The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2473 Bringing the Whole Family
Within the ranks of those who follow others, there is an undisputed theory: regardless of whether they are followers or servants of fate, regardless of their innate abilities or mutated bloodlines—

Omnipotence is incompetence.

The degree of control over prayers and the abundance of resources inherently determine that it is usually difficult for subordinates to achieve perfection. They can only choose a certain direction and go down a dead end. In a narrow sense, even Li Cang, Lao Wang, Li Lei, Tai Xiaoyi, and a series of rebellious sons cannot escape this vicious cycle.

It's already quite rare to find a combination like these Fate Servants, with their offensive, defensive, fast, and powerful abilities, all assembled in the Third World Line. There's really no reason to expect them to fight a truly spectacular comeback battle while hungry, especially when their skills are banned and they're at a complete disadvantage.

However, although the Third Line is inherently brutal, at least one benefit can be explored by the trapped followers using the scale of life: the activity and growth range of alien life and even alien life chimeras are relatively fixed. Here, a desert is a desert, whether in terms of resource composition or life composition.

"So we're going back to that storm belt?" Old Wang kept stuffing snacks into his mouth. For the expected liveliness, his way of dealing with it was to make every cell in his body feel full and continuously store energy: "The little bit of strange tide behind us doesn't even feel like enough to fill a tooth gap for you, old man!"

"Back to the storm belt? Did you see any near-domain level or behemoth species there?" Li Cang's eyes never left the battlefield below: "Is being a garbage collector something that orbital line experts like us should be doing? You, surnamed Wang, need to learn to be more compatible with higher levels. You should know your shame!"

"Hey buddy, haven't we picked up enough trash?" Old Wang grinned, "My mother's surname is Zhong!"

"Pharaoh!"

"What!"

Li Leisi beckoned: "Come here, come here, I bet you 5 cents that you can't bring back that big head with pink fur and a green tail intact!"

"Ha! What a joke! I wouldn't do that for a mere five gold seeds—"

"boom!"

Old Wang crashed straight into the midst of the infected corpses like a cannonball, facing the sparse swarms of alien tides behind him. He was a one-man army, unbreakable. Let's not worry about his appearance; after all, the difference in aesthetics between people can be greater than that between a person and a dog. Just his imposing presence was truly intimidating.

With a shake of the hammer, the floating landmass beneath their feet trembled, and brilliant sparks flew as geological fragments collided with each other, while rubble and soil cascaded down from the cracks like waterfalls.

"You have five minutes to prepare what I need, or pack your bags." Li Cang instructed San Gouzi to gather the remains of the infected, glanced at the time, and said, "I will be leaving in five minutes."

"?"

A group of trapped subordinates nearly suffocated.

Having witnessed only a fraction of Li Cang and his group's strength, his words at this juncture were almost devastating to the city, a kind of humanitarian catastrophe. Those who were interested were overjoyed, those who wavered sided with one side, and those who were not interested were filled with suspicion and uncertainty.
At least two-thirds of the trapped followers hurriedly packed their belongings, preparing to follow the other side for a slim chance to make a comeback. As for the remaining third, there was still a vast expanse of alien tides waiting outside to explain the pros and cons to them. Even if they managed to defend this empty city, their remaining manpower would pay an extremely heavy price.

"go!"

The charming woman, Maggie, squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth at the bewildered faces of her team.

You've ruined everything.

There's no one more despicable than you in this world, Suka. You look like a human being, yet you're not going to do even the slightest thing human.

Even the conservative Maggie has entered, so the trapped followers no longer need to play the game of "the city is our life" anymore. Even those who don't want to abandon the city can only grit their teeth and accept it.

At times like these, the most steadfast opposition comes from the refugees who have just been granted entry into the city. How could they possibly be willing to leave the city when they are so overjoyed? The only problem is that no one will allow them to stay here.

Whether they were cannon fodder, reserve grain, or part of common prosperity, they were driven out of the city like sheep, howling and screaming, embarking on an unknown journey.

Large and small floating platforms, simply repaired and cut from high-orbit geological debris, were towed by land-based or flying servants of fate. They were loaded with various supplies, and the group of people, carrying large and small packages, were a grand procession. Some were numb with despair, while others had longing and hope reflected in their appearance.

Of course, these are just the unremarkable standard configurations. What really catches the eye are those huge, high-horsepower tractors, with the diesel engines roaring loudly, the tracks rattling, and the towering chimneys continuously spewing out black smoke like dragons.

Old Wang opened his mouth: "Damn, these guys are all geniuses!"

“We were fortunate enough to discover some fuel reserves,” Maggie explained. “These bulky machines aren’t difficult to build; the challenge lies in acquiring the materials. Moreover, using them doesn’t even require worrying about attracting the attention of those peculiar beasts. Compared to the flesh and blood and mutated aura of human subordinates, they have virtually no interest in these things.”

Richard, a lay Buddhist from Snow Dragon City, carried his deadly sniper rifle, which had long since transcended its fused, superhuman form and now looked quite ordinary. He approached the Snow Dragon City group and whispered, "How many people will die from this?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Sister G said, "Rather than dying in despair in that city, at least some of them can survive!"

Richard said, "I think I know what you're thinking. The maximum number of people authorized to return to the Messenger mission is only about a hundred, but there are tens of thousands of people in front of us right now!"

"Thanks for your kind words, but hopefully they'll still be able to gather enough people to return by then."

"???"

At the rear of the column, Old Wang was still exchanging opinions with the scattered and not-so-intense alien tides. Once they picked up speed, he sprang up with a single step, surveying the marching rations around him with satisfaction: "Hey, when will we be able to fight such a well-fed war in the Third World Line? Cangzi, you're really something!"

Li Cang searched through the various crude floating platforms, but naturally found no related alien products of higher value than expected. It seemed that people here lived for the day and didn't know what tomorrow would bring; any resources they had would be used up immediately.

"If nothing unexpected happens," Li Cang sighed heavily, "we need to pack up everything we can carry before we reach the next storm belt. We should also try to tame the native beasts here. We can't afford to lose out, absolutely not. By the way, you heard what those Snow Dragon City people said, right? We might need to wait for other Snow Dragon City messengers to arrive, or we might have to outlive them. Anyway, if we want to get out, we just need to make sure all the messengers are together, or we can find a natural exit." Old Wang's lips twitched: "I'm thinking that a little mishap might actually be a good thing."

Of course he knew that Li Cang was up to no good. Brother Niu and the hooded girl stood him up and didn't come to rekindle their romance. This damn guy was actually quite sentimental. All he could say was that greedy people were like that. At least when it came to gambling with their lives, the magician was an authority.

Li Leisi reached out her hand, and Lao Wang's lips twitched again. He reluctantly handed the woman ten gold melon seeds. Li Leisi smiled with disgust but also a little smugness: "Tch, I knew you were unreliable. I might as well have done it myself. Li Cang, are you sure you can catch fish even if you use them as bait?"

"We're already here, we can't go back empty-handed. If only the Sky Island were here too." Li Cang frowned, found a spot to squat down, and put his hands in his sleeves. "It's really strange. Before, the hooded woman was barking louder than anyone else, but now she's not making a sound. Has Aunt Xue possessed her?"

"Old Li, I have to remind you, those Domain and Quasi-Domain level beings from last time were all captured by Brother Niu!" Old Wang chuckled, "We're completely clueless about where those things are hiding themselves. Most importantly, they're not like those flashy, cheap women out there. They have absolutely no interest in you, Lord Orbital Succubus. What do you think?"

Li Cang shrugged, looking completely unconcerned: "I've already revealed my blood packs, all kinds of flavors, the fisherman will never go home empty-handed!"

"Damn! I admire your guts, even a rock like you has the guts to hold back your pee!"

Old Wang looked around and indeed smelled some familiar scents. Some were his own, some were Li Cang's, and some were the blood of the second son of the various rebellious sons, including Miss Qiu. Although he didn't know where this guy had hidden the blood packs, they had obviously been there for a long time.

"Look, here it comes!" Li Cang pointed behind him, his expression suddenly hardening. "Even if I have to grab a handful of dirt and pull out a blade of grass, it won't be a wasted trip!"

"Fuck your mother!"

The soil is naturally the original soil of the third line, and the grass is naturally a hybrid of alien life forms. In short, these are things that the hooded girl has warned about repeatedly, and they are also things that he has brought the magician here for the third time and still has not been able to take away.

Unlike the direction they came from, a huge, dark mass of flying units suddenly appeared on the horizon to the side and behind Li Cang's direction. The thing was like a chaotic storm of thunderclouds, recklessly and extravagantly squandering its energy in the Third Worldline.

"The locals in BYD are so capricious!" Old Wang's mother was both angry and amused: "What do you guys think of the taste of this stuff? Is it filling?"

Li Lei frowned and said, "I don't know if it will fill you up, but that thing looks really disgusting. Miss, I personally suggest making Zhang Zi and Cang Zi into sashimi, so they can have a good taste!"

Big G was still waiting for Richard's reply, but Richard put down his sniper scope, squatted down next to the floating platform, and started vomiting: "Sister, stop looking, I don't know what that thing is either. If you have to describe it, I'd call it a flying blob of mud!"

Compared to Lao Wang's choice of words and sentence structure, Richard's adjectives are incredibly subtle; he's practically a poet.

"Holy crap, Bro looks like a bat whose mother spent half her life rotting in a cesspool and whose placenta grew up!"

This is a permutation and combination that a decent person cannot understand.

However, when they saw that thing approaching from afar, they suddenly realized that this person was indeed quite accomplished in writing.

The flying, tattered wonton and dumpling wrappers are roughly shaped like bats. Some of them have only one wing, while others have two, three, four, or five, etc. They manage to give their nearly two-dimensional, simple, flat bodies a strange and random feel. No two snowflakes in the world are the same, but these things have common characteristics. Below their wings, down to the ribs and chest/abdomen that may or may not exist, there are long, tubular muscle fiber bundles. Their surfaces are covered with scales, and hair grows between the scales. The tips are spindle-shaped, without teeth, and roughly in the shape of seven irregular lobes.

"Scavenger".

"What the hell??"

“We call them Scavengers,” Maggie swallowed hard. “Even here, these things are considered quite terrifying. They eat almost anything, even bones that have been stored for who knows how long. The surrounding plasma cloud can extract and digest anything, and it’s one of their most common attack methods.”

"Damn it! I thought the bugs were attacking! Cangzi, you go!"

Li Cang expressed his curiosity: "You eat everything?"

"Ok!"

Open your mouth, Fenfeng, do you want some?
Food, my friend, food!

It's edible, but it's not that it's digestible. You can tell from Li Cang's satisfied expression as he raised his eyebrows that this stuff must taste pretty good.
Seeing this, Maggie gave them a look, and her followers wisely joined the battle. What they desperately needed to prove was that their value was not just about raiding nests, and that they were somewhat different from the refugees.

These people were quite familiar with these street sweepers, and even the tractors that Old Wang marveled at had weapons specifically designed to deal with them—nothing more than cannon fire and shotgun shells.

The enormous spherical shell contained a jumble of bone fragments of varying sizes. When it exploded and collided with the thundercloud storm brewing by the strange beast, it was like mud splattered on water, the murky color causing large patches of the thundercloud storm to partially disintegrate.

"clever!"

Li Cang clicked his tongue in amazement.

These bone fragments, which have been dead for who knows how long, have almost no power. The reason they can cause the thundercloud storm to recede is actually extremely simple and crude. These things are difficult to digest. Those flying spaghetti that are not picky eaters need to divert their energy to deal with food. However, they are not a whole. Some of the ones that are fed will slow down and focus on eating. Naturally, they will separate from the thundercloud storm, thereby weakening the power of the thundercloud storm.

With the bombardment of large-scale, high-yield shells, the sky-covering thundercloud storm was completely dispersed into scattered small pieces. Without the protective thunderclouds, and after being targeted one by one by Li Cang, the storm could no longer gather momentum and finally scattered in all directions.

"It's that simple. That's it??"

Maggie stared blankly at the chaotic scene before her, and suddenly felt as if her days in this place had been nothing more than a long and agonizing illusion.