The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2780 The First and Last Line of Defense
With each tremor and energy exchange in the hive, its layered and nested spatial structure rooted in the three lines proliferates and splits, expanding from a sharp wedge into an inverted funnel, mirroring the hive's structure within the subspace, like a wormhole formed by countless distinct dumbbell plates stacked together.

Worldline tides and subspace currents clashed within this dynamic, with new storms brewing every second. Those who had been painstakingly peeling away layers of this spatial structure, pulling off a brutal excavation, were now truly shedding tears.

Not a buddy?

This thing can even be fattened up?
The stationary system watched helplessly as layers of spatial barriers, eroded by the tides and ocean currents, appeared in the field of vision in a mosaic-like pattern, resembling a ring-shaped rainbow seen above the clouds, carrying with it a vast and boundless energy that crashed down.

A single stone stirs up a thousand waves; a single drop of water creates a vast expanse of ripples.

The disturbances in energy and space surged forth, instantly scattering and transmitting the alienated life forms of the three-line indigenous beings beneath and within it like rising dust.

A life of constant wandering and displacement.

Some of these resident subordinates entered voluntarily, while others were slapped in by the leap arm. Regardless of the reason, from the moment they entered the third line, they were in a state of continuous chaos. In a short period of time, they could basically make up for some of the debts that the resident system had accumulated over the past few years of quiet. They truly deserve the description of being displaced and wandering.

Tiny sparks of life, like raindrops striking duckweed, drift with ocean currents and tides across the world lines, like individuals hatched by the Zerg, spreading like wildfire.

In an instant, the entire timeline was ignited. The Star Torch Cannon's relentless bombardment pierced through the energy winds and cloud storms. Various protective, supportive, and offensive glows from both the base and the former residence would cover the entire sky as they desperately gathered their fighting power to suppress the spread of the insect swarm.

Nest City.

Amidst the seemingly vibrant greenery, crimson and black turbid waves surged wildly. From a single drop to a raging torrent, it seemed to happen in an instant. The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​dogs, along with the Zerg of the hive, were not a war in the conventional sense. Rather, it was a cataclysmic grinding of the two forces, indiscriminate in their individual acts and devoid of direct combat. The two distinct characteristics causing the chaos were like the mutual infection of a virus and an immune system. The fleshy mesh entities originating from the hive and the menacing triadic power channels intertwined and coupled together, colliding and grinding against each other in the raging sea of ​​blood, creating explosive shockwaves and leaving behind dark afterimages that could not be calmed for a long time.

Hundreds of thousands of divine beings, relying on their divine kingdoms and divine force fields, are like islands and reefs, nailed to the raging waves between the two sides, but have lost their ability to be active. The beings of the domains and sub-domains are already in the process of being annihilated, like a lone boat in a bitter sea, drifting with the tide.

Unbeknownst to them, the ubiquitous spores of the alien life form chimera had already taken root and sprouted within the nest. However, the filaments that multiplied no longer displayed the menacing appearance of the various corpse-like and beast-like organs and tissues within the three lines. Instead, they were pitch black vines, without a single protrusion visible from beginning to end. They were devoid of flowers and leaves, drifting along softly and weakly like seaweed. Yet, as if protected by something, they continued to thrive in a semi-dead state.

At this moment, Li Cang Sky Island had completely become an indescribable mass radiating endless tentacles, roots, and vines. In contrast, the originally enormous Old Wang Sky Island was like a vesicle hanging on a few of its vines, enveloped by a force field.

Old Wang, Li Leisi, and Tai Xiaoyi stood in a row in the stilted house, looking completely bewildered.

Li Leisi was somewhat exasperated: "Gambling dog! You worthless gambler! Your mother's gone mad! I even humbled myself to speak well of you to Rao Qifang! Go to hell! Bah!"

Old Wang's lips twitched: "I knew this BYD guy was going to go all out."

Tai Xiaoyi looked at the things outside, then turned back to stare at Lao Wang: "They've started to materialize. Is there any way to deal with this? We have to think of something, right?"

Old Wang shook his head slightly, his eyes indicating, "It might not reach the level of 2.0 Island. That thing is weird as it is, uh, and besides, this cesspool itself is an agreement between the Corpse Weaver and Teacher Cang." "He shouldn't die," Li Leisi frowned and said, "Wait a little longer. That guy surnamed Li will definitely have his nest made into a physical form by the Corpse Weaver, and he's still waiting for me and Xixi to cut him."

"That's what he said?"

"They didn't say, but that's probably the gist of it."

"Then why is there still no sign of the Corpse Weaver Goddess?"

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The three looked at each other for a while, and as if sensing something, they looked up at the pale, tangled network of physical structures on Li Cang Sky Island. Suddenly, the Eye of Destruction and Illusion seemed to have come back online. When they looked at those things again, there was no trace of the interaction of the three phases of power. They were completely black, with only the essence of cancerous mutation and insect-like infection remaining.

"Fuck your mother!!"

Old Wang felt goosebumps all over his body, and even his hair stood on end. He suddenly realized, "So that's what you were planning, huh? Byd, are you just playing around with offering yourself up?"
Zerg.

This is a race that has everything etched into their genes; infectious traits are never their force field, but rather the essence of their lives.

Not just the Corpse Weaver, but everyone, every timeline needs the Zerg to have a true "physical entity," a true "health bar." As the only individual capable of consuming insects and their infectivity solely through health bars, nothing and no one is more suitable than His Excellency the Mage to serve as this vessel, this living coffin.

Perhaps the observer effect has caused another mishap, because the sky island trembled violently the next moment.

The pale, paper-white tubes suddenly transformed from the inside out into a boundless, inky black. The tomb guardian beast instantly froze, and clusters of black crystals spread across its entire field of vision, along its body, along every tube, and along the curtain of the true, ferocious dragon robe.

Kara~
A thunderclap rose from the ground, and the winding trail of lightning left an irreversible mark in the void, like an array or some kind of seal. The minotaur mooed and stood in the center, its calm eyes radiating a cold gray wind, its body shrouded in chaotic light and shadow, like the embodiment of some kind of rule.

The clear light of the Three Gods Moon shone down, piercing through the flesh and blood of the endless swarm of insects, clearly depicting Chen Youyu, Qing Niangniang, and Bai Niangniang there. Three distinct divine radiances were separated from the Land of Other Thoughts, the Land of Mushen, and the One God Tree, illuminating the Sky Island as if three different color gamuts of CT scans were projecting through the core.

The so-called divine beings, the dog-sea swarm, the shadow monsters, the Great Old Ones, the new gods on the list, the orbital followers and the alien life forms—all of them have nothing to do with this moment, this situation, and have become insignificant background elements.

Outside the nest city.

Countless interconnected fleshy celestial bodies began to decay and collapse, converging towards the sole entity. However, this sole entity did not proliferate or expand as a result; instead, it gradually became ethereal. Tens of thousands of kilometers long and hundreds of thousands of kilometers wide, forming mountain ranges of varying sizes, resembled the genetic manifestation of an insectoid race, swimming inward through the tangled network of vessels within the fleshy celestial body.