The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2626 The Mountain Ginseng Wine Hermit, the Immortal of the Memorial Tablet
Some people enjoy a peaceful life, while others bear heavy burdens.

On the battlefield, the diverse and complex factions of the subordinates, whose reputations were far from being realized in person, finally witnessed firsthand the most terrifying dark forest in the world. As the saying goes, those inside want to get out, while those outside are terrified just looking at it.

From warships to modified islands, and then to warships and modified islands infested with insectoid forms, the subordinates who prided themselves on being accustomed to any storm could only watch helplessly as the dark forest, continuously spewing out mountains of corpses, seas of alien swarms, and tentacled spores that blotted out the sky, watched with utter despair.

This art style!
A tremendous evil is coming!

Now who the hell can tell the difference between Holy Terra and Holy Terra?
After the base and the America Confederation worked together to lay a trap, the various forces that joined in the middle were completely overwhelmed. A huge, absurd, and abstract sense of happiness came rushing in and overwhelmed them. How touching, how exciting! What is this? The world is united! The most intelligent of all creatures! The mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the mutated insectoids are all fighting for our human race!

As the saying goes: "With the unification of books and vehicles across the land, how can there be separate borders? Leading a million soldiers across the sea, with sword in hand, one stands as the pinnacle of humanity!"
Damn it!
Go to war!
In short, it was a truly exhilarating self-hypnosis. People can only see what they want to see. Don't ask, the answer is simply that the advantage lies with me!

"Hiss~" Ivantner removed his armor and mask, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Looking at everything in front of him, he opened his thick, thunderous voice like a cruise missile and exploded the scene: "A refreshing aroma! Your Majesty, the great God of Orbital Lines, your humble follower, Ivantner from the Kolyuchin Bay of Chukchi, has come to honor the King and expel the barbarians!"

Deng Yanyu's face under the mask turned green. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Brother, I beg you, please put the mask on!"

So embarrassing.

Desperate and suffocating, Deng Yanyu's entire spine is now itchy and numb.

Comrade Ivan, who was capable of such outrageous acts as offering sacrifices to the sorcerer's tablet, naturally belonged to the category of those with unwavering revolutionary will, pure materialist warriors, with skin as thick as high-grade mutated alloy, and asked righteously: "If I don't take off my helmet and visor, how can Teacher Cang see me?"

A voice echoed from a modified medieval pirate ship nearby: "That's right! If I were wearing a Zhongshan suit and drinking ginseng wine on a Zerg battlefield, how would you react?"

"What grandeur! What boldness! Ivan Turner! May I ask your names?"

"Buck!"

"Zou!"

"That name rings true!" Ivan Turner scratched his head. "Wait a minute... this does sound familiar. Oh my god, it's you guys!"

As hardcore ruthless individuals who survived the battle between the Silver Ridge Giant Beast Gamd and Li Cang unscathed in the Mirage Zone, Buck, Zou, and their bottle of Void-Drunken Ginseng Wine—a total of thirteen illustrious and renowned heroes—have built up considerable fame over the years. The story of how the price for the capture of these thirteen Arhats once reached a staggering 1.5-star price is widely circulated and continuously discussed, all thanks to the favor of fate.

(See Chapter 1327, "The Legend of Zoubak Mountain Ginseng Wine," for Soldier B: "We'd better not move anymore." Chapter 1351: "Awesome, another day alive!" Chapter 2179: "[Plain-colored Cloud Border Flag]")
Deng Yanyu suddenly widened his eyes: "Brother, boss, it's them! They're the Mountain Ginseng Wine Hermits! The Mountain Ginseng Wine Hermits!!"

Big Ivan: "Suka! Wang Defa?"

with no doubt.

Naturally, those who meet by chance feel like old friends, regret not having met sooner, and share similar tastes are called bosom friends.

The ancestral tablet master extended a warm invitation to business partners to visit his ideological entity. The ginseng wine laymen gladly accepted the invitation and paid their respects. Both sides, sharing their surprisingly compatible personalities, made constructive remarks and quickly reached a deep commitment to a strong alliance and win-win cooperation.

"Brother Ivan!" "Brother Zou!"

"Buck!"

"Brother Deng!"

"Shall we go?"

"Go for it! What's there to be afraid of?"

The temporary workers around them, who were either officially employed or temporarily employed, stared at the dilapidated, unremarkable redevelopment island and the medieval pirate ship sailing side by side, thinking to themselves, "You guys are doomed. Where did you come from? You think you're so careless? You're really stupid. With this situation, you're really making a fool of yourselves, aren't you?"
then
These guys, who never mind the extravagance of a funeral, just watched as the two magical artifacts plunged headlong into the chaotic storm of flying insects and surging alien tides without ever turning a corner. The mountains of corpses and seas of dogs, the alien tide and insect swarms, seemed to be invisible to them, even intentionally or unintentionally avoiding them, always just a hair's breadth away, but ultimately cleverly avoiding all their possible annihilation.

"What wonderful!"

"Clam?"

"Master, this is a master!"

"Brilliant!"

"Hey guys, is there some kind of insect-repelling force field in this world? What the hell is going on here?"

"We still can't judge a book by its cover. This one skill alone is enough for us to study for years!"

"To follow or not to follow?"

The answer is: follow my foot! Didn't you see that the America Confederation's fleets were trapped nearby, running around like madmen, trying to frantically bombard the area with molten metal bombs but unable to get out? It's like they're completely out of sync. Who would dare to follow them?
Normally, such mixed teams would undergo pre-battle mobilization, but in this state, even sending a high-ranking shaman to perform the most energetic war dance and rap wouldn't withstand the brutal reality of a bloodbath.

"Fire!"

The overwhelming barrage of artillery fire, completely different in form and nature, instantly engulfed everything, like a waterfall of stars and a rainbow bridge connecting two distinct worlds.

As Lu Xun once said, the followers who have learned of the weaknesses of the newly minted Mimi insect clan are well-prepared this time.

The barrage of bullets was so dense that it was impenetrable, spanning hundreds of kilometers in width. Yet, even so, even though they were only on the edge of the Misty Forest, the swarms of insects, rising and falling amidst the ebb and flow of the cannon fire, only increased in number. The dismembered limbs and corpses, under the violent baptism of various attributes, primarily wind, fire, poison, and essence, rapidly piled up into one after another remarkably neat and mad mountain range winding between heaven and earth.

The chaotic energy winds were so sticky that they seemed to require only a tiny, suitable catalyst to cause the entire battlefield to explode, but in the end, they were still indulging in their own monologues under the intense artillery fire.

At this moment, even the omnipresent insecticidal infection seemed to have subsided, no longer giving the shields erected by every ship and every modified island force field generator that had that murky, frosted glass-like texture.