The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2690 Just staying alive is risky enough.

In a post-apocalyptic environment, the followers know how to compromise. With the insects slow to arrive, the 11.951% self-unloading probability of the storm-level self-anti-infective activated vaccine seems particularly terrifying. Once the insects arrive, the mere tithe on human heads is nothing more than a minor, insignificant ailment.

Eleven days later, witnessing the Eye of the Swarm's re-descent mechanism, which seemed to sever world lines, the newly arrived followers suffered a severe blow to their SAN value. Fear turned into rage, so they all chose to take the vaccine and charge into the insect swarm, singing a hymn of human courage.

With a one in ten chance of physical collapse or bloodline disintegration, coupled with the relentless bombardment by the Zerg army, the bad news is that the human subordinate camp has almost had one-third of its inventory wiped out in a single encounter. The good news is that this inventory is based on a complex framework including but not limited to human subordinates, servants of fate, and contracted alienated bloodline creatures.

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Even so, the scene before them was so unbearable that even a mage would grimace and furiously pound their wooden fish in disgust. It seemed that, aside from the early days of the Cataclysm when everyone was a noob and the entire party would wipe out so easily, this was a sight to behold.
"Damn it!" Old Wang's hammer slowly slipped from his hand and slammed into the ground of the sky island with a bang: "From this day forward, I'll never call you a son of a bitch a lunatic again! In my understanding of humanity, this kind of thing should be a minority, right? Isn't this just a freebie? Are you some kind of bastard composting this place?"

Old Wang, his moral standards and empathy are such that it's hard to say whether he's disrespectful to others or disrespectful to himself. It's like being in a Schrödinger's dark forest state. It wouldn't be surprising if opening the box revealed some superposition state and a sustainable, mutually tearing thing.

In an instant, the flames of the Abyss Well transformed into towering trees.

Dozens of exaggeratedly powerful, malevolent fire rings rippled out from the sprawling giant tree, sweeping away all the dust, smoke, and insignificant energy ripples within a radius of hundreds of kilometers. The icy infernal flames even exhibited a vibrant quality, their branches seemingly echoing the hideous scars of the Eyes of the Masses.

"Praise be to my Lord, my wise and mighty master, Liliana is willing to prostrate herself before you forever in the eternal river of time, to be your most loyal slave, @#￥%..."

In comparison, the inhabitants of Purgatory are considered to be a land of etiquette.

Singing, dancing, and rapping have become an indispensable part of every meal. Liliana dances with an intoxicated and mesmerized expression. If Li Cang hadn't habitually kicked her, she could have continued singing the incomprehensible Purgatory Hymn until next year.

"Putting Six Dogs on this thing is the most abstract mistake I've ever made in my life!" Li Cang gritted his teeth. "I've lived my whole life on thin ice! How could I have gotten involved with such a worthless thing!"

Old Wang rubbed his chin: "You know what, you really have to admit, it's a bit eerie, but the dance is actually pretty good. If you have the chance, get one for my clone girl too!"

"Huh?" Li Cang squinted. "So you're still in contact with that person? Weren't you complaining like a dog, saying you were cheated and all that?"

Old Wang's lips twitched, and a rare hint of embarrassment appeared on his old face: "Emmm, well... just bear with it for now, ovarian cysts, take a step back, breast hyperplasia... you know what I mean!"

"Only sycophants become more courageous after setbacks; decent people are all colluding with scoundrels!"

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Regarding the domesticated and wild populations, much like the Zerg battlefield before us, major powers such as America's Base and its former residence are essentially powerless to effectively control these diverse and numerous unofficial rabble. Furthermore, under these circumstances, it's hard to say that these scattered, disorganized soldiers who dare to actively enter the third front are not insane.

They risk their lives for money, skills, and the chance to change the status quo again and again. At best, it's called a reshuffle; at worst, it's a restart. Perhaps the only reason they can't directly confront their competitors is because they can't defy public opinion.

Insects are a good thing.

If we win, we get a meal; if we lose, you get a feast. It's fair. At the very least, we can make a name for ourselves in history. They don't even need to pack up and bring back a lot of third-line resources, insect-based substrates, materials, and production materials. As long as they can hold out until multi-line communication is established, the first-hand information and the large number of wealthy, fearless people behind them waiting to remotely launch a satisfying attack will be enough to ensure they live a worry-free life for the rest of their days.

Don't give me that crap that a few hundred percent profit can make people take risks and trample on everything in the world.
hypocritical!

I'm already risking my life just to be alive!
In fact, not only was Li Cang's elder brother Wang dumbfounded, but even America and her group in the base's former residence in the later camp couldn't understand whether the world was changing too fast or something else. In their PowerPoint presentation, these idle bastards should be experts at instigating internal strife, surrounding points, picking up the scraps, and observing the edge of mutiny. In any scenario, no one expected that they would be the first to rush up and fight the damn bugs to the death. You have to know that the first batch of anti-infective vaccines that just arrived could only cover a few tens of millions of people.

"Is it possible that these guys have already been affected by the insects?"

"Commander Lin, do you mean that all these people are in a state of spiritual corruption that they themselves are unaware of, and that we cannot see or detect?"

"It's so outrageous that it actually makes some sense."

"That's not true!"

"Otherwise, how do you explain such an outrageous self-destructive tendency?" Lin Sheng pinched the bridge of his nose. "The insects are going to go crazy now! Everyone, get ready! System, request permission from the former residence, prepare the Maze Forest, prepare the Soul Ascension Banner, prepare the Azure Lotus Treasure Banner, and now give me a list of the magic weapons we can use immediately! Quickly!"

Immediately, the America Federation reluctantly stated: "Yes, we absolutely cannot let the Zerg easily obtain so many fresh resources. Exile the warband, and get everything on the battlefield except for living creatures into the subspace labyrinth right now!"

Whether it's the former residence that received the least criticism or the base that received the most criticism, neither can actually achieve the American people's capitalist spirit of "feeling sorry but not hurting money." Their calm and collected nature, which usually lasts the whole game, was completely swayed by the mediocre followers.

If population is a resource, then resources have a fixed limit. Even three world lines and countless dimensions cannot withstand the impact of tens of millions of people in a single encounter. Just as Lin Sheng said, if you don't open your mind, you can't imagine why these people dare to rush forward with such a roar. What does it mean? Is it just because they've never died before?
as the title
Living is truly a damn art!

Grass!