Meanwhile,
In the Western Fantasy World, Order of Saint George territory.
Night fell, and a bright, Blocky Moon slowly rose, casting down a cold glow.
On a flat high ground, a massive altar had been completed. This was the Moonlight Altar that Randy, leading the Engineering Department, had rushed to construct overnight based on the confession of the captured werewolf.
"It's nighttime now, what should we do?"
Randy stood by the altar, his gaze coldly sweeping over the werewolf captive chained nearby.
The werewolf looked up at the Full Moon in the sky, a flicker of instinctive desire passing through its eyes, but it quickly lowered its head and answered honestly.
"Just... just step onto that altar and be directly exposed to the moonlight, and you can slowly absorb the Essence of the Moon."
"It's that simple?"
Randy nodded slightly, then waved his hand at the several Experimental Personnel behind him.
Several controlled MC Original Wolves walked slowly onto the center of the altar with light steps.
Buzz.
The moment they stepped into the center of the altar, the quietly falling moonlight seemed to be drawn by some force, transforming into visible white beams that gently enveloped the Wolves.
Immediately afterward, a strange white light began to surface on their fur, pulsating like breathing, slowly seeping into their bodies.
"Do you feel anything?"
Randy immediately asked the Player controlling the Wolf body.
"Reporting, Chief."
The voice of one of the Players carried a hint of surprise.
"Indeed, a very special power is continuously gathering inside the body. It feels like the body is heating up and the bones are growing?"
"Effective."
A sharp light flashed in Randy's eyes as he looked again at the werewolf captive beside him.
"To what extent must this progress before they can transform into a werewolf?"
"It won't take long."
The werewolf captive swallowed.
"It's quick for an ordinary wolf to gain sentience and become a Low-Tier werewolf, as long as there is enough moonlight. The real difficulty lies in subsequent advancement."
"What is needed for advancement?"
"Food."
A greedy light flashed in the werewolf's eyes.
"A large amount of meat. If it's a High-Tier werewolf, it requires higher quality Essence of Flesh and Blood."
"That makes things easy."
Randy nodded, a relaxed smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Any problem solvable by eating is no problem at all in the Overworld. They have no shortage of food produced by various Fully Automatic Meat Farms here. The military even installed a local McDonalds and KFC in the Overworld.
"Pass on the order."
Randy turned around and gave the order to the Adjutant behind him.
"The Engineering Department is to set out immediately and bring back all the construction materials for this type of altar. Bring as much as you can."
"Also, notify all Combat Units to prepare to assemble."
Randy looked towards the Dark Forest in the distance, his gaze becoming extremely sharp.
"It's time for us to expand. Our human compatriots who are still suffering in the darkness are waiting for us to rescue them. Attack the surrounding areas with full force, bring back all the distressed humans, and have them join our Order of Saint George."
"Yes!"
Following the order, the entire Camp instantly erupted into activity.
An hour later, at the Holy Order Court Plaza.
Thousands of human survivors had gathered here.
However, at this moment, they were looking up, faces full of envy, at the zombie legion assembling in the sky.
They were powerful beings with dual wings on their backs—the guardians of God, true Angels.
In previous battles, the survivors had personally witnessed how these Angels could effortlessly pierce those terrifying werewolves with a single blow, pulling the survivors back from the brink of death.
Randy, draped in a magnificent Bishop's Robe, stood on the towering Main Court Terrace, looking down upon the crowd.
Here, there were no constraints from the Paranormal Universe's rules, only hard physical confrontation.
The strength of the zombies and Iron Golems could be utilized one hundred percent.
"My compatriots."
Randy's voice, amplified by the Sound System, echoed over the plaza like a divine oracle, filled with seductive power.
"Look into the distance. In that endless Dark Forest, there are countless human compatriots, just like you once were, suffering slavery and slaughter at the hands of monsters."
He waved his hand, pointing towards the deep night sky in the distance.
"They are crying! They are wailing! They are waiting for salvation!"
"Tell me! Are you willing to join this expeditionary force to rescue those compatriots who are still suffering?!"
After a brief silence, a massive response erupted from the crowd.
"We are willing..."
"Louder! I can't hear you!"
Randy roared.
"Have you forgotten the terror of being hunted by monsters? Don't you want the power of revenge?!"
"We are willing!!"
At this moment, the crowd was ignited.
Long-suppressed anger and fear transformed into earth-shattering roars.
"We are willing."
"Very good."
Randy raised his hands high, a solemn and sacred expression on his face.
"Then follow me, and dedicate your souls to the great Order of Saint George."
"It will reward you with powerful bodies—the physical shells of gods, Angels walking among mortals."
"Do not fear death."
Randy's voice became passionate and zealous.
"God's radiance will cover every believer. As long as you remain pious, it will protect your souls from being devoured by evil."
"Even if you fall in battle, it will guide you back to the Holy City, granting you an unyielding soul and an immortal body."
"Now! Fight for humanity!!"
"Fight for humanity!!"
"Fight for God!!"
The crowd below completely erupted, faces flushed red, eyes burning with zealous fire.
In this world of despair, Randy's words provided them with their sole faith and support.
"Tsk, I didn't realize I had the potential to be a Religious Charlatan."
Looking at the excited crowd below, Randy was secretly pleased.
The Soul Link Center.
Randy led them to the newly constructed Conversion Hall.
"Come, children."
Randy looked at these survivors, who were originally just ordinary Farmers and Workers, his tone gentle.
"Lie down, relax your body and mind, and hand your souls over to God. When you open your eyes again, you will achieve rebirth."
Filled with awe and anticipation, everyone lay down.
Buzz!
An invisible force instantly pulled their consciousness away.
Meanwhile, on the massive Tarmac on the other side of the Camp.
Over a thousand fully armed, Tier 5 Mutated zombies, which had been prepared long ago, suddenly opened their tightly shut eyes.
Swoosh!
In perfectly synchronized motion, a thousand pairs of huge wings suddenly unfurled.
"Th-this is?!"
The new recruits who had just completed the body possession looked down at their green arms, brimming with explosive power, and felt the strong pulsation of the dual wings on their backs, each one utterly shocked.