The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2588 Outpost
The Lord of the Nest descends, and the sub-neural network artifacts are now physical flesh and blood meshes. The rules and will of the world are gradually corrupted and distorted, forming local microclimates. Under the sky, invisible forces and force fields gloomily squeeze everything. Almost only units at the sub-domain level of self-sufficient domains can maintain their own identity, like eternal lamps under the night sky shrouded in tangible but intangible soap bubbles, displaying a variety of colors, drawing a circle around themselves.

Infecting and being infected, the dynamic interaction of life force exists throughout the entire battlefield. Each domain and subdomain is like a mutated version of the analytical barrier, enhancing its own infectivity and depth while minimizing the infectivity and disturbance factors of alien forces. As for other ordinary units, they are not completely unable to survive, but all of the above requires real combat with precious life force or the power of mutated bloodlines.

Forced to fight in such a massive digestive environment, it's only a matter of time before they become matrix-like, for example, having their life force drained or their bloodline disintegrating.

But this is a third-tier city.

Here, the mutated bloodline's life specialization is all about lifespan critical strikes; life is as brilliant as summer flowers, but death is forever monotonous.

They don't care at all about the slow and unremarkable bloodline contamination; after all, here, even domain-level units can only manage to eat their fill for three days without going hungry.

That's it.

They might have lofty ideals and vision, but the physical limits of life usually don't allow them to waste time cultivating those sentiments. Before reaching a certain level of life, they're like summer insects that can't understand ice, or flowers in a mirror and the moon in the water. What the hell are you trying to say about some Western-style ideological stuff to me?

In fact, this scenario is now more compatible with the three-line life forms. The rich life matrix and the activity of various force fields and power attributes make the bloodline mutation chain in their bodies rumble and the reaction rate soar exponentially.

Heaven, without a doubt, this is heaven.

Under normal circumstances, it would be a pipe dream to build such a fertile land flowing with milk and honey in the barren third world line. Even if they launched a line war that swept across the entire world line, they could not do it. Born and raised here, everything follows the will and rules of the world line. How could they compete with those more greedy and unpredictable monsters for nutrients?

Everywhere you look, there are the roars and howls of mutated bloodline beings.

Bones, stomach contents, flesh and sludge, even to the point that various signs of infection, including worm-like transformation and cancerous mutation, are too numerous to handle, the unreacted matter and even energy entities rapidly sink, are buried deep, and transform into fresh and hot alien mineral deposits.

"I can't believe... I can't believe 'timi' can do this?" Li Cang gaped, his expression a mix of Lao Wang's utter stupidity and Qin Zhenzhen's clear-headedness: "Emmmm, does this mean... I'm fighting a war with no budget limit??"

"So, within your budget limit, am I calculating labor costs or existing profits?" Li Leisi, wrapped in a form-fitting, mutated fur coat, flashed over, snatched the hideous dragon robe from Li Cang's hand, and roared like a raging dragon with a dark face: "You, surnamed Li, are you even human?"

"cough"

It's just that I died once, what's the big deal?

That being said, some emotional value still needs to be shown. The magician barked like a dog, trying to cover up his terrible mistake of completely forgetting about this woman and letting her crawl out of the freezer on her own.

The bad news was that his clumsy technique didn't work, but the good news was that Li Leisi made him laugh.

"Fairy holding peaches, fairy holding peaches, fairy holding peaches!" Li Leisi's whole body resonated with her own, each movement more ferocious and sharp than the last: "The Lord of the Nest is here?"

Li Cang, grimacing and clutching his crotch, followed the woman's movements, his buttocks bouncing back and forth like a wild goose landing on the sand, making for a truly comical sight. "Hey, that's enough!" "Tsk, didn't realize you had such a perky ass!"

"."

The mage remained silent, only sighing repeatedly.

What we're saying is that a beautiful mental state is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not accidental. In this little group, everyone has a little bit of that innate, abstract, sacred essence.

"Thump!" The skull of a ripper slammed onto the ground with a dull thud, splattering layers of blood and flesh. Old Wang's teeth ground to dust, grinding loudly, "Damn it! You two are still flirting, aren't you?"

Li Cang grabbed the pale wrist that was reaching for her crotch, and with a slight pull, he threw Li Leisi onto his shoulder. The woman crossed her arms and legs, and arrogantly pointed her chin at the still-opening and roaring mouth of the Ripper: "Aren't you busy eating too?"

Old Wang raised his middle finger, while countless chains behind him continued to gesticulate wildly: "Look at those new bugs, they look so fresh, juicy, and easy to fool. If you coax them into the pot, they'll be even easier to eat than king crab legs!"

"I was thinking of ordering that ogre soup pot. I've tried it; that thing needs a living person to look after it. Rebellious sons and lackeys won't do it." Li Cang said, "The third line is holding up better than we expected. Tsk, what a lucky place!"

This gambler often wagers the entire world timeline, but Old Wang isn't as optimistic. He still wants to survive. If you throw in the first and second lines, can you even train three or six lackeys to wash my feet? Can you? "The America Confederation is all show and no substance, why is it all quiet now? What can a fleet that's so weak do?"

Hundreds upon hundreds of scorching winds burst forth from the earth behind Li Cang, soaring into the sky. Li Leisi's figure seemed to blur for a moment, and the insectoids behind her immediately fell like rain: "They need to know if this thing is useful before making any plans, unlike us, who only ever use the same three tricks over and over again. Even America's men probably wouldn't give us a second glance~"

"Heh!" Old Wang clicked his tongue: "Just like you said, if the America Federation really uses insectoid warships on a large scale, wouldn't that, in a way, be considered as setting up outposts for the insects in their home timeline?"

"emmm"

This has almost turned into philosophical speculation, with so many threads to unpack, that Li Cang really doesn't know how to answer it in a short time.

Old Wang didn't expect him to whine and spout nonsense, and said to himself, "Anyway, I don't want to be getting my feet washed by those grotesque human-shaped tumors growing out of the poolside in the future. Forget it, there's no point in arguing with someone like you!"

“Foot massage is also a way, and techniques are also methods!” Li Cang’s lips twitched. “I know a little about it, but I’m afraid I can’t reach even a fraction of your mindset of finding joy in the world before all else!”

"You fucking idiot, you're pretty smart, you little thief."

"roll!"

"okay!"