The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2628

Humanity.

There's a kind of dog-like enthusiasm that's so stubborn it's incomprehensible even to humans.

The regional broadcasts fell silent for a few seconds before a barrage of profanities in various languages ​​ignited the entire battlefield. This was far more powerful than any political commissar's pre-battle mobilization or blessing ceremony. The sheer volume of information generated by the passionate broadcasts was comparable to the artillery fire that was simultaneously surging towards the rift passage.

"Holy crap? A bastard from the 'Eye-Eating Cabinet'? That's professional! A born troublemaker physique?" Old Wang clicked his tongue: "Without you, this fight wouldn't even need to happen, it would just fall apart!"

The Zerg's movements were obvious. Whether it was the materialized subneural network or the Zerg themselves, they were desperately using their physical bodies to block any force that dared to attack the rift passage. A torrent of flesh and blood piled up, and severed limbs and unharmed Zerg were fused together, surrounding the rift passage, like a verdant planet rising slowly.

Moreover, this shimmering planet died as soon as it took shape; the energy radiation that swept in all directions collapsed inward rapidly, and the vibrant flesh and blood quickly dimmed, condensed, and solidified.

Insects
The process of eating is probably their most tangible weakness. Who would have thought that such creatures could have an even more beastly defense sequence?

Shortly afterward, the insectoid star core fell into complete silence.

Unable to be penetrated by artillery fire or broken by skills, the America Federation's trajectory-based thermal bombs bombarded the surface relentlessly, only creating streaks of light originating from within the star, without even a speck of dust falling.

Old Wang put his hands on his back and turned away from everyone: "Ha, a mere child's play, showing off your skills before an expert!"

A line of six dogs riding five dogs surged out from the depths of the Black Thorn Forest. In just a few dozen seconds, hundreds of thousands of five-six formations appeared. However, according to Old Wang's opinion, if the firewood in the Abyss Well were more plentiful, there wouldn't be only a few numbers. People, you still haven't tried hard enough.

The torrent of armor-piercing arrows is concentrated on one point, and the corrosive and armor-piercing effects are immediate. Even if each arrow can only gnaw out a tiny piece the size of an ant, the sheer volume of millions of arrows per second is enough to amplify the microscopic scraping into macroscopic damage.

A deep tunnel was visibly carved out of the insectoid star core, and the shed dust had completely lost any properties related to insectoid transformation, truly just like the most ordinary dust pouring down.

"Tsk, this time the bugs really suffered a huge loss." Old Wang found the scene incredibly pleasing to the eye. "So you guys aren't a perpetual motion machine in the subspace after all. So what's the price? Let's see how long you can hold out, you sons of bitches!"

Such a sudden turn of events is rare for insects, but it did nothing to comfort the humans. A chilling, unsettling feeling quickly crept up their spines and up their heads. Anyone would know that something terrible was about to happen, so amidst the barrage of attacks, they could only grit their teeth and ask Old Wang in a low voice.

This is destined to be futile.

After all, the so-called four weaknesses (weakness against plague, weakness against wind, weakness against fire, and weakness against beasts) and four breaks (armor breaking, destruction, ruin, and magic breaking) all originated from the bloody capital accumulation of the Great Mage, which led to a qualitative change.

The armor-reducing archers are just the surface; at a deeper level, they represent an extension of an entire warfare system. Even if these people could cobble together an all-around team on the spot, they still wouldn't have the Triple Power and Blood Wind as the catalyst and catalyst to combat the insectoid matter itself.

"Going left or right is worse than retreating. You only know to turn when the pig hits the wall, and you only come to nurse when the baby dies." Old Wang clicked his teeth in disgust, taking the lead in barking: "You bunch of pigs and dogs dare to shout that we men don't treat you like human beings. If you have that kind of guts, you should take a look at yourselves and see if you're even fit. You can't even get a hot bowl of shit. Only someone like Teacher Cang, who is effeminate and indecisive, would be willing to hold your ears and nag you over and over again, feeding you shit and piss. Cyber ​​Pig Farm is going to suffer a lot if it gets stuck with rotten mud like you who can't be plastered on the wall!"

This was absolutely, absolutely, absolutely what Old Wang had been holding back for who knows how long. After all, from his perspective, Li Cang, a guy with a sharp tongue but a ruthless heart, was generally too soft on people—creatures who were easy to get along with and build social relationships with. Back then with Katugan, he hadn't even bothered to raid the old lair, which didn't fit the image of someone as ruthless and powerful as the Mage. And the base—Li Cang's attitude towards the base and all the old and medium-sized silver coins there was practically doting. Damn it, even he hadn't experienced that kind of treatment.

The silence across the entire battlefield was deafening, except for the loud laughter of the America Confederation—

Anyway, considering how they stumbled and were swept along by Li Cang, in a sense, they at least stumbled into following in the footsteps of the Mage. They may not have developed a path dependence on the Zerg from Li Cang's various tactics, strategies, and war systems, but they were still completely clueless.

America has long possessed the ability to contend with individual Primal Zerg individuals. While she may have some ability, it's not much. The problem is that, as the one who has suffered the most beatings after the Zerg and His High Priest, she is truly more qualified than anyone else to say the harshest things and launch attacks on the base and former residence.

It's utterly ridiculous. We don't even bother mentioning your base in Jinyumen, Luotongtianhe, which is backed by the two big mountains of Licang and Rao Qifang. But you single out your former residence. What were you thinking, talking nonsense? We're just saying.

Is this a human?

Is this a pure human-made item?

If this thing were the father of a capitalist entity, we would feel sorry for it. Damn it, we would even dare to usher in a second Roosevelt New Deal because of it, would you dare?
No sooner said than done, a familiar voice from the American Confederation casually launched a public initiative over the regional broadcast—

"Commander Lin Sheng, if your superiors have any shame at all, our suggestion is that they all just take Guiji and blow up the bugs. Give Li Cang an explanation, give yourselves an explanation, give the self-sufficient and thriving base and the Chinese people an explanation. Don't you Chinese people always say that sacrificing oneself for one's country has always been the best way to die? At least it can prove that all failures stem from methodological errors, not from distorted values!"

The former residence remains silent, but it keeps firing shots.

Inside the command center, Lin Sheng chugs down a large bottle of Zhuyu liquor, his voice rising uncontrollably from high-pitched to hoarse: "Ahem, everyone, don't be misled by them. Just do your own thing. We are an organized and disciplined whole. I have no right to overstep my bounds and respond to this pointless provocation on behalf of the former residence!"

Then--

"Hold!"

"Fuck it!"

"Beasts! A bunch of beasts! Insects! A bunch of insects!"

There was no sound of breathing in the command cabin, only fragments of dark green wine bottles swaying on the ground, casting dappled light and shadow.

The tattooed young woman pressed her earpiece, swallowed hard, and cautiously reminded him, "Uncle, Uncle, they just went online. They're all watching."

Lin Sheng, who had been clam after clam from beginning to end, finally couldn't hold on any longer. It must be said that the Commander was a man of deeply suppressed emotions. He raised a firm, powerful middle finger at the two-eared alarm clock-like figures, enunciating each word clearly and deliberately: "I! Fuck! Your! Mother! Fuck your mothers! I quit! I'm giving you one minute to send someone to take my place! Send whoever you want!"