The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2639 Berbro
There is probably nothing more exhausting and thankless than tearing apart a magician by hand. The Lord of the Nest simply waved his hand, and the flesh and blood mesh surged in from all directions, like thousands of evil spirits trying to drag Li Cang's skeleton into a terrifying sea of ​​tentacles.

Old Wang was so eager to light three incense sticks for the master of the lair in person that his piety was at least a third of that of the Sui Sect: "Ah, yes, yes, that's it, you damn capitalist, bury him and hang him from the streetlights!"

"Click-clack~"

"Boom~"

One by one, clumsy little skeleton demons, frame by frame, emerged from beside the magician, sticking their butts out, completely unmoved by the surging sea of ​​tentacles, displaying the confidence of the high-ping kid.

A tiny wisp of bone spirit cold fire actually dug out large patches of rotten, decaying, and nauseating sores from the sea of ​​tentacles, leaving Old Wang stunned: "Berbro, has your son undergone ultimate evolution?"

"What are you babbling about? Give me two hundred!"

“(｀0)╭∩╮”

Look, you're in a hurry again, and you're even swearing. I'm saying this based on facts. You guys all have the same style, which clearly means you all came from orthopedics. We can skip the paternity test!

The little skeleton demon broke the siege, and even Li Cang was a little confused. When did this little thing suddenly become a pair of strange treasures? It directly detonated the insect-state infection source so powerfully?
Li Cang stepped onto the black mirror, where the energy winds radiating from the continuous Aesop's Inferno rippled outwards, reflecting each other and remaining eternally, completely clearing away the rampant flesh and blood tentacles.

"Whoosh~" Li Cang whistled in a roguish tone: "Thanks to nature's bounty, Fenfeng and I haven't fought such a rich battle in hundreds of lifetimes!"

Timi even created kill effects, something that has never happened before.

The Lord of the Nest slowly retracted the crystallized flesh and blood root that had been kneading Li Cang into a paste back into his hair. He frowned slightly, strolled leisurely around Li Cang in a barely noticeable arc, and headed in a certain direction under the protection of the flesh and blood tide and the rain of falling reproductive cysts.

"Huh? Huh? OI!"

Seeing this, Li Cang was furious. "What about the Huashan Sword Tournament? You could have at least used the Six Meridians Divine Sword! Instead, you came up with a set of Cloud Ladder Leap, Snow Treading Without a Trace, and Wave Steps without even turning your head. What's going on? Are you looking down on me, a dignified mage?"
The tidal wave of tentacles, reaching heights of hundreds or even thousands of meters, bombarded relentlessly. If it weren't for the black body mirror deathly dome, Li Cang would be nowhere to be found by now. His reproductive vesicles ruptured with a deafening roar, and the splashing matrix fluid contained grotesque creatures ranging in size from kilometer-long fangs, plague diggers, rippers, gargoyles, and cleaners to almost human-sized rove mantises, as well as the wicked widow who was just like Si Gouzi.
"Hey buddy! Here we go again? Is this never going to end?"

The only thing that could fill the wailing of a mage with such despair is probably the Evil Widow 2.0, but fortunately, one of the costs of this thing's fierce persuasiveness is its population size, being the only one of its kind.

The wicked must be dealt with by the wicked. Li Cang weakly raised his hand to signal that version 3.0 was ready to come.

Fortunately, the bug mother in the Big King's nest is quite convincing; otherwise, it would be difficult for Li Cang and the nest master, the evil widow, such a huge monster with high health bars, to extricate themselves from their respective love-hate entanglements on their own.

Old Wang was instantly swallowed up by the tentacled ocean and the newly born insectoids. The Nest Lord's call of "sister" was truly not for nothing. The insects and the sea alone were obviously not enough to cause any health problems for Old Wang, a creature with a complex and multifaceted nature, but they were enough to entangle him.

Compared to Li Cang's treatment, the Lord of the Nest's attitude towards Lao Wang was practically doting; he truly treated him like a close female friend.

A crystalline tentacle, lush and translucent green, emerged once again from some unknown corner of a subdimensional space, like an antelope's horn, right in the middle of Li Cang's spine. The delicate strands did not touch the bones, but instead spread along the skin's blood vessels and every muscle fiber to all parts of Li Cang's body.

In just one second, Li Cang was like a puppet on a string, caught on this tail and completely incapacitated.

"So, you know this is useless, right?" Li Cang was always a chatterbox when facing potential clients, speaking his mind without reservation: "The intensity of the insect-like infection is simply not enough to resist the power of the three phases within the body. Outside, you can call me a carbon-based monkey and I won't mind, but in this situation, think carefully, what should you call me?"

The answer is obvious—

A large enemy force.

The most severe father of the Lord of the Nest.

In fact, it only took a few seconds for the pitch-black, pale, and scarlet colors to climb along the delicate strands of the tentacles, eroding and stagnating the surging energy pulses within its crystalline structure.

rustling
The tentacles and roots withered rapidly, and by the time they dripped onto the ground, they had completely changed their nature, transforming into cancerous and mutated tissue.

It's not a big problem to unexpectedly knead the Mage into a paste, but to think you can control Li Cang with it is wishful thinking. The thing in front of the Lord of the Nest is a living bioreactor that can be instantly refined even if the veins are filled with prison vibranium.

Speaking of prison vibranium
The homologous link channel suddenly opened, and several turtle-shelled water beetles, guarding their own core, crashed into the dense swarm of tentacles surrounding the Nest Master with a series of thunderous crashes. Under the earth-shattering weight, even the Nest Master had to avoid their attack.

This time, the hard-landing water beetle was not spared. Like a watermelon full of bad water, it burst into a muddy mess. The dark-colored, inert vibranium pre-material of the prison instantly covered the surrounding airspace. Within a radius of more than ten kilometers, it was as if it had entered the absolute zero zone. Movement stopped, entropy returned to zero, and it returned to the ground state.

Li Cang rubbed the hair on his arm and chuckled coldly, "I may not be as good as you at running away with a bucket, but when it comes to stirring up latrines, you still need to practice!"

"Holy crap!" Old Wang raised his middle finger amidst the raging waves of insects, uttering the most deafening sound he had ever made in his life: "Hey, hey, hey, you admit it now, huh? You finally admitted it!"

The grotesque and twisted black thorn forest gradually flourished, silently spreading through the vibranium of the flesh-and-blood mesh prison, solidifying the inert rules and making the already muddy art style even more stagnant.

The Lord of the Lair, whose face was flawless, even holy, finally showed a hint of impatience: "Your world has come to an end. Why... why won't you stop?"

After tilting his head and thinking for a moment, he entered the waiting screen. A while later, Old Wang's voice, just as expected, rang out at the right time: "Go to hell! A turtle that doesn't move is a turtle!" Li Cang: "Right!"

The raging winds and foul stench churned the vibranium and various material energy flows within the prison. The traces of wind erosion on the surrounding surface were deeply engraved into the air, lingering for a long time. The ebb and flow of the three phases of power made the situation even more ferocious.

Compared to the style of the Mage, the Lord of the Nest is like a goddess descended to earth, pure and untainted by the mud, as lofty and unapproachable as the bright sun and moon. No matter how the corrupt Triad power of the prison vibranium blows and waves, she remains unmoved.

"I smell the stench of your world rotting." The Lord of the Nest stood there, bathed in holy light, his translucent, radiant green continuously radiating and eroding everything around him, forming a raging storm: "Your world is crumbling. It's being torn apart. The order of all matter and energy is being overturned, and this wasn't even caused by my race. It merely led my race here. I think you should understand what I mean."

"Ah, right, right, I got it, I got it. Insects are all about the survival of the fittest." With the Great Magic Wand in hand, the Great Kun Kun launched a flying kick, and Li Cang finally caught the insect trapped with no way to escape: "Stop stammering, you're just a bunch of old-fashioned trash talkers around here. Besides, are you sure I really have that kind of Dao Heart?"

The Lord of the Nest casually waved her hand, as if a snowflake had effortlessly traversed the world, triggering an avalanche. The Great Kun Kun stumbled and veered away, colliding violently with the Great Magic Wand: "What...does the Dao Heart mean?"

“Compared to your exes, you’re really unlikable.” Li Cang, wearing a pained mask, leaped forward and pounced: “There aren’t any bugs left in the nest, are you? You have to call a stutterer to give a sermon?”

The Lord of the Nest curled his fingertip, just as Rao Qifang had once grasped the Great Magic Wand, and tapped Li Cang's forehead, abruptly freezing him in mid-air: "Individual differentiation. Affinity shift. Isn't it you who have always tried to teach my race to adapt to local conditions?"

Li Cang casually remarked, "Oh, I see. So when are you guys splitting up? How about you join my side's Bug Mom? It might be a way to show off your individuality!"

"That...sister?" The Lord of the Nest seemed quite indifferent, her long, crystalline tail, hidden among her hair, continuing to dismantle Li Cang's body, sometimes a muscle, occasionally pulling out half a rib: "My race...is destined by the will of the entire group, let alone your isolation methods...so crude and clumsy."

Li Cang spread his hands. The Black Thorn Forest was unknowingly covered with the corpses of the Ugly Insect Clan, even embedded in the flesh and blood mesh of the Nest Lord. The power of the three phases was gathering endlessly, and the ferocious tubes formed by the power of the three phases behind him shone with light and flames, and a series of crackling sounds were heard.

The powerful interaction of the three phases immediately shattered the Nest Lord's lock. With a hook and pull of the Great Magic Wand, the Nest Lord was slammed into Li Cang's arms: "Those who learn from me live, those who imitate me die. Your attempt to imitate our mother's performance is even more clumsy. Watch carefully, this is how 'arbitrary' is used!"

Li Cang crushed a gem sealed with scarlet threads. This gem was different from the pendant that the young lady often used to protect against contamination. Its properties were exactly the opposite. It was extremely unstable and could not exist normally. Li Cang's domineering arbitrariness was like adding fuel to the fire for the power of the three phases.

hum~
The chaotic storm brewing in the sky was instantly annihilated, and the shockwave swept across the airspace for thousands of kilometers. However, the engulfing range of the overwhelming crimson blood explosion was limited to a corner of the Vibranium prison that had sunk. After expanding several times, it suddenly receded and collapsed.

It was still that small, gem-like crystal, lying quietly in Li Cang's palm as if nothing had ever happened.

Li Cang twirled the crystal a couple of times, the sound of the water swirling inside was utterly exhilarating: "Ah! I've made it! Being a middleman without doing any production feels wonderful! Let's go!"

The homologous link channel collapsed the moment it materialized, and fine cracks quickly spread throughout the crystal. Tiny tendrils emerged from the cracks, like seeds breaking through their shells, branching out, and blossoming. Suddenly, a vibrant, radiant nest master appeared before Li Cang.

"Simulation, it's still somewhat useful!" The Lord of the Nest spoke clearly, her slender, pale hand resting on Li Cang's chest, her lips slightly parted: "Boom~"

Unsurprisingly, the Mage immediately covered the ground within a radius of several dozen meters with a dazzling display of skill.

"Damn it!" Li Cang cursed as soon as he reshaped himself: "You're really something! You took a huge blood explosion from me, you've got guts, huh? Spit it all back out!"

The wind was faint, yet it reached the heavens and the earth.

Like a wildfire igniting the grasslands in the cold season, the Nest Lord's body revealed an unusual color under the scorching wind, and the scarlet energy veins rapidly expanded, spread, and swelled beneath his fair skin.

The Great Blood Explosion once again completely devoured the Nest Master. The three-colored, three-phase light flames intertwined with the dark green energy entity, which grew wildly, tearing the entire airspace into strands of pitch-black cracks before finally exploding with a deafening roar.

After the massive blood explosion passed through, the entire battlefield presented a sense of spatial fragmentation. The crystal-clear yet pitch-black fragments of varying sizes acted like some kind of seal, imprisoning the insectoids, mutated life forms, and lackeys—whether intact, broken, or reduced to mere skin tubes or bones—annihilating or banishing them to unknown spaces.

Crimson light from all directions snaked towards a human skeleton. Li Cang, who was beginning to take human form, stood up again, his forehead covered in a purplish-red halo of immortality. He grinned and said, "Hey, you guys, are you dead yet?"

Li Leisi sighed: "It's alive!"

Old Wang: "Should I draft it?"

Li Cang expressed his relief: "Look for it, that thing can't be dead. See where it went? Damn, why is the insect's black hole still spewing out insects?"

"I don't know!" Old Wang barely managed to survive by entering his fel-powered transformation form. Right now, he was frantically shoveling blood and fel fire out of the nest. Who cares if the lair lord dies or not? "Is my life less important than a bunch of insects?"

"Who are you? How much are you worth?" Li Cang was truly desperate: "Find it! Hurry up and find it for me! This thing might recover faster than me!"

A group of rebellious children immediately jumped out and turned the entire chaotic battlefield into a pitch-black mess. Any scanning, identification, or perception capabilities became useless here, unable to even produce a single reaction.

"Ugh~"

Li Cang was so anxious that he failed to pull out the three-phase anchor and instead spat out a large mouthful of almost energy-state flesh-like substance.