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Chapter 1094 Blue Fire's Choice

The roar of the flamethrowers quickly filled the entire D-area corridor.

The weapon held tightly in Ripley's hands was like an enraged dragon, and the waves of fire it spewed out collided with the metal wall, creating a blue-purple swirl. The alien was twisted into moving charcoal in the flames, and the sound of its shell bursting was like the crisp sound of fried insects.

Zhao Wuji huddled behind the fire door, his mask reflected like a translucent crystal - he saw his own distorted reflection overlapping with the alien, like a preview of some kind of genetic fusion.

[System emergency prompt: Self-destruction program has been activated T-00:12:00]

The welder was burning hot in his palm, and the energy gauge showed 87%.

The escape pod's circuit boards appear biologically-like under ultraviolet light.

Zhao Wuji used magnetic pliers to peel off the insulation layer and found that the company actually used nerve-like materials instead of traditional wires. The translucent light blue colloid would shrink when touched, just like the tentacles of jellyfish exposed to the air.

"Need help?" Parker's voice came from above. The black engineer was hanging upside down on the inspection port, with beads of sweat dripping down his chin onto the circuit.

Zhao Wuji suddenly understood why Ash was always staring at the circuit cabins - these were the byproducts of bionic technology.

[Limited-time mission update: Activate the escape pod neural interface (requires alien blood catalysis)]

When Parker threw down the rope, the entire ship was filled with the sound of metal deforming, like internal organs being torn apart.

The moment the collector pierced the alien corpse, Zhao Wuji thought of XZ's thangka.

The orange-yellow acid swirled in layers in the vacuum tube, like a pool of magma in a Buddhist hell map. The protective gloves were corroded with lace-like holes, but the ceramic lining modified by Parker resisted tenaciously - until the last drop of acid blood fell into the culture tank. The glial cells suddenly proliferated wildly, crawling out a branch-like blue light path on the cabin wall.

"Shit." Parker bumped into the fire extinguisher as he backed away, "Is this thing alive?" [Biological circuit activated successfully]

[Survival rate +22%]

Zhao Wuji stared at the light blue lines appearing on his forearm - the neuroglia passed through the holes in his gloves and left a pattern on his skin that was exactly the same as that of a circuit board.

The vents became a meat grinder of flesh and metal.

Zhao Wuji turned the welding machine to maximum power, and the blue-white plasma beam drew a cross-shaped light track in the darkness. The alien's scream vibrated against his eardrum, and he smelled the stench of burnt protein in his hair.

At a certain moment, the welding flame suddenly changed color - the plasma mixed with glial cells took on a strange pink-purple color, burning out perfect round holes in the shape of a honeycomb on the alien shell.

When he thrust the tip of the flame into the alien's mouth, the monster spasmed and spurted out fluorescent blue blood. The blood droplets solidified into gem-like crystals in the air, and inside each of them was the shadow of a miniature embryo curled up.

"Get on board! Now!" Ripley roared at the escape hatch.

Zhao Wuji took two steps back. The system was floating with a blood-red countdown: [Observe the rules of passerby A: delay boarding for 30 seconds].

He looked at Ripley's purple forehead and suddenly put the glial sample into the secret pocket of her protective suit: "Give it to the company and it can be exchanged for ten years' salary."

Amid the roar of the hydraulic door closing, Zhao Wuji heard the sound of the alien crashing through the third deck. When the welder lit up again, he carved a deep weld mark on the hatch - not to prevent the monster from entering, but to ensure that he could stay.

With three seconds left in the countdown, he slid into the spare pipe and saw the tail flame of the escape pod casting a butterfly-shaped spot of light on the porthole.

[Survival rate: 61%]