Chapter 1269

In fact, this series of attacks is meaningless to Green.

It is enough for Green to understand the basic combat capability information of this civilization group.

Next, try to get in-depth contact, understand the melody of civilization, and look for possible ways of cooperation.

With a "swoosh", Green avoided all the attacks of this hidden predator, and suddenly appeared next to it, grabbed the opponent's neck with one arm, and lifted it up easily, like grabbing a mouse's tail, Lifted a mouse.

"If you want to survive, be honest, I have no malice."

Green communicated with the will of the gray-masked Predator, trying to slow down his will fluctuations, showing his desire to communicate.

"Strong Alien, you have proven your strength, kill me, get my head, and you will gain supreme glory!"

The Predator roared towards Green's will with a thinking mode that Green could not understand, but struggled more violently.

However, whether it was the shock wave on the breastplate or the cluster noise interference device on the helmet, it was of no avail, and was ignored by this alien creature with almost no biological breath.

Predators never have the concept of power levels similar to other social groups. Only combat achievements can obtain social status, and social status is a hidden hierarchy. Predators value the sense of collective honor and the courage to face death, and regard it as Consider it your own glory.

It is rare for low-level predators to compromise with the outside world, so Green's exchange of wills is doomed to end fruitlessly.

Boom!

At this moment, high above the sky, a harpoon beam cannon burst out from the powerful long-range weapon in the hands of the Falcon Masked Predator. The 5,000-degree launch at the beginning is now close to 9,000 degrees in front of Green, and even if the distance is enough, it can be increased.

In a flash, Green grabbed the gray-faced predator and appeared more than a hundred meters away. There was a "rumbling" violent vibration, and then the manic storm spread.

However, the so-called violent vibrations and manic storms are only relative to lower creatures.

For Green's existence, it's not worth mentioning.

The "beep beep" timing sound is actually inside the armor of this predator, an energy device is rapidly gathering energy, and it quickly turns from blue-gray to light red under the face of Green Truth, and it looks like it is about to explode.

This surprised Green, and a wave of repulsive force threw it thousands of meters away.

Boom!

There were violent explosions again, and the sky was full of mud. Green's face was stiff and he opened his hand. In midair, the Falcon Mask Predator screamed and fell straight towards Green, completely out of his own control.

call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!

A few inconspicuous black balls were first thrown down by the Predator and appeared next to Green. Under the insight of Green's truth and the essential structure of real time, it was deduced almost instantly that after these black balls exploded, Tens of thousands of strong acid and poisonous needles that radiate in all directions will be emitted.

Although it would not have any effect on Green, it was still bounced away by Green's repulsion because of his fighting instinct.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thousands of meters away, after several bombs exploded, Green also held the Predator with the falcon mask in one hand.

"Dear Predator, can we talk?"

This time, Green actually put on a respectful tone in his will, allowing such a powerful life form like Green to treat a mere third-level creature like this. In the Wizarding League world community, this Predator almost has the glory of bragging for a lifetime.

However, the Predator has no concept of creature hierarchy.

In the Jagged Galaxy civilization system of the Predator, there is only the concept of its own social system, as well as powerful enemies and weak people, nothing more.

The Falcon Mask Predator kept struggling, even ignoring Green's will communication at all.

Gradually, Sensing the rapid gathering of Predators in the distance due to energy fluctuations, Green's look of anticipation turned cold.

"Humph!"

Deep in his throat, there was a gloomy snort, and Green slapped the falcon-masked Predator into blood droplets flying all over the sky, and the twisted metal armor was scattered all over the ground.

How dare he ignore the kindness of the wizard, the dignity of the wizard is not allowed to be violated!

Even though Green dared not release his real power in fear of the Iron-Blooded Galaxy Civilization Master Life Probe outside this iron-blooded cage, Green was too powerful. Even if it was insignificant to Green, a little bit of power spilled over, it was still the third level of the evolution of this individual power. Biological unimaginable existence.

At this moment, Green, as the sixth-level peak stigmata wizard, represents the wizard's will!

Even if he makes compromises due to the special circumstances, Green will never do anything that will damage the majesty of the wizard's will. Although what these predators are pursuing is also to maintain the sense of glory and belonging of the Iron-Blood Galaxy Civilization itself, Green believes that he The limit of tolerance has been reached.

Since trying to communicate peacefully fails, let's be enemies!

With a cold expression on his face, Green left at the speed of real time, giving up on passing through this civilization with a dangerous culture, and finding his way home from the world community where the Wizards Union is located.

...

Hulululu.

In the crater, the Balrog, who devoured blood rations last night, is lying comfortably in the magma pool, snoring and digesting.

"Wake up."

The sudden, flat voice disturbed the Balrog's slumber.

After the Balrog opened his eyelids covered in molten magma, a blood meal was standing in front of him, thinking it was his dream. After the Balrog rubbed his eyes, the blood meal was still there, and he didn't care about it. He reached out and grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Boom!

"Roar!"

Suddenly, this outstretched arm was crushed by an unknown force, and the severe pain instantly caused the Balrog to let out an earth-shattering roar. The entire magma pool rolled over, and the volcano erupted loudly. Reflecting on the red lava column, he ignored it.

The Jagged Cage Proving Ground is really too big, with tens of thousands of adult Jagged Warriors holding the ceremony, I don't know how many such powerful aliens are left, so it's not worth paying attention to.

Generally speaking, it is rare for the Predator to try to challenge these powerful life forms, in an attempt to directly cross the stage of the Scar Predator and become a Predator.

"Now, are you sober?"

With a deep and indifferent voice, the Balrog's arm has recovered half of it with the help of the lava pool, and at this moment, he can't help but stare at this strange life that can hardly feel any breath.

It's neither a Predator, nor a Broodmother, nor a Warlock, so it's obviously some life form in an indigenous world like himself.

Such a powerful force can easily crush one of his own arms. Why wasn't this terrifying creature screened out by those iron-blooded elders! ?

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