The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2037 Li Cang: Insects, a group of insects!

The positioning of the Nocturnal Dragon is a corpse-like alien life form with fantasy materialized blood. It is in the fifth stage and has dual attack and defense capabilities of spirit and body. Its body is made of iron, and even its bones seem to be twisted from alien alloy fibers. However, under the rain of arrows from the lackeys of the first or second stage, all they can do at this moment is to charge forward against the dog sea archers with their heads held high, despite the increasingly powdered corpse fragments of their companions in front of them.

No Nocturnal Dragon could withstand the armor-penetrating arrow rain head-on for more than ten seconds. The visual effect of the arrow rain wherever it passed was almost comparable to the metal jets of Gou Kun's Breathing Serpent. First, the skin, muscles, and bones of the Nocturnal Dragon were peeled off layer by layer, and then the entire charging group was peeled off layer by layer. The metal sparks and debris from the collision hung straight down like waterfalls, and the hot metal vapor made the air in the entire airspace several times heavier.

From the completion of the first batch of casting to countless batches, the number of lackeys who can switch between archers has increased from one thousand to ten thousand, and from ten thousand to hundreds of thousands. The four dogs of the former madmen and war maniacs have become the amulets of the big dog and the second dog. They are proudly hanging around the dog sea archers to attack close to their faces and cut off the cluster charge of the Night Dragons which have partial air advantage.

After all, the four dogs are not the Mountain, nor are they the twin tyrants who have the potential to grow and are like elder brothers to their fathers. How much food can they consume if they put all their efforts into wreaking havoc without fighting with all their might and are generally injured? They are not stupid enough to starve themselves to death due to lack of energy. What's more, those nocturnal dragons look much more chewy, chewy and delicious than the big dog and the second dog.

"It's a feast for the eyes, a feast for the eyes!" Li Cang's fingers subconsciously fiddled with the air like playing a piano to control the angle and frequency of the sea of ​​fire. "Keep up, keep up. It's not easy to open a furnace. Eat and drink when you should. The smelting and forging of armor and the armor-cutting bow must not be lost!"

Eat what you should eat and drink what you should drink, and don't take it to heart. This is naturally referring to the lackeys. No matter whether you are eating nocturnal dragons, eating your own kind, or being eaten, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business and don't care about these insignificant details.

  Others are good at armor protection, but Li Cang does it the other way around. To smelt armor, you need to open a furnace to smelt it, and the prerequisites are a bit troublesome, but it doesn't need to be that way for a lackey. Li Cang just needs to take out these wet parts from the mill. Put on the smelted armor and pick up the bow, and you can immediately become a loyal dog who can fight hard in the fifth stage. Isn't that wonderful?

If Liliana hadn't been such a bitch and kept complaining about the so-called "soul" being of too low quality and too sparse of density to support the smelting of super-giant, super-heavy bows with six dimensions and various additional attributes that could accommodate four dogs, five dogs, and even the Mountain's twin tyrants, Li Cang would have had to give the group of black iron zombies on the opposite side a little more eye drops.

  This is so timi comfortable!

A scum like Lao Wang is still clamoring that cannons are the romance of men. I will start a real-life "Mount and Blade" VS "CS" to explain the pros and cons to him. He can choose any thermal weapon or energy matrix weapon. My arrows are not useless, right?

When the number of Dog Sea archers reached the million level, the terrifying rain of arrows that struck the bowstring three times a second, no, the terrifying waterfall effect directly suppressed the Night Dragon and made it dare not charge head-on. Every concentrated shot was like a heavy hammer hitting iron, so it tried to detour to the side of Lao Wang Sky Island and go straight to the insect nest with the strongest breath of life.

This was obviously not a particularly wise decision.

The crystal wall suddenly opened up, and the huge swarm of insects directly faced the rain of arrows, allowing the Night Dragon to taste the real sweetness.

The behavior logic of the nest lord is typical of Zhong Wuyan when there is trouble and Xia Yingchun when there is nothing to do. It is either fighting or resting. "When the birds are dead, the bows are put away; when the rabbits are dead, the dogs are cooked." This is a compliment to it. If Lao Wang hadn't forced the nest lord to retain certain configurations to maintain the hive ecology, the entire Zerg would be in a completely dormant state in the absence of war. All lower-level Zerg would be decomposed into nutrients on the spot to avoid unnecessary waste of resources. The Zerg is not a bee colony, and the nest lord has no low-level needs to maintain the hive ecology and produce captive food. It and the entire Zerg can eat soil if there is no soil, or even drink northwest wind. War is the real sustenance, and what is plundered is the resource. The greater the consumption, the greater the consumption. After this nest lord openly surrendered, apart from being occasionally disobedient, occasionally wanting to study human emotions and human behavior, and occasionally embezzling resources, it has a characteristic that stands out from the normal Miwei Zerg. That is, when conditions permit, it does not define the intensity of producing insects and grandchildren by the level or strength of the hive itself, but pursues the ultimate maximization of resource utilization. In layman's terms, this thing controls points, and will in turn formulate a reproduction plan based on the strength of the opponent, focusing on living within its means. As for this Sima thread logic, Lao Wang would like to unilaterally call it: May there be no Li Cang in heaven.

If the unreasonable dense fire coverage of armor-peeling arrows is like forging iron, then the whistling Zerg can only be described as a whirlwind that sweeps away everything in its path. There is no hesitation, no pause, no chaos, only the flapping of wings that gather into a deafening sound that rolls across the sky like thunder, and the Zerg has easily digested hundreds of thousands of Nocturnal Dragons.

Yes, digestion.

"Who told you to come out, the five dogs and the twin tyrants, evaporate them!" Li Cang was furious: "Damn it, I don't see you working hard at ordinary times, but now you run out to take advantage of the situation when you get a free hand, you insects, a bunch of insects!"

  The Zerg are different from lackeys. Any resources are like meat buns to throw at dogs in front of them. Once they are taken into their stomachs, they have no other option except to become nutrients for the population. The response strategy that Li Cang developed to deal with the selfish and self-interested nature of the Zerg and their tendency to take kickbacks from their own people is also extremely simple and unpretentious. Since I can't spit out the meat in my mouth, why don't I just kill your whole family?

Anything with a hint of oil should be dried up and put into the mill!

  Don't worry about the initial materials, but it won't prevent me from converting the worms and their stomach contents into energy matrix. That stuff is also hard currency that can be exchanged for destiny coins in equal proportion. I can make up for it by killing the middleman as well. It's about killing two birds with one stone. Not a single bone can be wasted!

Outside the chaotic battlefield, large numbers of flamingos that had just assembled arrived late. They hesitated, only taking a quick glance through the coal rain, then more than half of them ran away on the spot after a loud cackle.

It's so funny. I can't afford to offend him.

Normally, just a small wave of zombies is enough to make them panic and almost wipe out their race. Whoever wants to fight this war can fight it, so just fight if the wind is tight!

(End of this chapter)