The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2471 The first generation

Different paths lead to the same destination; at this very moment, Raymond was also thinking the same thing.

"Damn, what a talent!"

Despite Raymond's skinny, monkey-like appearance, he has served as a human gatekeeper here for a full year and a half, despite the constant turnover of his subordinates. How could he possibly lack skill and experience?

He knew all too well the oppressive feeling of these randomly spawning wild bosses. Without exaggeration, he didn't even need to open his eyes; just by smelling them, he could tell that this seemingly ferocious fathead fish was the one on the moral high ground among the group of guys opposite him.

In fact, when Raymond glanced at that handsome, smiling skinny guy, he almost bit his tongue off. After that, he didn't dare to lift his face again.

The year and a half he spent as a humanoid gatekeeper in the Third World Line was definitely the most unforgettable five years of his three-year life. His innate sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth senses saved him from countless life-threatening situations, and transformed him from a devout Christian into a steadfast and powerful materialist warrior. Damn it, luckily I actually checked the almanac before going out today, and it came true, doesn't it? In a way, I'm a spiritual Chinese person too.

In short, Raymond abandoned the city gates and led the Explosive Beast to an open area, bowing and scraping as he said, "There's another large-scale spill over over the storm belt? You don't look like you came from a settlement. Perhaps this is your first time in this area?"

Old Wang chuckled, exuding arrogance: "When I came here a few times before, this place didn't even have any subordinate hideouts yet!"

Raymond gasped, his lips trembling: "This...this place...can we really get out of here?"

Old Wang glanced at him: "You can't!"

Raymond thought for a moment, the glimmer of light that had just appeared in his eyes gradually dimming: "You're right."

Old Wang: "Did the island get lost or sink?"

Raymond pointed bitterly downwards: "It sank, it burrowed under the landmass, we can't sense it anymore."

With Raymond's explanation, the group gained a general understanding of the layout of the place.

This is a camp of trapped followers that has been established for about two years. At its peak, it had more than 100,000 people. Currently, the population is around 12,000. Fluctuations in numbers are normal. A single storm can bring tens of thousands of people with its explosive impact, while a sudden surge could reduce the entire camp's population to almost zero.

There are no rules or power dynamics here; it's all about survival. People are struggling to make ends meet, and everyone is doing their own thing. They've barely managed to reach an agreement on a division of labor based on headcount, taking turns working in the city or scavenging for trash in the storm circle.

The concentration of people can indeed bring fighting power. The only problem is that the appetites of the subordinates are not matched with the consumption level here at all. In addition, the refugees outside who have little ability to survive have made the small animals around here very popular. They are so popular that they need to eat them at every meal.

The city's followers basically depend on the storm circle for survival. When they are lucky, the supplies brought back by a few teams are enough to support most of the city. When they are unlucky, they may not even be able to bring back the amount of flesh they have lost, which is equal to the number of people they have lost.

In this place, even powerful figures who come with a five-stage destiny servant embryo sometimes go hungry, very often.

"On our way here, we killed a group of infected followers, dozens of them. Judging from the direction they were heading, they were coming this way." Li Cang asked suddenly as he followed the smell into a stew restaurant, "Do you have any ideas about those things?"

Raymond bent even lower and rushed to open the door: "They were probably driven out of other camps. Those things aren't very powerful, just difficult to deal with. Once they're found, they're usually driven away."

"Not that impressive, tsk." Old Wang's lips twitched, and he winked at Li Cang: "So these guys have been here for over a year and haven't encountered that thing yet?"

As soon as the group entered, they heard a burly man wearing an apron shouting from inside the stew restaurant: "I'm in business here, I don't take living people. If you like this kind of food, go outside the city and stew it yourself!"

These words were quite impactful. Yulia and her daughter shuddered and froze, completely at a loss for what to do.

"Ruhr!" Raymond nearly choked. "Are you crazy? Open your dog eyes and take a good look!"

Ruhr probably realized that these people in front of him weren't the kind of people who randomly picked a few tender white sheep from outside the city to try and improve their meals. He stuck out his neck and said, "I don't accept anything except the Coin of Destiny. I have wine, and you can bring your own ingredients. I'll charge 15% for processing the ingredients!"

Old Wang chuckled: "Hey buddy, these days, you, Old Black, are charging 15% for cooking just two dishes? What kind of skill do you have? Is this some kind of state banquet?"

Ruhr was very stubborn: "I am a disciple of Master Xu. Master Xu was one of the first elders to leave this place. He is very particular about things. If you eat my cooking, you may be able to leave this place intact like Master Xu. Not to mention, there is also top-quality homemade ale and vodka!"

"Pfft~" Old Wang spat out the cheap grass seed and moss wine he had just taken a sip of: "Who, who are you talking about?"

Ruhr looked down at him with disdain: "You wouldn't know either, Chef Xu, Xu Jiu!"

"Huh? 'I'll use my own hands to make your belly bigger'?!" Old Wang muttered, "Awesome! When did that happen? And he even left it as a tradition."

Ruhr was also stunned, his eyes nearly bursting open from their sockets: "How...how did you know Master's ID?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know I've eaten his cooking? How the hell am I supposed to know? You fucking say how the hell I know!"

This sentence, both in its literal meaning and its specific implications, was clearly too complex, completely shutting down the old black man's brain. His expression was ferocious, both ferocious and stiff.

Big G looked at Ruhr and Raymond with sympathy: "You...you don't actually know them? You really don't??"

Ruhr and Raymond: "Huh?"

Wait a minute, wait a minute, should we get to know them?

Big G stopped talking and quietly found a table to sit at. Richard, being very obsequious, went over to fetch a glass of wine for Big G.

Old Wang glanced at Li Cang, chuckled sympathetically, and got straight to the point: "Now that we're all here, you big beasts should take a break. I see those gossips outside have already gone to call for reinforcements. Perfect timing. You tell them to clean up that unused flying beast platform; I'll take it all. As for the people, those who want to come can come, and those who don't won't be forced. Anyway, we won't be able to stay here for more than a few days." "W-what do you mean?"

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Mr. Wang suddenly felt a little melancholy.

What I'm saying is, it's really difficult to get things done without connections. To be honest, I guess that guy surnamed Li will have to put another black mark on my record. But as the saying goes, an honest person doesn't do things in secret.
Li Cang glared at the guy, casually tossing out a few crystals, letting them swirl in the pirate cup made of tin, wood, and cow horn: "Since none of you have seen them before, they must be a newly mutated species. I think they must have wiped out a sizable follower camp before they could transform and grow. Otherwise, there's no way to explain the tendency of these infected follower groups to target normal followers. This is clearly caused by their long-term diet. As for their numbers, I imagine they must be quite numerous."

"This"

Upon seeing these glowing crystals, Raymond and Ruhr were horrified. The power these things carried was completely different from what they knew of the corrupted beings, as vast as the difference between a grotesque zombie and a mutated insect-like scythe-wielder.

Raymond scrambled out, while Old Wang, ignoring all that, gathered a bunch of bizarre, ghost-tale-like local mutated creatures and handed them over to Ruhr to deal with, meaning he'd eat and wait: "No fun, no fun at all. This return trip has turned into a nightmare for me again. I'm an ancestor, you know! And the thought of this place being blown up by the Mage's Chambers later makes my heart churn!"

"I'll have Brother Niu measure your length in a bit~" Li Leisi chuckled directly: "You two are always inseparable, how can you be sure that someone else's is definitely Li Cang's?"

"So that's how the phrase 'alone and lonely' is used?"

Lost in thought, Ruhr led a large pile of things around the large oven and into the open kitchen at the back. He was banging and clanging away, seemingly fiddling with something. Soon, the stew restaurant was bustling with noise. First, a burly, bear-like man with a thick beard lifted the curtain and came in. He was clearly taken aback when he saw Li Cang, nodded in their direction, and found a place to sit. It felt like the room was instantly half-filled by him and Old Wang. Then came several dark-skinned old men and women dressed as witch doctors and shamans, their bodies covered in skulls and bone clubs, making it hard to tell who was older. After that came groups of three or five trapped followers who at least looked strong and were dressed somewhat normally.

Finally, Raymond closed the door and drew down the thick curtain.

He forced a smile, his lips twitching: "I've tried my best to explain everything to them, but there's no real leader in this city, so the situation might be a bit complicated, you..."

"Step back!" Several dark-skinned old men, their bodies covered in various bird feathers and animal fur, adorned with jingling skulls and bone clubs, spoke in unison in a strange tone: "I believe it is time to consult the ancestral spirits. Do not interrupt!"

Suddenly, a slender, snake-like blue-green flame rose from the fire pit in the middle of the stew restaurant. Several old black men, who seemed to be conjoined, started singing and dancing around the fire pit and flames like broken springs that had been forcibly pulled apart. Throughout the process, some parts of their bodies remained connected by some lingering thread.

"Heh~" someone scoffed sarcastically, "You've made a fool of yourselves. Don't bother with these old fogies, they've already lost their minds!"

The slender flame suddenly burst into flames, lunging at the speaker like a venomous snake. The speaker was furious and tried to get up, but his female companion at the table patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, elders, you must be careful when you consult the ancestral spirits. If the ancestral spirits punish you, it will be very bad!"

"Oberg," a man dressed in animal skins introduced himself, then looked at Old Wang: "Raymond said that you not only just came from the storm, but have also been here before. Do you know how to get out?"

Old Wang fiddled with the pirate cup, which was about the size of a child's head, looking somewhat distracted. He scoffed, "Don't you guys know that yourselves?"

The man in the animal skin immediately darkened his face and decided to drop the pretense: "In a place like this, not just anyone can protect their sky island. So, sir, I would like to ask where your sky island is?"

Old Wang shrugged: "It's not like just anyone can bring their own sky island in here. Those things are pretty expensive. It would be so embarrassing if you accidentally lost it!"

The man in the animal skin stood up: "I don't see any point in continuing this discussion. These guys have absolutely no sincerity!"

"boom!"

A strange-looking hammer plowed over the man in animal skin. No matter how much he struggled and roared, the hammer pressing down on his chest remained almost completely still. Instead, his chest flesh was torn open with a gruesome gash, his bones creaked, and the ground beneath him began to collapse.

"Who are you?" Old Wang walked up to him with a smile, looked down at him, pulled up a chair and sat opposite the female subordinate: "Flying beast, floating platform, our demands are very clear. We don't have time to argue with you bunch of unlucky bastards. Whether you live or die is nobody's business. Now give me the stuff, and I might give you a token reward!"

The female subordinate who had stopped her companion was alluring. She withdrew her gaze from the man lying at her feet, whose eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and body were spurting blood, and whose animal skin was covered in blood. Her eyes seemed to be hooked: "The way you look at us, sir, doesn't seem like you're looking at living people. You seem very sure we won't survive this?"

Old Wang tossed a few crystals into her glass of wine, then raised another glass: "Shall we have a drink together?"

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"what do you say?"

"How many more things like this are there?"

Old Wang was overjoyed: "When you asked how many of these things there were, you'd already lost most of your courage, hadn't you? You look like a man who could easily bear children, it would be strange if you died in this godforsaken place."

"Zhong Jianzhang!!"

"cough"

Now it's all good, now it's everyone's turn to be happy.

The ever-reckless and reckless Old Wang silently dragged a chair to the corner and sat down, continuing to unleash his damnably irresistible domineering charm. He grumbled, "That's how things are, that's how the situation is. I've made myself perfectly clear. Whether you stay or leave, you bunch of bastards, figure it out yourselves!"

No one laughed, but someone asked, "Would you be willing to take us out?"

"Which eye of yours saw that? Gouge it out!"

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