The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2484 Murder
The energy glow of the Triad Force and the Asphalt Behemoth mutually corroding each other, rising and wafting the boundary between the horizon and the skyline, endless lightning fragments flowed through the fierce plasma clouds, crackling and dripping with tangible, fluffy embers, boiling like an alien, bizarre, active volcano in the world frozen by the Frozen Realm.

"Still want to come out? Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

With his unparalleled beauty and perfectly ordinary, undistorted smile, the succubus managed to exude a monstrous, tyrannical ugliness. We don't know how he did it, but he managed to make his followers' core ache and spines tremble. Despite the world's parasitic, symbiotic, and mutated forms, they fought on relentlessly without flinching. Now, that retreat has become a lifetime of PTSD.
The shadow of the threshold personality has almost materialized. The churning power of the three phases and the bloody wind intertwine and condense into a huge and hazy phantom, using a large magic wand as legs to suppress the asphalt monster in the distorted cesspool.

The ground rumbled and trembled, and the irregular active volcano seemed to explode, with gusts of burning wind and clusters of black crystals churning and pounding down below like a storm. The scene was so spectacular that Old Wang had already kept his distance, afraid of getting splashed.

The entire process lasted eighteen minutes.

The ground was like a scorched pot, with jagged, twisted cracks winding into endless depths. The pits were filled with dried, dark blue-black, cracked rice crusts, and wisps of smoke still lingered, like souls being exorcised. Everything had changed.

From beginning to end, many of its followers didn't even get a clear look at what that thing actually looked like. It came in as a lump and left as a puddle. The Mage didn't give it a chance to manifest its true form at all.

"Hiss~" Li Cang exhaled a breath of scarlet energy wind, his expression carrying the pleasant quality of someone who had just eaten. His stunningly handsome face seemed to glow, so even such a ferocious scene didn't make some of his female followers activate their anti-addiction mode in time: "It's nourishing, very nourishing, melts in your mouth. Next time we come to the Third Front, we won't need to bother bringing any supplies. It'll be too much to lose!"

Old Wang was filled with bewilderment and jealousy: "If you keep laughing at those women, they'll all have to go and exchange them for bitter tea seeds!"

"Nonsense!" Li Cang pointed to the ever-widening pit beneath the flesh-and-blood tree, scolding the Silver Ridge Beast while urgently shouting at the Serpent, "Scrape it down! Quick! I want to take all of these things with me!"

In other places, the Serpent Queen would be considered a local overlord, so it had no temper. It quickly went to dig holes and do the work. If it weren't born from the same mother as Du Shi Niang and Dao Mei, it probably wouldn't even have a job. It would probably have been sent straight to the mill by the magician to speed up its lifespan. After all, in terms of its bloodline abilities and skill characteristics, it was neither particularly outstanding nor a necessity among the rebellious children.

The Serpent's proficiency in maintaining its levitation field is far inferior to that of the Great Kun, but it is more than enough for this situation. Moreover, its size, shape, and limb structure are what they are, so it can be considered a skilled hand at scraping and ploughing the ground.

However, the flesh-and-blood giant tree and the mutated life forms attached to it did not give Li Cang enough time to ravage the land. Hundreds and thousands of dark blue-green behemoths pounded down, shaking the earth and blasting the ground beneath the giant tree with their own weight alone. The earth rolled like waves, and fragmented geological debris flew everywhere. Fire and lava flew together, and storms and lightning were one color.

"WTF? Shields! Raise the shields!"

"Force field!"

"Lock down all floating platforms! Hold on! Hold on! God help us!"

The giant tractors and floating platforms of the trapped subordinates, bound by flesh, anchor chains, and force fields, were swept away like an insignificant twig, and in an instant, they were buried in the flesh and blood and disappeared without a trace.

Only the subordinates' remarkable physical condition allowed them to barely maintain their health in such a geological disaster. After a brief collision between heaven and earth, the buried subordinates suddenly felt the soil above their heads being torn open and light falling down again. However, what greeted them was not their teammates or their destined servants, but a giant claw so huge that they could barely make out its entirety.

The claw has a deep, shimmering green color, filled with veins of varying shades of light and dark. Its surface is covered with sharp, triangular scales or skin arranged in a row from the tip to the back, giving it a ferocious and sharp appearance.

When they saw such a terrifying, deadly claw tearing through the soil and grabbing at them, one can only imagine the despair of the followers who had just escaped a kinetic energy attack of geological upheaval.

"Counterattack"

"It's over."

"Fuck, damn it, God, why are you doing this to us? What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?"

When the 8.12-meter-long shells in the hands of the subordinates slammed into the claw, it was like a ping-pong ball finally meeting its own paddle. The seemingly violent and powerful explosion didn't even leave a single scorch mark on any of the scales. The flames of the explosion bounced off the claw with a textured feel, defying the laws of physics. Only a fraction of a second passed between its rapid expansion and its complete annihilation.

One, two, three.
Watching helplessly as hundreds of shells and most of the energy attack skills vanished without even a drop of blood, the followers had no idea that the crude, riddled protective facilities on the floating platform could stop such a thing. They immediately abandoned all other concerns and scattered in all directions.

"Boom~"

A green bullet rising from the back armor of the Explosive Behemoth saved everyone's lives. Compared to the massive cannons of its followers, the 17.9mm explosive bolt, which seemed insignificant, pierced through the claws with overwhelming force, and a bright green halo rose behind the claws.

The piercing wail, with a sonic wave almost tangible, shattered the clouds and the flames of the explosion, followed by a tremendous earthquake that shook the earth. An even more ferocious and enormous reverse-jointed limb crashed down, its claws hooked like crescent moons, the sound of wind cutting through the air overwhelming everything.

"Go to hell!" Even more overwhelming than that was the billions of tentacles of the living page hammer, followed by a huge face: "Miss, are you alright?"

Although the young lady's voice was full of fatigue, she didn't forget to joke, "It's okay without me. It's just that I might have to eat more of the things I don't really want to eat tonight."

"Boom~"

"Damn it! What a waste of my young lady's energy!"

"Bite me? Bite me!!"

"You think you're doing a good job? Fuck you, see that big calligraphy brush in my hand? Today I'm going to teach you a lesson on how to pronounce words properly!"

Geological fragments were crushed into the finest dust by multiple violent energy fields during the earth-shattering earthquake, blooming with a dazzling brilliance that would never have been possible in this lifetime, with aurora dust clouds flowing and surging like waterfalls.

"This person... really..." Tai Xiaoyi shook her head, leaning on her SOP, both amused and exasperated. "Leilei, what do you guys call this again?"

"A god descending to earth? A divine manifestation before the people?" "Yes."

"It's lively outside!" Li Leisi lay sprawled in the medicinal bath tub, her whole body and even her legs swaying wildly with the violent tremors. Her leisurely state of mind was nothing like that of someone facing a life-or-death situation; it was no different from when she was soaking in the hot springs and sunbathing at Jinping Lake. "Ms. D, by the way, do you really have a D? This is more like an A at most. I think... cough... I think I'm already better. Can I..."

Dr. Carlyle, still breathless, lacked the courage to refute this behavior of speaking while standing, but that didn't stop her from feigning helplessness and managing to utter a broken English sentence: "NOT D! My name is Carlyle, and, no! please!"

Li Leisi:

"Hehehe, I told you she didn't have a D!"

Carlisle: "."

The young lady was probably used to it by now. She steadied Li Leisi's bathtub, which reeked of unpleasant medicine, to prevent the medicine from spilling: "Shut up. Even if you're better, you'd better stay here obediently!"

Li Leisi turned her head in surprise: "Old lady?"

Tai Xiaoyi's lips twitched: "Mother!"

outside.

Old Wang, who was ten kilometers in diameter—no, a ten-kilometer-diameter ball of ten-foot-diameter tentacles—was being tossed and kicked by dozens of giant beasts. He looked disheveled, but in reality, he was in a sorry state.

At this point, Lao Wang wouldn't dare use the dragging knife technique, as he couldn't maximize his damage output. He could only use this rough method to slowly whittle down their health. The reason was simple: he wasn't Li Cang, and he couldn't replenish his mana. It might feel good to act bravely for a moment, but if he couldn't kill these two or three at most in 180 seconds, he'd probably end up being someone else's 86000-second sex slave.

That's how experienced craftsmen are.
That's why cattle and horses have a strong sense of self-management; that awareness alone is enough for some heartless, idiotic capitalists to learn for half a lifetime.

"What the hell are you dawdling over?" The higher the damage, the greater the casualties. The stronger the Trinity Force, the lower the Mage's sanity. The lower the sanity, the higher the damage. The Mage's roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, scaring Old Wang so much that he almost died on his own. Then he heard Li Cang yell again: "So fragile, why don't you just operate and wait for me to heal you with my fatherly love?"

"?"

Old Wang, who was suspended in mid-air by a bunch of mutated, salty, sun-like tentacles, looked up, squinted, and carefully examined the things in front of him, inside and out, as if he were a giant humanoid radar.

A height of several hundred meters was nothing out of the ordinary for them, but this thing's weight was almost as terrifying as a hammer with the [Echo of the Dead - The Weight of the Soul] enhancement. Its body was covered with layers upon layers of resilient scales, and the earth-shattering density and defensive level even made Old Wang feel like he was the Demon Mountain Lord, who was devouring his bloodline second son and promoting the rebellious son.

Pain, despair.

These things wisely didn't continue to risk their lives to fill the cesspool of injustice in Licang. Instead, they chose to physically attack all living things and creatures-like beings below with their flesh and blood. They didn't have a particularly detailed or specific appearance, but their four legs, six arms, two heads, and three tails were fixed forms. Using this as a framework, it seemed as if they had randomly pieced together some sharp teeth, claws, thorns, shells, tentacles, and the like. So much so that even Old Wang found it difficult to describe them with standard terms. How should I put it? Like a lump of echinoderms that you could raise casually and that would grow randomly, uh, or plants.

"Go to hell!" Old Wang stomped his teeth and gritted his feet, assuming a standard starting stance with his knife dragged behind him. "You, surnamed Li, said it yourself: after this job, I demand a 24-hour vacation!"

"Bullshit! I told you to use the Blade Drag Technique, not to use your Fel Transformation!"

"Pfft~" Old Wang couldn't catch his breath, and instead his belly was filled with the intent of a sword, and blood even spurted from the corner of his mouth: "Damn you, you third uncle's grandmother, are you even human?"

A knife.

Like a planet collapsing, like the sun exploding.

The menacing, blazing flames, spanning dozens of miles of airspace, possessed their own gravity, dragging everything around them towards the fire, the light, and the air, forging the flourishing sword light into a tangible form of sword intent. Then, without a moment's pause or the slightest hesitation, they crashed down upon Li Cang's direction—

You better explain to me what the hell you mean by "the fucking fucking raging fury".

Old Wang was so satisfied that he forgot all about posing. He collapsed to the ground, flailing his arms and legs for a couple of seconds before finally getting up to admire the magnificent sight. He was certain that this strike was at least 30% more powerful than usual, no doubt about it.

"Boom!"

Regardless of the shockwaves, energy storms, and towering lights, even the giant flesh tree trembled noticeably. Countless long, winding, tentacle-like branches fell from the sky, their terrifying weight and density slamming them into the ground, creating crisscrossing cracks. The entire world seemed on the verge of collapse and shattering.

And then.
A sudden three-phase storm erupted from the ground, and Old Wang stumbled, struggling to swallow back the blood and pieces of his internal organs that filled his stomach.

I've worked hard to earn this money, bite by bite, and I can't just give it all away to BYD as tax money.

Damage reflection is a good thing.

Even more praiseworthy than the damage reflection is the injury itself. When the Mage is injured, it's basically like stepping on the gas pedal of a blood pump. After the damage reflection protocol is completed, all lucky units within a certain threshold share the Trinity Force and the squeeze of Blood Wind.
As the saying goes, we share joys and sorrows. In times like these, simply being alive is the greatest apology. Old Wang has never minded using such a beastly act of breaking into the house to demonstrate his ultimate diode-like qualities.
I'll just slap myself with a Ginseng Nourishing Pill and a Peach Card. Come on, let me see who's the lucky one who's more seriously injured than me.

Life is taken away, calcium is absorbed, and cancer and abnormal growth occur.
At least at this moment, no unit can withstand a deliberate attack from the capitalist, whose buffs are practically stacked to the sky!
"Tax paid!"

(End of this chapter)