The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2637 The Master Who Casually Digs Holes

"Damn it, Ryner!" Countless fel chains pierced through the Lair Lord's rigid carapace, indiscriminately scattering dozens of chains onto each of the three barely human beings inside: "Missing your father so soon?"

While the Fel Chains can anchor the Lord of the Lair, their effectiveness is highly questionable, given that they are essentially soulless creations designated by His Highness the High Priest.

Li Cang only gave the thing a perfunctory look and then, after failing to get anything out of it, gave up on it.

But on the other side, the rusty fel chains, a physical entity worth over a hundred million, seemed to be instantly etherealized a second time, collapsing into pure fel fire around Li Leisi.

The ferocious dragon's true eye suddenly opened, and a strangely colored lightning bolt, as dazzling as the sunset, snaked upwards along the evil energy chain. Immediately afterwards, a figure with five layers crashed straight onto the outer surface of the stiffened body, imprinted like a shadow. Master Wang's high-quality, extremely heavy old body of the Nest Master was even hit with a clear and muffled sound.

"Wait a minute." Li Cang seemed to realize something: "So the Felfire is a physical attack, but the Fel Chains are considered a mental attack?"

"You stupid idiot! Don't let me catch you! If I slash you, Old Wang and Little Old Wang won't be able to share a health bar anymore!"

"Holy crap! You woman are truly vicious!"

"Come on, stick your head out here, and I'll give you another buff!"

"Heh, can you let Teacher Cang do this for me? I don't like your type, you know? We men prefer the all-natural kind. Forced-ripened women are just too morbid!"

"I'll go to bed at eight in the morning!"

One sentence offended two niche groups, which only shows that Lao Wang's expertise in certain areas is still too authoritative.

In fact, even the soulless and emotionless Lord of the Nest is not immune to this. Old Wang is like the big camel in the scenic area, very attractive. Everyone who catches him wants to ride on it, take a picture, and give him a good whack.

Without a soul, one is immune to the afflictions of the fel chains, and cannot feed on them like Liliana. The Lord of the Lair fiddled with the fel chains, letting the inscriptions on them gradually ignite with malevolent flames, rustling softly: "I understand. It seems my race has wasted a great deal of food. No wonder you weak and filthy insects are so hard to eradicate. You repeatedly breed, and my race has yet to completely disrupt your ecological balance!"

Yes, "Zerg" is just a name humans have come up with; it's not formal or official enough. They actually call themselves the "Miyi Kin." So it's perfectly reasonable for the Hive Master to call these weak and filthy carbon-based creatures "Zerg."

Suddenly, countless crystal-clear strands, like spider silk, effortlessly pierced through every pore of Li Cang and Lao Wang, meandering through their muscles and nerves with meticulous care, as if they were mining some kind of living mineral deposit.

"you."

"Where to hide?"

"Where exactly are your souls hidden?"

Tsk.

An insect is still an insect.

Brainless people are easy to coax. Li Cang also struggled lightly, and his whole body fell back to the ground like a non-Newtonian fluid passing through a sieve. The bloodstains all over his body, which had been cut by a thousand knives, had healed completely before they could even be seen with the naked eye.

"Speaking of which, didn't your sisters mind your stuttering when you were in the capital?" The mage waved his hand knowingly: "Change the batch!"

Black thorns slowly sprouted around Li Cang like rifts in the void, twisting and growing vigorously. The power of the three phases surged, and the bloody wind that passed by was as cold and fierce as a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire. With a wave of his hand, the great magic wand shook its head and tail and jumped around happily. The big Kun Kun also reluctantly swam over and put its tail in Li Cang's hand.

Like a mountain range being swung in one's hand and sent flying, the infinitely extended and magnified Kun Kun, with a pair of aggrieved yet clear eyes, smashed through everything in its path, including the old king who was being strangled, and the nest master who had a flash of inspiration. The glory of fatherly love shone equally on all the speed bumps.

For Li Cang, the equivalent of a winged Kun-headed Iaijutsu was not even as significant as an invisible and intangible bloodline. But for others, it was a real silicon-based, thermally fused, living, self-propelled bloodline biochemical reactor, smashing the anthropomorphic avatar of the Nest Lord into a porcelain doll covered in cracks before swallowing it whole.

The blue-green flames from the breathing hole instantly erupted like a volcano, spewing out torrents tens of kilometers high, completely filling the interior of the rigid old shell.

The shell, which required powerful weapons like the Great Magic Wand, the Ferocious Dragon Blade, and the Page Hammer to break through, rapidly expanded and melted under the energy flames of the Nest Lord itself, transforming into an unparalleled, enormous, romantic, and warmly welcoming place.

outside the battlefield.

Fortunately, the Third World Line is as vast as the Old King's blind spot. The America Confederation and its former residence, which had been retreating again and again, were dumbfounded, but at least they still had some leisure to reflect on the chaotic situation at this moment.

The relentless barrage of artillery fire, serving as a backdrop, continued unabated, but no living, struggling units dared to approach the battlefield. The swarms, alien tides, and Dumu ecological entities were utterly unable to impede the energy signals projected from within the battlefield in all directions.

A zombie, a bug, a
In any case, none of the six anthropomorphic biological entities, all of which were quite similar in form, conveyed any life information or bloodline readings that belonged to the human category. Even the degree of overlap was not as great as the psychological trauma experienced by a group of genuine indigenous humans.

"Then what is that thing? And when did she appear?"

"I don't know. But she seems to have some connection with Granny Du."

"Those who can stand in this kind of ecological chimera are probably not simple characters. Are there any subordinates in the stationary or orbital systems that match this skill profile?"

"This is not a battle we are qualified to participate in at all."

"Ha! That's easy! You don't even need to knock to get into the mill these days! You can choose between the mill, the insect hive, or the Abyss Well! Just go there and be some self-sufficient material! Everyone has their own ambitions, I may not understand but I respect that. Anyway, I'd like to thank you in advance for your contribution to the great cause of the survival of the human race!"

"You fucking fart!"

"Subordinate? Idiot! Are you Americans blind by some ancestral trait? That thing is a fucking zombie! A zombie!"

"Clam?"

"Wang Defa?"

To be fair, it's not that subordinates look down on corpse-like life forms, it's just that they have a preconceived notion of belonging. The most powerful and representative typical corpse-like bloodline in the world is right there beside them, standing there like a pillar. Below the Cang family, above all other corpses, what kind of corpse-like life form would be so foolish as to stand next to him and show off its skills? If it were just an ordinary ugly one, it would be fine, but if it has complete characteristics and sufficient quantity, are they not afraid that they will end up being caught and refined in an instant?