The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2710 Wang’s spiritual pillar
As the most rebellious member among the group of rebellious sons of the Magician, at least Old Wang has a lot to say about the edibility of insect-like, infective, cancerous, and mutated forms. The only minor flaw is that the current considerable amount of infectivity is no longer so simple. At the very least, it must also include a share of divine life and Du Lao's ecology. Then there are all sorts of suspicious inorganic and organic substances with unknown components that have been questioned equally by Brother Niu, Gray Wind, and Turbid Flow.

It melts at the entrance.

Master Wang's expression suddenly changed drastically. He felt something that chilled him to the bone—something that was both an energy turbulence and a foreign entity—conquering and plundering his body from his mouth and esophagus, along every muscle and capillary. That thing was practically a living thing.

"Go to hell!" Old Wang immediately retorted angrily, "What can't I digest! What kind of person is worthy of crawling into my belly? You won't even call your Grandpa Wang 'sister-in-law'!"

As the internal energy was drawn up, the evil fire surged upwards.

Thanks to the long-standing meal agreements and betting agreements with His Excellency the Magician, the corrupting substances that these ugly followers feared like tigers were instantly refined and completely became the possession of the Primordial Unity Undying Golden Body.

However, before Old Wang could even offer a few golden rules to save face, a colossal mass of flesh and blood swallowed him whole. The digestive fluids contained terrifying energy pulses that continuously eroded and ravaged Old Wang's flesh and blood. Rather than a digestive organ, this thing was more like a biological reactor.

"open!"

Just as a python forcibly swallowed a porcupine, and even swallowed it against its spines, this insectoid creature, which was most likely a plague digger, was instantly destroyed, riddled with holes by the countless ghostly tentacles of the Page Hammer.

The momentum of the hammer did not slow down; on the contrary, it intensified, like adding fuel to the fire. The torrent of flesh and blood, like millions of moths drawn to a flame, rushed along the rusty chains and the iron tentacles towards that imagined light with almost frenzied speed, until it completely emptied the surrounding matter and energy.

"Holy crap, these things are fucking bugs?!"

Like a suddenly receding tide, countless Zerg, deeply mutated by the gray, turbid current, were stranded in the gore and blood.

To be honest, when Old Wang saw these things, he was devastated and wished he could buy a pair of eyes that had never seen such a magnificent sight at a high price on the spot.

The indescribable appearance of these things is simply indescribable. Old Wang, who is usually timid but insists on calling himself just a superficial person who likes good looks, almost threw up all the secondhand beer and pork knuckle he had eaten.

"roll!"

Old Wang's words had a double meaning; in this situation, the only thing he could think of in his vast knowledge gaps was "get lost."

At the center of the collapsing matter and energy, a sharp blade slowly took shape. Fel fire, like a flickering candlelight shining through a paper lantern, dimly illuminated everything from the inside out. The boundary between matter and energy was no longer clear, but the oppressive feeling it exerted on the outside world began to surge. The struggle between the four fundamental forces reached its climax. Everything seemed to be transforming them into a kind of indifferent, cold, and terrifying heaviness, ultimately shaping them into a vicious and sharp arc.

The crescent-shaped blade, spanning dozens of miles of airspace, resembled a massive extraterrestrial object invading the atmosphere. Its energy and flames surged wildly, tearing through the ocean of flesh and blood before it and evaporating it completely.

The trajectory of the dragging blade technique reached straight to the horizon, revealing the individual insectoids and the chaotic, tangled gray winds hidden in the sea of ​​blood to the normal field of vision. They were completely unaware that they had already transformed into the shape of gray winds, and they all turned around and rushed towards the source of the damage.

Old Wang really threw up this time. Human senses aren't born to satisfy such abstract needs. It's better to keep things shallow, at least... in a zero-sum game, it might not be such a bad thing.

"Ugh! Li Cang, what a mess you've made! You damn beast!"

Yes, Master Wang didn't even consider any other possibilities. He naturally assumed that the unnamed, criminally-minded magician was fully responsible, and just blamed Li Cang for everything!
This heartless worm!
Haha!

Old Wang had no idea what this crisscrossing gray wind zone was, but since it didn't stop him from his passionate melee with the insects, he firmly believed that this thing was undoubtedly another interpretation of the Trinity Force and the Blood Wind, maybe even the Gray Knight's, who cares?

Old Wang aimed in one direction and fought and retreated, retreating and fighting. Occasionally, a few beams of energy flames and scattered strange runes would appear out of nowhere, blasting him with brute force that was several times or even dozens of times the six-dimensional value, like pulling up seedlings to help them grow. Occasionally, when the Zerg macro cannons attacked, he would even be inexplicably teleported to another position, with a paper doll taking the full damage value in his place.

"Damn it, those bastards at the old residence aren't entirely useless after all," Old Wang muttered incessantly, sending out a barrage of mysterious, telegraphic-like codes to continuously cast spells and buff himself: "Damn it! Where the hell is that son of a bitch Li Cang hiding? Lei Zi, Lei Zi, I'm telling you, even if you die, you absolutely mustn't die!"

Old Wang was bombarded and rolled around, but even with the long recovery time and terrifying destructive power of the dragging knife technique, the actual mortality rate of the insects and the like that that were killed was still less than one percent.

Insects are second only to the most infectious and lethal insects; like the mountains of corpses and hordes of dogs under the magician's banner, their resilience and durability are number one.

It dies and comes back to life, dies and comes back to life. Theoretically, the simplest way to kill this thing is to completely drain all the living energy around it, eliminate its infectivity, and then kill it again. A more difficult way is the one in Licang, which is to eat it raw. Of course, it can also be eaten with sauce. It's not a matter of personal taste.

"Whoever wants to be in Class B can have it!" Old Wang mechanically swung his sword for what felt like the umpteenth time. He didn't feel his stamina being used up, but his mouth was parched. So he swallowed a ginseng health-preserving pill to quench his thirst and continued cursing: "Pure beasts! Ancient capitalists! Widow King!"

Yes, there's a reason why lame jokes, Liu Bei, and all sorts of creatively generated profanity can serve as the spiritual pillar of this gang. It's a desperate struggle for survival after all other options have failed. At least in Master Wang's limited opinion, Li should at least try to reflect on himself. The fact that BYD is still around has already lowered the moral standards of our entire gang.

(End of this chapter)