The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2511 My Heart That Was Hanging in the Balance Is Finally Dead (Please Subscribe, Read More, and Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

The massive demon, as large as a small mountain, plowed across the battlefield, smashing a group of demons into pieces like billiard balls. The giant Kun Kun breathed fire through its chest, and Li Cang, as the arrowhead, held the giant magic wand and tore through the gravity fields that hadn't had time to fully unleash their power. His eyes had lost their luster and even their ripples.

Feeling listless and bored.

Perhaps, possibly, this is the kind of sudden "wise man's moment" that occurred when Old Wang discovered that his clone, while not lonely, was actually genuinely single. So you see, capitalists are quite empathetic creatures; they come from the masses and return to the masses, which is a great way to maximize the sense of immersion.

Half a dozen of the Demon Mountain's twin tyrants took the blame for their father without complaint, reluctantly taking over these ugly, tough-to-cook things. Ha, anywhere outside the Third World Line, if they didn't get rid of these things by firing a single shot, they would be considered congenitally deformed.

Fortunately, there's a whole bunch of belatedly caught and trapped followers behind them, and their fateful minions are just the right size and length to take the blame again. Taking over these sluggish, one-dimensional damage dealers is no problem at all.

"boom!"

The second and eldest sons of the same twin tyrant looked at each other, their expressions revealing a rather human-like bewilderment. Then, glancing at their weak followers who had been knocked over by a headbutt, the eldest son had already set up his single-shot sniper rifle, ready to implement a policy of encouragement and discipline, just like he had done with his unworthy little brother, the Fourth Dog. Well, this was a rare display of gentleness from the twin tyrants in their self-determination.

A soft sound.

The tall and elegant Three Dogs had already stood on tiptoe on the gun barrel of the Twin Tyrants, his fingers held to his lips, and his toes tapping lightly under his knuckles.

"Chi~"

The eldest son snorted dismissively, moved his gun away, and ignored his unfortunate subordinates.

Expecting them to understand that not every carbon-based monkey can have multiple health bars like their father, or to distinguish between single damage and mixed damage effects, is highly improbable, let alone the whole host of numerical and mechanic-related terms that follow.

Fortunately, these high-scoring but low-ability monsters, despite their high HP and defense, are not very lethal. Their simple output logic means they can't deal with these old, fancy followers. They were basically restricted in no time and had no chance to show the spectacular and dazzling attacks they had when facing the Mage.

As a result, even a group of subordinates who witnessed the event made some completely unnecessary strategic misjudgments about their own or the Mage's strength.
What does this mean? Is it a hallucination? Are we fighting the same kind of monster as Magic Lee? Are we too strong, or are they too weak, or is Lord Li Cang simply having a bad day and underperforming?
Very soon, very soon!
A group of followers lost their confidence amid a new wave of cannibalistic onslaughts; damn it, this isn't working.

In short, after much persuasion, a group of human subjects who were on the verge of insanity but had no choice but to face reality managed to barely hold off the deadly charge of the cannibals that had been thoroughly swatted by Li Cang Lao Wang. The two sides, each in their own sorry state, collided solidly with a loud crash.

In front.

The old father, blasted away by the giant Kunkun's breath, crashed headfirst into the horde of ogres like a cannonball, carving a trench in the process. Just as he was about to exchange a few words, two large, indigo-blue figures clad in furry animal hides, wielding enormous bone mallets or ramming horns, unleashed a blazing pillar of indigo flames that rained down upon him. "???"

Li Cang's old face finally took off from Bengbu to Wuhu. His rapidly enlarging pupils collided with the gaze of the two-headed, silly-looking cannibal in front of him. He was filled with rage and malice.

The black crystal cluster shot out from Li Cang's palm, piercing through the two-headed ogre. Each of its swollen, branching branches was adorned with the thing's disintegrated head, body, limbs, internal organs, and strings of colorful intestines hanging from it like cheap pearlescent paper ribbons. But this was hardly a misfortune for the two-headed ogre; the ferocious winds that tore through the earth like small volcanoes were the real nuisance.

"call"

Just as Li Cang exhaled a breath of stale air, his vision suddenly blurred and his body went numb. He was lifted into the air like a withered leaf in the wind. Everywhere he looked, there was a dazzling indigo plasma glow. At the densest point of the crisscrossing lightning was a bone mace in the hand of a two-headed ogre that Li Cang couldn't tell was any different from the previous one. It looked exactly like the ones he had bought wholesale from Timi.

correct.

Even if you exhaust all your words, Your Excellency the Mage would never admit that that thing is a staff that can be dual-wielded for spellcasting. It's utter nonsense; it's just a hammer.

The two-headed ogre howled, its massive, muscular body, at least two stories tall, swung its club at Li Cang. Radiant magical light radiated from the club into the air, creating a deadly net with more serpentine lightning bolts. Each flashing node in the net was a two-headed ogre and its club.

A dense array of electric fences, a dense array of giant clubs, a dense array of two-headed ogres.
"This is my tribulation!" Li Cang almost burst into tears. Nothing is more devastating than a broken heart; he felt his life was destined to end like this: "I'm facing my tribulation! I'm so stupid. Really."

The massive, cannibalistic demons wielded enormous bone hammers, their flames and sparks swirling like waves, charging towards Li Cang like sharks drawn by the scent of blood. Their enormous bodies were incredibly clumsy, their two heads each having their own thoughts, causing them to fight each other. They howled, spat at each other, and even tore at each other, but the intertwined storm of flames, sparks, and ice shards on each bone hammer never ceased, as if welded to them.

All I can say is that the impact of this scene on His Excellency the Magician was like a toddler who can't even walk yet jumping up and punching Timothy Tyson in the ear—incomprehensible, bizarre, and utterly terrifying.

“@#￥%…”

Li Cang's language system completely collapsed.

The crimson and pale white intertwined with the pitch black that seemed to devour light, like wisps of morning mist that roamed freely and menacingly, seeped from the earth and every living being. Thousands of threads, like a spider web, enveloped everything, wantonly seizing and eroding everything, revealing their desire to destroy the evidence and suck the marrow from the bones.

buzz~
The deep hum of the burning wind even drowned out the frenzied roars of the demonic tide, shaking the rubble on the ground and the fine dust in the air.