The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2574 The Confidence of the War God in the Shit Pit
Compared to that group of insects, this group of insects is not necessarily much more human-like. One has an exoskeleton as solid as a rock, while the other is shameless and makes a big fuss. In a way, both of them can be considered virtuous and talented old artists.

It was just a minor social death, not a fatal injury.

However, as is well known, the journey to the front lines of a war against the Chinese is far more dangerous than the front lines themselves. Even for insects, this fatal weakness is gradually exposed in battles against another group of insects.

Lord of the Nest.

This large group of key structures has been unable to descend through the rift passage for some shady reason. In short, whether it's due to personal connections or other reasons, it just can't get through. This thing has nothing to do with size. Even if the Lord of the Nest stomped his teeth and started eating white food to lose weight, it wouldn't make a difference.

Under the barrage of numerous and excessive mental disturbances that could be described as a plague, the once-rigorous order of the insect swarm rapidly crumbled. The Lord of the Nest, however, was unable to issue effective commands due to the long delay. But for a creature like Lord Mage, who possessed an external brain capable of making individual adjustments within a massive army, it was no use even if the stitches were out of order, let alone the formation being thrown into disarray.

but.
This is the Zerg! This is the Zerg that can tear apart warp points and devour world lines!

Mental pollution had absolutely no effect on their physical strength. In short, after a barrage of gunfire in which neither side suffered a single injury, they engaged in another barrage of gunfire in which neither side suffered a single injury, and then yet another barrage of gunfire in which neither side suffered a single injury.
To put it bluntly, there were hardly any living creatures in the entire pit, let alone any. Casualties? What casualties? Please explain what the hell constitutes casualties.

This seemingly endless combination of Xiahou Dun and Louis XVI would make even Ultraman flash his lights at a glance; that's true despair. Any individual's power placed here would be like a drop of water in the ocean—meaningful, but not much.

"Fighting these kinds of battles all the time is really going to give me PTSD!" Old Wang, who had just finished eating, looked at the Zerg swarms all over the world, shuddered, and felt utterly bored: "Although I didn't plan to leave this world alive, I should at least get through the three most important things in my life!"

Master Wang's major life events
Damn it, washing feet, bullying men and women, showing off in front of others—compared to the seemingly inhuman Old Wang, Old Wang's major life events are indeed much more human-like; at least every single one of them is inseparable from the element of humanity.

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Old Wang let out a long sigh of stale air, stomped his teeth and gritted his teeth, shaking off the pressure. "I'll reluctantly take this on. You, surnamed Li, today I'll let you feel the oppressive power of the Wang family, a family that has produced so many talented people throughout history!"

"If I remember correctly, your surname is... wait, what's your surname?"

"(ノ｀Д)ノ!"

Li Lei made a couple of jokes, but her expression wasn't as desperate as Lao Wang's. However, she was still reviewing the game she hadn't been able to finish earlier. Her figure was like a piece of paper that had been torn apart and then set on fire, slowly dissipating into embers in a terrifying manner.

As for bringing the mage...
Who in their right mind would willingly jump into a cesspool? This gang only offers rescue, not support. Besides, who knows how they're going to fight that wicked widow? Wearing half of Rao Qifang's skin, even Lao Wang and Li Leisi felt their livers tremble and their gallstones almost melt just looking at her.

"Wow~"

Blood flowed freely around the Wicked Widow. Li Cang's flesh and blood, along with half of his Burning Wind, were dissolved inexplicably by her Bone-Melting Palm. The aftershocks of this Zerg individual, which even Da Lei Zi, whose skill tree was full of Great Resurrection spells, had to temporarily avoid, could even directly crush gargoyles in an entire formation when it clashed with Li Cang, let alone the newly promoted squishy Four Dogs.

But that was all. When the Wicked Widow attempted to dissolve the skeleton with the same bizarre attack, the power of the three phases and the bloody wind began to rapidly weave flesh and skin, turning the original soup into the original food.

As the saying goes, "He who starts something will have no descendants." He has always been the one to drag others down with him, but today he has finally tasted the bitterness of being a shameless pest. With a wave of his hand, layers upon layers of densely packed red earth force fields fell down again and again, and the Burning Wind Black Body Great Magic Wand was swung up as if it were free.

A thousand miles of land were scorched, and two corpses lay desiccated.

One of the less human-like corpses, crumbly and splintering, moved its arm and, like applying a yellow talisman to a zombie, slapped a card onto its forehead. Instantly, it became delicate and moist, howling as it grabbed a large magic wand that trailed a long, fiery tail like a shooting star and slammed it into another dried corpse.

Boom.

A cloud of ashes vanished suddenly, but this relatively pure physical critique, like an insect unable to gnaw on Li Cang, could not cause fatal damage to the wicked widow. From disintegration to glorious reappointment, only a mere half-second elapsed.

"Ha~"

The evil widow was probably too lazy to use neural circuits to organize language and waste words with this clingy guy. After all, her mission was nothing more than to be clingy, and nothing else was written into her instructions.

but
This kind of life-or-death game is something the mage has always enjoyed. Anyway, this widow hasn't stopped him from dealing with other bugs. If he wants to follow her, so be it. If the counter-damage power hadn't been transferred to some unknown corner, I'd be ashamed to even glance at her.

Then, another inert macro cannon shot was fired.

Li Cang couldn't even figure out where this thing was launched from or how it traversed the mountains of corpses, seas of dogs, and swarms of insects. In short, after several rounds of relentless bombardment, the massive amount of the three-phase power of the cancerous and mutated tissue, as well as the inert matter of the insect-like infestation itself, had gradually begun to show its power, severely interfering with and hindering his rate of allocating and circulating the three-phase power.

Wicked Widow: "Ha! Trying to run away? Come back here!"

Li Cang: "A little bit of wind and frost, the hem of my clothes is slightly dirty!"

One hand grabbed and pinched, the other rolled and crawled, seemingly in a sorry state. After dozens, hundreds, thousands of human bombs, the Wicked Widow ultimately failed to stop the Mage from rolling out of the inert matter's range.

Anyway, there's plenty of fresh and hot food on the battlefield, so Li Cang doesn't need to bother with those canned and pre-prepared dishes that have been sunk. He's been dying and coming back to life for dozens of miles, and as soon as he died and left the area where inert matter was gathered, he immediately unleashed a lightning-fast QA attack on the swarm of insects outside, instantly becoming energetic again.

The wicked widow was already grinding her teeth: "You...you...your opponent is me!"

Li Cang grabbed his magic wand and launched himself into the air like a cannonball, landing headfirst on the head of an unlucky fang: "I, damn it, didn't say it wasn't true!"

(End of this chapter)