The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2659 Second Batch
"Nice tattoo!" Bian Xiu pulled out a handkerchief to clean the cloth, then bent down from the table and eagerly looked at the screen displaying the red and blue battle, which was emitting static. "So your job is to stare at this static screen?"

Bai Mengmeng frowned, then raised her chin: "System!"

Bian Xiu is a chatterbox, and his specialty is stirring up trouble. This job can help him regain some popularity: "Okay, so what is this red dot and what is this blue dot?"

Bai Mengmeng thought to herself, "He's a really good, energetic young man, so why does he have to have a mouth?!" She then uttered, "Entropy!"

Bian Xiu: "It's just addition and subtraction, so is it better to have more red or more blue?"

Bai Mengmeng sighed helplessly: "You're not that simple."

Bian Xiu: "No, what I mean is, this blue color is almost turned into a QR code by people eating it. It looks like it's about to merge into a circle. Is this normal?"

Bai Mengmeng immediately let out a sharp scream: "Save me, save me, uncle! Save me, uncle! Save me—"

"Stop trying to save me!" Bian Xiu suddenly jumped off the control panel and ran away, yelling, "Damn it, the guys who're after me are here!"

"Hey, you."

By the time Lan 177, Lin Sheng, and their gang, who had been bewitched, came to their senses after leaving the Great Nuo Blessing, Bian Xiu had already dropped several willow stakes along the way and plunged headfirst into a crack in the floor at the corner of the corridor, truly looking for a crack to crawl into.

Lin Sheng was dumbfounded, but his mind worked quickly. He strode towards the tattooed pretty girl: "Mengmeng! Find him! This person absolutely cannot be harmed!"

Bai Mengmeng pouted and put down the diaper that Bian Xiu had wiped clean. She stared at the screen for a while, then picked up the diaper again, her gaze shifting back and forth between the diaper and the screen. Finally, she looked innocently at Lin Sheng and said, "Uncle."

"Find someone in the system! What are you standing there for?" The truth might be a embellished lie, but entropy only increases or decreases, and Lin Sheng understood this very well: "Mengmeng?"

Bai Mengmeng trembled, on the verge of tears, and said to Labubu, "This... the uncle I told you about just now... he did something to amplify the interference, and it even affected the entire system."

Lin Sheng didn't care about the system's merits or demerits at all; his eyes gleamed as he muttered to himself, "Damn... what a talent!"

outside world.

With hundreds or even thousands of insect-like naval platforms, each forty or fifty kilometers long and varying in size, as their spearheads, the space carriers, converted islands, weapon platforms, war workshops, mechanical creations, colonized structures, fate servants, contracted behemoths, and subordinates spread in from all directions like a tide.

The array, seemingly designed with humanity in mind but actually devoid of any living beings, even temporarily isolated the local alien tides. It wasn't that the hordes of insane, mutated life forms had learned to assess the situation; to be precise, a portion of them had actually been exorcised.

The handover of personnel, technology, and resources proceeded smoothly. This was the second batch of personnel to be integrated at Base 3/7, and the representatives sent were Zong Gou, who was in charge of security matters outside the base's airspace, and that blue guy.
Meng Liang.

Of course, the fact that the veterans of Base 3/7 still had a say in this situation was not only due to the support of the various disaster relief bases and their role as gateways, but also mainly because they fully considered the feelings of the Mage.

If you really put some random nobody from the old house in charge, who knows who might get upset and this thing would just go to the battlefield and get shot eight times in the back with explosive arrows and commit suicide? Who would you complain to then?

More sophisticated major powers, such as the America Confederation and its fragments, have their middle and main forces basically lined up under the Star Torch, waiting to be deployed. The colonists transported to the base are all overwhelmed by the capacity of their messenger channels, and they can be manipulated at will.

Meng Liang, who had thoroughly reflected on and studied the situation, pushed open the door and entered. In one hand, he was carrying Bian Xiu like a little chick, and he spread his arms wide, displaying his worldly wisdom and unique sense of humor: "Comrades! Fellow soldiers! The relief grain from the imperial court has arrived!"

Lin Sheng and Lan 177 said in unison, "Damn! Why isn't it Commander Zhao Yang?"

Meng Liang stood there frozen, while Zong Gou silently took half a step back to the side, observing the decor of this temporary command post with an air of detachment.

A minor flaw, nothing to worry about.

The defensive line was withdrawn, and almost without a minute's delay, camps were set up, resources were integrated, and technology was interconnected. Various production lines sprang up everywhere, and resources, measured in floating landmasses, were continuously dragged over and fed into the production lines. In just half an hour, tens of thousands of block mountains composed of dirty bombs had been produced first and piled up in the camp, exposed to intense disturbance and contamination. The air was even filled with fine plasma as thin as hair, and the strong and active metallic smell was so strong that it felt like the noses and mouths of living people would be corroded.

And then.
Countless well-equipped squads continued to advance into the uninhabited deep space in all directions, radiating outwards. Several hours later, the first rudimentary transport platform, carrying hundreds of mutated lifeforms, returned to the camp, followed by the tenth, the hundredth, and countless more.
Wartime rations were varied and unconventional.

The ingredients on this thing are all-encompassing, even including some low-level zombie life forms that are local specialties. Anyway, at this stage, everyone's resistance is quite tough. The cooks are also pretty unconventional. If all else fails, they can just make a pot of antidote for the zombie poison and stir-fry it as a side dish. In short, going hungry is absolutely unacceptable.

Smoke curls from the chimneys, and idlers retreat.

An hour later, in the entire camp with a population of over ten million, those wearing red armbands or white hats had the highest priority on the road. Food trucks, miniature platforms, and mechanical mules transported various freshly cooked and packaged meals at a terrifying speed of over 370 km/h. Even the pseudo-humans who had emerged from the colony enjoyed the same treatment.

The American Confederation sent entire fleets to watch the spectacle. In their system, ensuring the lords had access to delicacies was already a major part of the supply chain; the salaried workers had no right to demand anything else. Therefore, this kind of high-quality, high-energy spectacle, so elaborate and elaborate, was, in their eyes, far more absurd and abstract than the rabbit burning an alien's butt with a cigarette before the Great Cataclysm.

"My God, we have that too?"

"Right now we have chives and pig's blood, salt-baked chicken, braised pork intestines, typhoon shelter rice cake, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, dumplings and steamed buns, all for good luck. Next time we'll consider some dishes that will suit your tastes better. However, we've used up all the ingredients we brought for the stove, so we'll adapt to the environment and use whatever we have on hand. After this meal, don't expect the taste to be the same!"

After unloading a batch of newly sealed cans with a capacity of 100 liters or more from a floating platform, the camouflage guy wearing a helmet and a red label finished his explanation and left like the wind, leaving the American people on the deck staring at each other in bewilderment.