The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2182 The Art of Queuing

[Changhe Luori: Damn it? You guys! Why is there so much noise in there? The subspace wall is cracked! I can't lock the coordinate information like this! Be careful of Xingju reading the water meter!]

【Cang: I’ve been here before】

[Craftsman Master Wang: It’s so fucking lively! ]

[Li Lace: This unreasonable thing not only has a targeted attack, but also has a continuous AOE output. I used the sub-human transmission card to dodge the invincibility frame, but I still died three times! ]

【Long River Sunset:】

On Qiu Gou Kun's shiny and hairless molten belly, a skeleton that looked like a human but not quite a human was standing there straight. Flesh and tendons were connected between the gaps between the bones, and more flesh and blood spread far away in all directions from under the feet of the skeleton in a liquefied state. It was not until the skeleton put away the mini prayer interface that this pool of bloody abstract thing began to gradually flow back.

"Hiss, it hurts so much."

Li Cang stretched out his hand to straighten his vocal cords. Perhaps because it was too close to the spine, the strength of this thing was quite remarkable. The lips were just a decoration, and the dog still had to rely on it to bark.

After being hit by a Star Torch, Li Cang only suffered some bone injuries, which was not worth mentioning. What was more interesting was Qiu Gou Kun. Based on the characteristics of his creation as the basis for his fusion, Qiu Gou Kun, who had been facing the continuous attacks of the Star Torch head-on, was like an overloaded battery, with a terrifying force field glow emitting from his whole body, as bright as the explosion of a Timi supernova.

Qiu Gou Kun easily broke free from the force field blockade of countless transformed islands that served as the base of the array. The next second, a torrent of energy that was almost as powerful as a direct attack from the Star Torch gushed out from its mouth and breathing holes. Dozens or even hundreds of fully armed solid alloy fortresses could not even hold out in this torrent for less than three seconds before being melted directly. Including the ecological mechanism of the concubine snake and the blockade of the frozen field of the Silver Ridge behemoth, everything was wiped out in the long whale song.

Li Cang suddenly had an illusion that this guy seemed to be too full. From birth to now, this was the first time that Da Kun Kun had the dominant will in the combined mimicry, and it was also the first time that he had the emotional concept of "full".

The tomb guardian sent a congratulatory message: America, you are a good person!

cough.

For Li Cang, the war was just a means of extortion. He only cared about materials and resources, dead or alive, so under normal circumstances he would hardly make plans to focus on the opponent's main force or core areas. The layout of Big Boss Wang, Little Miss Li Lace and various rebellious sons was just to ensure the quality and quantity of his corpses and dogs so as to quickly complete the formulaic process of cleansing the floor.

This style of warfare was undoubtedly extremely abstract and painful for the Confederacy of America. There was no main attack, only feints. Or, conversely, there was no feint, only main attack. What was even more outrageous was that no basic parameters such as casualty rate and attrition rate were considered. Humans have spent a lot of effort on defining conventional warfare for thousands of years. Well, they have formed a comfort zone with their thoughts and blood. But now a guy suddenly pops up and says to them: You come out, I will go in and make myself comfortable.

Who can feel comfortable with this Timi?

The Confederacy of America is a respectable merchant dynasty. As the saying goes, the moon waxes and wanes, and people are divided into different classes. The history of just over a hundred years has already proved in various senses that they are incapable of equality, harmony and equality in various senses. In today's situation, they have to watch helplessly as the other side turns a blind eye to the areas where they have focused their defenses, and irrationally attacks every piece of land in the subspace. However, they have no time to denounce this discrimination, because they quickly realize that the other side's behavior is clearly to eat them up. It seems unequal, but in fact it is equal discrimination against everyone.

That.

That's fine.

At this moment, outside the subspace.

Changhe Luori closed the mini wishing interface in bewilderment, and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above his head. He really couldn't understand how America's Star Torch attack could detect the enemy in the void without any signs or appearances. You, you are not hitting Li Cang's ass, you are clearly hitting my face!

However, there was no time for Changhe Luori to think, and he opened his mouth and spoke a string of fragrant words. It was about whether he should eat meat or drink Lao Wang's foot washing water. This was a battle of dignity and he couldn't be careless: "Zhao Yinian, you have to chew it for me. Now immediately connect the three subspaces for me. Those damn dogs of the America Fleet will be here as soon as they speak!"

The three stars in America's [Starship-Starlink-Torch] system are ranked in no particular order. The Torch can be used as both an armed strike core and a starship navigation guide. It is a fairly complete system.

But Changhe Luori's method of fooling them was not like a well-known dung pit war god who just rolled up his sleeves and rushed in. Rather than saying that he was blocking the space, an operation as difficult as the Coin's Wrath Zenith Star, it would be better to say that he was using another traditional art with a strong communist spirit to steal the chicken -

queue.

Blockades and the like, the difficulty of operation has increased visibly to no end. The queues are different. The world line may be transformed into thousands of things, but the jump channels and subspace channels that can provide use value are extremely limited. After occupying all the exits and entrances, this wide-area coordinate range is like the toilet light on the train. As long as it is marked with the label "in use", it is my shape.

Soon, the hexagonal force field pattern that covered the entire airspace like a honeycomb began to release an indescribable spatial fluctuation and tremble slightly. It can be seen that the rich historical heritage of Americans has given them a certain courtesy after all. Fortunately, these people actually know how to knock on the door.

"Tsk~" Changhe Luori chewed the meat and drank the hard-earned ice beer, his face slightly red. "We agreed to close the door and beat the dog, then close the door and beat the dog. Honesty is the foundation of a person. It's not time for you to perform yet, why are you in such a hurry to join in the fun!"

However, the importance that the Confederation of America attached to the limited subspaces where the upper councils were located still caught Changhe Luori off guard. He took it for granted that this time would end in the same way as the previous ones, but the vibrations of the force field patterns became more and more violent, as if some huge monster was about to break out of the sky.

Changhe Luori frowned slightly. There is a limit to being opportunistic after all. Even he cannot occupy the toilet for a long time without doing anything. If he alarms the train police or even the conductor, wouldn't that be a violation of the law and discipline? That is inconsistent with his personality, and his credit score will be in capital red.

(End of this chapter)