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In fact, this series of attacks is meaningless to Green.
It is enough for Green to know the basic combat capability information of this civilized ethnic group.
Next, we will try to get in-depth contact, understand the melody of civilization, and look for possible ways of cooperation.
With a "whoosh" sound, Green avoided all attacks from the hidden predator and suddenly appeared beside it. He grabbed the opponent's neck with one arm and easily lifted it up, like grabbing a rat's tail. Mentioned a mouse.
"If you want to survive, be honest. I don't mean any harm."
Green communicated with the will of the gray-masked Predator, trying his best to slow down the fluctuations of his will, showing his desire to communicate.
"Strong alien, you have proven your strength, kill me and get my head, you will receive supreme glory!"
However, this Predator roared towards Green's will using a thought pattern that Green could not understand, and struggled even more violently.
However, neither the shock wave on the breastplate nor the clustered noise jamming device on the helmet was of any use. They were ignored by this alien creature with almost no biological aura.
The Predator never has a concept of power levels similar to other social groups. Only achievements can gain social status, and social status is an obscure grade division. The Predator values the collective sense of honor and the courage to look death in the face, and will Consider it your own glory.
Low-level Predators rarely compromise with the outside world, so Green's exchange of wills is doomed to end in vain.
Bang!
At this moment, high in the sky. The powerful long-range weapon in the hands of the Falcon Masked Predator actually erupted into a harpoon beam cannon, and its attack speed continued to increase in mid-air. It actually seems that the power becomes stronger the farther away it is, starting from the 5,000-degree launch. At this time, it was close to nine thousand degrees in front of Green, and if the distance was enough, it could even increase further.
In a flash, Green grabbed the gray-faced warrior and appeared more than a hundred meters away. There was a violent vibration of "rumbling", followed by a manic storm.
However, the so-called violent vibrations and manic storms are only relative to lower creatures.
For Green to exist like this. Not worth mentioning.
The "beep beep beep" timing sound is actually an energy device inside the armor of the Predator that is rapidly gathering energy. It quickly turns from blue-gray to light red under the Green Truth, and it looks like it is about to explode.
This surprised Green, and a wave of repulsion threw him thousands of meters away.
Boom boom boom!
There was another violent explosion, and mud flew all over the sky. Green's face was stiff, and he opened his hands, and the falcon-masked Predator screamed in mid-air. It fell straight towards Green, as if it was completely out of its control.
call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!
Several inconspicuous black balls were thrown down by the Predator first. Appearing next to Green, with Green's Truth Face's insight into the essential structure of real time, he almost instantly deduced that after these black balls explode, they will emit thousands of strong acid poison needles that radiate in all directions.
Although it had no effect on Green at all, it was still bounced away by Green's repulsion due to his fighting instinct.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Thousands of meters away, after several bombs exploded, Green was also holding the falcon-masked Predator in one hand.
"Dear Predator, can we talk?"
This time. Green actually had a tone of respect in his will, which could allow a life form as powerful as Green. If you treat a mere third-level creature like this in the Wizarding Alliance world community. This Predator has been bragging about his glory for almost a lifetime.
However, the concept of biological hierarchy does not exist in the Predator.
In the Iron-Blooded Galaxy civilization system of the Predator, there is only the concept of its own social system, powerful enemies and weak people, nothing more.
The Falcon Mask Predator kept struggling and didn't even pay attention to Green's will communication.
Gradually, sensing the Predator warriors gathering quickly in the distance due to energy fluctuations, Green's longing expression turned cold.
"snort!"
There was a sinister snort deep in his throat, and Green slapped the falcon-masked Predator into blood-drops flying all over the sky, and the twisted metal armor scattered all over the ground.
How dare he ignore the wizard's goodwill, and the wizard's dignity must not be violated!
Even though Green is afraid of the exploration of the dominant life of the iron-blooded galactic civilization outside this iron-blooded prison, Green does not dare to release his true power, but Green is too powerful. Even if Green has a tiny bit of power, if it spills over a little, it is the third level of evolution of this individual power. The unimaginable existence of living things.
At this moment, Green, as the sixth-level peak stigmata wizard, represents the wizard's will!
Even if he compromises due to special circumstances, Green will never do anything that undermines the majesty of the wizard's will. Although what these iron-blooded warriors pursue is also to maintain the sense of glory and belonging of the Iron-blooded Galaxy Civilization, Green believes that he The limit of tolerance has been reached.
Since trying to communicate peacefully fails, let’s become enemies!
With a cold expression on his face, Green left at the speed of real time, giving up on finding his way home through this civilization with a dangerous culture and finding the world community where the Wizards Alliance was located.
…
Snoring.
In the crater, the Balrog, who had devoured blood rations all night last night, was currently lying comfortably in the magma pool, snoring and digesting his food.
"Wake up."
The sudden plain voice disturbed Balrog's slumber.
After Yan Mo opened his eyelids covered with lava, he saw a blood food standing in front of him. He thought it was his dream. After Yan Mo rubbed his eyes, the blood food was still there and he didn't care about it. He instinctively wanted to He reached out and grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth.
Bang!
"Roar!"
Suddenly, the outstretched arm was shattered by an unknown force. The severe pain instantly caused the Balrog to let out an earth-shattering roar. The entire magma pool rolled, and the volcano erupted. Some Predator warriors in the distance just glanced at the beam that shot straight into the sky. Reflecting on the red lava column, he ignored it.
The Iron-Blooded Cage Trial Ground is too big. Tens of thousands of adult Iron-blooded warriors are holding the ceremony. There are countless such powerful aliens, and they are not worth caring about.
Generally speaking, it is rare for a Predator to try to challenge these powerful life forms, in an attempt to directly transcend the Scar Predator stage and become a Predator.
"Are you sober now?"
With a low and indifferent voice, the Balrog's arm had recovered half of its strength with the help of the lava pool. At this moment, he couldn't help but stare closely at this strange life form that could hardly feel any breath.
It is neither a Predator, nor a Brood Mother, nor a Trickster, so it is obviously some life form from an indigenous world like myself.
Such a powerful force could easily crush one of his arms. Why wasn't this terrifying creature screened out by the iron-blooded elders?
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