The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2570 Crossing the River by Feeling the Way
If the blue and red bar armies from various bases are like this, let alone the various monsters and demons who were forced into this situation. In fact, these unlucky guys who were slapped by the giant vortex arm that erupted from the warp node are now so angry that they urinate yellow urine just looking at the ugly zombies and monsters wandering outside the camp.

this.
Is this what's called a blind spot or dark area?
Damn it, what is this? What is that? And what the hell am I?
Although the Storm Arms were so powerful that they were practically drained of their lifeblood, the fact that the alien life form chimera that emerged from there halved the number of survivors still terrified everyone. This was too damn scary. Guys, I have a question for you: are there really any decent people who would go out of their way to make a living in the third-tier cities?

In comparison, the "natives" who had been in the Third Front for who knows how long were much calmer. They were friendly, but with hundreds of thousands more mouths to feed, it was impossible not to panic.

These seasoned veterans have all experienced at least one era of the "two-legged sheep" (a term referring to people with limited mobility and experience). The danger level of humans is sometimes no less than that of the third-tier alienated life forms themselves. At least, alienated life forms are not good at squeezing out the remaining value before physically draining and depleting humans.

The resources in the third-tier area are hard to describe; they're not exactly fertile, but they're not exactly scarce either. However, most normal humans who come here still rely on the drop points of the warp storms to survive and gather resources. After all, the contamination in the third-tier area is already extremely severe, and unless absolutely necessary, there's really no need to further aggravate the contamination by consuming local specialties.

So, to be fair, boxed lunches are indeed a problem in the industry.

With hundreds of thousands of people and their horses fed, it's estimated that only the zombies and monsters outside can be properly fed. Hoping to open treasure chests by triggering the Flood Storm is completely unrealistic. I've heard of people starting with just one bowl, but I've never heard of anyone starting with just one bowl.

That night.

The camp was bustling with noise and the sounds of gunfire.

The red and blue sides have been lying low for years, seemingly intending to test their mettle here. However, as Mr. Lu Xun said, even a few thousand pigs would be enough to keep you busy for a while, let alone a few thousand people. The subordinates have keen senses, and almost as soon as they make a move, the others immediately notice the slightest movement.

"From the base! Are you crazy? What are you trying to do?"

"Fuck, what on earth is going on?!"

"Never mind that, let's fight our way out!"

When the time comes for revenge, it seems inevitable that there will be a familiar period of muddy waters. Moreover, since there are already conflicts between certain races, nationalities, and forces, it is a good opportunity to settle old scores and new grudges.

The chaotic battle, mainly fought by messengers from various factions, continued until dawn. However, there was no clear day-night dividing line between the three lines, and the sun was not visible. The only difference was the brightness of the light. The unlucky survivors and natives, who were completely unaware of what was happening, were trembling with fear.

The difference between professionals and amateurs is immediately apparent. Even if they had the ability, they wouldn't want to get involved in the struggles between these Dragon City messengers. However, as the saying goes, you can't simply choose not to get involved in things that happen in this world.

"The bugs have invaded the third line! Our compatriots are on their way!" After everything was over, the red and blue sides clearly distinguished themselves, and their voices sounded like the kind of buzz-cut image you could sketch in your head: "And you are the only bridge between the first and second lines and here. The world doesn't need you to save it, but when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. Now, it's time to choose your own destiny: to live like a human being, or to be dragged out by the bugs like a pile of shit!"

Silence. A long silence.

The first sentence completely bewildered everyone, whether they knew the truth or not. They thought being thrown into the third-tier city like trash was already an unbearable burden, but who would have thought that after surviving such a disaster, there would be a follow-up attack? Is this third-tier city some kind of paradise that even insects want to come and taste its saltiness?
"You came here as messengers, relying solely on the fact that you can still leave. But what about us? Most of us standing here have long been stripped of our status as Sky Island members and subordinates. Whether we are eaten alive by the Third Line or torn apart by insects, what difference does it make to us?"

"Yes, we're already dead. If conditions allow, we'd like to have our bodies intact. Please let us go!"

"You have no idea what this place really means. I really hope that after seeing the alien life form chimera and all those other weird and terrifying things, you'll still be so determined to kill these bugs!"

"That's right. What happens here is none of your business, let alone ours. Humans have no right to concern themselves with it. Here, even our innate abilities are severely restricted. We've been reduced to this state, so what can we possibly do?"

The voice, as square as a buzz cut, was neither humble nor arrogant: "First, the passage between the outside world and here has been established, so the environmental rules near the passage will definitely be rewritten or even reshaped; second, our understanding of the Third World Line far exceeds your imagination. Our compatriots in the First and Second World Lines have always been paying attention to this place, as have you. Now is your chance to redeem yourself from the Third World Line; finally, I think some of you already know, yes, that person's name is Li Cang, Li Cang of the C standard!"

"what?"

This is the third time.

"No way, are there really people in this world who are this desperate? What is he after? What's the point of this third-tier city?!"

"Who the hell are you talking to? Don't you know any manners? Call me 'Sir'! Sir is a noble person, and may your name be remembered forever in history, bringing you both fame and fortune!"

"Does this mean there might actually be a chance for us to be saved?"

"Well, that's not necessarily true. I heard that the last group he took away didn't have a very high survival rate."

"But they really took it out! And they didn't even charge them a handling fee!"

"Forget about the fees, I'd rather have a rope around my neck and be led out of here, as long as I can get out of this hellhole!"

"emmmm"

With his hands pressed down, the man with the buzz cut ignored the absurdities being discussed and declared firmly, "What we need to do now is excavate our surviving sky islands, build floating platforms for smelting furnaces, and plan our route and prepare rations. I believe those in other storm nodes are already doing this. This time, we're not just a million people; everyone from both timelines is heading here, not to rescue you, but to defend our home. We'll be here, using the suppressive and confinement effects of the third timeline, to fight the bugs to the death!"