
Like a startled beast, it abruptly turned and ran desperately towards the depths of the cave.
Its speed was astonishing, stirring up a cloud of dust in the dim cave, like a black lightning bolt weaving through the intricate passages.
At this moment, it had only one strong thought in its mind: I am already a Three-Horned Lizardman, and those elite inside are my true kin.
These outer ones are just expendable.
So, it wanted to run to the inner layer of the tribe and seek help from those powerful Elite Lizardmen.
Along the way, it ran frantically, relying on its vague memory of the cave's complex terrain, darting left and right through narrow and winding passages.
The cave was filled with a damp, decaying smell, mixed with the scent of its nervous sweat, making it almost breathless.
From behind, the heavy footsteps and low growls of its pursuers constantly echoed in its ears.
The sound was like a shadow, getting closer and closer, as if it were the footsteps of death, each beat heavily striking its nerves, making its fear grow more intense, almost completely engulfing it.
Suddenly, a fork in the road appeared ahead.
In its panic, the Three-Horned Lizardman had no time to think.
A hint of panic and determination flashed in its eyes, and it randomly chose a path that looked slightly wider, hoping to escape the relentless pursuers behind it.
But it had barely turned in when it despairingly discovered it was a dead end.
Ahead was an incredibly hard stone wall, cold and smooth, without any cracks for climbing or escaping, like an insurmountable mountain, completely blocking all its escape routes.
It turned around in horror, its eyes wide, looking at the approaching pursuers.
At this moment, its heart felt as if it were tightly squeezed by an invisible large hand, almost stopping its beating.
Cold sweat continuously poured from its forehead, large beads of sweat rolling down its cheeks, dripping onto the ground, instantly disappearing into the dust.
Its legs felt weak, as if filled with lead, almost unable to support its body weight.
Its hands instinctively flailed, grabbing wildly at the air, trying to grasp a glimmer of hope, and its mouth continuously pleaded for mercy, its voice filled with despair and helplessness.
But the surrounding Parasite, however, ignored it and slowly approached.
Seeing that there was no way out, the Three-Horned Lizardman's eyes instantly turned fierce.
Its figure instantly leaped into the air, transforming into a dark shadow, and charged towards the approaching Parasite.
In its mind, since it had at least evolved into a Three-Horned Lizardman, its life intensity was one version ahead of theirs.
Even if they were numerous, it would kill a few to accompany itself in death.
However, when it charged in front of them, it found that these Lizardmen's forms changed.
The original Two-Horned ones all became Three-Horned Lizardmen.
At this point, it was completely desperate.
It was knocked to the ground in just two or three moves, its eyes losing their luster.
Such is the nature of great joy and great sorrow.