The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2194 Seim: You are not Liliana at all!

Liliana made a gesture of holding her heart, and said to the magician tenderly: "Master, look at it, it really hurts people to talk like this~"

Li Cang nodded and smiled: "Indeed!"

"Eh?"

Liliana, the hellish demon who was a hundred meters tall and emitting endless flames, stopped and froze. No, no, damn it, why was she so gentle? What went wrong?

"Sir Liliana, your disguise was very successful. I hardly noticed anything wrong at first. But this is not Purgatory after all. There is no territory of yours here, and I am now extremely powerful." Saim was obviously in a different state from when Liliana possessed Mardo Bevin. He was subject to fewer restrictions and had greater authority. He was almost not weak at all. He looked at Liliana with the same naked eyes as if she were looking at food: "I, the Lord of a Thousand Mountains, the son of Saim, challenge you in the name of the Seventy-two Pillar Gods!"

The earth cracked again.

The cracks crisscrossed the entire floating land, like an array of some mysterious and unpredictable free laws. The deep cracks sometimes emitted purple-black dirty smoke, and sometimes ignited thin flames of rolling runes. The heat in the air was rapidly squeezed out, and the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow squeezed the SAN value of all rational creatures in the entire airspace.

Liliana lowered her head, and only a glimmer of light could be seen in the head that towered into the clouds: "Son of Seim, you still don't understand. Learn to respect the word. The price you need to pay in Purgatory is only blood and fire!"

The blood is the devil's blood.

Fire is the fire of the soul.

To describe Liliana's posture in a rather low-key way, similar to the way Old Ancestor Owen appeared, is: grab it and refine it in an instant.

"No, Liliana is not your real name. Who are you? Where are you—"

Without any light or shadow, without any representation of power, Seim's horrified wails came to an abrupt end, ordinary and plain, leaving only Owen's face, which had returned to its original state and looked as old as rotten wood, still filled with horror.

A stinking skin that was hollowed out by his colleagues in Purgatory was obviously not worthy of being the food of the great devil of Purgatory. Liliana looked at Owen as if she saw snow flying all over the sky. This is the origin of the idiom "fireflies reflecting the snow in a bag".

Li Cang raised his eyebrows: "What did he say? He seemed to have called your name just now?"

"It's nothing more than some nonsense about returning to the right path. The language of Purgatory is full of hypocrisy and whitewashing, and it is not as efficient as your language!" Liliana blinked: "The lower the lower, the more he will be punished. This is the suppression of rank, my master~"

Then, Liliana changed into the shape of Shirley, or rather, her upper body became like Shirley, but below the waist she still maintained the tiger dragon body like Letishia.

"?"

"I noticed that you seemed to miss Ms. Shirley very much, Master. How do you like my new makeup?"

Ms. Shirley violently outputs small emotions, and the magic sound fills her brain: Kill her, kill her, kill her

"Yeah, not bad, very good!"

Li Cang opened his mouth and smiled, expressing his full approval of Liliana's reckless behavior.

Fortunately, fortunately you are not a servant of fate, otherwise the villain lady would have sent you to the mill to be retrained. Old Ancestor Owen prostrated himself on the ground, staring at Li Cang with numb and complicated eyes, with a kind of hypocritical expression on his face that used his illness to force emotion: "I am unwilling."

The skinny body seemed to have gone through thousands of years in an instant. The skin and flesh turned to ashes bit by bit, revealing the rotten bones, and finally turned into a handful of yellow earth with unclear edges and corners.

Li Cang: ε=(ο｀*)))

I, Timi, am even more unwilling to accept this. If I had known you were this kind of person, I would not have even had a second of business dealings with you. Fortunately, I changed my career halfway and stopped the loss in time.

Purgatory, huh, it's just the underworld.

Perhaps the grassroots staff did not realize that the death of Elder Owen had caused panic among the top brass of the American Federation Fleet. Orders were issued one after another from the commanders, and the overall war strategy of the Confederation Congress began to change.

Clearing the area, evacuating, transferring, and defending to the death, the power of the prayer industrial system that emerged in the pre-Sky Island era was revealed at this moment. When the American Confederation Congress used the pan-island chain system as the core and the fleet itself as a shield to defend one place, even the mountains of corpses and seas of dogs could not do anything to them in a short period of time.

The force field shield skill refreshes the shields unlimitedly, layer by layer on the left and right. The prison vibranium, which is known as the anti-exile substance, shines with a dark metallic cold light. It is not affected by either soft or hard attacks. Regardless of whether the six dogs' armor-cutting arrows have concentrated fire to break through the defense line, the fleet replenishes the vibranium shell layer in a rotating order every ten seconds or so. It is like a tortoise shell and fish scale formation, shrinking its head and accepting beatings and scolding.

It has to be said that this was undoubtedly one of the most correct decisions they made today.

Changhe Luori and the Old Residence cannot block the subspace transmission forever. The support from the American Confederation's Upper Council may not arrive, but the way out is always behind them. As long as they can hold on for a while, the situation will be resolved and running away will be a piece of cake.

In war?

The cost to the attacker is always greater than that to the defender.

After a fierce attack, the Wuhou vanguards from the former residence looked at each other in bewilderment at the solid bunker that didn't make a sound and didn't even fire a single bullet. Over there, Zhao Yang also began to grin: "The Holy Son from the former residence, what do you think?"

Lin Sheng snorted in annoyance: "No matter how I look at it with my eyes, that kind of prison vibranium can almost block all the magic weapons below the spiritual treasure level. There is no way!"

"Look, Li Cang didn't stop!"

"Ok?"

The sea of ​​corpses and dogs was still attacking and charging in a suicidal manner, and even the six dogs had abandoned their bows and arrows and forged armor and rushed to the ground headfirst, which showed how shameless some of these guys were.

Why stop?

The laws of war are still firmly hanging there, and now is a great opportunity to super double the money. As for why the Confederate States of America did not directly announce its surrender, I can only say that this is a very constructive suggestion. Anyone who dares to say the word "surrender" will have their assets immediately sealed and enter the settlement process. Before the accounts are settled, even if a god descends to earth, he won't be able to get a single scrap of fish out of it!

"How long can your flag and the subspace interception last?"

"About ten hours."

Zhao Yang put his hands behind his back, holding an old-fashioned Nokia-like communicator and began to type blindly: "You little bastards, look carefully, take it apart. Did that big living star see it? Pack up that thing and take it away right now. If you can get a nut from the old residence, I will reward each of you with three days of vacation. Ha, by the time the vacation is over, all of you battalion and platoon leaders will have almost finished writing a 6,000-word confession~"

(End of this chapter)