The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2479 A thousand-mile horse is common, but a thousand-mile ox or horse is rare.
To the various heroes on the forum, confronting or even launching a full-scale war against the America Confederation was undoubtedly an act that seemed almost insane, but for Snow Dragon City, it was actually the only solution that anyone with a basic understanding of addition and subtraction could come up with.

Compared to Li Cang, who was both offensive and outwardly aggressive, the America Confederation was an ideal and timely target, and in some ways, even a peacemaker during the War of the Kings.

That mage is incredibly vengeful.

Therefore, Xuelong City had to face the same problem as the base: such a young man who was almost without desires and yet so powerful that he was almost unsolvable, regardless of whether he quoted the Four Lines of Hengqu, Li Cang was the true idealist.

He does whatever he wants.

If he were to show even the slightest dissatisfaction, the relationship between Snow Dragon City and Li Cang would likely come to an end. They have the strength and resources, but Snow Dragon City simply cannot translate these things into combat power during messenger missions.

Yes, they mentioned the messenger mission to Li Cang in a very casual way, but as the saying goes, leave a way out for others so you can meet again in the future. The true nature of the messenger mission is not as light as they made it sound.

Strength and prosperity do not come without a price.

Almost all the natives of Snow Dragon City are vassals of the Snow Dragon, a mythical dragon whose head and tail are rarely seen. Some of the Snow Dragon's stubborn excrement (garbage compressed packages) are solidified by them, and the Snow Dragon's oral parasites (flesh plants, i.e. alien life chimeras) are hardened by them. All messenger mission quotas, except for those who actively participate, must be made up by the natives. Once the internal cleanup level does not reach the predetermined value, the number of people required for subsequent messenger missions and the workload they bear will inevitably accumulate layer by layer.

Due to various reasons such as world line tides and subspace currents, most of those appearing in the airspace of Snow Dragon City are orbital followers. After several unsuccessful and hasty attempts, the leaders of Snow Dragon City finally and resolutely chose an unforeseen path:

Ruined.

Even during the most difficult times, Xue Long City never engaged in human trafficking, animal husbandry, or exploitative industries. Instead, they issued green cards to facilitate the operation of everything their subordinates needed, transforming the city into a counterintuitive utopia.

The reason for all of this is nothing more than the word "luck". The good fortune brought by completing the messenger mission is not a matter of blessing or metaphysics, nor is it empty talk. Rather, it is a real and existing balance of interests derived from countless bloody lessons.

The more innocent people they forcibly dragged in, the worse the situation tended to be. However, once the followers who voluntarily joined came out alive, especially the orbital followers, it was as if they had obtained a life-saving charm for the orbital line, and they advanced all the way with great speed. Even Snow Dragon City would benefit to some extent. The most obvious thing was that the danger and workload of the next messenger mission would be reduced to the naked eye. In addition, there were countless instances of Void Money, Material Flow, and Resource Tide actively throwing themselves into their arms.

After repeating this several times, even the dumbest fool would start to understand. After a period of sustained complacency and idleness, life in Snow Dragon City inexplicably improved, as if it had been blessed by Snow Dragon or some other, more unpredictable great will.

Until Li Cang appeared.

Until His Excellency the Mage intervened, it was a near-domain-level Fate Servant that nearly killed him and could unleash its full power in the Third World Line.

The servants of the Snow Dragon all understood this feeling all too well. Their continuous good deeds without expecting anything in return had finally brought them a stroke of good fortune and an explosion of luck. It was all preordained by fate. The benefactor that Snow Dragon City had been waiting for so long had finally arrived. He had really arrived, riding on auspicious clouds of seven colors.

What I'm saying is, in the eyes of a bunch of people who firmly believe in metaphysics, under this kind of fixed mindset and path dependence, what are you, America, anyway? You foot-washing maid, hand over your pledge of loyalty!

No one in this world understands the significance of the Mage's presence better than Xue Longcheng.

A professional player who once entered the Third World Line intact and then left the Third World Line intact!

The destined one who comes according to the Great Will!
Hey!

Putting aside the touching spirit of the leaders of Snow Dragon City, in short, their actions did indeed have a touch of inevitability within chance, and a rather fatalistic flavor. In just a few minutes of online arguments, they gained countless followers on the forum and were unilaterally defined as heroic units against the hegemony of the American Confederation era. This spark, which even the people of Snow Dragon City themselves might not have been able to react to, quickly spread like wildfire.

Only stakeholders within America's sphere of influence can understand that this is their only lifeline to turn things around. A trade deficit of tens or hundreds of billions is a matter of life and death. What the hell is the difference between this and economic colonialism? If they don't seize the opportunity to resist now, are they just waiting to be exploited, sold into slavery, and sent to human breeding farms?
In no time, America, whose home base was blocked by Snow Dragon City and subjected to overwhelming attacks, was surrounded by red flags waving everywhere in the Pan-Island Chain system. These people were not just talking nonsense on the forum; they actually put their words into action in a wide range and in a comprehensive manner!
Faced with this sudden gathering of heroes from all walks of life, Snow Dragon City, America, and the base were completely dumbfounded.

"No, wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

Let me sort it out.

"Where did this all start? Did we skip any key dialogue or plot points?"

At Base 3/7, Bei Zhikang and Wu Nansen each held a thick stack of reports, staring at Zhao Yang in disbelief. The expressions of these two shrewd old foxes who had been shrewd for half their lives were best described as follows: it was like watching their own unlucky kid flipping a coin while muttering things like, "Heads, I'll sleep; tails, I'll play on my phone; if the coin breaks, I'll go study."

It is utterly absurd and wicked.

What the hell is this? Are you all going to die of starvation or something? With the Zerg in the current situation, the events in the Rift Zone can more or less be considered a rare opportunity to unite humanity. Although I also really want to fight, it's because I've led soldiers my whole life!
"Boss, what do you say?"

Zhao Yang pinched his brow in pain, his expression unusually conflicted and conflicted. If it were any other time, given his personality, he would at least try to stir up trouble for Old Master Bei, if not fan the flames.

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Bei Zhikang sighed slowly.

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At this point, it's the third line.

Compared to the bustling, silent battles in first- and second-tier cities, the situation in third-tier cities can be described as peaceful and tranquil.

Beneath the fragments of the black crystal cluster, the bizarrely shaped fleshy plants, parasitic on their symbiotic organisms, possessed indestructible shells and unfathomable bloodlines, indistinguishable from paper in their fragility. The trapped followers unleashed unimaginable fighting power and voracious appetite. Yes, they even had time to eat now.

Although these parasites and their companions are all ugly in their own way, and taste terrible in their own way, these guys don't have time to care about such things when life and death are at stake. In this place, no matter how good the marching rations are prepared, they can't compare to the supplies that the native creatures can provide. In fact, for these trapped subordinates who have been immersed in the third line for a long time, it is much easier to accept this kind of thing that should be called food but is not really food than for the few lonely people left in Xuelong City and Old Wang of Licang. When you're forced to, what won't you eat? Some of them have even stewed their relatives, friends, fates and servants into the pot.

"Interesting. These things don't seem to have any infectious effect on them?"

Li Cang held a angular, bristly, and blade-like object in his hand. At least in shape, it was somewhat similar to a praying mantis. However, considering that it grew on a corpse-like creature, even a discerning mage like himself couldn't very well unilaterally and forcibly define it as orbital food.

"Clang!" Old Wang's hammer had returned to its standard seven-sided, seven-page shape. Compared to the animated, K-style design, it looked as embarrassed as a closed umbrella. His hands, feet, and hammer were completely entangled by a bunch of messy, fleshy creatures and parasites. He smashed a skull dozens of times his size with a single blow, then shook his head, the blankness in his eyes quickly disappearing: "People probably eat this every day. I'm just saying, can you stop using your lowly hobbies to challenge other people's professions?"

The trapped subordinates: "."

Although the words were rough but the reasoning was sound, they were far too crude, bordering on the veil of attacking the heart. A group of trapped followers deeply resented why the improvement in physical fitness was always accompanied by a shameless increase in sensory acuity. First, they listened to the pre-battle mobilization by the magician, and then Old Wang's deafening words. What the hell have we done to deserve this?

Big G's sword flashed, her stubborn face stained with blood, and she gasped for breath: "No one can withstand such a high-intensity, seamless battle. Can anyone tell me how they did it?"

"Sister G." Richard was barely alive by now. The biggest drawback of cyborg weapons is their extremely high dependence on energy. If the supporting facilities and skills are even slightly lacking, it's completely impossible to cope with the workload of this kind of job where even lackeys would have to pull out your spine to smoke. He gasped for breath, "Is there any possibility... that he... they..."

"Stop talking about 'them,' I can practically see your lifespan escaping from your mouth!"

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Watching the backs of Sister G and her companions risking their lives to buy him time, Richard wisely chose to shut up, trying to shrink behind his companions from Xue Long City, eating and drinking heartily to recover his strength as quickly as possible.

Big G is a very strong-willed person. She accepts that Old Wang of Licang is invincible, but she can't accept that the woman named Maggie in that broken city is more resilient than her. Is she now inferior to someone who has been tormented by the third line and whose innate abilities have been damaged?

While Big G was paying attention to Maggie, Maggie was also paying attention to her. While directing her people's offensive, she said, "It's different here than outside. If you unleash 80% of your fighting power, the rate at which your stamina is drained here will only be 80%. But if you exert 120% of your strength, then your stamina loss rate will become at least 240%, understand?"

Big G glared at her and said coldly, "Of course I know!"

"Hehehe," Maggie laughed. "You don't seem to have come in with them. You seem to still have traces of the outside world on you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You seem quite confident, as if you're certain you can get out of here somehow?"

Big G was startled: "What do you mean?"

Maggie shook her head: "It's nothing. It's good to have faith, but I advise you not to push yourself. What you need most right now is rest!"

"Boom~"

Maggie pointed her finger, and a barrage of fire, shimmering with an oddly colored energy field, immediately rained down. With an extremely precise lead time, it tore the sudden surge of strange energy in front of Big G's group to shreds, leaving them completely unscathed.

The densely packed plague servants in the newly torn battlefield stood up straight and rushed towards the surroundings, giving the seven remaining people of Snow Dragon City a moment to catch their breath.

Old Wang glanced at the few greenhorns, tilted his head, and, out of respect for Big G's considerable wealth, began to impart the life-saving techniques of a thousand-mile ox or horse: "Take a nap!"

"what?"

"These plague minions can buy you at least fifteen minutes, enough time for you to take a nap. If you're weak, practice more. Taking a few hits doesn't matter. If you're lucky enough to survive, you'll eventually be able to fight and sleep at the same time. But if you continue in this state, you won't live more than ten hours!"

"Sleep!" Sister G gritted her teeth. "You heard what he said. They have more experience than us in this place. The three of you sleep, and the four of us will keep watch!"

Richard and the other two looked at each other, gritted their teeth, closed their eyes, and endured the few blows without uttering a sound. It was unclear whether they had passed out or not. In their hazy state, they even experienced a sense of separation between their bodies and souls. Their bodies seemed to be asleep, but their souls were watching them from above at a 45-degree angle.

In the blink of an eye, when I opened my eyes again, an overwhelming sense of drowsiness and fatigue suddenly overwhelmed me. For a moment, it was even more unbearable than death. But then, this drowsiness slowly faded away, and my brain could clearly feel my body waking up inch by inch, restoring its functions and strength.

"Holy crap," Richard stammered, his newfound, half-baked interjection, "What...what happened? I really fell asleep? For how long?"

"Thirty-five minutes!" Big G pulled him up from the ground, her sword flashing as she severed the flesh and blood that clung to them like living things in a few strokes: "How are you feeling?"

Richard's face was full of wonder, and he clicked his tongue: "You can keep sleeping! You can even fight! What kind of sleep compression package is this?"

Big G: "Let's go ahead! Let's give it a try!"

"it is good!"