The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2629 Li Cang: Eek, I won!

A true socialist fighter with dignity and ambition, who is yellow-skinned and red-hearted, is being condemned by the Confederate worm America, whose heart is rotten, in front of millions of people, and he is powerless to refute it. Anyone in his shoes would have their moral compass broken.

But look at the subtle expressions and movements of these handsome young men in the command center.
Perhaps, maybe, even a little bit, I think Commander's words are too soft. Just think about all the suffering Lin Sheng has endured, all the blame he's taken, all the backbiting he's received. Otherwise, how could he become a leader? They're nothing but small fry. Just this restraint and forbearance is extraordinary. Even among conservatives, he would be considered overly conservative.

The tattooed young woman raised her hand, interrupting her uncle's spellcasting animation: "Commander Lin, I think you need to come and take a look immediately. For some reason, the multidimensional sphere containing us is rapidly collapsing. In a minute at most, we will reveal our true form!"

"No need to look anymore." Lin Sheng squinted at the energy screen directly in front of the double-eared alarm clock figure, and sighed softly, "It's them."

The dormant insectoid star core, which was being relentlessly excavated by Liu Gouzi, suddenly reignited with starlight. Some mysterious force began to cause the nearly indestructible star to collapse inward. The layer-by-layer, tidal collapse was clearly visible under the reflection of the energy field. The intense, infectious force swept from the inside of the star core to the entire world before the energy field, until the star core collapsed to only a thin, reflective layer.

The raging flames, accompanied by the cold warp currents and worldline tides, swept away living beings, including scattered Zerg, undead, beastmen, servants of fate, and human subjects, as well as solidified floating landmasses made of broken limbs and flesh, and even modified islands and ships, like fried yogurt. Everything was wiped out, like foam piling up on a non-existent shore.

Energy storms, chaotic force fields, and radioactive material flows—none of these things that respectable people would avoid like the plague could mask the sheer pleasure in the Mage's voice: "Eek! I've been hit!"

Frieza, being carried in a princess carry: "@#￥%……"

Li Cang, already torn to shreds by the combined storm, still maintained a smile befitting societal expectations: "Baby, dizziness is normal, take a deep breath, let's go~"

Although Comrade Frieza lacked the ability to organize his thoughts, one could tell from the dazed look in his eyes as he was kicked into the mill that he was cursing quite rudely.

To be fair, given Frieza's skill level, if it weren't for that Zerg macro cannon with its severely excessive yield, Li Cang would probably have had to endure this cesspool for an even longer time.

There was no time to say goodbye, and even less time to say thank you.

The blooming insectoid star core had already washed away the entire battlefield. There was no smoke, no light pollution, and even half of the Nest Lord's body, which had descended through the rift passage, had disappeared. The entire world seemed to consist only of that passage, which, like a black hole, replaced the insectoid star core and hung high above the world line.

The collapsing radiation patterns covered the sky, from light to dark. When they collapsed around the black hole, the energy pulses extracted from the world line completely liquefied and surged, lush and dazzling, but they could never illuminate the darkness that devoured everything.

"Damn it, it's expanded to multiple dimensions?" Old Wang, having shattered a hard shell several meters thick that had molten and rapidly cooled and solidified, managed to squeeze out a few words from his very soul: "So this is the real Zerg macro cannon, it directly expands the quadrant!"

Even more conspicuous than Old Wang was probably the Well of the Abyss. The infernal flames, which had been flickering like a tiny candle flame, shot straight into the sky, licking the clouds with an arrogant attitude comparable to the Inferno of Aesop.

Further out, the newly established maze of the former residence and America's subspace vesicle showed no trace of their past existence. Hundreds of millions of followers from all directions and even different timelines, of diverse backgrounds, were finally able to witness the true face of the battlefield's core—

Where are the bugs?

"Wang Defa? I'll live as long as heaven and earth!"

"Holy crap! There are still people alive in there! Quick! Save them! Save them!" "Holy Gift Crab! Am I...am I already dead? And why is my Valhalla styled in Chinese?"

Among the countless creations, such as modified islands, ships, and sky islands, which remained intact despite the torrent of material that formed the floating landmass, only one in ten thousand could maintain their original form. The palace complex where Lin Sheng's former residence was located was among them.

The peaks rise one after another, their golden summits gleaming; pavilions and terraces stand amidst the misty waters.

Looking at the black, thorny forest of flesh and blood, hundreds of kilometers in diameter, and then glancing at the magnificent, resplendent Heavenly Palace not far away, anyone would feel a jolt in their heart. They felt their faith had never been so deeply rooted. To be honest, there wasn't much else to it; they were genuinely terrified that a dialog box would suddenly pop up in front of them—

Please select your faction.

The abundant energy wind brought vigorous life to the battlefield. The roots of the alien life chimera grew wildly together with moss and weeds. Within the alien tide, the light of bloodline collapse and rank advancement constantly shone. Even the peripheral followers clearly felt a warm and comfortable feeling that penetrated their hearts.

"Protective gear, quick, protective gear! Beware of insectoid infection!"

"I'm still inhaling it! Haven't I ever died from it?"

"It's a little sweet!"

"Wang Defa, is that thing some kind of rift passage? It's completely different from the information I received!"

"Those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles or get bogged down in trivial details. Are you deaf or blind to this strong smell of insects? Can't you smell it?"

"The Zerg are dead, the Terrans shall rise! Let's get this party started, brothers!"

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Wild subordinates are like this, or rather, the communication environment on the battlefield has always been so positive that you can forget about strict discipline and order; madness is the main theme.

Some were rescuing people, some were grabbing goods; in short, it was a chaotic scene of panic and scrambling.

But the magician, overjoyed at the birth of his son, had no time for anything else. Even Liliana's boisterous, burping, and frantic barking sounded as clear and melodious as a lark's song to him.

"Everything is normal on the sky island, and our losses are still within an acceptable range." After coming out, Tai Xiaoyi couldn't help but look up at the black hole of the insect body hanging high in the sky, and said worriedly, "The main body of the Nest Lord should be descending directly, right?"

Old Wang rubbed his head: "Damn it, Li Cang was right, the bugs really got to eat the best! Those tendrils, um, energy links, whatever you call them, they're all spatial disturbances! I just tried them with the anti-warp missile, and only the young lady's Moonfall Tribulation could touch them once or twice, the rest are probably all for nothing!"