The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2607 Lin Sheng: That's life, bring me some wine~
How utterly ridiculous! How utterly shameful! I am ashamed to be associated with you!

Lin Sheng was utterly speechless. If he weren't a natural-born second-tier leader, there wouldn't be so many innocent people in second-tier cities who were worth saving.
I'm fucking begging you.
However, the truth is...
Begging won't help; even if you beg, you still have to submit a report and wait for approval!

Ha! Heh! How can anything work out with a bunch of worms like that? What the hell am I supposed to do? What is the meaning of life anyway? Is it just to keep shit warm?
"Give me."

"Commander Lin, what did you say?"

"Get me a bottle of liquor, the kind with a higher alcohol content, like Zhuyu. Isn't there a famous high-proof liquor called Zhuyu at the 3/7 base?"

"Now?"

"Right now!"

Seeing that Lin Sheng's expression was quite strange, the people around him didn't dare to mention any discipline or rules. They exchanged glances, responded in unison, and clucked like roosters, shrinking their necks as they went off to arrange their own ways to relieve their worries.

The best strategy is to devise a plan.

Commander Lin must be under more pressure than you can imagine. So what if you just want a little drink? Here, let me light you a cigarette. This is a rare item from before the Great Cataclysm. Smoke this; it's strong.

cough.
In short, putting aside the America Confederation and the old house dog's lingering concerns, the ones who should be worrying and working the hardest right now are actually the Dragon City messengers.

The Blue Striped Army, along with all the messengers who arrived, numbered only a few thousand, while the Third-Line Natives they had abducted numbered in the millions.

In short, you can get them to fight for a chance to qualify, but when it comes to fighting insects, a million followers thrown into a swarm of insects probably wouldn't even make a splash.

These subordinates have already been decimated by the third line, losing half their lives and even their maximum health has been reduced. Even if they wanted to recover, there's no way to do so in the short term. Now you're telling this group of people that they're going to fight the Zerg in the third line territory? That's pure bullshit.

In fact, aside from making a brief appearance, the Blue Strip Army never allowed these people to get any closer to the battlefield. Instead, they were instructed to bypass the direction of the alien tide and develop a crude, locally-based military industrial system at a distance, as well as to be sent out to act as guides for the messenger army that was about to arrive.

Fortunately, the insect swarm was kept within a relatively controllable range and relentlessly exploited by several anthropomorphic yet not quite anthropomorphic entities, preventing the millions of people from collapsing on the spot. One after another, decent-looking semi-biological and semi-mechanical "factories" quickly spread out, continuously supplying the front lines of the battlefield with primitive weapons, including but not limited to unenchanted basic dirty bombs.

then
Their localized military-industrial complex was discovered by their lackeys, who quickly contacted and took over it, initiating a true arms race.

The bewildered guys stared at the terrifying, corpse-like creature in front of them, dressed in a muscular pink outfit and floral shorts, watching it lead a swarm of black-skinned lackeys over, and watching it point at the black-skinned men and yell at them to do their jobs.

Yes, yes, yes, get things done, get things done. Now, our more than one million contractors and high-tech talents have countless oxen and horses.

"However, this guy looks way too human-like compared to its owner."

"Shut your bird beak! What are you barking like a dog? Do you know how petty and vengeful that mage is? Do you know what a designated mental link is?"

"Seriously, you two have never died? He can hear what he says, but he can't hear what you say?"

"If the insects are moved to the third tier, will the first and second tiers be able to hold their positions?"

"I never thought my two hundred-odd pounds would come in handy. It's better than waiting to die in this godforsaken place. What a blessing in life!" "Get things done! The messengers from my old base will definitely, absolutely, absolutely bring in Monroe's enhanced biochemical system. Haha, as long as we live until then, we'll live!"

"You're a real talent, you bastard! Go ahead and live, who can outlive you? You're really something else!"

“ε=(ο｀*)))”

"Shut your mouths and get to work, you bunch of damned beasts!"

"Hilarious! If you shut up, where will the production capacity come from?"

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At the same time, the ecological reaction at the center of the battlefield not only draws on and squeezes the barren free energy in the surrounding area, but also forms an energy tree that stretches infinitely across the dome.

The colossal, swirling tree stood majestically, seemingly intent on swallowing the entire world. It blotted out the sun and thundered incessantly. Beneath it, black clouds and seas of blood churned. The flesh and blood, a mixture of cancerous, mutated, and insect-like matter, dripped stickily from the edges of every cracked landmass, cascading down into the endless abyss beyond sight.

In the opposite direction from the area inhabited by the third-line natives, in another sense, or rather, in the true sense, these birds and beasts, mountains of corpses and seas of bones, converged like a tide and poured into that terrifying desolate region one after another. Then, even the roots of the alien life chimera began to be spread there by the alien tide. The earth visibly lost its original dark color and turned crimson, as if it were burning.

Boom!

Another strange bolt of lightning tore apart the dominance of the vortex tree, briefly imprinting the shadows of all life forms within it onto the air, the boundary of the void, and every inch of land.

As if summoned by some kind of deity, the giant corpse gave orders to several groups of three dogs. Its heavily armored body, covered in scales and horns, visibly generated a frenzied energy-squeezing force. The ground beneath its feet, solidified from the mutated bones of countless dead years ago, slowly sank, cracked, and became concave like a crescent moon.

The ground rippled like water, washing over everything on its surface. A crimson trail marked a meteor that had evolved from pitch black to scarlet, tearing apart the boundary of the entire ecological anti-chaotic field and splashing up a visible, dark green blood flower.

Zerg blood always gives people a dirty yet vibrant feeling of life and everything thriving, but the big zombie brother obviously can't appreciate the fancy parts other than the macho pink. He grabs half of the plague digger's head with one hand, bends over, digs at the buttocks, and sucks it vigorously.

“Not tasty”

The big corpse brother, with a posture more difficult than tearing apart a few insects, uttered a few relatively coherent words in a somewhat disjointed manner. His expression was very much like his father's, dignified and serious.

"Oh~"

The Blade Girl flashed by, her single-word expression filled with disgust. She would never even glance at such a thing. In her eyes, the filthy Zerglings were even less valuable than the countless Zerglings in the pit; they were hazardous waste.

"roar~"

The big corpse brother said something rather unpleasant.

Unfortunately, the princess has never been interested in royal conduct, so it's really hard for him, as her elder brother, to continue. If he were to pick up even the slightest bit of his mother's masculine charm, he would have to be thoroughly disciplined by this little girl.

I'm a bit tipsy today, got back a little late, and I'm a bit dizzy typing. I'll correct any mistakes or omissions tomorrow.