At this time, the virus does not have the mind of the collector, nor does it have the ability to think, and after they have completed their multiplication, they will bypass the body's defense system and go straight to the brain of the Povul.

A nerve fiber from the brain is selected, attached to it, and gradually replaces that nerve fiber.

After this stage is over, the consciousness of the gatherer is born, and only then does it really attract the attention of the host's spiritual realm perception.

The parasitic host was an 'outlier' in the spiritual realm perception of other compatriots, and it didn't take long for him to be discovered and hunted down.

The host was forced to flee.

In the process of escaping, the gatherer took the initiative to contact the other party.

"Hello, host."

"You!? Can you talk?! ”

The parasitic Povor was shocked and horrified, he obviously did not expect that the monster parasitic in his body could actually speak.

It's like a cancer patient suddenly discovering that his tumor can speak.

The Gatherer issued an invitation, "Work with us to overthrow the current Povor regime." ”

"You have hurt me so badly, and now you still want to cooperate with me?"

When questioned, the collector replied calmly.

"I didn't do anything to hurt you, I just got along with your body, and it was your compatriots who hurt you."

"Work with us."

The collector sends out the invitation again.

The host has already moved, and it is not a pleasant thing to be captured as an alien, and what the result will be after being successfully captured, the host dares to think about it.

The only way out is to cooperate with the amoebas.

However, if you choose to cooperate with the amoeba, you are betraying your own race and worrying about being the seedbed of the amoeba.

These are two choices: one betrays oneself for one's own sake and the other betrays oneself for one's own sake.

If he is an extreme egoist, he will not be distressed by such a thing, but the host is not, and when he makes a decision, he seems to see thousands of babies of his own race showing him all kinds of lovely smiles.

Thinking of these children, the host strengthened his resolve...... Don't work with amoebas!

"Don't think! I will not betray my race! ”

"I'm sure you'll agree, our invitation has always been valid, you don't have to reply now, you can think about it again." The gatherer replied.

The parasitic host was captured by the urgently mobilized Beauvore fighters before a day had passed.

The parasitic host is attached to his own race, his own compatriots, but his compatriots do not think so, and when the soldiers who came to capture him saw him, they directly restrained his neck to prevent him from escaping.

"Got you! Alien Mess! Pretty fast to escape! ”

"Let go of me! Cough! I am a citizen of Beauvre! It's not some alien crumb! Cough! ”

"Yo, it's quite similar, but it's a pity that our Bovor is different from those alien races that you amoebas have encountered in the past, and the false shell can't fool us."

Psychic perception made the warriors extremely sure that they had caught an alien who was not their fellow human being.

"Don't waste time, hurry up and get him back, the big guys above value him." Another fighter reminded.

As the gatherers expected, after learning that there were compatriots parasitized by the gatherers, the ruling class of the Popuel hegemony immediately issued an arrest order, eager to capture this first case and then make it public as the 'evidence' they had previously called.

On the public execution ground, a high-ranking person speaks to the people at the bottom.

"Sons of Beauvre! We have just caught a case of amoeba parasitism, and this poor host has been completely invaded by the amoeba and has become a walking corpse! ”

"Now, we are going to publicly execute this amoeba to comfort our compatriots who were killed by it!"

said that the sky was compassionate and compassionate, and the high-level people spoke to the people at the bottom with a look of resentment.

"I'm alive, I'm not dead!"

The captured host retorted unwillingly, but responded with a heavy kick.

"Shut up! Alien Mess! ”

The agitated populace looked with hatred at the host on the execution platform who had given up his own interests to cooperate with the gatherers for the sake of his race.

"Kill it!"

I don't know who shouted first, and then the voices were connected.

"Kill it!"

"Kill it!"

……

"See? No matter how much you love your race, your people will not reciprocate your love in the slightest, and will only be eager to kill you. ”

In the brain, the collector and the host exchange information.

"They think I've been replaced by you, it's all your fault!"

The host reluctantly refutes the gatherer, and finally blames the gatherer for all the blame.

The gatherer replied, "I didn't hurt anyone, I just lived in your body, and existence itself is wrong?" So why is your existence correct? If that's the case, it's a matter of course that they're killing you now, and you shouldn't have any complaints. ”

“……”

The host doesn't know how to answer.

"I see, I'll work with you to get me out of here."

The gatherer asked strangely, "We don't have any power here, how do you think we can save you?" ”

"But if I die, you will die too!"

The host who heard the gatherer's answer was shocked and panicked, he thought that the amoeba parasitic in his body would have a way to save him, so he did not show panic in the face of death until now.

At this moment, the host has a feeling of regret.

"I don't care, it's just death." The gatherer replied.

"You're ......!"

Before the host could finish speaking, it was interrupted by movement from the outside world.

"Kill!"

The executioner harnessed the spirit realm, and a huge beam of light was drawn from it, flooding the parasitic host in a devastating manner, and a powerful wave of qi radiated out.

However, no one noticed that there was a tiny virion mixed in the air wave.

Because they have no life, they are not in the realm of spiritual perception, and they are inhaled into the body by the people of Povull who are watching the execution, and a new round of parasitism begins.

That night, another Povuur heard a voice from his head.

"Hello, host."

"Who? Who's talking? ”

The new host looked around in disbelief.

"I am the gatherer, the amoeba of your mouth, and I am now lodged in your body."

Despite his suspicions, the host chuckled when the collector admitted it himself.

Thinking of the execution scene he saw today, the host suddenly felt dizzy, feeling that the door of death had opened to him, and fear instantly overwhelmed him.

It's over, it's over, it's all over......