The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2327: Newborn
The Fanchen Pan-Island Chain Residential Airspace, the Free Wing Trade Zone.

"So, happy working together?"

"Happy cooperation!"

After a day's work, Hlang Neil was exhausted. The dome of the Fanchen airspace and the crystal curtain wall of the hall gradually darkened. With a gloomy face, he faced the bright lights that stretched like a mountain outside the crystal curtain wall, tapping his teacup with his fingertips: "Jinghua, have the proposals from the American Confederation Congress been sorted out?"

"Yes, it has been sent to your study." Shizuka Moriyama said, "In addition, you have a small meeting tonight for the Xavier Chamber of Commerce to move in, and there is also a dinner, which is -"

"Where's Carlisle?"

"Madam is doing maintenance and is waiting for you to receive the people from Xavier Chamber of Commerce."

"Where is Miss?"

"Miss, Miss may be in the casino."

"Being in a casino is better than going to a lesbian bar. I feel a little more comforted, right?" Helanger frowned. "Have you read those proposals? What else do they want besides forcing their hand in the free trade zone?"

"The other side accused us of losing a fleet in our airspace."

"Fuck! Ridiculous! Damn, shameless American bandits!" Helanger was furious, but soon calmed down: "What fleet? Is it possible that our people did it?"

"I've never heard of the Third Reich fleet. Besides, our people are very secretive and decisive in their actions. We would never touch such a ship with a history, let alone an armed fleet."

"Wait, it's not a merchant fleet."

"The information they provided is very clear. It is a large armed fleet with eight flagships. According to what we know, nothing like this has ever appeared in this airspace in the past year."

"Robber!" Helanger cursed again, then slumped down in a chair and drank tea. After a while, he said, "Have you arranged the entourage? We'll set off in half an hour!"

"Yes, it's the Holy See elite team that you trust the most!"

"Jinghua, you are the best assistant in the world. Without you, I don't even know how I will get up tomorrow!"

"Well then." Shizuka Moriyama lifted the front of her high-slit black cheongsam, knelt down on her knees and walked to Hlanger, resting her face on the inside of his thighs: "You still have twenty minutes, do you need me to help you relax?"

"Well"

Ta-da-da, Mrs. Carlisle and her entourage pushed the door open with crisp steps. She glanced at the heaving back of Moriyama Shizuka's head and crushed the ends of her hair scattered on the ground with the tip of her boots: "The people from Xavier Chamber of Commerce have arrived early. Lord Helanger is in a very good mood. How is it today?"

Helanger played with Moriyama Shizuka's long black hair and said, "The Confederacy of America has us in their grasp. I'm afraid they will have to take a piece of this trade zone."

"What about the rest?"

"Hiss, huh, don't you know the faces of those cowards? Your father was the first one to stand up and wave the flag and shout."

"Father." Mrs. Carlisle sneered, "Because he helped my mother to the throne!"

Helanger showed a strange look: "Isn't it to help you get promoted?"

Carlisle said bluntly: "When the old man was young, he was quite energetic. Now, he is just a slug who wants to play with anything that moves. My Lord Helanger, I think you'd better pay attention to the time!"

"Come and help me."

"For God's sake, I just spent two hours doing my skincare and an hour and a half putting on my makeup, Nora, serve my lord."

"Yes, ma'am."

At this time, several golden-armored figures that did not look like living people walked into the hall in an orderly manner, and the flowing liquid halo illuminated the darkness and emptiness.

Mrs. Carlisle's eyes were moist as she circled around them a few times. "Tsk, what a pity! They are just tools without any sense of romance. Neil, you are such a waste! You have wasted these strong and good seedlings!"

"They weren't like this before. They were not as talented as the great Helanger family!" Helanger was already fastening his belt. He kicked Moriyama Shizuka and Nara away, took a few steps forward, picked up the handicraft sword on the shelf, and knocked it against the golden armor man's crotch, making a dull metallic sound. "Now, they have completely lost their capital!"

Mrs. Carlisle insisted and ordered: "Nora, have someone make a few sets of armor in their image. Tomorrow, I want to see those things in the bedroom of our great Mr. Helanger!"

"Understood, ma'am."

Helanger turned around and lifted Carlisle's chin with his scabbard: "Madam, you are really my close confidant, and your charm is still the same as before!"

"Yes--"

"puff!"

Helanger suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood on Carlisle's face, and looked down in disbelief at the golden spear that was burning and corroding his body, so that Helanger, who was not weak in strength, did not even put up any resistance.

Amid the humming sound of high-frequency vibrating metal piercing the air, dozens of spears pierced all the people to the ground. The golden flames turned into a gorgeous scarlet red due to the burning of flesh and blood. The golden armored humanoid had no facial features and naturally had no expression. He stood there like a sculpture. Rows of golden armored people appeared at various entrances, dragging more corpses into the hall and displaying them in one place.

The scarlet flame had a twisted sacredness and purity, waving and spreading wantonly in the hall. Wherever the flames licked the ground, fine metal crystals precipitated out, devouring every corpse that was pierced by nails.

The golden-armored warriors were as silent as sculptures, but their armor began to wriggle and crack, as if some hot living creatures were awakening under the cold metal.

Before Helanger's blood coagulated, it was completely absorbed by the golden spear. His skin shrank quickly, and his bones turned to ashes in the flames, but the tip of the spear, which had extracted the essence of life, became brighter and brighter. Mrs. Carlyle's face was covered in blood, but her eyes were still open, watching her beloved daughter and the hated father being taken to the pile of corpses, thrown there like garbage, nailed to death, licked by flames, and the flesh and blood melted, revealing the white bones under the beautiful face.

Click.

With a dull sound of metal falling to the ground, the golden armors that first appeared in front of Helang suddenly disintegrated, and the golden armor covering the whole body cracked into dozens of pieces, revealing the hideous flesh tentacles and strange tissues and organs underneath, which were embedded in the pile of corpses with their fangs and claws.

The scarlet flame was burning, but what was presented was only a sense of almost liquid flow. The flame licked every inch of flesh and blood. In the cracks of the corpse pile, the remains of golden armor and the metallic flesh and blood veins were extremely vivid and alive, grabbing greedily.

The hundreds of remaining golden armors in the hall stood quietly, motionless, as if forming some kind of reaction sequence. The fine lines on the surface of the armor rippled like blood vessels, with some kind of liquid flowing through them. The air was suppressed by some kind of force field, making a low hum, unreal and heavy, filled with a sweet and fishy mixture of metal and flesh and blood, like high-temperature metal in a forge, or a corrupted organ.

After a few minutes and hours, when the chaos outside was transmitted to the hall, the last bit of warmth in the air was also sucked away, leaving only the coldness and the heavy ashes like rust after being burned by the scarlet flames, floating and falling to the ground.

The shriveled pile of corpses exploded instantly, raising the ashes again. Bunches of sticky, slippery flesh and blood entangled with each other, making a sharp and piercing friction sound like a steel drill and cable. It picked up the scattered golden armor under the pile of corpses, covered itself with it, and gradually formed a non-standard human shape.

“Mother!”

They all knelt on the ground in a row, wearing golden armor.

Judging from the complex emotional fluctuations such as excitement, fanaticism, admiration, etc., these golden armors at least retained a certain element of human subordination. However, even the transformed new mother herself did not agree with the abstract logic of calling the creatures hatched by their own hands mothers.

"Crack~"

The smoke has cleared.

The slender arm slowly retracted, and the front end of the elbow joint had completely lost its proper bone structure, with only seven long straps dragging on the ground.

A wide trench half a meter deep and hundreds of meters long was plowed into the hard and heavy metal floor tiles. At the end of the trench, the golden-armored leader who had called out "Mother" first had half of his chest and his entire face cut open by the claw, blood dripping from his body. He walked back to his original position from the corner of the wall without saying a word and stood still.

"Uh. Uh."

Mother let out a series of strange, sharp screams similar to the chirping of insects, as if she was practicing her language skills. The incomplete metal fragments wrapped around Mother's petite and frail body, shrouded in shadow. She might not even be taller than the golden armor kneeling on the ground, but the external light sources and the flames of the golden armor could not reflect the mother's figure and face. Only a bunch of pure white coral-like thin horns with graceful curves appeared under the halo.

After several attempts, Mother's voice correction was still unsuccessful, but the golden armors could already understand it without any obstacles.

"Yes!"

This time, I didn't mention the title.

The golden-armored soldiers scattered again, and the noisy scolding and cursing from the outside world, the roar of the servants of fate, the roar of naval guns and energy-matrix weapons were isolated by the suddenly activated self-protection force field of the trade hall.

Mother moved lightly among every shriveled corpse, table, chair, staircase, and antique ornament, her steps like dancing. Wall lamps, reliefs, oil paintings, documents, books, and currency, every thing in the hall could arouse her interest. She would even hide in the shadows, admiring the expressions on the faces of the people outside through the thick crystal curtain wall and imitating their movements. Apart from that, she was curious and indifferent to anything that happened in the outside world.

For three whole days, a total of thirteen different self-defense mechanisms of the trade hall were completely broken. Hundreds of golden armors relied on the physical structure of the hall and were engaged in a long battle. When they were about to be squeezed dry of their last drop of blood, an abnormal noise gradually spread to the center.

"What, why are they attacking us?"

"Damn it, that's the Omega-class strategic carrier of the Suarez Island Chain. Why did it appear alone in the attack sequence?"

"We are a free trade zone, a cash cow for these blood-sucking worms. Why would they unite to attack us?"

Eighteen days later, the entire pan-island chain settlement system was almost completely torn apart.

There was no longer any green, purple or blue outside, representing energy matrix weapons, no sound, only a solemn golden ocean.

Countless faces without facial features appeared, and golden armors with two or three pairs of metal wings poured in from outside the hall, respectfully presenting their injured fellows or their corpses to the Mother, followed by the servants of human destiny and alienated blood creatures, and then dragged in all kinds of resources and materials, even warships and transformed islands.

All of this, with the remaining buildings of the trade hall as the physical center, forms an ultra-giant ellipsoidal sphere.

Mother put her arms around her shoulders and curled up like a baby. Her whole body was radiant with a mysterious scarlet and purple glow. The complex structure seemed to have formed some kind of special energy conversion sequence, which instantly disintegrated the tens of thousands of golden armors gathered in the hall like a pilgrim.

The eye-scorching golden ocean disappeared, replaced by purple-red life capsules with metallic refractive index hanging above the dome. The extremely low-transparency follicles were wrapped in heavy mucus, and occasionally, under the reflection of the slightly flickering functional vessels, the centipede-shaped embryonic forms emerged.

After a few days, the follicle matures.

One by one, the humanoid alien life forms tore apart the follicles, jumped out, and landed silently.

Their bodies are blue-purple, their skin is crystal-like and almost transparent, and they have an extremely ugly and hideous huge spine hanging on their backs, radiating dense bones, blood vessels and nerve structures. Their eyeball structure is just a ball of thick plasma, and the horns on their heads are like crowns of thorns inlaid with gems.

They are over three meters tall, with a slender and long body, a tail that is more than twice the length of the body and covered with sharp scales. The tail is covered by terrifying snow-white hair, and their chest and abdomen are replaced by a total of seven pairs of arms and claws instead of all muscle structures. They radiate from the spinal structure on the back and embrace the chest, forming a graceful and strange typical female physiological feature.

Mother was suspended in mid-air, her eyes looking into the unreachable distance, she stretched out her slender arms and pointed at those transformed alienated bloodline lives, as if she was showing off.

"I offer you my flesh and blood from the beginning of entropy increase, Supreme Father. I wish you great success!"

The voices of the golden armors gathered into a tide, shaking the entire airspace. However, in this grand and solemn oath of life, it seemed inevitable that there was a hint of familiar abstraction mixed in.

The originally noisy and dazzling Fanchen skyspace was now completely covered by a layer of dark red gaseous substance that looked like molten metal. The light of the stars was distorted and refracted into sickly purple-red arcs of light, which looked like torn scars that slowly healed and then collapsed in the void.

Outside the trade zone, the wreckage of the transformed island and ships, the ruins of buildings and sky islands were floating, as if frozen by an invisible force. All the decay was more like a kind of parasitism. Their surfaces were covered with traces of radiation ablation and vine-like veins. Occasionally, a few scattered shriveled corpses still retained their postures in life and floated over, silently turning into a cloud of flying ashes during the collision.