The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2477 The Great Wall in Desperation
If the size of a floating island chain is usually measured by the microclimate it generates, then the predation system of flesh-and-blood plants has actually achieved a relative environmental correction, especially under such a maddening and disastrous start as the third line.

The disaster tumor itself is not an offensive method. Its purpose is similar to Li Cang's dog-sea-spreading blood plasma cannon and plasma cannon to clean up the ground. In fact, it is to cook a meal. This thing is the pot, and Li Cang and his group are the meal.

The earth trembled and rumbled, flesh and blood pulsated and surged, and the grotesque, protruding shapes looked as if countless giant beasts were moving through them. The next second, the flesh and blood abyss where the group was located began to erupt like a volcano.

The murky liquid was nothing more than amniotic fluid and placenta that enveloped those grotesque monsters. The terrifying quantity and the massive size of the liquid, which was tens of meters thick and hundreds or thousands of meters long, instantly filled the entire sinkhole. The group, their floating platform, and the giant tractor were like bait thrown into an eel farming pond. Under the gnawing of countless gluttonous mouths with jagged teeth, they disintegrated and shrank rapidly.

"boom!"

The fel fire and fel energy, bound tightly by flesh and blood and giant tadpole-like creatures, rapidly expanded and exploded in a vacuolar form remarkably similar to a force field shield.

The enormous and ferocious hammer and scythe swept across all directions as they were dragged by chains, tearing apart flesh and monsters while simultaneously retracting at a constant frequency, carving ravines in the ground like the inner lines of a yin-yang symbol, dividing day and night. As they reached the side of the Bone Girl, black and white plague clouds and extremely cold waves suddenly expanded, reshaping the terrain once again into a giant abyss cauldron.

A giant pink elephant, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe.

Bone Girl, holding her scythe and hammer in both hands and a cosplay-style magic wand in her third, sat blankly in the tuft of hair on the back of the Silver Ridge Beast. Like the little skeleton demons peeking out from under her skirt, the soul fire in her eye sockets flickered as she looked at the matchmaker standing in front of her in the void, expressing a clear and pure emotion.

"Ang~"

With a twist of its head and a flick of its long trunk, the Silver Ridge Beast unleashed a chilling wind as sharp as a steel blade, blasting the Bone Girl on its back, along with a string of little skeleton demons, all of them off like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"Crackling sound~"

Another series of deafening explosions followed. Four black crystal clusters, hundreds of meters in diameter and distorted in shape, slammed straight out, shattering everything in their path and embedding themselves deeply into the flesh and monsters frozen by the icy domain. After a few seconds, they erupted a second time. The dense, sky-covering clusters of tiny black crystals seemed to multiply infinitely through mitosis, instantly tearing apart all the frozen matter within a radius of tens of kilometers, artificially shaping it into a chaotic, spherical, sea urchin-like jungle of thorns.

Li Cang took a deep breath, and his eyes immediately lit up with a dazzling crimson.

These flesh and blood tissues are so incredibly, so incredibly, so incredibly rich in nutrients that the blackbody crystal clusters are able to maintain their normal state and not disintegrate naturally.

Then, Old Wang struck again, and a third of the blackbody jungle was immediately wiped out. It wasn't that the power of the dragging knife technique was enough to destroy the blackbody, but rather that this thing could essentially be forcibly viewed as a materialized form of a cancer bullet with wave-color statistical properties. As the flesh and blood tissue responsible for maintaining its existence was destroyed, the blackbody, which required a massive amount of energy, would collapse at an exponential rate.

If fear and despair reach their extreme and don't turn into excrement and urine, then they have already become a kind of internal force, which can unleash unimaginable potential in a group of followers who are still barely surviving in the world. They and their fate servants casually pick up those shattered fragments of black body and rush towards their destiny with howling cries.

"Oh my god!"

Old Wang was completely dumbfounded. You have to understand, the blackbody crystal cluster is a super condensed state of three-phase power that has directly cracked open the lair lord's head in a physical sense. Getting close to this thing is obviously not a good idea. If you had any self-awareness, you wouldn't be so clueless. If you really wanted to be suicide trucks, why would you want to sit in a row and serve as fuel for the blood plasma cannon?

However, the situation developed in a way that surprised Lao Wang. Those guys didn't turn into zombies or become infected into a blood disintegration bomb immediately. They were still trying to live, waving the black fragments in their hands and expressing their opinions fiercely, arguing with those tadpole-like slimy monsters about the pros and cons.

"Emmm," Li Cang clicked his tongue in amazement, "The Silver Ridge Beast froze the surface of the Blackbody, forming a coating between the Blackbody and them. Wow. Is this what they mean by 'fools have good fortune'?"

The Silver Ridge Beast's ability to steal slots is top-notch, even among a group of rebellious sons. Compared to it, the Tomb Guardian Beast is like a primitive man baring his teeth at the Trisolarans. It can even take on a certain old father who doesn't want to reveal his name, and its continuous hatred makes the usually petty and narrow-minded Magician's molars itch.

The Silver Ridge Beast is insatiable and its demands on the Frozen Domain are boundless. The thin layer of ice attached to the black crystal cluster is two-faced, taking advantage of Li Cang and sucking the blood of its third-line subordinates. In this way, it temporarily isolates the two from direct contact in an extremely absurd and abstract way.

Although the Silver Ridge Beast is a deadly monster like the others and comes with a series of debuffs such as mental breakdown and soul destruction, at least it doesn't have a direct destructive effect on the bloodline of the subordinate. So, you unlucky carbon-based monkeys only lose a tiny bit of insignificant life force, while I, the dignified Lord Ling'er, have many more things to consider.

cough.
A group of followers may not be very strong on the third line, but they still have vision. At least they know how to choose a good weapon for themselves and a decent way of life.

With almost all related abilities banned, this place is the best place to hone one's melee combat skills. They wielded the long guns and short cannons transformed from the fragments of the black body, making them even more formidable. The continuous surge of strange currents from the flesh and blood tissue even gave the impression of being suppressed, and the fragments of flesh and blood were incredibly chaotic and unruly.

"You know what, you really don't know." The Page Hammer came to life, and endless, boundless chains of fel energy and tentacle-like Page Hammers swirled around it, expanding rapidly, instantly turning Old Wang's style into that of the Cthulhu: "There's a slight theoretical basis for the fact that these guys have survived until now."

"Boom boom boom~"

The massive tentacles, burning with raging flames, rolled and crawled, expanding the area infected by the black thorn forest and the icy domain several times over, thus allowing the black and white plague clouds to finally stabilize.

Furthermore, those giant tadpole-like mutated lifeforms were quite remarkable, seemingly possessing some special attribute. While others, even under normal circumstances, would require relatively whole corpses to succeed, their dismembered remains could be directly pulled up by the Bone Girl and transformed into plague servants, leaving the Mage in awe. As everyone knows, the Mage's progress from the first to the third tier is practically like coming home, and now even the opponents are practically throwing themselves at him. In a way, isn't this a perfect storm of favorable circumstances?
In just a few rounds, millions of plague servants were revived. The life level that Bone Sister could give to these things was actually quite ordinary. The problem was that their own material was too tough. Using their own spear against their own shield, they were all born from the same mother, and the scene of self-production and self-consumption was evenly matched!
However, this was only the first wave of the alien tide's attack. Following the tadpole-shaped parasitic monsters, a series of accompanying monsters, such as centipedes, toads, and bats, all appeared. Their variety was so rich that nothing was unimaginable, and their sheer number was so vast that it blotted out the sky.

Li Cang muttered to himself, "Is it another case of self-contained ecosystem?"

It seems that all the named monsters that have appeared recently follow this logic. It seems that this has become an unspoken rule on the path to advancement. To some extent, even if you, the mage, are of a certain level, you would still be held responsible.

"You son of a bitch surnamed Li, get to work!" Rather than controlling the hammer, it was more like Old Wang was continuously making disordered periodic movements like an electron within a ten-kilometer-diameter ball of tentacles, which rolled around wildly. His voice came from near and far: "I can't take it anymore! These disgusting things are so numerous, even the best millstone can't withstand an electric donkey pulling like crazy!"

"I now have every reason to suspect that you are alluding to your relationship with cows. Yes, I will submit these disobedient remarks to Miss Niu in a document with pictures and text for her personal review!"

"You son of a bitch, you motherfucker..."

An expert's words reveal their skill; sure enough, the atmosphere on the battlefield instantly became tense. Now, His Majesty the King of Xian is channeling his grief and anger into his strength, making it difficult for him not to exert himself fully.

However, the situation cannot be described as optimistic.

Having lost the same source link, the Mage has almost completely lost the ability to convert into cash. No matter how many cards he has, he can only use a few unfilial ones. In this place, even Qiu Gou Kun will be forcibly unloaded from its combined form. Unlike the Silver Ridge Beast, Gou Dan and Miss Qiu, separated from the Great Kun Kun, are just meat on the chopping board. If they are not eating for a second, they are definitely on their way to eating. Taking them out is not difficult, but if Timi starves Miss Qiu and Gou Dan and her daughter to death here, that would be a huge mess.

Li Cang sighed and threw a Poké Ball: "Go, Blade Girl!"

"Crack~"

With a flash of silver light from her twin blades, the Blade Girl, still half-asleep, leaped out like a proud reserve of food. Countless translucent, metallic, spiderweb-like substances seeped from every pore of her body, transforming into a grotesque, interconnected mass.

The three—Irelia, Serpent, and Tomb Guardian—coexist as one. Theoretically, as long as the floating island, which can be considered half a living thing rooted in the living father, doesn't degrade itself, it will be difficult to display the stamina and health of these three in the form of actual values. In this territory, Irelia is definitely not afraid.

Theoretically, Poké Balls are not suitable for high-ranking mutant life forms that still possess the ability to resist. Firstly, the Pokémon's rank is at the bottom; secondly, it belongs to the Fate Servant class; and thirdly, it is possessed by the Serpent. It can be considered that it was brought in by Li Cang through a small bug. However, when the Poké Ball shattered, the Pokémon, who had been holding back all the way, still did not have time to vent her anger. The harsh environment of the three lines directly destroyed her symbiotic form. The lingering connection between her and the Serpent was like a manifestation of quantum entanglement.

"Oh~"

All I can say is that on that sky island, there's no shortage of morning grumpiness. Dao Mei gave Li Cang a symbolic "oh" and a sweet smile, taking a moment from her busy schedule to soothe her father's emotions before flashing off to attack the enemy.

"This kid looks like my son!" Old Wang's eyes lit up. "Cangzi, if Dao Mei were to recognize me as her godfather, what would my relationship be with Ms. Du Niu? Cousins?"

Li Cang: “_”

The Blade Maiden's attack power is commendable, but like her unreliable father, the sharpness of her blade requires a buff from killing countless living beings. Her damage output and killing speed are simply incomparable to the two giant beast species, the Serpent and the Silver Ridge Beast, which are almost unaffected in their full-power form.

Old Wang, the Silver Ridge Beast, and the Serpent jointly shouldered the stability of the triangle, facing the alien tide head-on, and taking on the life-threatening burden for their subordinates who held their corner. The remaining part was filled by the Black Body Burning Wind, and with the subordinates holding Black Body fragments and their fateful servants, the scene once again fell into a stalemate.

However, compared to the third-line subordinates who, only now, were finally able to catch their breath and observe the battlefield situation more comprehensively before feeling despair once again, Old Wang was now only concerned with one question that made him feel extremely insecure: "When the hell am I going to get some food? When am I going to get a hot meal?"

Yes, even the indestructible golden body of the Primordial Unity has an absolute weakness.

With his belly empty and no sign of life, Old Wang thought about how he lost 30 to 50 pounds every time he fought a battle. This was a million times more painful and desperate than being unable to catch fish and going home empty-handed, with no little devil around to lend him some money or to buy some from the market.

A true man living between heaven and earth needs food, clothing, shelter, transportation, drinking, whoring, gambling, bullying men, dominating women, and showing off his virtue. I, on the other hand, evolved into this pathetic level not to starve.

"Next time definitely!"

Li Cang's tone wasn't entirely insincere, but it was certainly extremely perfunctory.

The power of the three phases washed over everything around it. With each breath, waves rose even without wind. For a creature like Lord Mage, even in a place like the Third World Line, he would not go hungry. In any case, the hungrier the old man was, the braver he became. You are surnamed Wang, I am surnamed Li. With a great enemy at hand, military orders are like mountains. Even a biological father would not be so protective of his offspring.

After several rounds of scorching wind, Li Cang was already quite bloated. He glanced at the only remaining Pokémon Ball on his waist belt, which was rusty and wouldn't last much longer. A hint of helplessness appeared on his face. He had eaten too much, and he hadn't had the time to lament his supposedly sufficient but still futile efforts in building spiritual and material civilization.