The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2651 You Need a Bigger Ship (Please Subscribe! The Latest Three Chapters)
Before that condensed plasma, dimmer than the dying red giant to the point that its flames appeared as a black, almost light-devouring mass, Lady Campbell, in her tattered wizard robes and hood, was like a drop of ink falling into water. From her center, winding, fine, and elongated fragments of leaping lines spread and radiated in all directions, igniting a darkness purer than black flames into a scarlet crimson.

The scarlet, sharp claws gently gathered and twisted, and strands of lines carrying a certain quality of power fell lightly and fluffily like dandelion seeds into the ring-shaped floating mountain range completely invaded by the Doom ecosystem, merging into the black fire star body.

thump~
The void resounded with a muffled thud, and a tail with fine, jewel-like scales suddenly fell from the wizard's robes, its visible force field ripples spreading in all directions.

The black flame star suddenly began to collapse, and the torrent that stretched to the edge of the horizon carried matter and energy to form a double helix structure that gradually dispersed and radiated to both sides, like a snake shedding its skeleton, or a staircase extending inward.

The surrounding black flames were rapidly drawn away, twisting and entwining on the double helix structure. A corpse giant with wings sprouting from its ribs, a three-headed, four-winged, one-tailed evil dragon, and a strange dog with a mane as thick as a lion's mouth were outlined stroke by stroke, and they paddled, bit, and gnawed their way deeper into the stairs.

At that moment, Campbell suddenly turned around—

"I need the crown of the stars!"

The sound pierced through the chasms of space and the chaotic energy storm, striking like a hammer at the America high-ranking officials who were almost completely immersed in the agonizing revelation of how the Z-1 council district had been devoured by the vibrant, shadowy, and filthy metallic lifeforms of the colony—a scene akin to the agony of hellish monsters.

"Light the Star Torch!"

Even a second's hesitation demonstrates a lack of the most basic reverence for life.

For the first time in history, the Startorch system, which combines the ability to sever and shape subspace and to strike across lines, was torn apart by other forces. In the orderly fleet of ships, countless energy flames, like fireflies, broke off from the Startorch reactor, rose up, and swayed along long and illusory energy trajectories as they converged toward Campbell.

The sensation was like a tiny spark igniting a massive smelting furnace, the intense energy winds causing the entire world to tremble and teeter on the brink of collapse, as if countless tangible yet intangible demons and monsters were inflicting a slow, agonizing death upon the black flame celestial body, with debris flying everywhere and ravines crisscrossing the landscape.

The next second, Campbell's figure vanished, leaving behind only a tangled mass of chaotic energy, as if it had formed some kind of key point. No matter how the black flame star writhed and thrashed, it continued to flow with its own rhythm.

“It’s completely out of control.” Lin Sheng pinched his brow and fiddled with the alarm clock on both ears. “We don’t understand what they’re doing, or even what we’re doing. This thing, whatever it is, is experiencing an exponential increase in entropy at its core. If we can’t come up with a solution, this airspace will soon be completely destroyed, and it might even affect the entire Third World Line!”

"Ms. Campbell?"

"No! I'm talking about Li Cang and the Lord of the Lair!"

"I know!"

A group of people turned around and looked at the source of the sound.

Bian Xiu, carrying a single-sided hand drum of unknown leather, sliced ​​through the shadows in the corner like a hot knife through butter. Peeking out, she stumbled, quickly regaining her balance, and gave a dry laugh. Then, steadying herself against the jingling bells, gongs, cymbals, chimes, bowls, cymbals, pestles, mirrors, and wheels adorning her—there were so many items that it took her a while to quiet down. "You need a bigger boat!" she exclaimed. "And this little friend is..."

"Hmm. This is none of your business!"

"Hiss, you, are you Bian Xiu?" Lin Sheng, who was slow to realize what was happening, was surprisingly agile, even more so than Lan 177, who had undergone rigorous training and battlefield combat. He grabbed Bian Xiu's hand and said, "Seeing is believing. You are indeed extraordinary and have the bearing of a dragon and phoenix. I am Lin Sheng, the person in charge of the former residence in the third line. This is my niece, Bai Mengmeng!"

"Oh," Bian Xiu grimaced and pulled his hand back, glancing strangely at Lin Sheng, then at Bai Mengmeng, before turning to Lan 177, his blood boiling with eager anticipation: "You need a bigger ship, one that can withstand the corrosive effects of various force fields, energy winds, domains, and ecosystems!"

Lin Sheng was quite supportive: "And then?"

Bian Xiu wiped her cymbals and blew on them: "Of course, we'll take all the firewood you have over there, fork it out, and bleed each of them as a sacrifice to the heavens. I'll perform a ritual to ensure those fresh, vibrant souls are delivered to my brother's lips. Let me tell you, my brother has a servant of destiny that is absolutely—"

Blue 177 shouted sternly: "Bian Xiu!"

"Uh," Bian Xiu slapped his own mouth: "Anyway, this is the best way. Anyway, those gray animals from the colony are meaningless to both you and them, so we might as well use them to support our friendly companies!"

"Sacrifice to Heaven? Ritual? Blood and Qi? Soul?" Some people muttered among themselves, "Why does this plot seem so familiar? After all this preparation, shouldn't someone ascend to demonhood next?"

"You'd better be talking about someone else!"

"Oh, my friend, I think you need to know that in the path of domination, the White Demon King is far more terrifying than the Black Demon King!"

"Really? Then you should be glad he's not interested in living people~"

"Wang Defa?"

Over there, Lin Sheng composed himself, making sure he didn't sound so desperate: "Bian Xiu, do you mean Li Cang needs...sacrifices?"

"Wrong!" Bian Xiu choked again: "Go to hell, just consider it something my brother needs. Insects are all muscle in their brains, what's there to chew on?"

"So, it's that succubus?" The America Confederation's side was clearly experienced as well. Seeing everyone's gaze focused on them, they coughed slightly awkwardly. "She caused us quite a bit of trouble. Those who were bewitched by her and survived were like a bunch of soulless zombies. I mean, when they were quiet, they were like corpses, able to go for weeks without eating, drinking, or moving. When they were active, they became complete beasts. Anything could enrage them, including feeding them. Within the Confederation, she was called Lily III. However, she never seemed to have shown any more physical and realistic aggression, did she?"

"Lily cough cough cough." Bian Xiu was both amused and exasperated: "That's because you haven't seen her real appearance. Anyway, everything I said is true and there's evidence to back it up. This job is clean and hygienic. So, are you going to do it or not? Give me a straight answer!"