The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2714: Leaking the water
The insect remained silent, only adding to the prize pool. The octopus monster standing in front of Li Leisi was like a dangerous fuse, stretching longer and longer.

Given that this woman was prone to sudden death from the infestation and the unknown air composition produced by the hive, the entire construction process was extremely slow. The Zerg even sent a giant spider to hurriedly crawl over while carrying its "web cable".

The main body of the giant spider, which must be at least several kilometers in diameter, seemed weightless. Countless slender, segmented legs each stepped on a trajectory used to transmit the energy of the octopus monster, as if the thing was a real entity. Pulsating halos were transmitted from the segmented limbs to the body. With each chopstick-like leg, which was tens or hundreds of kilometers long, as the boundary, the air waves expanded like mushroom clouds, and the bound field resembled a giant white egg.

The water and abundant nutrients that normal humans rely on for survival float in the dense gas. These things may sweep away Li Leisi's physical fatigue, but they cannot change the priority of the Great Resurrection Spell. Subhuman physiques never rely on the conventional stamina bar to do work. As for what is actually consumed...
Can you really expect someone who watched half-asleep, incoherently halfway through a transoceanic flight to explain the ins and outs of a movie using the empty logic in their head at the time?
The insect had clearly realized it was wasting its time; its nearly translucent brain flashed with high-frequency energy pulses, once again correcting the composition of the air—

"Eh?"

Normally speaking, a person cannot suffocate themselves consciously. They cannot even control the automatic or manual transmission of their breathing. So, Li Leisi eventually smelled a strange, insect-like volatile odor, very sharp, as if her entire skull was being continuously acupunctured by countless slender menthol and caffeine crystals.

Li Leisi's pupils dilated instantly, and the blood vessels in her eyes seemed to be surging with a faint, deep green energy pulse. Her chest pounded wildly, and her excitement level soared to an alarming degree.

"Bang bang bang!"

The active, disturbing matter that had been lazily flowing on the surface of the space vesicle suddenly condensed into a hideous, grotesque dragon blade. The knocking sound, even more aggressive than Aunt Xue's, was accompanied by a sharp, explosive sound like a blade tearing through sheet metal.

"Ms. Lei," a bunch of oranges still covered in green leaves, grumbled and rolled out of a dark spring that had appeared out of nowhere. The big ones pushed the small ones until they formed a round, chubby, yellow-skinned Michelin-starred little man with a serious yet comically serious expression: "In the dark, a lone man and woman secretly meeting, engaging in frivolous and immoral behavior, this is not the virtue of a gentleman."

"Speak like a human being!" Li Leisi's eyebrows shot up. "And also, my surname is Li!"

The little orange figure smoothed the green leaves on its forehead and then adjusted the green leaves on its chest. It crossed its legs in mid-air, its seriousness tinged with a hint of mockery: "I'm afraid Li Cang will misunderstand!"

Li Leisi, with her sharp eyes, barely moved her fingers a few times out of habit before, true to her professional ethics as a gaming addict, she immediately questioned, "You seem to have a boil on your hand. Wait, this thing should be a clone of yourself, right? Are you... playing a mobile game??"

"Uh-huh, cough," Old Wang next door fell silent. It was clear that the orange's mimicry and lifelike movements had their downsides. Then, he looked around and pointed smugly at the restless insects, saying, "I'm not usually interested in soulless things like this. But since you're so insistent, what are they?!"

Li Leisi gestured for him to proceed, her expression equally serious: "He wants the foundation for the ascension to the divine kingdom!"

Too many lice won't bite, too many debts won't worry. What kind of love sparks will the Corpse Weaver Goddess ignite with Teacher Yi, an Old One? Comrade Da Leizi is seriously looking forward to it. It would be best if she could trick Bai Huazi into publishing a book for them.

The little orange figure gave Li Lei a deep look, and the black spring that was leaning against her gradually surged: "Perhaps it is hard for you to understand, but do you know, one of the benefits of refining essence into spirit is that the barriers of space, subspace, and even the entire world are almost equivalent to being completely defenseless to us!"

"Actually, I have a really good eye," Li Leisi frowned, staring at the dangerous and even imposing black spring, and said absentmindedly, "If you can't live a life with flesh and blood and color, are you even human?"

The little orange figure's body was undergoing self-transformation, taking root, sprouting, branching out, and gradually shaping into a human form, yet its tone was a bland, teasing one: "Speaking of which, at least I have reason to believe that my anthropomorphism is slightly higher than Teacher Cang's~"

Li Leisi choked for a moment: "You...you're not calm!"

"No, no, no." The little orange figure was bathed in holy light, and in an instant, it transformed into a white robe with gold thread, resembling a high priest's robe: "Sister-in-law, you are mistaken. When the soul or spirit is freed from the constraints and limitations of the body, the feeling is more like a deep integration into the truth of this world. Mountains and rivers, clouds and mist, sun, moon and stars, the universe and the deep space, every force, every field, even every wisp of natural wind, I know its origin and its destination. My empathy for this world far exceeds the limits of conventional sensory organs, and even more so the limits of the imagination of material life."

"Birds of a feather flock together, that's just like the Li family's problem. Normally they're practically strangers, but at times like this..." Li Leisi continued muttering under her breath, "Heh, that little wench from outside the material world didn't say that back then."

"what?"

"without!"

The High Priest stretched out his arms, and the golden lines of his priestly robes naturally peeled away from their original positions, etching themselves deep into the void in countless strands, winding and writhing, outlining a layer with a certain geometric beauty: "This world is too complex and too ugly. You purify your bloodlines, while I advocate purifying will, spirit, and soul, just to get closer to its true nature and create an eternal and beautiful civilized nation!"

Li Leisi didn't just feel that something was wrong; she felt that everything was wrong. Listening to Orange King's refined and easygoing marketing made her feel even more terrified than when she listened to Li Cang speak. Ideology and existentialism were indeed not things that decent people should get involved in; they were too abstract.

Despite not understanding, Li Leisi shrugged and said, "Revolutionizing oneself, changing the laws of the timeline, the last person to create such a rudimentary form of this thing, emmmm, was like the emperor riding a six-horse chariot and Shang Yang riding a five-horse chariot!"

Wang Shifei's eyes shone brightly: "You flatter me, you flatter me!"

Li Leisi almost instinctively cupped her hands in a gesture of respect, as if suffering from PTSD: "You flatter me!"

It’s over.

The image is gone.

Li Leisi's inner monologue revolved around that culprit surnamed Li, sending out various mysterious codes that formed telegrams. Then she saw golden lines connecting dots to form lines that expanded into surfaces, forcefully shaping a sacred and magnificent divine kingdom within the subspace dominated by the Nest City. ——————

The mage, who had been lured in by the Lord of the Nest using himself as bait, was truly unlucky this time. The Lord of the Nest's energy channels made him like an ant trying to shake a tree, and the octopus monster's agility was far beyond his reach. Amidst the surging energy of the tide and the continuous explosions, Li Cang tumbled and rolled into an open space in a chaotic mess.

The Zerg old lady has a strong and discerning palate, but luckily Li Cang isn't exactly a good place to eat either.

The energy channel connecting his back to the void was still there. The power of the three phases, like fresh flesh and blood, was extracting life energy from the surrounding area, reshaping the fragmented Li Cangdi into human form countless times.

The place where the magician was located was a slimy space unbound by gravity. What he saw was a string of vesicles, magnified billions of times, hanging down from all directions toward the center. It had creeping stems, upright branches, and filamentous rhizomes. Each crystal-clear string of vesicles was like a giant multinucleate structure, containing multiple fresh protoplasmic clusters.

The pain of rebuilding flesh and blood was instantly forgotten. His expression was as dramatic as a shark smelling blood and a mouse entering a rice bin: "This vitality, this bloodline, I think I've entered the Lord of the Nest's gene pool?"

"emmmmm"

"Very well then, this time, it's up to me, the Mage, to decide what you want to give birth to, hehehe. Hmm, this sounds rather strange and rather perverted, doesn't it?"

With a swift movement, the staff fell, and a barrage of black bullets rained down.

The protoplasm, sealed and isolated within billions of vesicles, was instantly released, gushing out from the ruptured vesicles and swimming at high speed in the energy-rich matrix, colliding with each other, undergoing rapid fission, and then flowing downstream, rushing out of this vast viscous space.

As for those unfortunate octopus monsters, they had completely stopped attacking. They were visibly flustered, trying to use one tentacle as if it were eight hundred, rushing around frantically trying to capture that massive mass of protoplasm, exhausted from their efforts.

More octopus monsters continued to pour into the various passages of the slime space, while certain passages quickly closed. However, the protoplasmic clumps had already gone out of control in their collisions and intertwining, and began to mutate, specialize, and hatch directly inside the slime space. Various embryos, whether describable or indescribable, or whatever you might call them, tore the entire space apart like a flood.

outside world.

Who knows what Li Cang actually refined in those giant Gu pits? Not only the unlucky Nest Lord, but even the flesh and blood plants hanging down from the Nest City planet were swaying wildly and convulsing like madmen, extracting energy from the Nest City and the surrounding battlefield to form a plasma storm with lightning and thunder. Then, the distorted flesh and blood material, with billions of Zerg or Zerg-like life forms as cells stuck together, instantly filled the entire battlefield along with the storm clouds.

Now, all those domains, subdomains, arrays, runes, barriers, skills, force fields, and ecosystems have become useless. They can't escape the tearing force of gravity. The inside is multiplying wildly, while the outside is collapsing inward, and then they're all mixed up into a mess.

Old Wang's massive, unified body was almost compressed into a two-dimensional form. Even so, the claws and tentacles all over him—things he could never imagine or see—still stubbornly scratched and prodded with maximum force and minimal amplitude.

"Fuck your mother." As an octopus-like tentacle, its surface covered in rows of thorns, tore through the huddled flesh, shell, bones, and tendons, reaching for his buttocks, Old Wang's last shred of composure finally died: "What the hell! Get out! Get the hell out of here!!"

The evil fire surged and raged, causing the body to rapidly disintegrate. The skin withered and the flesh became grotesque, transforming the human into a hideous creature that was neither human nor beast with just a few incantations.

hum~
The surrounding fresh and vibrant flesh and blood were forcibly torn off and transformed into a powerful blade intent, which ripped open this incredibly dense lump of stuff, blasting out a huge, trumpet-shaped hole. Energy flames rose, the flesh and blood trembled, and the world was turned upside down.

boo~
However, the ugly surface of the planet formed by the aggregation of countless bizarre insect-like life forms is just like a bubble that has risen from the bottom of a latrine. Unless it happens to appear when a person is defecating, it is basically non-existent.

The expanding insectoid flesh and blood were completely out of control, not even sparing those mature insects that were already part of the swarm. It grew bigger and bigger like a snowball, quickly engulfing everything, including all sorts of rebellious divine life forms, the Doom Ecological Metal Frenzy.

The new array formation of the former residence and America's subspace labyrinth were completely torn apart in less than a few seconds, and the wave of flesh and blood crashed with overwhelming force toward the retreating subordinate camp defense line thousands of kilometers away.

For a moment, apart from the rumbling sound of the fleshy star expanding, only the dense network of firepower extending from the spatial rift and the star torches were still working. However, this bombardment did not even cause a ripple on the surface of this lump of fleshy living thing.

3/7 Base, Conference Room.

"Great news!" Bei Zhikang's loud voice expressed his opinion vehemently to the last video clip from Hissmore Anel, which had been playing a dozen minutes earlier: "This is great news! Haha! Great news!"

The others were a bit confused, wondering if Old Deng had been given several vials of nutrients to help him regain his senses: "You mean?"

"The nest has gone out of control, hasn't it?" Rao Qifang flicked her long, slender fingers, tapping her nails and blowing on them. "Seriously, don't you guys have any brains?"

"Exactly! All of you! Don't you have any brains?" Bei Zhikang glared and yelled, turning himself into a broken record. After cursing, he took a deep breath: "These things look decent, but they're nothing special. The quality is inconsistent, and their forms are unstable. They're just wasting the resources they've acquired. This behavior is clearly far from the usual behavior of insects. It's no different from letting them fend for themselves. So, something must be interfering with the downward flow of the Nest City's will. Our turn has come!"

(End of this chapter)