The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2610 Pay attention, this is how you use teammates!
"Lead them towards Licang!" *2
Referring to the Cang-style rescue principles and taking humanistic care as the blueprint, in short, on the issue of the Obliterator and the Queen of Pain being so inseparable, Lao Wang and Da Lei Zi were surprisingly in agreement.

Then, the Lord of the Nest also joined in the fun.

The insect swarm fed back to the Nest Master, whose insect-like energy matrix was mostly filled with a stockpile. Apart from the portion used to expand the materialized subneural network, that is, the flesh and blood mesh, the Nest Master, which hung high in the sky like an alien god, had its six segmented limbs fall off and evolve into a behemoth resembling a star-destroying spear, tearing apart the multi-layered energy storm into a blazing jet of reverse waterfall.

The spearhead, trailing a dense, shimmering mass of flesh and blood, crashed to the ground, blasting the previously scattered floating landmass cluster, now covered in a layer of mixed-matter ecological reactants, into towering waves. The surrounding swarms of insects were instantly annihilated in the terrifying flames and energy storm. The force field it released slowly and steadily spread in all directions, while creatures and matter further away seemed to be captured by gravity, rushing towards it like moths to a flame.

With its six arthropod spears, the entire battlefield, spanning thousands of kilometers in radius, was under its power. The small, intense challenges that the main dragon had experienced 65 million years ago were now being performed on it as well.

Under this simple and unadorned pure physical critique, Old Wang could still grit his teeth and rely on his fel energy transformation to survive, while Comrade Da Leizi was refreshed on the spot without any suspense. Such continuous high-energy AOE attacks were simply too much for her fragile body to withstand.

If insecticidal infestation and cancerous mutation could ecologically reflect this level of erosion, then Li Cang and the Nest Lord wouldn't need to fight anymore, or rather, they wouldn't need to do anything at all. The two old brothers could just sit there, put down their napkins, tie them up, and focus solely on waiting for the food to be served. This timeline would directly become their grand dining table.
ummm
No matter what you put on the table, just send it all as a donation.

Yes, that's right. This is the ideal world order that Lao Wang conjectured with the utmost malice. Isn't this exactly the script that the Magician wrote?

“ε=(ο｀*)))”

Countless insectoid egg sacs formed on the spear, and the insect swarm spread out like ink stains along with the force field ripples. Old Wang's full 180 seconds of fel transformation time was not enough. The old Wang, who was almost torn apart but at least did not lose any parts, was left there with his butt sticking out, as if he was being forcibly controlled. He panted heavily for dozens of seconds before regaining some of his self-care ability.

Kneading numbness.

The ship-slaying blade's specifications are still insufficient. Tell me, what's the fundamental difference between fighting the Primarch of the Nest and tearing apart a planet? If the Primarch farted, it would be a Force 8 hurricane in the Lower Realm.

"Bang!"

Before Old Wang could finish his internal monologue, some kind of semi-molten solid lump landed on his extremely contorted old face. With a cry of "Holy crap!", Old Wang was met with a torrent of blood and fragments of internal organs that sprayed out like a waterfall, instantly vaporized by the intense heat.

Even this was only because the hammer blocked the direct hit and struck from a distance, not specifically targeting Old Wang. There were countless semi-molten solid lumps like this, several meters to tens of meters in diameter, moving at high speeds within the dense mixed storm, each whooshing sound making his heart tremble.

"Damn it. If you've got the guts, keep following me!" Old Wang gritted his teeth and charged forward with his eyes closed. But the next second, he froze in despair, his gaze slowly shifting downwards to the slightly undulating soil: "Damn it!"

From the moment Old Wang sensed the abnormality in the soil to the moment a straight, thick, pillar-like gust of wind tore through the earth and reached the horizon, the entire process probably took only a fraction of a second. It could be said that the moment Old Wang sensed this thing, it had already hit its mark.

After a burst of super-strong wind, Old Wang was stripped of even his last fig leaf—the ferocious dragon robe—leaving him completely bald, his head a gleaming, deep red-purple. Suddenly, Old Wang stopped instinctively rubbing his head, a hideous grin twisting across his face: "You guys really haven't died, have you?!"

In an instant, countless streams of flesh and blood were squeezed from the earth's surface, converging at the top of the hammer to form a radiant blade intent, its momentum like a soaring dragon, cleaving a sliver of light from the entire obscure and chaotic filthy world.

Once locked onto by the intent of the dragging blade technique, if the Queen of Pain only possesses rudimentary movement skills like blinking, she would be unable to effectively evade it. However, in the blink of an eye, a surging mental shock, lacking any real lethality, suddenly resounded deep within Old Wang's soul, causing his hand to tremble involuntarily, narrowly missing its target.

At the same time, as Old Wang painfully peeled away the image of the Queen of Pain from his senses, a life force suddenly appeared beside him. A kind of spiritual energy that was very similar to that of the Hidden Winged Mantis flickered, but it failed to take effect due to the lock-on effect of the sword intent.

A torrent of sword intent surged forth, unexpectedly converging rapidly upon the two figures, as if being swallowed whole, just as the figures of the star-crossed lovers instantly disintegrated—

"Clam?"

Old Wang's face turned ashen.

The vanished torrent of sword intent instantly erupted in his limbs and bones, unleashing a magnificent display of power. Old Wang's muscles and blood swelled rapidly, his body resounded with a clang, and he expanded by three sizes in an instant, his skin turning to ashes like paper in flames.

"I'll fuck you!"

The terrifying blade's power was no longer Old Wang's own; murmured praises echoed repeatedly in his mind, recounting the nobility and eternal merit of the sacrifice.

"Tsk~" Li Leisi held the ferocious dragon blade upside down, just watching from a distance, not even offering a single peach card to taste its flavor, only missing a handful of melon seeds in her hand: "Sparrow food, what a merit!"

When Li Leisi's figure disappeared and reappeared, the ferocious dragon blade seemed to have grown naturally in the chest of the Corruptor of the Dead Realm, with the front piercing through and fitting perfectly. The Queen of Pain was even lifted into the air by a claw as dazzling as the sunset.

"Flaw, my furry friend, flaw!"

"Wow~"

Blood gushed from the Queen of Pain's chest and mouth simultaneously, accompanied by a agonizing shriek. The seemingly tangible sound waves were actually a force field. Li Leisi was sent flying backward with almost no chance to dodge, her skin cracking all over her body, and black demi-human particles cascading down like a waterfall.

but
This guy's attack was a disaster for the Devourer of the Dead Realm. The entire shape of the Ferocious Dragon Blade was just an irregular Christmas tree covered with inverted thorns. It was pulled out straight out like that, and the consequences were predictable.