The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2715 Gu Pit
At least in Li Cang's eyes, there are many idle bastards like Bei Laoyinbi who talk big but don't actually stand up for themselves, spouting nonsense and barking like dogs.
Send your turn back!
Ah!
Despite the fact that His Excellency the Mage's simple and unadorned Mage Tower plan ultimately failed to reach the heavens, it was still a case of toughing down to show off the numbers and raising one's hand to show off the mechanics. Even in this fleshy planet where the Lord of the Nest's biological fission and gravity collapse caused by the collapse of gravity, His Excellency the Mage and his Isolai's Inferno and Black Thorn Forest were still able to stand out. The power of the three phases and the bloody wind intertwined, like countless tiny drills and saw blades, drilling holes in the fleshy nodules formed by the high intensity and density of countless living individuals.

The area where Li Cang was located still showed a partial outline of the Nest Master's body, but it was only a partial outline. The massive, densely packed protoplasmic masses and oval vesicles that were still multiplying and expanding had long since broken through the Nest Master's body's restraints, pouring out in all directions like a mudslide.

"Interesting. So the Lord of the Nest doesn't actually have the right to reproduce... cough... the actual control over the gene seed bank is only the right to use it, and it still needs explicit instructions from a large group? How dare you! This thing is clearly objectifying females. Big Corpse Brother, go outside and catch an N·GO to export some ideology or something. Turning the Lord of the Nest into a rebel is just around the corner!"

The honest and simple-minded big zombie brother only let out a perfunctory howl from afar. It was busy kicking, rolling, gnawing, and biting all sorts of bizarre units around it, sometimes pressing them into the dust storm to suffocate, sometimes tearing the thin ones into minced meat. Moreover, it didn't understand what its old father was talking about at all. Its main purpose was to provide all the emotional value it could, except for helping others.

"You unfilial son! One day I'll find a way to infuse you with a sense of humor! Can't you just be yourself? You shameful piece of trash!"

Although Li Cang, this kind of domineering father, doesn't have that ability himself, it doesn't stop him from using the standards of Northeast IE, who can be both a stand-up comedian and a straight man, to demand a group of unfilial children, right?

buzz~
The rising and falling foe-like winds, amidst the chaotic energy pulses, painted a vast expanse of crimson stains. As far as the eye could see, the gaps between the black thorn forests were filled with hideous and grotesque faces, their countless eyes shining like stars. These creatures, some strong enough to rival the Nest Lord in both physical strength and skill, others too weak to withstand even a single round of the Four Dogs' horizontal and vertical kicks.

It is clear that the master of the nest has indeed lost control. It is now like a living corpse that still has the ability to move and attack, but it is unable to stop these disorderly proliferating protoplasm from feeding on itself.

Since the beginning of the war, the primal energy bestowed by the swarm and plundered from the world line has returned to a state of being easily "absorbed" due to this extreme species explosion. This fair, clean, and hygienic gift directly forced the entire flesh and blood nodule to become a huge and boundless bioreactor. Heroes from all walks of life came and went in the high temperature and high pressure of the nodule to participate in the grand event. The kaleidoscope of light and flames of rank promotion and bloodline collapse was dazzling and enchanting.

This is a prosperous era.
As the magician wished, this blessed land is truly like the creation of the world by Pangu. It is full of natural treasures, free from pollution and radiation, yet clean and hygienic. Li Cang simply picks them up and that's it, while others just pick them up and that's it.

The scope of the bloodline collapse even once encompassed the seed players bursting out of the Nest Lord's reproductive explosion. The sheer beauty of the numbers far exceeded the limits of imagination. The light and flame substances of the bloodline collapse surged wildly along every vein that extended into flesh and blood or flowed through the void, interacting with energy flows that were not visible in the conventional field of vision. They ignored obstacles and did not distinguish between races, as crazy as steel wool ignited by an electric current.

The bursts of life's brilliance continuously flowed into the gray wind and turbid current, surging towards the unknown void. Inside the vast flesh and blood nodule, various chaotic and mixed life forms, energy channels, infections, and aberrations each served their own masters and hindered each other, with new life and death coexisting.

Various fleshy and bloody substances surged and roared, and various different and even strange energies interacted and surged. In fact, in this huge Gu pit, it was no longer possible to distinguish who was who and where. Everyone except me was it, and we fought to the death.

The dead are gradually devoured by their surrounding adversaries, and the gaps left behind are rapidly filled by protoplasmic masses and follicles proliferating at an almost revolutionary rate. It's like an endless feast, where diners and ingredients are served simultaneously, forcibly creating a force-feeding food chain. As for how such a Darwinian-like creature could be nurtured from this thing, perhaps only Kaneko (the author of the novel) has any real say on that. Yes, this thing's current form does resemble a colony somewhat, but one wonders if the Americans would find this scene familiar and gratifying, and perhaps even offer a timely compliment on the flawless and perfectly natural aesthetics of capitalism.

Li Cang's situation is excellent, but Lao Wang's situation is truly dire.

Pain is the driving force; one cannot die, nor can one live, so the pain intensifies, and this cycle repeats endlessly.

"I fucking..." Old Wang was no longer grumbling. The waterfall of words that kept flowing from his lips was as natural as the unrestrained flow of a knife. His tone was calm but revealed a resoluteness that had changed shape: "Is the blood flowing in my veins now probably all worm blood? Li Cang, you're really something, damn it!"

When in doubt, one should first criticize Li Cang.

Old Wang swung his knife and took another look. The Death Knell Wings, which had previously provided him with a safe haven, were now almost compressed into an egg-shaped canopy. The sky was hunched over, its head drooping, and behind the massive wings lay the roar of explosions and the flames of energy pulses. A cold yet pleased expression appeared on his indifferent and empty face. In his vast blind spot of knowledge, it was difficult to find a suitable and fitting adjective.

"Damn it, I've had enough! Let it be destroyed, let it be abandoned! Isn't there anyone who can deal with this stuff? Brother Niu, once you leave Hangu Pass, you'll find no old friends. Help me out!"

The war against the Zerg is measured primarily by the time it takes to exhaust the enemy's life force and drain their lifeblood. Naturally, it won't be affected by Old Wang's empty words. Even if you include all his spittle, how much of an impact does that have?

but
There will always be some inexplicable coincidences in this world that cannot be spied on or speculated about, as if they were inevitable.

The enormous flesh-and-blood nodule withered and tore apart layer by layer, like peeling silk from a cocoon. A glimmer of light appeared, and the artillery fire from the spatial rift was able to re-enter the core of the battlefield: dirty bombs, silicon-based molten metal bombs, and rune bombs.
The familiar, bustling atmosphere of everyday life is back again. Master Wang took a deep breath, feeling a warm glow in his heart as he felt a tickle from the corpse.

(End of this chapter)