The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2620 BUFF
In any case, the addition of humans as consumables triggered a series of chain reactions, such as the jubilant Zerg and the ever-increasing Infernal Flames.

Zerg and alien undead are hardly ideal options as firewood, as evidenced by the fact that rows of six dogs emerged from the Abyss Well.

Flesh and blood, bloodline, body, soul.
Nothing in this airspace is worth surviving; whether dead or alive, everything is continuously doing work, emitting light and heat in a physical sense. They themselves are clearly aware of this, though only to a certain extent.

"Hiss," Li Cang took a deep breath, his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth breathing in and out crimson tri-phase power, like a professional gourmet: "It seems... to taste a little different."

The Triadic Power and the Blood Wind seemed to have become a bit more lively and vibrant, even the Insectoid Infection was visibly overshadowed by the Cancerous Mutation. In terms of mutual support and competitive value, it was arguably at its peak—

The brilliance of humanity.

The moment the six dogs, who were able to be organized into a unit and contracted out to individual households, appeared, they gave the insect swarm and the alien tide a small humanitarian shock. The fact that these little things were so fragile in front of the insects was just as fragile in front of them as the insects were in front of them, making them a veritable pair of sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks.

Once the unreasonable armor-piercing arrows reach a certain scale, the insects' psionic shields, long and deep health bars, and earth-shattering body strength seem somewhat inadequate in the face of the Six Dogs army. They can even complement each other with the Five Dogs, with the Five Dogs controlling the insects across vast areas and the Six Dogs using armor-piercing arrows to snipe them at specific points.

Just as sunlight dispels shadows, just as high temperatures melt ice and snow.

The mighty Mimi insect race, faced with a ragtag group of five or six dogs mixed together, displayed a tragic, moth-to-a-flame-like ferocity, leaving the entire group from the former residence and the America Federation dumbfounded and filled with mixed emotions.

then
Here comes the stunt.

Not far from the spot where Old Wang's pile of excrement was ten kilometers in diameter, the chaotic battlefield where blood flowed like rivers suddenly became a scene of gongs and drums, firecrackers, colorful flags, and a sea of ​​people. The densely packed shadows and the crowds of people made it clear that only one of them was alive.

A strange, indescribable aura began to rise in the mountains and rivers filled with corpses and blood, accompanied by a singing style that no living being could hear or understand, which even heavy force fields and chaotic energy storms could not hinder its spread. Li Cang felt as if the blood in his body had been ignited all at once, his heart boiling and roaring, giving him a mysterious, primal, and wild power and impulse.

"You little brat," the mage gritted through gritted teeth, "it's good to be young, you've never died before."

35%.

At least 35 percent of his panel attributes were boosted on the spot, including his agility C value, and his strength was off the charts.

Even the mage, who already had three health bars, had an additional health bar fabricated out of thin air. The health value on the digital health bar panel kept soaring until it turned into a jumble of gibberish that the little coin-paying brats couldn't be bothered with.

From Li Cang's perspective, this indescribable and unpredictable power, which should rightfully belong to Bian Xiu, seemed to have an indirect connection with the Tianwen characters. The materialized five-colored divine light shone brightly, while the three-colored Tianwen characters continued to circulate endlessly. As a result, the ethereal aura of the threshold personality behind it went beyond the image of bandages and cloaks; it was adorned with several indistinct, bizarre, and fantastical weapon phantoms: the Great Magic Wand, the Spine Worm, Calamity, and the Death's Wrath.
From the burning of Isolai to the ever-changing shadows of the Black Thorn Forest, the manifestation of light seemed to be breaking through some threshold to manifest the entity of energy or force field. Of course, all of this was only presented from the perspective of the mage himself, and in principle, it did not cause any meaningful disturbance to reality.

Boom~
The crimson, twisted pillar of the Isolya's Flame, which could not be described as anything other than reaching the heavens and the earth, expanded to a diameter of over a thousand meters, almost like a nuclear explosion. The black thorn forest grew and spread wildly and unrestrainedly on the outer edge of the Flame Wind with an absolutely frenzied manner.

Within a radius of tens of kilometers, no living thing was spared. Insectoids, zombies, alien beasts, human subjects, and servants of fate were all skinned, dismembered, and reduced to ashes in the frenzied ecological reaction, or surrendered their lives or a life-saving equipment or skill.

"Wow, I'm so lucky!" The mage was once again experiencing the thrill of this thing, a rare and wonderful feeling. "So, with the Burning Wind multiplier maxed out, it can even deal extra white damage critical hits?"

This scene is truly something you, sir, have never seen before; the sect's holy son is terrifying beyond belief.

No wonder.
No wonder Tao Hongben and Xiahou Haiwei were so determined to be this kid's guide that they fought tooth and nail. No wonder I, a dignified mage, find this kind of low-class professional technician so appealing. This guy has absolutely no sense of martial ethics!

As for those hundreds or thousands of life fading away abruptly.
Naturally, nobody cared.

If this kind of blood sacrifice were done by others, it might be criticized, but in Li Cang's case, it's not a problem. Even the base has this kind of mindset, and the fact that they still support Bian Xiu speaks volumes.

Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Each base has its own floating island chain. In this sky island era where mutated life forms and the system of fate servants are so developed, is it really necessary to gather so many desperate people who would die several or even dozens of times to mine? It's just that the time for embellishment hasn't come yet.

"Hold the grass!!"

Old Wang's scream shattered the surrounding area.

The cesspool in his area swelled several times in size, and the raging evil fire made it almost impossible to see any engraved inscriptions. It completely ignited the rusty chains, revealing the thing's true form to the world for the first time.

Pink.

Beneath the mottled, rusted marks of the evil chains, an unusually fresh pink hue appeared—a masculine pink even sweeter than Timi's girly pink. Timi certainly has great taste.

At the core of countless fel-elemental chain-like hammer tentacles, Old Wang's body was expanding at a visible speed. His blood vessels and tendons broke free from the constraints of flesh and blood, tearing through his skin and flesh to appear on his body surface. They twisted and writhed in a grotesque manner like giant worms. Every inch of torn skin surged with cold energy and sword intent. Every bone in his body was clanging and creaking, as if blades were squeezing and scraping against each other. Inside and outside his bones, bizarre runes identical to the chain inscriptions were carved out by fel fire, as if he were enchanted.