The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2453 Fire Thief

The death of divinity.

The way Chinese characters are arranged and combined in this way inevitably gives people a particularly distressing feeling. However, just like if you were to use your wild imagination to say that Kennedy died from invasive copper poisoning, there's actually nothing wrong with that.

It was handpicked by the little coin bastard, and it has everything: equipment, materials, skills, economy, and titles.

However, regarding divine beings, their theories and practices mainly come from the Corpse Weaver and the Medicine Ghost. The sense of oppression is simply too strong. Putting aside the Corpse Weaver, let's just talk about the Medicine Ghost. That guy is like a living dead. If it weren't for the Mage's iron body, he would be a Medicine Ghost Chosen Divine Bloodline by now.

So much so that these people felt a strange sense of unreality about Atharva Phobos's absurd and hasty death. Even if he had died and come back to life hundreds of times over ten days, so what? From beginning to end, they didn't even know where the red color in the twin divine blood tank came from or how it disappeared. It was weird, it was irritating, and everything was just wrong.

"Maybe this is the unique and excellent matchmaking mechanism of these little coins," Li Leisi muttered. "They're using us lowly minions like a match-3 game."

Old Wang gave a thumbs up and chuckled: "Hey! You know what, you really have to admit, the words of a cultured person are truly cultured!"

Li Cang nodded in agreement: "Rather than saying that we killed this divinity, I'm more inclined to believe that it was secretly taken by that little bastard in the end. Just based on the fact that after that thing exploded, it not only didn't dissipate but instead desperately siphoned the source of this airspace to form the so-called eutrophic divine remains, I can convince myself of that. Where in the timeline is there any logic to this? This is clearly just that the little bastard found an excuse to digest something and then symbolically gave it a treat, right?"

“How come you see?”

"Think carefully about what this thing has left us. The remnants of the divine body are flesh and blood, and the divine essence can barely be described as the stripped-off bloodline essence. So, what about the divine fire?"

"Eh??"

Liliana glanced at the astonished crowd, then slithered over to Li Cang's side with her snake tail: "Master, although it may not be useful, what I want to tell you is that beings comparable to pillar gods, in purgatory, might tire of life and choose to give up everything to reincarnate, be sealed by powerful enemies, or merge with their own kind or some great will or rule. But in fact, since ancient times, none of them have ever truly died. They are generally considered to be unable to kill themselves. If you try to verify this, the one in the mill, after being completely worn down, its remaining soul will must have produced an object that you could identify at a glance—either a crystal or a spirit like Lady Xi Niang. I don't understand the divine fire you mentioned, but in short, I didn't see anything that could be defined as a soul will in the remains of that divine being. And you seem to have realized that what should appear in the so-called divine pile is described as a 'projection,' right?"

Old Wang slapped his thigh: "That's right! What Nightmare, what Isola, what Ipoztir, they were all projections to begin with. It's fine if they're just a bunch of incomplete will projections, but their divinity is the real, original incarnation. I risked my life for them, so why should it be them?!"

“But there doesn’t seem to be a precedent for the little coin actively consuming resources.” Li Cang frowned: “It’s like the answers that thing gives are always ambiguous, somewhat misleading and deceptive, but has anyone ever seen it give wrong answers? This kind of thing would never be written into its thread!”

"Emmm, this..."

"However, what Nana said does match what we know. Part of the Corpse Weaver is currently on Mushen Continent. Ask Li Cang if he can find it."

"cough"

To be honest, once the topic has reached this point, there's basically no hope left. It's clearly aimed straight at stabbing the magician in the heart, lungs, and brain.

"Alright," Suo Zhihui stepped in to smooth things over, "Look at you all now, looking so pathetic, and you're still arguing, even in this situation you still want to argue."

"9494, are we still going to eat or not?!"

These three are beyond miserable; they're extremely miserable. So much time has passed, and the only one who can still be considered whole is Li Leisi. The old man, who always modestly boasts of his indestructible body, is now a pot of excellent bone broth in the young lady's kitchen. As for Li Cang, forget about flesh and skin; even his humanoid outline is just a forced mimicry created by the power of the three phases. Apart from his few spines, only his lips are still alive.

“Let’s go down into the insect hive first,” Li Cang glanced at the stilted house. “We can fix that thing later. The three of us should fix ourselves first.”

Old Wang's smile was undeniably wicked and arrogant: "So now I'm on the same level as Da Leizi?"

"My mother!"

"Mommy, Mommy, I'm hungry!"

Li Leisi flew into a rage, grabbed the ferocious dragon blade, and hurled it at him, yelling, "Fuck your mother!"

As the saying goes, when it comes to serious matters, I muddle through to conserve my energy; when it comes to nonsense, I'm full of energy and act boldly. I dare not accept any honors, and my greatness needs no further explanation.

Li Cang's lips twitched. Too lazy to even glance at him, several lackeys came out and carried him like a master towards the entrance of the insect hive. Inside the hive, they switched to a small, universal tablet, and the floating platform leisurely carried the group of people to Jinping Lake.

The whole world was quiet.

After this heartfelt and painful explanation of the consequences, the rebellious offspring were basically in a semi-dead state, just like their father. The insect hive was even more desolate and barren, littered with corpses, until the fire girl Liliana lit the fire, which brought a little bit of life back to the hive.

This time, Qin Zhenzhen didn't bother the young lady anymore. She just nestled to the side, watching expectantly. It wasn't until Li Cang patted her head and said something to her that her tears started flowing uncontrollably, suddenly like two small waterfalls.

Suo Zhihui, carrying a kettle and boxes of quick-acting life-saving pills, immediately changed the expressions of the three people: "We can't come, we really can't come."

"I'm perfectly fine!"

"Take it!"

Thank you for the invitation, but I will decline.

Compared to this stuff that makes you feel full after eating it, home-cooked meals are really a good thing. They're nourishing, and the principle of "like cures like" is the real way to nourish. What good is that timi stuff?

Suo Zhihui just smiled and sure enough, not long after, the young lady brought over the pot of mutated wild ginseng soup that she always kept on hand and put it down with a bang.

"My ancestors, shall we drink?"

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Old Wang tried to argue, implying that such good stuff shouldn't just contain various medicinal herbs from antelope horns, but should also include some oil and fat, for example, he thought the flying dragons being raised over there looked pretty good.

As a result, the entire pot of boiling soup was poured down his throat, leaving not a single dreg of the medicine.

Clang! Then two more pots were placed in front of Li Leisi and Li Cang, and the two of them finally gave up.

"Tsk, what a pity, no new ingredients were found this time~"

Li Cang leisurely sipped his soup, seemingly quite enjoying it. However, Da Leizi almost vomited after taking a sip. For a Yanchuan native who ate candied ginseng like a dessert to react like this shows just how monstrous the ingredients and how terrifying the medicinal properties were.

"You son of a bitch, you've lied to me again!" "Has the medicine gone bad again?"

The young lady hummed in agreement: "The formula for those mutated plants that the goldfish retrieved from the insect hive, which the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association at the base devised, uses mutated wild ginseng as a key ingredient. For ordinary followers, it might be both curative and deadly, but for you..."

Old Wang quickly sniffed it, then, amused himself, clutching his heart, exclaimed, "Poison! Ah! I'm dying! I need kisses, hugs, and being lifted high to get up!"

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The eyes of the group were filled with concern. The one whose body had just died and was not yet cold had one of the divine attributes that was poison. Anyone who knew even a little bit about this group would not be stupid enough to waste their time on this. The more poisonous you are, the more ruthless you are, as if you have the heart of a capitalist. They are just selling off their heads.

However, the young lady is still the young lady, and she dotes on Old Wang to the point of being extremely indulgent. With a blush, she actually risked her professional ethics and career to give him a fiery red lipstick.

Old Wang sensed something was wrong, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a shiny black pot bottom.

The young lady pinched his chin and looked him over from side to side before saying with satisfaction, "Hmm, this time it's a bit right. I've seen it on TV; when someone is poisoned, their lips turn completely black!"

"Huh?" Master Wang looked dejected, his old face drooping. "Forget it, it's pointless. When are we going back to the base? I miss my mom's braised pork knuckle!"

Li Leisi: "Heh!"

The young lady didn't say a word.

Li Cang merely glanced at him with utter disdain.

Old Wang then realized something was wrong. Thinking of the cold and indifferent world he had to face, he wailed in anguish, "Holy crap! I'm so sorry! My fake account is ruined!"

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Fissure space.

The "new floating land" formed by the dripping insect-like matrix and cancerous, deformed tissue has expanded to a diameter of 130 kilometers, while the storm cloud at its top covers a radius of 470 kilometers. In the face of such a thing, all disputes, conflicts, and intrigues become suffocating.
In short, the people of the world are united, the sun shines on the lush greenery, cattle and sheep graze in herds, camels travel in caravans, and even the usually arrogant Americans are willing to sit down and talk honestly.

No one could understand how that man-made object, which resembled an insect-like fissure and flowed with an endless stream of almost tangible energy, operated. They didn't even want to consider that the object was actually just a person on the other side.

"So," some clueless idiot suddenly blurted out, "the situation is now under control?"

control?

What kind of control is this?!
The attendees rolled their eyes so hard they were practically pointing to the sky. Some snorted coldly, others sneered. Then, the silence that had just been broken fell into an awkward, deathly stillness once again.

"Ahem!" The person from the America Confederation tapped the table, revealing a very sincere expression: "My old friends, don't you have anything to say?"

All eyes immediately turned to a certain spot, where several restless individuals sat, seemingly convinced that they should never be in this situation, along with the only mutated life form in the entire temporary meeting place.

Majestic.

Its body, which could be described as majestic, was covered with hideous and terrifying auto-armor. Sparks would fly from its arms and the mutated alloy tabletop. It seemed that every adjective related to violence and terror in the world could be used to describe it. However, in its hands, which looked like it could play with an elephant's head like a yo-yo, it was playing with a standard-sized, extremely cheap plastic Rubik's Cube. The screeching sound of the plastic bearings was so jarring at this moment.

A silence.

Captain Kang's once ramrod-straight posture suddenly seemed to exude an air of premature aging. He sat there ramrod straight, deftly flipping open a pristine white A4 sheet of paper to issue a security statement: "Regarding this incident, the team I lead will only carry out investigation, observation, and related research tasks. We do not advocate any political bias, will not interfere with any decisions made by any organization or individual, and will not participate in any conflicts of interest or armed conflict. We represent, and only represent, Base 3/7. We—"

The leaders of the America Confederation were utterly astonished, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets. They couldn't believe this guy had actually read that rubbish out so brazenly on the spot. Didn't you Chinese have no shame now? Damn it, Faker, don't you want to listen to what you're babbling about?!

"Huffing and puffing."

The crowd seemed to be playing deep, powerful accompaniment music, as if they were equipped with a single-cylinder diesel engine.

Indeed.

Neither side of the other side actually showed up. That person didn't even show their face. Only a nobody came, a "leftover god" who was focused on solving the Rubik's Cube. The key is, you, the mighty America Federation, can't even afford to offend a nobody.

As for Team Kang...
In fact, the people who had been traveling along the route were almost all assembled. Before they came, the higher-ups had given them countless instructions and had basically prepared for the worst. But who the hell could have imagined that a link from the same source would turn the plot into such a bizarre and messed-up situation? Kang Xiandeng had even come up with his own posthumous title and a three-and-a-half-line slogan.

"Your child is unfilial; loyalty and filial piety have always been difficult to reconcile."

"May our ancestors be with us, and may our unworthy descendants prosper."

"Comrades, the time has come for the Party and the people to test us."

Dignified, elegant, a fitting death, invincible posture, and then what? Then you were just pushed out to recite the script, right? I, Captain Kang, have spent my whole life walking on thin ice, walking on thin ice, I've been conscientious and dutiful, and in the end you bunch of sons of bitches don't even know how to be human anymore, huh? You're just a bunch of new recruits, like those dogs lurking behind, eager to see me make a fool of myself, huh? Dying is dying anyway, so let's all not live, not live!

"Click!"

Finally, the big zombie carefully placed the Rubik's Cube, whose face was unevenly mosaic-like, onto the table.

Everyone was startled, their eyes fixed on it. Yes, this creature possessed intelligence and the ability to speak.

However, the giant zombie's eyes were also fixed on the Rubik's Cube, and he slowly pulled out a bag of charcoal-baked mutated bones and mutated meat jerky sealed in three layers of kraft paper from his pocket, then tore it open—

"Crack, click, click!"

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Most of the people present were inwardly turmoil, wanting to run wild but unable to. In the end, they could only grit their teeth and think, "Who am I? Where am I? And why the hell am I here?"