The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2476 Kindness and Kindness
"Damn it, you've ruined this guy's reputation!"

Old Wang stared wide-eyed at the black screen of calamity beneath Li Cang's feet, drooling with envy, wishing Li Cang would crash on the spot like that thing.

So-called sword control, uh... sword control hammer... sword control and hammering techniques... whatever, who the hell can't do that? Do you think you can understand my push-back feeling, my acceleration, my violent aesthetics?

Adhering to their consistent principles of elegance and affability, the two first exchanged warm and friendly greetings before going their separate ways.

These marching rations are precious; they shouldn't be wasted on such inferior resources with extremely low expectations. Or, to put it another way, if Li Cang had the confidence and strength to thoroughly investigate that hooded woman, he could find out all sorts of things. Why would he be here being so stingy and hesitant?

Several Demon Mountain Lords laboriously carried out the carapace fortifications of the Explosive Rebel Beast, devouring the surrounding flesh and organs without any restraint. The rising crimson energy flowed, interacted, and dissipated among them, staining the flesh and blood creations with patches of festering, pitch-black sores.

"Whoa~" Old Wang's eyes practically lit up with a blue light when he saw it. He grabbed his hammer and charged straight at Li Cang, determined not to stop until he'd smashed Li Cang to pieces like his childhood piggy bank: "Our combo attack, ahh, here you go~"

"Bang!"

The hammer and the great magic wand struck solidly, unleashing boundless brilliance, the blade's intent dancing wildly, and the aura of the gorilla weaving together.

The surrounding tangled mess of flesh and organs was instantly shredded by the blade's intent, and then melted away under the spreading crimson mist. The texture was like a giant sebaceous adenoma being squeezed out, with blood, flesh fragments, and sticky yellowish-white fluid flying everywhere.

Old Wang discreetly wiped away the tiny bit of blood from the corner of his mouth: "OI, that Analgin, clear the area, dig him out first!"

At this point, Li Cang is probably no different from Analgin; a strong medicine only temporarily or semi-permanently reduces his maximum health. Better to live a miserable life than die. If Da Lei's condition gets worse or more serious, they might have to resort to this traditional technique again. The principle is pretty much the same. This job is clean and hygienic, and they are very familiar with it.

Lord Moshan's army was strong and his marksmanship was unparalleled, but they were not professionals after all. Expecting them and a few mere three dogs to do such a high-level project that would make even the top two bosses light up a cigarette was nothing short of wishful thinking. The real hard labor was done by Old Wang from Licang, whose hand could melt willow catkins like a blazing fire, and whose hammer could hysterically tear everything apart, digging out the entire traveling party in no time.

"Those who aren't dead, all of you move over here! What the hell are you standing there for?!" Old Wang, wielding a hammer, wanted nothing more than to let those idiots he'd dug up experience the physical strength of a worker grandfather: "Damn it, all of you better be smart! If you've had enough, go report to Lord Demon Mountain! Don't you dare waste food!"

As it turns out, this kind of bone-chilling, terrifying oppression is exactly what's needed at times like this.

As soon as Old Wang shouted, a miracle happened. More than half of the seriously injured refugees, who had been lying on the ground waiting to cool off, suddenly got up again, looking refreshed. They rushed towards the empty physical center, which was devoid of anything except wisps of pale pink light, carrying their own weapons.

Painful stripping away.

An old man, using a skill that works sometimes but not always, is subtly altering everyone's perception system. It's not just about giving, assimilating, shielding, or dissociating; what it's really good at is taking away. It's just that some unscrupulous guy never even considered this aspect.

Those who were temporarily exempted from some of the pain experienced a brief resurgence of life, but unlike some berserk skills, it did not have significant side effects. In other words, its only side effect was that after a certain time scale, all the pain would be returned in full, in accordance with the law of conservation of energy.

As we all know, pain, strictly speaking, cannot be the primary cause of death. Emmm, those unlucky souls who were bypassed by the evil fire under Old Wang's blade are not included in this category.

The number of people has decreased by about a third.

The survivors, still shaken, stared at the struggling, writhing abyss of flesh carved out around them, at the grotesque, enormous fleshy plants atop the dome. As they did so, it was as if they sensed this gaze; the parts of those organs representing the eyes—whether in the torrent of flesh on the ground or the even larger entities atop the canopy—twirled and radiated eerie, almost tangible, force fields, following their gaze. Like water slowly flowing across ice, accompanied by a rustling, teeth-grinding sound of ice forming, countless, slender, fleshy tentacles suddenly radiated from those eyeballs of varying sizes, waving wildly. These things were of limited length and could not be used for attack; their function seemed solely to express some emotion, or perhaps, to resonate.

In normal vision, almost everyone stood frozen, their bodies swaying as softly as if responding to the tendrils of seaweed. Dark blue veins bulged and protruded on their eyeballs and under their eyelids, looking so ferocious that they seemed about to burst out with blood at any moment.

"presumptuous!"

"Lang~"

Two voices emanated, one from the shell of the self-destructing anti-mega-beast, and the other from the ethereal and elusive sound of the void.

Liliana came in aggressively, then glanced meekly in a certain direction before quickly rolling away with her snake tail curled up.

All the eyeballs and eye-like structures, along with their clusters of flagella, solidified simultaneously. Signaled by an extremely faint, watery burst, the countless, densely packed eyeballs crackled and popped. Within the enormous eyeballs, thousands upon thousands of tiny eyeballs appeared and burst one after another. Even smaller eyeballs proliferated and divided exponentially until everything was transformed into a shimmering, muddy sky that engulfed the earth.

Old Wang almost vomited on the spot from disgust, and said from the bottom of his heart: "So far, this is definitely one of the most powerful attack methods I have ever seen!"

"Maybe not yet~"

Suddenly, Old Wang felt a chill run down his spine and his hair stand on end. Instinctively, he swung his knife. He saw that the eyeballs, which had split and disintegrated to the size of glass beads that children could play with, were exaggeratedly enlarged, their pupils turning grayish-white and blind. Around them, one to a dozen small mouths filled with sharp teeth and claws opened up, singing incoherently. They jostled and collided with each other, producing sharp metallic sounds like steel balls. Finally, they formed waves of water that poured down like waterfalls into the bloody, hollow flesh that had been eroded by the scorching wind.

"WDNMD!"

Old Wang's scalp tingled, and all the hair on his head stood up in an instant. He howled like a banshee, and the several half-ruined floating platforms around him were instantly destroyed. Although they had survived the bombardment of the disaster, they still couldn't escape Old Wang's wrath.

None of the floating platforms and tractors around him escaped unscathed. Under the chaotic hammering technique of the hammer, they were lifted into the air and disintegrated one after another. They were crushed and sharpened in the blazing and brilliant sword intent, turning into a flow of matter and a storm of metal, roaring like Old Wang as they bombarded everything in front of them.

Slurry splattered, and the viscous liquid stretched into strings.

The man-made cliff in front was instantly flattened, revealing a sea of ​​eyeballs and the tough flesh behind them. The empty gap radiated outwards in a fan shape for dozens of miles.

Master Li expressed his sincere approval: "Emmm, let me think, what is this thing most afraid of again?"

Logically, Old Wang, who was basically in a state of panic and rage at this moment, should have been out of his mind and unable to hear anything. However, he staggered as if waking up from a dream, and cried out in a trembling, desperate voice: "What the hell! How can you be so mean! Can't you just be a human being?!"

Ha, warriors are just vulgar and despicable!

How can increasing combat effectiveness be considered a loss? It's called a desperate battle, it's called a therapeutic effect!
The relentless barrage of artillery fire and the raging winds withstood the frenzied onslaught of the eyeballs. During this process, the only one who was seriously injured was Lord Demon Mountain, who was nearly bursting from the sheer amount of food and drink they had given him.

As the smoke cleared, Li Cang reclaimed the circulating Triadic Power, and the redundant portion gradually dissipated naturally in the harsh and greedy environment of the Third Front. However, the infection of the survivors present was already a foregone conclusion. If some of them were lucky enough, they would probably live to see the day when the Triadic Power distorted and cancered their own bloodline, which could be considered a peaceful death in a certain sense.