The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2472 Mjolnir
Compared to their previous aggressive tactics, Li Cang and Lao Wang's attitude this time can be described as indulgent. As the saying goes, with every gain comes a loss, and lowering their stance and compromising is truly out of necessity.

Business is about making money.

What bad intentions could they possibly have? They simply brought firsthand information about the infected individuals' picky eating habits and incidentally purchased some hardware and daily necessities. It was a purely selfless relationship, devoid of any personal emotions, and they were even quite kind. Whatever choices these people made was their own business, and Li Cang had no right or obligation to interfere or protect them.

The crystalline core of the infected creature exploded like several thunderbolts, detonating the skulls of everyone present. Anyone with a basic understanding of survival in the Third World Line could easily see the destructive power and lethality of its former owner. Even those accustomed to the rapid evolution of Third World Line alien life forms could not help but feel a series of pessimistic and even despairing negative emotions from the irrational leap of the infected creature's flesh and blood. Behind the seemingly casual description was a camp of one or more trapped followers being slaughtered like livestock.

“We…we need more time to discuss and consider,” the alluring woman said. “However, as a token of my gratitude, I am personally willing to transfer one of my surplus light-load floating platforms to you. Floating platforms are not easy to carve out; they require a lot of manpower, and I myself have very few on hand.”

Another person added, "I have a few idle griffins that I'd like to exchange for some Fortune Coins. They eat a lot, so you'd better be prepared."

"I want to go with Teacher Cang!"

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Everyone in the room was stunned and looked toward the bear-like man with a thick beard.

"Chernko? What do you mean by that?"

"Wait, you know them too?"

"WTF?"

The burly man, easily over three meters tall, exuded an aura of adult playhouse just by sitting in the room. He nodded to Li Cang and Lao Wang, saying, "Maggie, as a friend who has worked with us a few times, I advise you to think carefully before making a decision. Think it over, use your brain!"

However you may think about it, this is still a decision that goes against the wishes of our ancestors.

There's a reason why the trapped followers can establish camps here and persist for a year and a half or even several years. When they gather, they're like a blazing fire; when they disperse, they're like stars scattered across the sky. Except for temporary disintegration when the gathering of people causes a large-scale anomaly, camps like these always gather the largest population in the third line and maintain the highest survival rate. Better to live a miserable life than to die. What kind of decent person would bother to go out and find food for no reason?

People looked at the silent Chernenko, hoping that this usually taciturn and honest fellow could give a reasonable explanation.

Chernenko lived up to expectations and, unable to withstand the pressure, said, "Going with them isn't safer than staying here, but at least there's a chance of getting out! I've had enough of this damn place. Even if I die, I'd rather die on the way out. It's up to you, I'll go with them!"

Old Wang was deeply moved by the Russian's euphemism, which was seriously inconsistent with his physique and appearance. That timi was not only something else, but it was also not safer than staying here. It was clearly a matter of life and death. Staying here would at least give him the possibility of defending the city, and he would not be forced to enjoy all the debuffs that the magician was like a leech.

cough.
But we still have to give face to the Mage. As for his theory and practice that enemies are nothing but chickens and dogs and teammates are even worse than pigs and dogs, Chernenko is well aware of it, but he just doesn't want to say it out loud. Those who understand, understand; those who don't, you'd better never understand.

For the subordinates who had been trapped for years, Chernenko's words seemed quite frank. Regardless of the background of these newcomers, whether they were veterans or repeat offenders, their strength was undoubtedly formidable. Indeed, who would want to suffer as a Lord of Cinder in a place where not even birds would bother to defecate? If there was even the slightest hope, they would be willing to burn themselves out for it.

"I'm leaving too!"

"I also."

"Demons! They! They are demons sent by alien races and realms to wreak havoc on our City of Hope! The ancestral spirits have already revealed it! They are tainted with the energy fields of the insectoid race and heretics! They are calamity! They will attract hostility and destruction—"

The alluring woman immediately covered her face, feeling ashamed and childish.

As if it possessed life and intelligence, the hammer automatically sprang up from the ground's chest and, in full view of everyone, smashed several old, dark-skinned men who were driven mad by their frenzied dancing, excessive use of spices, and even more drugs, onto the ground, piling them together and then pressing them down again.

"How dare you pfft!"

Several old black-skinned worms coughed up blood and struggled like worms with their bellies upside down, but of course, it was all in vain.

Oberg, the man in animal skin who was freed from under the hammer, went from being barely breathing to full of energy in an instant. Almost disregarding his own life, he scrambled away from Old Wang and his hammer, retreating all the way to the door. Only when he no longer had the strength to push the door open did he hurriedly pull out a packet of medicine from the animal skin and shakily pour it into his mouth.

"Mjolnir!"

The same word spontaneously arose in the minds of the group of people in the stew restaurant.

Oberg and the charlatan couldn't even withstand the weight of the opponent's hammer, demonstrating the appalling difference in their strength. If the difference in their power were to be expressed in numbers, the sheer number of zeros would likely require them to travel to Chengdu together.

"Damn it, all those brains you have are useless, and this is all the comprehension you can get?" Old Wang grinned in disgust. "I do know a remarkable person, though. How about you pay a token referral fee, and I'll reluctantly put in a good word for you?"

“Emmm, if Mattinis weren’t the high priest, his level of awareness would be enough to join the party!” Li Leisi wholeheartedly agreed: “You’re both into primitive religions, look at him and look at you. Next time you communicate with your ancestral spirits, don’t offer sacrifices, just take one from yourself!”

Let's be frank and stick to the facts. Look at how Mattinis understands the true meaning of the existence of the Holy Spirit in this world. And look at how well he's doing now. Not only is he thriving, but the offerings and sacrifices he makes to those above him every day would be enough for you to live off for half your life. Could you handle that kind of intense communication? If Mattinis were to establish a branch of the Ancestral Spirits 3/7 base, the higher-ups would probably all have to agree to it!

Just as Ruhr was bringing out various dishes that he claimed were passed down from Chef Xu but didn't smell very respectful of his teacher, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, two people tumbled and crawled in from the city gate sentry post.

boom.

The sturdy bone door slammed directly into the face of Oberg, who was lying half-dead beside it. The poor man in animal skin didn't even utter a sound before passing out.

No one cared whether Oborg lived or died; all eyes were now focused on the two sentries.

"No, something's wrong! Outside, outside!"

"Boom~"

Old Wang held a glass of wine, his ears filled with the sharp, explosive sounds of flesh tearing through the air and the strange smell of clothes and equipment being burned at high speed. The cheap wine in the glass emitted wisps of white steam as the cold wind blew in from outside, making it seem as if it had been boiled.

"Here he comes, here he comes. What did I tell you?" Old Wang put down his cup, sighed with maturity and composure, and walked over to close the door. "Cangzi, you should know your shame. You have to take responsibility!"

Li Cang grabbed his chopsticks and was about to dig in: "Me, take responsibility? What responsibility do I have? I gave them plenty of time to react!"

"Holy crap? Is this even possible?" "Stop talking nonsense, are you going to eat or not? If you're not going to eat, get out there and get to work. We have a transportation vehicle now, so try slacking off again!"

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Chaos has begun outside the city.

Don't forget, this isn't just an isolated floating island sandwiched between landmasses. There are also sprawling refugee camps outside. The resources inside are limited, so they're unwilling to shelter those outside who aren't strong enough. There are no physical barriers outside, and the rudimentary fortifications in the refugee camps are probably not even qualified to serve as cannon fodder in the face of the alien tide.

"Survive!"

"Resources are limited, and life is precious. Only those who survive are qualified to enter the city, and only those who survive are qualified to become one of us!"

"This is your only chance. Remember, you are not cannon fodder; you are fighting for your own survival!"

Perhaps to persuade others, or perhaps simply to provide a respectable excuse for such cruelty, in any case, this was what the people in the city shouted as they launched their defensive offensive against the alien tide, turning a deaf ear to the wailing, lamenting, and cursing outside.

"Sister, will they die?" Julia asked.

Li Leisi, holding Yulia's small hand which had just been wiped clean but still had a bit of grease on it from the stew restaurant, stood on the city wall. Her expressionless face broke into a bright smile when she faced Yulia, who was barely up to her knees: "Yes, they will all die. Luck is also a kind of strength. And you, my little friend, you are very strong. I hope you can be as strong as I hope you will be!"

“My sister is even stronger!” Yulia said again. “My sister only lent me a little bit of luck, and my mother and I were able to survive!”

Old Wang gasped: "At such a young age, how come you're already making such wild predictions? Which master taught you this? Do you even know what kind of person this woman is? And you're still relying on her luck?"

Li Leisi's eyebrows shot up: "What do you mean by that, you surnamed Wang?"

"Heh~" As the saying goes, all crows are black, and those who know fifty are laughing at those who know a hundred. Master Wang felt that he, being fifty-fifty, still had a lot of say on certain established facts. I, Wang, am more confident than you: "Oh ho, here it comes!"

Leading the way were dozens or even hundreds of elderly, ragged, and emaciated infected beings. When their bodies twisted and swelled up instantly, it even gave the feeling of a raging sea.

"There are only a few infected individuals. Deal with them and don't let them attract the alien tide!"

"Suppressive firepower, use hard armor-piercing attacks, and shatter their own armor first!"

"Servant of Fate sequence, prepare!"

Rows of wooden-handled bone spears, thicker than Old Wang's arm, were loaded onto heavy crossbows. The winches emitted a series of ear-piercing friction sounds, and the sound of the many subordinates shouting and turning the winches made Old Wang eager to try.

"You know what, you really think it's this one, it really is! Those guys with pent-up anger are making me cough!" Old Wang grinned at Li Cang: "Let's get started?"

"Make them open the door!"

"What?"

In response to Old Wang, a beam of foehn wind rose from the ground. The foehn wind, no more than a person's length in diameter and insignificant compared to the infected, tore through the earth and clouds, standing there in orderly rows. In just an instant, the area in front of the camp was filled with scattered crimson embers, and pale calcium energy, like heavy smog, clung to the surface and floated incessantly. The flowing and twisting traces were as if some kind of terrifying beast was being conceived below.

At this moment, even the sound of heavy crossbows firing giant arrows seemed to disappear.

The crowds inside and outside the city stared in astonishment at the rare spectacle until the thick, long wooden-handled bone spear smashed the exposed bluish-black bones of the infected body, and the sound of the explosion was heard, and cheers resounded through the sky.

This damage was certainly not enough to kill the infected directly, and apart from a very few unlucky ones who were instantly killed by a critical hit from the magician's incredible luck, it was difficult to even seriously injure them. However, it was enough to make the city's followers open the gates and let people out as if it were an imperial decree.

Old Wang winked and said, "Tsk~"

Li Cang stubbornly insisted, "The living population is the only resource; that's my expected return!"

"Ok!"

"They can help me attract more material!"

"Yes!"

"Them... what do you mean?"

"It's boring!"

However, as far as Lao Wang knows, the person who brings the magician is just like this: he takes a heavy-handed approach to the sustainability of divinity, but is always obsequious to ordinary people. To date, one of Gou Hai's primary orders is to disarm without killing. To be honest, such behavior that seriously affects the efficiency of exploitation is simply incomprehensible to the meticulous Li Cang. Hmmm, could it be that this is some kind of ritual that he is trying to preserve the human element?

Old Wang thought Li Cang was still too indecisive. If it were according to his master's idea, we wouldn't care about those outside and those inside. To be fair, we'd randomly select half of the lucky audience members, strip them clean, light them like sky lanterns, and hang them outside as bait to fish! After we've done this job, we can enjoy some peace and quiet, and then we can eat steak and drink red wine to our hearts' content. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Don't worry about whether they're dead or not, just tell me whether the rest of them survived!
Yulia: "Sister, they've entered the city! They won't die!"

Li Leisi held Yulia's small hand: "Listen to your sister, they don't have to die now, which usually only means they'll live a worse life later."

Tai Xiaoyi's face paled: "Li Cang, he... he wouldn't be planning to take everyone with him, would he?"

Li Leisi nodded and said, "We can only squeeze a few drops of blood out of ourselves. But if we bring all these marching rations, it will be a different story. Supplies along the way will come to us on their own."

"At least...at least they chose a way out, right, Leilei?"

"They had no choice."

Even after being battered by Li Cang's scorching winds and raining down arrows, the fate servant sequence of the trapped followers was torn apart like paper in front of the infected. During the hour and a half of the battle, at least hundreds or thousands of fate servants died completely.