The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2189: Dogs Join the Foreign Group

Seeing that they were about to self-destruct to settle the account, Lao Wang, who was almost ruminating, burped loudly in the face of the passionate and enthusiastic interaction application of the Confederacy of America. He always remained calm in the face of major events, and eating before the war was a traditional skill of this gang.

The appetite of the elder Wang is relatively fragile. After all, he definitely can't eat like Li Cang, using the battlefield as a dipping sauce. What if there are some abstract skills such as small furry animals or large, hairless bugs to serve later?

"Ahem!" Lao Wang shrank back, hating himself for making the decision to go along with this idiot Xiu Yuqi. Wouldn't it be better for me, Xiao Xiaojie and Da Leizi to stay at home and wait for him to come to his rescue? However, his face still had a kind of sincerity that seemed particularly lucky and hypocritical: "Well, Mr. Cang, I am a delicate person, I am afraid I can't stand the torture of the wild dogs of America, can you arrange some for me too?"

Li Cang thought about it and felt that his fart was quite tasteless, so Qiu Goukun opened his mouth and said, "Do you want to go in by yourself or should I give you a ride?"

Anyway, he had been living a miserable life, so Big Wang didn't care about being humiliated any more. He repeatedly stressed to Qiu Goukun's big mouth that was filled with saliva and evil fire: "Don't swallow it, don't swallow it. Do you hear me? I'll break your teeth for you!"

The American Confederacy's upper chamber, codenamed 13.

The energy flames of the Star Torch's jam were spewing out, the turbulent subspace storm was raging across the entire airspace, several fragmented island chains were displayed in front, fleets on full alert from all directions were as dense as stars, and all kinds of legendary fantasy monsters and alienated blood creatures were countless.

Whether it is 13 or 30, it is not a good number for a country where a large part of the people (77.2%) firmly believe in the protection of the holy light of the Lord and God. It just so happens that the code name on the opposite side is 30, and as for the daring act of ambush on Li Cang: 6.

Damn, that guy's bad luck is contagious!

Whether they are willing to admit it or not, at least at this stage, the Confederacy of America is exhausted and weak. The best way they can deal with Li Cang is to exile or seal him, that's all. That man is simply a plague of cicadas, no, a plague of locusts, no, a plague of insects. He is the devil's agent and a plague on the world.

Those insects who got involved with this filth are damn geniuses. The only plan now, haha, is probably to wait for those heaven-defying things to overcome the grandfather paradox one day, correct the past, and make friends with Li Cang again, so that the Confederacy of America can get rid of this thorn in the tarsal bone, right?

This kind of moldy emotion bred by oil was like a lingering dark cloud covering the entire airspace. Even with the Americans' thick skin, they could not unilaterally declare victory in a war that was doomed to be unwinnable. Since they didn't win, they lost. The American Confederacy could imagine how they would be praised at the forum -

You have been hit by a monkey

[Grab it and refine it in an instant]

[Go back to Gotham soon, Batman promises not to beat you~]

At this moment, the subspace channel suddenly vibrated and expanded irregularly. A terrifying energy body was brewing in it, stirring up the channel, causing the Star Torch, which was already experiencing major problems due to forced locking, to become even worse and almost explode.

boom.

The waves of the self-detonation of the giant channel ship in the subspace channel, surrounded by various types of their own fleets, transformed islands, lifeboats, clusters of destiny servants and the sea of ​​corpses of that person, gushed out at the same time. The scale and the tragedy of their posture far exceeded the worst expectations of the upper council of code 13.

"Attention, identify, fire!"

Even the highest-level communication channels were still filled with a mess of curse-like commands. In this case, the only thing left to do was to pay attention. A large number of accidental injuries to friendly forces were absolutely inevitable, which was an extremely huge blow to the morale of the troops who were already at a low point.

Master Wang had just started talking when he was choked back by all kinds of things that came at him head on. Master Wang, who had not yet recovered from the power of the giant cannon of the channel ship, was directly interrupted in chanting the sword-dragging technique. The gathered sword intent instantly dissipated, and the whole person floated away in a spin.

Li Cang glanced in the direction of Big Wang, and with a backhand move, a homologous link was formed from the ground. Li Leisi, who was angrily rubbing the sword girl's dog head, fell out directly from it, cursing a few words, and her figure flashed continuously, and quickly disappeared in the messy battlefield.

Seven homologous links, dozens of subspace channels, all filled with desperate thieves, crying for food and looking so hungry that the American Confederacy's hair stood on end. They couldn't win, and couldn't stop the losses. How the hell were they going to fight this war?

However, Li Cang's life was not exactly relaxed.

Taoka could not be used. Just now, a round of collective energy storage explosions of the giant channel ships directly took away his immortal aura. Looking at the various weapon skills stacked in front of him that might empty his health bar in seconds, it was really unnecessary. So he felt that it was time to exercise his subjective initiative.

"Sir, this way!"

Lin Sheng's mouth twitched, and the expression on his face almost couldn't hold back, but they were really willing to share the firepower. A gem flashed in his hand for a moment, and turned into a breeze. The barrage in front of him composed of physical shells, energy-matrix weapons and skills was distorted for a moment, and they were collectively detonated without hitting the target.

In this not-so-long gap, the Wu Hou pioneers of the former residence were able to break through the subspace channel, riding on various corpse-like and beast-like fate servants, and their flying swords, flying knives, and flying rakes all turned into wisps of smoke, and like teleporting, they took their masters across the field of vision shrouded by the breeze in an instant, and settled directly inside the American Confederate defense line.

"Oh~"

Li Cang was forced to utter an exclamation, looking like he had never seen the world.

To be honest, Li Cang had seen this kind of skill, which could be called collective leap, very few times, and he was so envious that his mouth was watering.

Liliana's figure suddenly appeared beside Li Cang like flowing water and falling flowers. Although they had the same face and figure, her temperament was more seductive and coquettish than Letitia's. She was so impatient that she almost pleaded pitifully in the magician's ear: "Master, master, master."

"roll!"

Liliana's eyes lit up, and instantly she turned into countless puffs of black smoke that rolled in all directions. Wherever she passed, subordinates and servants of fate fell like petrified rain. As they fell, their figures kept shedding black dust and haze like dying coals, and after just a few seconds they had turned into dry and charred corpses.

(End of this chapter)