The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2712 Stealth: A Perfect Match
The entire world was like molten steel poured onto some kind of solid biological paint. The massive body of the Nest Lord instantly burst into flames, and the shattered flesh and the rising flames were simultaneously scattered in all directions. The chain reaction explosion continuously stirred up tidal waves of ion storms, which were then torn into thousands of turbid waves by the beams of light connected in rows by Sister Kan's sorcery runes.

The continuous energy explosions tore space apart into countless fine fractures and folds. The deep, dark space that seemed capable of swallowing everything existed only for a moment before being replaced by the brilliance of some strange runes. The cold worldline tides and endless artillery fire gushed out from every crack at the same time.

The silicon-based thermal weapons and dirty bombs completely transformed the core area where the Lord of the Nest was located into a virtual furnace with an extremely terrifying temperature that was still exploding and rising in a physical sense. Amidst the swirling flames, no life form could escape, and everything within sight was reduced to firewood.

The swirling vortex, propelled by the central mushroom cloud, was expanding at a seemingly slow but actually absurd rate, washing away everything around it. With the subsided surface as the boundary, the synchronous growth of two symmetrical mushroom clouds, one large and one small, indicated that the subsided land in the core area had been completely eroded through. Various substances that had lost their buoyancy poured through the lower mushroom cloud like waterfalls into the endless abyss.

"Gan!"

Having finally escaped the clutches of the Lord of the Lair, the mage merely peeked out before immediately grabbing a hard, seemingly unidentified component from the Lord of the Lair and covering the flesh tunnel forcibly created by the great wand once more, before settling into bed peacefully.

There's nothing wrong with a capitalist occasionally playing the role of a laborer; it's called "wearing a white dragon fish costume," blending in with the world, and it's quite classy.

At this moment, in Li Cang's three-phase vision, the lord of the nest he was buried was less a creature and more like a mountain range of the same lineage. He could not see or figure out the bloodline of this thing, so there was no reason to detonate the entire lord of the nest like he did with a Ugly Insectoid.

Li Cang casually applied a breathing patch to himself, carefully covering it with the power of the three phases to prevent these cute little things from being corrupted by the insectoid transformation. In fact, given the opportunity, the Mage wouldn't mind living a more comfortable life. He wasn't like Lao Wang, who could make a living in the BDSM community like a drug addict just by setting up a shared link channel.

but
The internal workings of the Nest Lord were far more difficult than imagined. This Nest Lord didn't have any exoskeleton, endoskeleton, hydraulic network support, movement, or nervous system. Basically, it consisted of nothing but a mouth and a stomach. The entire digestive system was designed to be as complex and abstract as a fighter jet's fuel tank. Every crack and crevice was filled with digestive and energy conversion-related components. The so-called vital points in a physical sense became a joke.

"Even though you, the Mage, have the title of Origin Hostility above your head, and Sister Kan's witchcraft virus hasn't even reached the level of a large group." Energy pulses surged in the unknown channels, and the whole person was like entering a back room slide, being propelled by a sustained high-speed sprint, with sparks flying from their buttocks: "Same Origin Channel, come!"

Of course, there was nothing there.

As a race capable of traversing between timelines, it's not surprising that they don't allow internal boarding. What truly alarmed the Mage was the sudden appearance of thorns and slit structures in front of the pipes. These were far more suffocating than a water slide covered in a matrix of blades, given the electromagnetic acceleration.

"We're doomed."

The mage attempted to slow the wall down with his great wand but failed, managing only to create a trail of intense plasma flames and a shallow trench. In despair, he could only clench his trousers, enlarge his great wand, and hold it up like a shield in front of him, adopting a stance reminiscent of leaning against a mountain.

A series of crackling sounds echoed incessantly. Within the vast, deep network of tubes, countless fine threads, some of energy and some of solidity, stretched out. Then, billions of grotesque insects emerged from the mucus and energy pulses, lunging menacingly at Li Cang. It wasn't the first time Li Cang had witnessed such a comprehensive self-defense mechanism, but having nothing else besides a large magic wand was truly unprecedented. Within his Triad Vision, external perception and all means of command and communication were completely ineffective. His perception of the Nest Lord's interior was confined within the dense network of tubes, layer upon layer. Loneliness became his best companion.

The time it took for his heart to beat a dozen times, converted to Li Cang's heart rate timer, was no more than two minutes in total. His body was already covered in shattered, sharp fibers. The bio-energy matrix surging within his meridians was like an invisible behemoth with a straw, sucking at him relentlessly.

To be fair, Chef Li's dish was indeed juicy, rich, and flavorful, with a tender and delicious taste.

Immediately, the sticky monsters lurking in the rapidly flowing biological matrix, trailing thin streaks of energy flames, swarmed over us like cannonballs.

Compared to the different ethnic groups outside them, these creatures are only a few meters long and are basically octopus monsters. Their tentacles are long and covered with suckers and thorny keels. Tentacles grow from the suckers, and the tentacles are also covered with thorny suckers, creating a nested structure.

Flames shot from their tails, and their spindle-shaped heads bore ferocious mouths that, like sharks, occupied two-thirds of their long bodies. Inside, there were countless layers upon layers of gleaming teeth, and each mouth revealed a deep, emerald-green spiral of starry sky.

“ε=(ο｀*))), Um, I have a suggestion, though it might be immature. Let's just mind our own business and not bother me while I'm doing my research.”

"roar~"

When he opens his mouth, a continuous stream of energy flames erupts from it; his ugly face is extremely impolite.

However, it was not misused.

Even the magician's mother and all her relatives' focused macro cannons could be eaten raw with flesh and blood, so this little thing wasn't even enough to fill Li Cang's teeth. Before the first mouth could bite into his face, an extremely cautious gust of wind had already been blasted out along the flow of biomass in the pipes.

An invincible fortress is not always breached from within, but there are usually treasure rooms inside that can be explored. If it weren't for the pursuit of profit, what normal person would bother to suffer such torment?

"Lord Falcon, this is a rare opportunity. Whether you get meat or soup depends on this. I'll offer you another batch of top-quality goods later. Yes, that's right, the big apples from our hometown are ripe again!"

(End of this chapter)