The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2705 Super Domain

Unfortunately, Du Niu's peacock-like performance was destined to be ignored by no one except Lao Wang and the insects, who were playing the ox's song.

One is the innate talent for slacking off.

One is a fish.

There's a generational difference between her and Aunt Niu, so she treats them differently.

"Wow, that's really something!" Old Wang was standing near the back of the skull, which was so big that it was practically a mammary-white chest. It perfectly matched Master Wang's profession, persona, and personality. He was the chosen one of the Divine Throne: "Aunt Niu is a real man!"

If Master Du had been any less perceptive, he would have turned this guy into a mushroom on the spot.

Of course, Du Niu is a respectable person and is sustainably in a state of being well-fed and clothed, so she doesn't bother wasting time on someone like Lao Wang, who is greasy, crudely made, and has nothing to offer.

Du Niu cleared hundreds of miles of space in one go, and the power of ecology continued to radiate and expand outward. Various mycelial structures simulated the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, grass, trees, forests, grass, birds, and beasts, and used them as cages to contain countless insects. The structure of space, the flow of time, and even the entire system of rules were completely changed. Every death, rebirth, self-healing, and reshaping of the insect race meant a layer of decay and degeneration. Bloodline, flesh, energy, and rank, each generation was worse than the last, until they were completely reduced to the lowest level of this strange ecological chain. The whole process took tens of thousands of years in a glance, and the succession was so fast that it was terrifying.

“Domains.” Du Niu was not satisfied with this gradual encroachment. He looked at those clearly defined domains, like subspace vesicles, that stood firm even amidst the insect swarm and the entire chaotic battlefield. Then he looked at the areas shrouded by the faith or incense power of those divine beings: “He is right!”

To some extent, Du Lao's ecosystem is indeed not an independent and autonomous form of power that transcends the existing system. Just as Li Cang said, the essence of the so-called ecosystem is still a super-enhanced version of a sub-domain. Each version has its own god, and each generation has its own people. Du Niu is now one of those people.

For many years, apart from eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping, Du Niu had plenty of time to think, which made her feel bored and even despair. The only problem was that no matter how much the ecosystem expanded or how much resources and food she received, her life form never showed any signs of continuing to evolve positively. It was as if there was a pitiful, invisible, and intangible thick barrier hanging over her head.

Li Cang's words made a lot of sense to her, especially his praise of Rao Qifang's near-divine connection to nature, which sparked a flash of inspiration in Du Niu—

"An opportunity!"

The sudden collapse of Du Lao's ecosystem, which had been draining massive amounts of Zerg matrix energy, caused all the fortunate followers who witnessed it to grit their teeth. The sense of separation between the ecosystem's edge and the world line was so clear that a void zone, resembling a spatial rift, was visibly created.

Without a doubt, Du Niu is rejecting, and even stripping away, the source of all world lines.

Once this near-self-destructive collapse begins, it spirals out of control, collapsing from the outermost edge of the ecological radiation zone toward the core with a resolute and irreversible force. The intense energy flames engulf the entire fleshy sac formed by the insect swarm, like a nuclear explosion.

Old Wang was completely bewildered: "It self-destructed?!"

Sister Kan squinted: "It's struggling!"

"Clam?"

“You don’t understand!”

Old Wang, a man who'd seen his share of storms, wouldn't back down: "Tch, it's not like I haven't seen it all. Old Li once secretly made a wish behind that kid's back. I respect Aunt Niu as a tough woman, but I wonder if she can handle the consequences if they put a big accusation on her."

Sister Kan's Metal Tide Avatar stared at Old Wang with surprise, scrutinizing him carefully. Her gaze was as if she were seeing Old Wang for the first time. The entire friendly nation was astonished, and then...
Then he stopped talking.

The self-important king of the world, Deathstroke, spread his wings and, as if shaking off dust, shook off the swarming insectoids from the airspace within his power range. Twisted evil flames rose up, constantly scorching those ugly things whose self-force fields were out of control.

"Damn it!" Old Wang cursed, pulling out his hammer, but it sounded more like he was encouraging himself: "Sure enough, people live to suffer, and as long as you're alive, there's no end to the suffering."

The hammer instantly split into countless forms, and evil fire roared up. A mass of tentacled, indescribable things, occupying a ten-kilometer radius, clung to the fel chains that randomly took root on any living unit on the battlefield. Like a giant, alien spider, it twisted its round rear end and pounced on its locked prey along the rustling, trembling web.

Sister Kan: ─━_─━
Only after that lump completely disappeared from sight and her gaze fell unobstructed on Li Cang did her mood quickly brighten, revealing a cheerful and radiant smile. Then, the figure formed from the tide gradually vanished into the metal frenzy.

Metal Frenzy, Du Lao Ecology, Power of Faith, Ice Prison, Felfire, Blade Storm, Plague Cloud.
And all sorts of long guns and short cannons
Even excluding the Zerg, this place is not a habitable ecosystem for any of its subjects. They might not even be able to perceive the difference before and after the Zerg's disappearance. For them, it is a short journey that determines both superiority and life or death, so short that sometimes they are unaware of why their only life-saving tools were activated or not activated.

But for Li Cang and a small group of people...
This thing is actually a life-or-death game where you have to compete to see who has the longest lifespan and who is the biggest. Even for Old Wang, who has been playing this game day and night for a month or so, all his vacation time combined probably wouldn't be enough for two full nights of sleep. The most desperate way to die is undoubtedly to go through the cycle of dying and coming back to life again and again.

"Capitalists are turning people into monsters."

"Life's fear of death is a good deal indeed."

The former is the king's elegant words, while the latter is the shared understanding of divine beings who feed on the incense of faith. They urgently need a heresy that believers cannot refuse to fully and frantically exploit the clean and hygienic energy of faith.

Zerg, just the right fit.

The absolute and pure power of faith that believers have obtained by burning their lives is like a raging flame further purifying their life essence. The transformation is just around the corner, making them ecstatic and even ignoring everything that is happening around them.

In contrast to divine beings, some people's thought processes are quite in line with the natural way of things—

die?

Why should I die?
Young master is going to ascend to immortality and listen to music in the brothels of the twelve towers and five cities!
"These days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to break the spell by brute force, huh?" Bian Xiu sat calmly in his command tent. Tens of thousands of his followers, controlled by the "Power of the Pillar" technique, stood numbly outside the formation. They assumed various stances as Bian Xiu made hand seals, beat drums, and banged gongs. A continuous stream of human sacrifices and bloody objects from the battlefield were thrown into the formation. Bian Xiu's apricot-yellow banner shone like a supernova explosion, constantly radiating a comforting and refreshing aura: "You son of a bitch! What kind of class do you think you are to compete with my ancestors' offerings? Get lost!" Boom~
The blow was so severe that almost all the divine units that tried to betray their own side were physically rendered speechless. The covetous claws of the dogs had to be withdrawn, and even the mental grids of the Zerg hidden beneath layers of flesh and chitinous carapaces were affected. The movements and reactions of the Zerg on the entire battlefield were slowed down by more than a beat or two.

The command center has returned to normal.

Lin Sheng pinched his brow, Lan 177 Meng Liang Zonggou's lips twitched, and the head of the America Federation's big family was drooling, wishing he could steal this little thing home and marry it on the spot.

You can't beat them with a fight, you can't scold them, and you can't coax them.
They were truly powerless against Bian Xiu, this seemingly familiar template. They couldn't very well just teleport Meng Fanting's daughter over from the void to suppress her biologically, could they? This little thing was holding a grudge against them; this brat really dared to stab you.

"What's this now?"

"Are we going to add more offerings inside?"

"Not really like it"

Finally, Meng Liang noticed something amiss: "This thing, hmm, doesn't it look like that colosseum or arena built in the base?"

Massive amounts of remains, ripped off from the battlefield, piled up around Bianxiu. Corpses lay strewn across the land, and ghosts wailed. Under the illumination of the array's radiance, they underwent a horrifying transformation. Torn open by a sinister force, their internal organs exposed, two shimmering glass beads, one gray and one pink, materialized out of thin air, carrying with them ghostly shadows as they surged into the long-dead remains.

"Hey guys, you're alive again!"

"WTF? OMG!"

"kill"

Unaware that they were wearing skins that didn't belong to them, and carrying fresh, warm blood, the marionette turned back and rushed into the battlefield without hesitation.

Body, soul, bloodline, servant of destiny.
Everything that once existed has been disrupted and reassembled, but what remains is a gift accumulated and evolved from the Stafford Colosseum, so absurd that it seems like an illusion.

Lin Sheng was completely dumbfounded: "No... Ah, this him?"

Bloodline is almost the most unshakable and eternal foundation in our understanding. Let alone cutting or correcting it, it is normally something that cannot even be looked at. How the hell is it that it is suddenly like the filling of a steamed bun, allowing people to speculate and fabricate at will?
"Ghost! It really is a ghost!" Bai Mengmeng covered her mouth and stared wide-eyed, a little frightened, yet her thoughts were wandering in a strange way: "This person doesn't even need special effects to act in a horror movie!"

Adhering to the principles of a materialist fighter, Meng Liang solemnly and rigorously declared: "Spiritual entity!"

"what?"

"It is a spiritual entity, not a ghost."

The people in the command room looked at each other, not at Meng Liang, but at Lan 177 and Zong Gou who came with Meng Liang. Their scrutinizing gazes clearly said: "Berbro, it's clear that your base is so big and powerful that you can even dig out such an oddball from the corners of the world."

The core of the battlefield.

Li Cang wished he could cry out like Meng Jiangnu for his magnificent structure. The blackbody crystal cluster had undergone another self-collapse. Before this thing completely replaced the subsidence geological structure, the shadow mirror alone would probably not be enough to support it as a pillar supporting the sky.

"Howl~"

The silent howl of the threshold personality radiated a strange and unpredictable energy wave across the entire battlefield. The pale bone claws fell, and beams of scorching wind seemed to gush out from between its fingers, soaring into the sky and devouring insects alive.

Even the burning wind didn't seem to be created by Li Cang burning his life force to cast a spell. It was more like something being peeled off from the body of insects targeted by the threshold personality and then refined.

The three-colored, three-phase celestial characters were passed on to the wrist of the threshold personality, flickering and turning with their own rhythm. The hazy wind gradually stripped away the colors around the threshold personality and spread and infected along the path of the bloody wind and the power of the three phases.

Ultimately, the life force of the Zerg or their subordinates, whose lives were mutated and seized, materialized under a thick, even ghostly, dark cloud, turning into a torrential rain of blood.

The Corpse Mountain and the Dog Sea have gone completely mad. Their mutated alloy composite armor, which can easily launch counterattacks, the Purgatory paint of the Abyss Well, and the Vibranium enhancement of Sister Kan, one by one, from the physical level to the various buffs of the Mage, have been combined into one. As a result, the four dogs have become like fathers, basically fearless of the Zerg's attacks and can fight with great force, instead of just relying on the repeated resurrection and reshaping of the cancerous and mutated organization to act as a rolling meat.

Like tiny viruses, they take root in every corner of the battlefield. No matter how abstract or distorted their form, whether they are part of the geological formation or the bones of the Zerg's mutated life forms, it makes no difference to this thing. They only need a plasma cannon or a blood plasma cannon to catalyze themselves or anything else and spread them all over the world, wave after wave, with howling winds and turbid waves.

This moment is just like that moment.

In a daze, Li Cang felt as if the entire battlefield had inexplicably shifted from the macroscopic to the microscopic level, and all the biting, devouring, infecting, and aberrations were nothing more than an immune war waged around this super-giant flesh-and-blood asteroid cyst shaped by the Zerg.

The chaotic, surging power of the three phases in Li Cang's eyes had already invaded his normal visual system. Or rather, his five senses were transitioning from the conventional to the three-phase anchored direction, permeating each other and merging into one. This feeling was so subtle that it once caused the mage's self-control to become unbalanced, resulting in the black crystal cluster and the Isolley's Incineration flying everywhere.

Old Wang's health bar was practically whittled down by a barrage of scorching winds, a full ten or twenty times in quick succession. His barking was a mix of arrogance and despair: "You son of a bitch! I've been hiding way back here! Are you doing this to test your aim? Are you doing this on purpose?!"

(End of this chapter)