The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2695 [Fel Transformation 2.0]

"The Innate Well-Throwing Sacred Body!" The mage, now even displaying his greedy and shameless manner, said, "This thing... well, what I mean is, wouldn't it be wonderful to let it nurture the Abyss Well's Purgatory Flame?"

Li Leisi, her leg trembling and lips pursed, said, "Excuse me, are you living simply to compete with insects on moral boundaries? Aren't you planning to live something else?"

If she hadn't just been overpowered by tearing apart bugs and needed to catch her breath and reduce her entropy, she wouldn't have bothered coming back to this thing to be subjected to mental pollution.

Sure enough, if someone is good-looking, the price is too high; even the Five Deficiencies and Three Lacks cannot contain him.

How can one describe this bastard's character? He's the kind of person who not only wanted to behead Louis XVI, but also wanted to take his old head and resell it.

Gee.
Let's focus more on faces. At this age, only this stuff can satisfy our cravings. Even the most indifferent man has a warm face and a cunt.

Ms. Li Leisi, an experienced woman, happily switched legs and continued to cross them. Her crossed legs, which seemed to last longer than her life, swayed back and forth, forcing the Magician to reach out and steady her to avoid getting in the way. But Comrade Da Leizi was even more pleased with himself.

"How should I put it? It's long, isn't it? And it feels nice to touch, doesn't it?"

"Hmm, shorter than my legs."

"Get out! Let go! I told you to let go, didn't you hear me?!"

I absolutely love it!

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"They're here." Li Cang suddenly pointed to the sky: "The Investiture of the Gods is a good thing. We've encountered it several times, so why isn't there a sensible magic weapon that recognizes its master?"

Li Lei looked up, squinting her eyes: "A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on."

A blinding light spread across the entire world, and countless precious pearls, gems, diamonds, and gold and jade rained down like a torrential downpour, landing on the heads of the bewildered insects and producing a series of distant and desolate sounds like ancient musical instruments.

The Rippers, whose bodies were tens of kilometers long and thick, which had been lurking around Li Cang, were reduced to only a few hundred meters in size after just a few blows. The deep green energy that was forcibly stripped from the gaps in their chitinous shells and from every hole in their bodies transformed into a surging torrent, rushing and converging towards the phantom of the flag standing high in the sky.

Amidst the turbulent winds and thunder, the entire battlefield seemed to be enveloped by some kind of barrier or domain, and every living being in the field felt a strong sense of being spied on.

With just one strike, the battlefield was emptied.

The entire group of subordinates stood there dumbfounded, staring at each other in disbelief, their skin crawling with fear and sweating profusely. Thankfully, it was his mother who had automatically targeted the enemy. Damn it, this place has never had a good reputation. If things got really heated, would it turn on us and the insects into something else?

The moment the glittering jewels faded, a pale, icy, ghostly mist instantly took its place, filling the entire world. Red and white paper banners fluttered, and inexplicable ashes fell. Countless colorless and transparent wisps of energy were pulled from the ground, tracing indistinct paths through the mist, stiffly moving their limbs, and heading in all directions.

"A ghost! There's a ghost!" "What are you yelling for!"

"That's how my life is going to be. What kind of era is this where I'm still afraid of ghosts?"

Old Wang: ─━_─━
Master Wang's legs were so weak he could barely pry open the tweezers. His face was deathly pale, his eyes, which had shrunk to pinpoints, stared blankly at the swarming, ghostly figures before him. The torn bodies, the crooked eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, the icy aura—he was terrified of them.

Yes, that's exactly how Old Wang is.

The wedding procession of a hundred ghosts wouldn't scare him, of course. How could something that had been touched by Li Cang be called a ghost? No way, it could be called a workstation, it could be called a colleague. The capitalist world is more brutal and colder than any demon or monster.

But this is different. These things are genuine, recently deceased servants or some other strange and unusual creatures. They are different, very different.

Rubbing his arms, Master Wang furtively reached out and gestured, his hammer and knife intents drawing upon everything around him, drawing all matter and energy into his body. But the swaying, blurry, almost transparent shadows remained unmoved, passing through him, through the field of the dragging knife technique, and gradually fading into the distance. During this process, Master Wang could even feel the coldness they brought and the heat they took away as they passed through his body.

"Holy crap!" Old Wang yelled as he jumped up, "It really is this thing! Take this!"

hum~
A fiendish flame, over ten kilometers in diameter, silently bloomed, without any heat exchange or piercing sound. Only clusters of flames continuously burned the seemingly empty void, devoid of any medium.

However, it doesn't seem to be of much use.

The torches continued to move and drift at a leisurely pace, but against the backdrop of the evil flames, the blurry and illusory limbs and the empty, lifeless eye sockets of each face became even clearer. Then, stiffly, in unison, and silently, they turned their heads, and Old Wang's reflection, held in his empty eye sockets, slowly converged in his direction.

"I'm so shocked! I've stumbled back several steps, my eyes turning red. Gasping for breath, I raised my hammer high and screamed again, my voice trembling with rage: 'I'm so shocked! I ...ve stumbled back several steps, my eyes turning red. Gasping back several steps, my eyes turning red. I

Billions of chains of evil energy shot out, clanging loudly.

Then, to his surprise and delight, Master Wang discovered that these things seemed to be trapped by the fel chains, or rather, by the smoldering fel fire inscriptions on the fel chains. They were all stuck and could only wander aimlessly between the lines of the chains.

Furthermore, even the force that pulled them to create illusory shadows seemed to be dispelled, and many blurry shadows appeared to be on the verge of collapse, even beginning to decompose on the spot.

Then, an unprecedented pain, colder than ice and more painful than pain itself, surged forth along countless chains, bringing with it anger, grief, madness, fear, despair, and resentment.
An endless feast, yet utterly tasteless.

pain
Disappeared.

Old Wang stood up, like someone who had knelt all his life suddenly finding his bones.

Old Wang's eyes, seemingly overwhelmed by all the pain in the world, were unusually clear, just as focused he was when criticizing certain epic works of two-legged races.

His skin was cracking, his muscles were writhing, and his bones were grotesquely piercing through his muscles. His skin was covered with countless fel energy runes, which were densely packed and even looked somewhat bloated. In the blink of an eye, an extremely abstract forced fel energy transformation was quietly performed.