The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2606 Anthropomorphism is a valuable ideological legacy

The brief, clearly defined segmented structure of the entire battlefield has essentially collapsed at this point, much like the mutual invasion, obstruction, and humiliation between the swarm of insects and the sea of ​​dogs. Restraint is merely a false illusion; under such circumstances, no one can maintain composure.

The neatly arranged blue-striped army suddenly scattered under the onslaught of the insect swarm, not only causing the insects' swarm charge to miss its target, but also like sharp, hot knives piercing into a block of butter, cutting the rear of the insect swarm's arrowheads into countless holes. The whole process was smooth and seamless, as if it had been rehearsed hundreds of times beforehand.

每一个分散单元彼此之间都与另一个单元由看似纤细羸弱的丝丝缕缕相互锚定，每一个单元也都由最少11名最高23名蓝条骑士组成，从最基础的5~8米狮虎兽到30米起底的四翼彩狸再到不啻阿美莉卡邦联Was级战舰的生物基火力平台那种庞然巨兽.
If His Excellency the Wizard were still awake, he would most likely recognize that almost half of the dozen or so cats, dogs, and raccoons were products of the ancient Stafford Colosseum.

In fact, when fighting insects, the mutated system is far more cost-effective than the America Federation's technology side. Just like the scene of friendly forces helping each other just now, the warships only need to be destroyed on the spot, while the mutated bloodline creatures have to consider many things.

The America Federation fleet was certainly aware of this, or rather, they knew it all along, but simply hadn't paid any attention to such trivial details.

The Pug warships use colonized humans, and the insectoid warships use colonized humans that have been infected by insectoid transformation. They're just livestock. Even if a few groups of real people were brought along at key moments, it wouldn't matter. My great America is rich in resources and has everything. The class will tell the people what truly deserves to be called real business. Bah, ideology.

The concentrated fire and encirclement of tens of thousands of Zerg-modified warships is something even the Zerg must avoid. From the blessing of the laws of war, to the strong claims of the definition of the false god, and the settling effect of dirty bombs, now even the most ordinary silicon-based thermomelting weapons are enough to leave huge and ugly scars in the Zerg swarm.

The overloaded reactors caused each warship to release brutal radiation from its bow or stern, the heat distorting the air, and the fierce energy winds formed by the skills, energy matrix cannons and silicon-based thermal molten explosives swirling around the warships, creating dazzling halos.

"Boom boom boom~"

The ballistic remnants of billions of silicon-based thermal bombs spread across the entire airspace. Within a radius of tens of kilometers that had been subjected to concentrated fire, the remains of the Zerg were scattered everywhere. Of those still alive, not one in ten survived. They died in such a pathetic manner under the simple and brutal bombardment.

But before America's fleet could collect the spoils, the remaining one-tenth of the high-strength Zerg, along with the scattered limbs and life energy, had already been blatantly stolen from the war scene painstakingly created by the Mage.

On the mixed surface of the material that had been stirred up into a mess by the silicon-based thermal weapons and the Zerg, strands of tissue suddenly began to twist, writhe, and revitalize, reintegrating into new old four-dogs.

The very few truly living creatures in the fleet stared in disbelief at the scene before them. Even though they had heard about it hundreds of times and witnessed it more than once or twice, they still felt incredibly horrified.

What kind of person, under what kind of mentality and environmental conditions, could pass on such a perverse trait to their servant of fate? Compared to Magic Lee, even the colony, which the Americana themselves never mention, seems somewhat gentle and warm.

Lin Sheng: ▃
Commander Lin's entire expression was completely blurred. He had collected a lot of secondhand information about this guy. He himself had even fought alongside Li Cang. Firstly, the information density was pitifully low, and secondly, the intensity of the previous wars was obviously not enough to really ignite this guy's fury. Or rather, a war of high intensity simply wouldn't leave any survivors to provide them with information.

Looking at it now, it seems too conservative; even the most malicious speculations from the radicals appear overly conservative.

The only truly radical aspect of the hawkish faction at the former residence is perhaps only manifested in their furtive attempts to quietly and preemptively eliminate that humanitarian figure—well, they don't even dare to be overtly blatant. Tsk~
No wonder they look down on us with half an eye and despise us to the core. With that, what the hell are you going to use to fill the gaps? Are you going to use the lives of your own people?

Young people are more than just hot-blooded.
He certainly didn't treat us like human beings, but perhaps our hometown should have realized a cruel enough fact long ago that we shouldn't and can't treat him like a human being?

Lin Sheng clicked his tongue, increasingly puzzled, and a sense of despair and helplessness gradually enveloped his heart. His chest felt empty yet also stuffy.

The constraints imposed by the former residence, both internally and externally, were so great that one wrong step led to another, to the point where one's position determined one's perspective.

But what about Li Cang?
Almost every track he has traversed so far is regarded by many as a pilgrimage route. He is unparalleled in his prowess and ruthlessness, even making a tightrope-walking decision to break through one or three lines and let the Zerg attack.
Great Confucian scholars naturally refuted his teachings.

Lin Sheng couldn't be sure if the so-called second-line sacrifice to the heavens had any theoretical basis, but the intuition of a high-ranking person told him that Zhong Jianzhang, with his burly face, was at least not lying. He really intended to let the entire second world line go like a fart, for no reason, just for fun.

This
That's the real terror.

Even compared to this kind of extremist anthropomorphic creature hatched from an apocalyptic catastrophe, perhaps, maybe, probably, maybe, it's still a tiny bit easier to deal with, like the ruthless capitalist Li Cang and the Magician.

"Commander Lin? You are..."

"Ah...cough cough. The most urgent task is to prevent the Zerg from scaling up. The America Federation's shipborne star torches should need some time to cool down. Now it's up to us. How are the Silent Sequences coming along?"

"Ninety-nine seconds. Commander Lin, should we detonate the bean soldier sequence immediately?"

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. This is a rare opportunity. Let in a few more bugs. In times of great importance, one must remain calm. Hmm, judging from your expression, oh, another round of instructions from above?"

"Uh"

"speak!"

The man stammered, "Yes, Commander Lin. The higher-ups... the order is that if we have the opportunity, those floating islands of those few can also be used as targets for our return to silence. They're currently entangled. The higher-ups know this."

Lin Sheng forced a laugh without any expression: "Heh! Hehe! Hahaha!"