The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2615 Enlightenment in Longchang
The foehn wind, with a diameter nearly measured in kilometers, physically reached the heavens and the earth. Frieza's body, which even the razor-sharp limbs of the Ripper could not harm, was shed off in an extremely smooth manner. The flesh evaporated beneath the skin, leaving only the bones and muscles standing tall.

"Give it to me!"

The great magic wand hooks and pulls, the same source link opens and closes.

It's as if it's been practiced millions of times, like a gazelle washing its tassels in the vast ocean, its skin instantly turning to dust and dust. If it weren't for Comrade Frieza standing right next to it, it would be as if this thing had never existed at all.

Of course, this alone is clearly not enough to completely erase Frieza's existence. The disintegrating bloodline is constantly devouring Frieza and everything around him. But at the same time, this also makes his combat power and destructiveness reach an all-time high, rising like a tide, wave after wave. Just like the ferocious and evil living stars he controls, he takes a step back to evolve all things, and takes a step forward to become a superstar.

The Third World Line has its own age system.

Frieza's life force is practically nonexistent; damage and numerical values ​​are irrelevant to it. Even the Mage could only overturn its body with reflected damage without extracting any life energy. This thing is simply a black hole of mutated life form, devouring everything around it.

Frieza, who was instantly healed, stood there, staring at the black, warlike, living star for a long, long time, his back teeth almost grinding to dust.

"roar~"

The furious roar expanded into a force field pattern, tearing everything around it to shreds and turning it into a flow of matter. It even directly and utterly destroyed one of the temporary insect nests evolved from the detached arthropods of the six nest masters.

then
I just decided to simply stop seeing it and stop worrying about it.

In any case, Li Cang's power was simply insufficient to break free from the shackles of the activated celestial body; the gravitational field had already distorted the energy path of the celestial body's core.

Frieza waved away the activated planet, then turned and lunged at the swarm of insectoids. It needed to eat, it needed everything, but it didn't really know what it truly needed. This opportunity was never tangible like the prayers of human subjects; it could only be understood when it was something visible, tangible, and edible.

"Click~"

A plague digger, with a total length of over five kilometers, was captured from the depths of the floating landmass by an unknown force, pulling it out of the muddy swamp it had constructed. Some terrifying force came from all directions, crushing the plague digger's incredibly tough body in the simplest and most brutal way.

Frieza, having devoured a Plague Digger, roared madly and enragedly disintegrated dozens of surrounding Beast Insectoids into a bloody pulp, leaving them to struggle and reshape their bodies within it. Without a second thought, he left the area once more.

A golden-armored bean soldier with a yellow talisman on its forehead stood on the living planet. Its hundreds-of-meters-tall body was as light as a cloud: "What is it looking for?"

"Searching for one's own destiny," said the Black General of the Azure Sea, his voice rustling with a bloody wind: "The evolution of the three-line bloodline is endless, or you can understand it as the moment it appeared here, the domino effect of the bloodline was already in the process of collapsing. Yes, don't even think about it, not even about any of them, including human subjects and servants of destiny."

The golden-armored bean soldier tried to pry open the surface of the celestial body twice, but to no avail. He sighed, "What can I do?" "Send a star torch?"

I mean, about—

"I don't have one!"

Lin Shengzhen had absolutely no way to deal with this guy. If he had any skill in shuffling, let alone shuffling cards, if he had any skill in hiding cards, he wouldn't have to be here getting scolded like this. He was in the middle of the game without realizing it until he came out and was scolded several times before he realized that the old residence had long been a mess with a huge, unmanageable situation.

The former residence thought it had made a great contribution by guarding a part of the world and keeping it a secret, but in reality, they had forcibly excluded themselves from the world line.

Even worse, the former residence didn't even have the chance to come forward and prove itself. Should it apologize? Sorry, who are you?

On the first line, the people nurtured by this increasingly fierce world line only know the base and not the homeland. Even the most optimistic prediction is that they don't need a father who appears out of nowhere. The contradiction between the ever-expanding demand for a father and the limited number of fathers has long been intertwined and implemented in the docking system represented by the base and the America Confederation and the orbital system represented by Li Cang and others. What gives you the right to be the homeland? I ask you, are you also a three-generation family of Israel who can nest dolls and share the same juxtaposition?

Lin Sheng knew perfectly well that Bei Zhikang's attitude was already the most tactful one. From beginning to end, aside from establishing a guiding position, the former residence had not provided any substantial assistance to the front-line bases or made any contribution to the front lines. Furthermore, it had made several disastrous decisions subsequently.

"Yes, it turns out there's no place for us in this world anymore!"

"What a pipe dream! Location? Ha! Don't you people from the old town ever read forums? Try to understand that particularly interesting worldline substitution theory. You're busy patching up the orbital lines, busy fighting internal conflicts and expanding your territory in the second line. Balance, balance, my friend! Open your eyes and look at the worldline!"

Lin Sheng severed the connection with Dou Bing and paced back and forth in the command room. Finally, he walked over to the tattooed young woman and tapped her earpiece: "Niece, check out the First-Tier Forum, Worldline Substitution Theory."

"Hmph, using job titles at work!" The pretty young woman cleared her throat: "Referring to the Subordinate Theory of Rama, our team firmly believes that there is a hidden subrogation mechanism between world lines. That is, when a world line experiences a linkage responsibility, any line 1 can substitute for any line 2 in exercising a right of subrogation against any line 3. The root cause lies in the compensatory balance between world lines and..."

"Wait, wait a minute! So that's the real reason our entropy change system detected the massive increase in entropy and the exponential drop in the world line's fortune?" Lin Sheng's eyes widened as he listened. "This is... this is..."

Fortunately, it wasn't really absurd to the point that a single word or action by certain organizations or individuals could lead to heat death of the world line.

Unfortunately
Even worse.

Once the massive amount of code from those cryptocurrencies piles up, forget about refactoring it; even attempting to parse it becomes a pipe dream. Besides, those things never have a habit of self-exposing patches; those patches are the code itself.

"The track is patched up," Lin Sheng muttered to himself. "He's seen it! He must have seen things we can't! Is it a reward for the track's cycle? Or something else?"