The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2586 Insectoid Giant Ship

To make food delicious, the Great Demon of Purgatory uses every possible cooking method, even resorting to despicable demonic tricks. Bewitching, depriving, seizing, and possessing are all her specialties. However, with the Iron Man Quadruple Mental Plague brought by the Mage, the difficulty of her operation will obviously drop sharply.

But that's all in the future. The current scene of mutual interference is in line with the usual style of the four-person gang. Li Cang's attitude towards his so-called teammates is consistent, which is common knowledge.

[Erosion/Wave Transformation Sword/Spear/Knife/Hammer]

[Dental nerve network center/node/splitter/anchor coordinate construction organization]

【Insect Miasma Generator】

Petrochemical screwdriver

[Ripper Adaptive Miner]

[Type VII Variant Biologics]

Li Cang was extremely familiar with everything the fleet used; all of these items were on display in Yustune's collection. Due to various anthropomorphic reasons, both the base and the goldfish had always maintained a considerable degree of restraint with these things, picking and choosing personnel and supplies, and so far only a few had been put into service.

Restraint of such emotions is not usually easy to observe in the America Confederation. They have a colony above and cattle and horses below, and human life is worthless. They don't care about side effects such as infection and disease. They learn from the barbarians to subdue the barbarians. The gentlemen of the America Confederation's upper council understand this principle all too well.

When the insectoid ship-slaying vessel was fully deployed, and the world was flooded with insectoid-infected minions, weapons, and buffs, the Mage simply sighed softly: "Fine, fine, so now you America's gentlemen are too lazy to even offer me a real human being?"

Yes.

The entire fleet was packed with people, but Li Cang couldn't sense a single breath of life in it.

These creatures are either cattle or horses that have been completely assimilated and infected by the insectoid form, or they are things that were copied and pasted from the colony, resembling humans, but not many of them.

However, even America didn't dare to openly attack the Mage. At this moment, they suddenly started to understand the meaning of restraint. One after another, the insectoid ships sailed over the sky island amidst billowing green mist, energy cannons and physical ammunition intertwined, and corrosive wave weapons danced with the bio-mutant zombies that had taken the preparations. It was a posture of rushing to the aid of humanity from afar and performing a generous and tragic song.

"Om~"

Dozens of colossal ships, some perhaps ten kilometers long, unleashed their massive bow cannons with a dazzling, eerie green light. Dozens of winding bolts of lightning converged, instantly transforming the central ship from a physical entity into a surging, turbulent energy entity. As a result, the brilliant flame that had previously been capable of wiping out hundreds or even thousands of insectoid creatures reappeared.

After firing this shot, the giant ship in the center, which carried all the power, had not only its cannons but also its entire bow completely flattened, losing a third of its length. It lost power directly and decelerated rapidly like an earthworm, being left behind by the fleet and entering a long period of ecological self-healing by absorbing free energy from the air.

Li Cang leaped violently, smashing the skulls of several insects mid-air. After some twisting and turning, he landed at the stern of the giant ship: "Interesting. Can it recover after being overloaded like this? What about the people inside?" The answer was obvious.
There was no one inside. There were no cabins, no connecting corridors, and no trace of any human activity. The insect-like bioreactor replaced the engine, and the intricate energy channels served as the conduits for outputting power or force. The vesicle display area, which could barely be called a space, contained only clumps of objects resembling giant insect eggs, their tough outer shells protected by layers of gray-green interstitial material that safeguarded the soft tissues and organs inside.
The so-called "humans" here have long been integrated with the Zerg ecological behemoth's body; from the moment they are born from the colony, these people have already died prematurely.

Although there are many types of giant ships, in some respects, the firing ships that serve as the receivers of weapon power are probably the cheapest of them all, as no living being loses their life for each one produced.

At this point, everything was perfect, except for one minor flaw, which was like that lame joke—

As soon as the Demon King unleashed a shroud of the dead, the Potala Palace, with its golden bones and milk-skinned splendor, rose up like a giant Titan.

Instead of absorbing free energy from the air to regenerate as expected, the half-crippled insectoid behemoth rapidly differentiated into more arthropods and tentacles, grew ferocious mouthparts and sensory organs, and pounced on the surrounding ships.

The other members of the fleet seemed quite adapted to the scene. Several ships resembling rippers, lacking long-range attack weapons, approached the severely over-activated, half-crippled ship. They used their hulls to compress and restrict its movement, anchored it with their tentacle-like limbs, and then opened their prows, which resembled mouthparts. In a few swift movements, they tore the half-crippled ship to shreds. Thick, green, viscous liquid flowed like a waterfall, not wasting a single drop. The close-in weapon systems on the other ships unleashed a barrage of fire, completely vaporizing it into a mist that the whale sucked up.

“I’m fucking”

Li Cang was naturally unharmed and completely at ease. He opened his mouth, but really didn't know how to evaluate these abstract operations, so he just cursed in a perfunctory manner.

Li Leisi's expression was strange: "These guys from the America Confederation are something else. Is this what they mean by 'as long as I'm a pile of shit, no one can step on my head'?"

"It has to be a runny mess, otherwise the dung beetles will have plenty of food to buy from!"

"Ugh~ How disgusting~"

"Very clever!" Li Cang clicked his tongue in admiration. "The cost control is good, the strength is guaranteed, and it can also isolate cancerous mutations and even insect-like infections to a certain extent. It only costs a little bit of colonization population and substrate resources. For America's grand cause, what is this little bit?"

Li Leisi squinted and looked into the distance: "No wonder so many have come. Look, Liliana's aura is over there. I reckon there are only living people on those kinds of ships!"

"They're just small fry, nothing to worry about." Li Cang glanced at them and shook his head. "It's not like you need to bother with your help."

This was probably the first time in Da Lei Zi's life that he had encountered such a situation, and he was completely dumbfounded: "Dude, after struggling for several days, all I've got are a few small fry, not even a small leader worth a top assassin like me taking action against?"

"What are you talking about? A competitor? That's what you call a competitor!"

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Fine, you can keep arguing with your competitors here. If this keeps going, I'd rather have a few drinks, play a game of chess, and then take a nap. That would be more meaningful.