The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2700 Incarnation of Faith
The Zerg and Li Cang teams are both AFK, just loafing around.

"Kouhu~ Kouya~!"

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The sound waves exploded, converging like a tide. The battle cry, so distinctively regional, caused the Mage and Master Wang to stumble on the spot. A layer of white sweat broke out on their spines, and their stiff necks rattled like rusty gears. In disbelief, they slowly turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

With an average height exceeding 2.8 meters, broad shoulders, thick waists, long arms, and slender legs, their bodies covered in totems proclaiming their martial prowess. They wield rough bone weapons, and each possesses two or three flexible external armor plates, either ○ or △, with a horizontal bar emblem inside representing the three gods' moon shining and traversing the land of Mushen. Occasionally, a few of them, who are relatively "normal" in height, often hold disproportionately large weapons that are far beyond the "normal" size of their peers, bordering on the absurd.

Hundreds of thousands of female warriors from Mushin Continent leaped from the standard ships of the Goldfish Logistics channel like madmen, roaring excitedly in a language no one could understand, and pounced on anything around them that didn't seem like a friendly unit. As if they had heard a summons, the dice spun and automatically transferred the buffs to them, and then another scream like a bear encountering fire echoed across the battlefield.

"Run away!" Old Wang's usually fluent lips twitched unnaturally as he frantically searched for a place to hide, visibly panicked: "What the hell did I do with all these living fathers?!"

Li Cang pinched the bridge of his nose and remained silent.

"What's going on? There's actually someone you two are wary of?" Changhe Luori's expression was like Columbus discovering a new continent; finally, he didn't have to spend all his time lecturing the goat about the dangers: "Holy crap! What is this thing?! This...this..."

Seriously speaking, Changhe Luori felt that any one of these women could easily send him flying with a single punch, three times over.

Even though there was a barrier of a worldline jump channel in theory, he could still feel that pure force. It was an arrogance that used flesh and blood to disturb the energy wind. In fact, what appeared to Changhe Luori was a series of individuals that were like human black holes, recklessly devouring all forms of power around them.

Putting aside its outward appearance, its burgeoning vitality and violent aesthetics are like the rising sun, radiant and dazzling, incomparably brilliant and magnificent. In my entire life, I have never seen such a form of pure power in anyone else.

Of course, he had met Rao Qifang.

Tao Hong had hoped that Li Cang's anger would at least give him a chance to gouge out his own eyes. As for Rao Qifang, he saw her as nothing more than an ordinary, silly, beautiful woman with no aura whatsoever. At most, she was a little older, but he couldn't understand her, which made him realize how truly terrifying this world was.

After my thoughts had finished wandering and my soul returned to its place, my eyelids started to twitch involuntarily.

A vast expanse of filthy, cheaply made corpses lay scattered about, blood flowing freely, like a cesspool in a black market cannery. Chitinous remains, coated in a thick green sap, floated in the air, slowly rotating around some kind of force, infecting and devouring each other. Bloated, gigantic creatures, like tendons, muscles, and bones, writhed and twisted in the sea of ​​blood. The area within a radius of tens of kilometers was a scene of utter devastation, yet not even a single insectoid could rise again.

"hiss"

The well-informed Brother Changhe involuntarily clenched his buttocks. He now had ample reason to suspect that even a simple resurrection item wouldn't be enough to revive him after a collision with this thing. No, let's just say, this boss has an incredibly wide network of connections. Or perhaps you've been planning to rebuild Terra and take down the Zerg since the very beginning of the Cataclysm?
The redhead adjusted her glasses, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. She spoke with a sharp, penetrating eloquence, each word capable of piercing the fragile heart of the setting sun: "They... give me 20% of their battle-damaged versions! I have a way to get them back into the battlefield!"

Li Cang shook his head immediately: "This really won't work!"

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Without waiting for a reasonable explanation, Hissmore Anel gave the Mu God tribe's innate, highly bio-engineered holy bodies a deep look before continuing to type on his keyboard.

In fact.
Heathmore Anel might really be unable to handle them.

From its geological composition to its ecological structure, and from its beliefs to its physical body, the Mushen Continent is undoubtedly inextricably linked to the Corpse-Weaving Goddess. The female warriors of the Mushen tribe are scattered everywhere along the Goldfish Logistics route, kicking and scrambling to explain the advantages and disadvantages, but to this day, Li Cang has never received even a single normal report about their casualties.

Don't ask, just ask. That's because the heroic souls have returned to the land of the Goddess of Ximu. In short, there must be some story behind these incredibly fierce old women. That story is much more impressive than the stories they bring home from all over the world. The former is nothing more than something to laugh about over tea, while the latter is enough to make the respectable smile of the Mage, which meets the expectations of society, instantly disintegrate.

"Wow, these women can really tear bugs apart with their bare hands!" Old Wang, a pure materialist, clicked his tongue in disbelief. "Emmmm, now that I think about it, even being carried back by them for a team-building BBQ doesn't seem so embarrassing anymore: 'Damn it, if everyone in Base 3/7 had this level of physical fitness and combat power, switching ideologies in a second would be nothing. I'd just give them a proper tribute!'"

Li Cang then glanced at him dismissively: "You have no faith."

"Does Lao Tzu's materialism need a kind of faith?"

“I said you have no faith in power.”

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In short, taking advantage of the brief period when the bugs collectively went down, everyone, from Li Cang's mill and Monroe's cerebrates to the various subordinate forces, made a fortune. The mutated bloodline creatures were all well-fed, and even the Mushen Continent female warriors who arrived last achieved impressive results. However, good times always pass quickly, and soon the bugs became active again, and the intensity of the war surged exponentially once more.

"The harvest season is over," the mage sighed dejectedly, glancing back at the skeletal gate of the mill. "Put the bill on Big Thunder's head. Remind me later to send some money to those little game shady workshops she's been secretly funding."

"6!"

Old Wang gave a thumbs up in admiration, "Go ahead and criticize, who the hell can criticize you better?"

Just then, Li Cang's communicator, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly crackled: "Hello, Lei Zi?"

The voice coming from "Li Licang" was indistinct, urgent, and broken: "Intrusion, form unknown. Li Licang. Received."

"Commander Lin?"

"."

A dead silence.

As if sensing something, Li Cang frowned, looked up, squinted, and smiled.

The gurgling sound of water could be clearly heard even in the chaos and confusion of the battlefield. Some invisible dark cloud and breeze passed by, teasing the energy wind and gathering dark clouds.

"Lang~"

Only when the bride's figure stood in the void did the enormous body of the Silver Ridge Beast appear. Beneath the red veil, its almost tangible gaze was fixed on a certain direction. Huang Quan passed through the air, standing with its master between Li Cang and the increasingly intense energy clouds.

Li Cang waved his hand: "Go ahead."

"Lang~"

The matchmaker's voice was devoid of joy or sorrow, and her figure gradually faded away.

A deafening rumble of thunder echoed, its ancient sound echoing: "The Creator created the world, humankind, and the gods. When you monkeys came down from the trees, you didn't pray to the Creator. You prayed to the wind and rain, the sun and mountains, the rivers and streams, you prayed to the uterus and all living organs. And so, we came into being." Old Wang grinned, picking at his ear, and then spoke with a straight face: "So, you're a parasite, aren't you?"

The voice paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I am all primal power, I am the essence of all living beings—"

"Wo Nen Die?"

"."

First, there was Lin Daiyu who killed Zhen Guanxi with three punches, and then there was Old Wang who refuted divine life with just a few words.

Enlightenment in this area.

Tsk.

The low-pressure healing rate was extremely high across the entire battlefield and even at the bases where people were watching the live stream across different lines. Hissmore Anel pursed her lips slightly, lowered her head, and continued fiddling with her seemingly endless keyboard: "Go, relay the signal here to those patriarchs at the base!"

A group of female voices nearby immediately responded, "As you wish~"

To be fair, this was probably the first time in the history of the old guard at Base 3/7 that they had been able to confront divinity so directly. It was quite sudden. After a brief period of chaos, almost everyone they knew showed up, except for those who were too busy with missions to move. The noise was incessant, and the sounds of cursing and swearing filled the air.

"What the hell? Divine life? Where is it?"

"Shut up, the signal was already bad!"

Where are the Mengliang people?

"Are you still half asleep, you old codger? How long has Meng Liang been in the third tier of government?"

"Hey, Instructor Rao, you've arrived too."

Get lost! I hate the sight of you!

"Oh, please sit down, please sit down, have some tea. Hey, Jin Tuan'er, you sit down too. Oh, Aunt Kong, please take a seat!"

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The third front, the battlefield.

Old Wang was still rambling on about sustainability, spewing profanities: "Damn it all, they're all here checking in with me, one after another, forming a duo, like we're some kind of third-tier must-do project, don't I have any dignity?"

Li Cang scrutinized the tangible yet intangible storm of power from head to toe. He had seen more than one or two incarnations of faith, but this pure product of primitive worship still piqued the interest of the mage, who maintained a rigorous academic spirit. He immediately offered a standard greeting, clasping his hands in a fist, thus establishing the dignity of a mage: "What brings you here, sir?"

Old Wang: "Pfft~"

Don't you so-called "lawyers" have your own etiquette?

Starting with zero frames, and suddenly you're playing Korean?
That storm of power, sounding like a chant, seemed to have a comforting, emotionally supportive effect: "You need faith, I need to regain my lost power, so I have come here. I will give you the most generous gifts. Reverence me, pray to me, and you will receive everything you desire!"

Li Cang clicked his tongue, pondered for half a second, and said, "Emmm, so you mean, on your way here, did you happen to encounter a pretty woman carrying an axe?"

"Oh, right."

"Did you lose this golden axe or this silver axe?"

The mage launched into a long, dramatic speech, complete with gestures and expressions, which ultimately silenced the other party.

"No?" Li Cang's face clearly showed his disappointment, and he said in a plaintive, broken voice, "Yes, I just know that such coincidences don't happen in this world, and I just know that He might not be willing to get involved in this matter."

The storm gave a resounding response: "You! Are you praying for the response of another god in front of a living god?"

"No, he was just licking my boots; no one paid him any attention!"

“@#￥%…”

The mage, whose language was incoherent, was a master of wand magic. With a single strike of his giant wand, even though the old king was prepared and had used his hammer to defend himself, he was sent flying like a thunderbolt. The shockwave swept across dozens of kilometers, even creating a mushroom cloud.

"Boom!"

After our king entered the pass, great Confucian scholars naturally came to debate the classics with him.

The dazzling lightning struck the mage's head almost vertically, its blinding trajectory meandering along the back of the giant Kun Kun before dissipating, leaving behind clusters of brilliant marks on its internal neural network and energy nodes.

When words fail, two punches land.

The Mage was genuinely amused by this thing's childish behavior, calmly dusting off the truly ferocious dragon robe while maintaining a polite and elegant smile: "It's just an incarnation of primitive worship. Speak your mind, no need for this show-off. What a joke!"

A sudden, abnormal surge of crimson energy erupted from the depths of that storm, directly transforming into the face of a man with a long braid and a mustache on either side of his mouth. His eyes, brimming with thunderous fury, stared down intently at Li Cang, a hint of something else, quite emotional, hidden within his indifferent gaze: "Are you provoking me?"

The thought of this being a live broadcast made Li Cang break out in a cold sweat. What kind of provocation was this? He scoffed irritably, "The food offerings are just a bit difficult to kill, but whether you live or die is insignificant to this timeline and has no impact whatsoever, is that right?"

Alright, alright, Brother Qiao.
There were a lot of people outside just now. If you had knelt down and kowtowed to me now, calling me "father," I guarantee I wouldn't have messed with your face when I was throwing my false god label at you.

The storm-like face overlooking the battlefield finally connected the ever-growing swarm of insects and dogs, clearly filled with greed and predation, with the thing before it, and roared angrily: "Desecrator, you have no faith!"

Li Cang had completely lost his patience: "Ah, yes, yes, they don't understand or respect me!"

How to describe this feeling? Every time I'm fooled, it's different each time. Every time, he sends out friendly exchange requests with a rigorous academic spirit, but every time he is disappointed. From humans to alienated life to fantasy manifestations of bloodlines and then to divinity, there's not a single good deal. Oh, heavens, how can you be so cruel to me?
(End of this chapter)