The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2658 The joy of machine soul
With this new buff—no, a bug-level Metal Life Heatsink—the only thing that can limit the efficiency of the mage's output horde of dogs is the mill's production efficiency. It's just a pity that this is a third-tier city, so we can't bribe the little coin minions to get a tenfold, hundredfold, or even ten-millionfold increase in speed.

As the carnage of corpses and hordes of insects tore through the sky, the eye belonging to the swarm gradually shattered the barrier of the world line, bestowing its power upon the swarm to the maximum extent. It had even stopped producing nest masters, only using cheap, ordinary insects to output its infectivity. With each additional crack around the eye, the battlefield below expanded, and even with the full efforts of the Du Lao ecosystem to digest it, some were still missed.

This dynamic balance at least gave the peripheral subordinates, who had been bombarded by the three mutually invading ecosystems several times, a tiny bit of a way out. After recovering, these guys immediately began to repair and modify the island ships and floating platforms at any cost. Those that couldn't be repaired were simply dragged away by their fate servants. They were a bit of a mess as they scrambled and ran, but at least they didn't let these treasures that they had painstakingly brought in from the outside perish here. Even the workshop defenses that carried their greenskin technology were not left behind, and the flattened floating landmasses were all packed up.

The number of dead people is no longer important. Things can be dead or dead. To avoid a repeat of the tragedy and the loss of firepower, they dragged their families and moved to a distance beyond their sight. Only then did these guys realize just how incomprehensibly large the giant eyeball hanging above their heads really was.

"Holy crap!" The people from the America Federation immediately abandoned their aristocratic airs of the old European upper class and cursed: "I'd believe you if you said this thing could eat the Earth raw. The only difference between this and putting Jupiter in the Moon's orbit is that it's alive, right?"

Commander Lin continued to boast: "I've lived in countless places where my former residence has been abandoned, and there are even more outrageous ones!"

Lan177 gave a wry smile: "Now I wish time flowed differently here and outside, so I could either give my family more time, or just get it over with!"

As for Bian Xiu
Bro had already started his natural singing, dancing, and rapping routine. The dazzling drums and music were a cacophony of colors, with each gray-brown figure a fantastical, gloomy, and bizarre shape burning incense, praying, and playing music. Even though he was just one person, he put on a lively and impressive performance with the grandeur of the Golden Hall Symphony Orchestra.

The only minor flaw might be that this event was a bit too eerie. Not to mention America's old feudal theocracy, even a staunch materialist like Blue 177 felt a chill and his scalp tingled.

Although no one ever paid attention to the name of the person in charge of the American Confederation, he had quite a bit of screen time. He was making the sign of the cross on his chest like a fan, muttering incantations. After calming down a bit, his expression was almost as dramatic as that of Prince Ju, who was just beginning to experience the horrors of witchcraft: "My God, he must have official certification and signature, right? Are you really sure he's just a teenager? Why does it feel like your history books have come to life when he dances?"

"Your history books have come to life! Oh, I'm sorry, even if your history books came to life, they would only be two inches tall!"

"Wang Defa?"

Bian Xiu had almost finished chanting his lines, but he was becoming increasingly erratic. His blood was boiling, his eyes were rolling back, his brow was gleaming, and his hair stood on end. He was spouting nonsense: "You're going to die sooner or later, what a waste of top-quality sacrificial offerings! All that whining is pointless; I should have just burned them all up! Now I have to pick them up and persuade everyone. Don't you understand such a simple principle as 'sincerity moves heaven'? You've all gone blind from offering the same gifts! @#￥%"

The three major factions and the small fry stood far away from Xiuer like lackeys, their faces displaying a complex and intriguing mix of emotions. Putting aside the facts, just considering the number of lives they had to lose, even if the magician himself came, he would probably have to deal with the America Federation, which was supported by subspace breeding and wilding technology, and the former residence called "senior."

To some extent, their hesitation is not really due to these impressive figures.

Of course, it's not something you can say openly.

Even a ruthless confederation like the America Federation wouldn't be so reckless as to forcibly remove the colony's inhabitants and sacrifice them one by one to Bian Xiu; they still have some sense of shame.

"Go!" Bian Xiu's tongue roared like thunder, single-handedly unleashing the combined voices of millions of humans and beasts. The bloodlust on his face vanished instantly, leaving him deathly pale. His body slumped uncontrollably to the ground. He waved his hand in this direction: "Go, Machine Souls are overjoyed. You have all been blessed and strengthened!"

Blue 177 was completely bewildered. Although he was a member of the base, he still lacked even the most basic understanding of this person: "Huh?"

Bian Xiu said with exasperation, "My brother Cang doesn't need your pittances, understand? This is for you, don't fucking waste the lives these people sacrificed for—"

"Boom!"

"What's wrong? What's happening outside?" "Commander Lin, it's... it's the resonance from the reactor starting up! The ships that were out of commission suddenly started moving again! Not just us, but also those in the America Confederation! The vast majority are back to normal!"

"Okay, Mengmeng, fire him and get me a switchboard operator who doesn't stutter!"

"Uncle, you've gone too far. Why don't you come and see for yourself?"

"I see... holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!"

When Lin Sheng turned around again, the American Confederation leader, whose name no one cared about, was already holding a box of donuts and macarons, along with a steaming bowl of English black tea that smelled cloyingly sweet. He was holding a silver tray in one hand and supporting Bian Xiu with the other. Even the meme of the Golden Gradient couldn't match the agility of his two kneeling slides.

Lin Sheng was furious: "Hey, you?"

Blue 177 pushed and shoved, shouting, "Get out of the way, did you hear me! Try touching him again!"

The unconcerned American: "Wang Defa, a treasure trove of natural resources, belongs to the virtuous. I, the American Confederation, have made countless outstanding contributions to the progress of human society, both before and after the Great Cataclysm. We brought freedom, enlightenment, and civilization. Shouldn't we enjoy the right to preferential mate selection? You must know we are—"

"Screw your right to choose your spouse!"

"Pah! Screw your idea that only the virtuous should possess such rare and precious resources!"

"vulgar!"

"illiteracy!"

"I'm going to shoot!"

"Tch~" Bian Xiu suddenly appeared on a control panel, disgustedly brushing off non-existent dust from his clothes. He casually pulled out half a dozen handmade sweet drinks that Sister Ting had packed for him when he sneaked out, took a sip, and ignored the idiots wrestling and rolling on the ground fighting over the half-willow stake: "Idiots!"

Bai Mengmeng moved her chair back and stared straight at the handsome young man who had made a mess of her center console: "Believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"

"what?"

"You stepped on my diaper!"

"Oh, oh." Bian Xiu glanced at Bai Mengmeng, okay, no gravity trap was loaded on her chest, so her gaze naturally slid to the other control panels: "How old are you, Miss? Let's get to know each other again. I'm Bian Xiu. By the way, what's your name again?"

Bai Mengmeng frowned, crossed her arms, and looked at him selectively: "Are you an adult?"

"Pfft~" Bian Xiu slurped a mouthful of sweet water: "What are you saying! Just because someone is good-looking doesn't mean they have the right to slander others."