Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1252 Communication Failure (Lanxi Alliance)

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

For Green, understanding the basic combat capabilities of this civilization was sufficient.

Next, we will attempt to make deeper contact, understand the rhythm of civilization, and explore possible ways to cooperate.

With a "whoosh," Grimm dodged all the attacks from the stealthy Predator and suddenly appeared beside it. He grabbed the Predator's neck with one arm and easily lifted it up, as if he were grabbing a rat by the tail.

"If you want to live, behave yourself. I mean you no harm."

Green tried to communicate with the will of the gray-masked Predator, slowing down his own fluctuations as much as possible, demonstrating his desire to communicate.

"Powerful alien, you have proven your strength. Kill me, and with my head you will gain unparalleled glory!"

This Predator, however, used a thought process that Grimm couldn't understand, roaring at Grimm's will, and struggled even more violently.

However, neither the shockwaves on the chest armor nor the cluster noise jamming device on the helmet were of any use; they were ignored by this almost lifeless alien creature.

Predators do not have a concept of power hierarchy like other social groups. Only battle achievements can earn them social status, which is a subtle division of rank. Predators value collective honor and are willing to face death, regarding it as their own glory.

Low-level Predators rarely make contact or compromise with the outside world, so Grimm's attempt to communicate his will was destined to fail.

Bang!

Just then, high in the sky, a harpoon beam cannon suddenly erupted from the powerful long-range weapon in the Falcon Mask Predator's hand. The attack intensity increased continuously in mid-air, seemingly becoming stronger the farther away it was. From the initial five thousand degrees, it was now close to nine thousand degrees when it reached Grin. It even seemed that it could increase further if the distance was sufficient.

In a flash, Grimm appeared more than a hundred meters away, holding the gray-faced Predator in his arms. A violent rumbling sound followed, and then a violent storm spread out.

However, the so-called violent tremors and violent storms are only relative to lower organisms.

For someone like Green, it's not worth mentioning.

The beeping sound was actually the sound of an energy device rapidly gathering energy inside the Predator armor. Under the Grimm's Truth Mask, the device quickly turned from bluish-gray to pale red, as if it was about to explode.

This startled Green, as a repulsive force hurled him thousands of meters away.

Boom!

Another violent explosion sent dust flying everywhere. Grimm's face stiffened as he opened his hand. In mid-air, the Falcon Mask Predator let out a scream and plummeted straight down toward Grimm, seemingly out of his control.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several inconspicuous black spheres were thrown down by the Predator and appeared next to Grimm. With the insight of the true nature of time and structure from the Face of Truth, Grimm almost instantly deduced that after these black spheres exploded, they would launch thousands of strong acid needles that would radiate in all directions.

Although it had no effect on Grimm, it was still repelled by Grimm's repulsive force due to its fighting instinct.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Thousands of meters away, after several bombs exploded, Green, also a Predator, was carrying the Falcon Mask in one hand.

"Honorable Predator, may we talk?"

This time, Grimm's tone was actually respectful. For a powerful being like Grimm to treat a mere level three creature in such a way, in the Wizard Alliance world, this Predator would have an honor to boast about for a lifetime.

However, the Predator does not have a concept of biological hierarchy.

In the Predator's Predator Galaxy civilization system, there is only the concept of its own social system, powerful enemies, and weak people and lands, nothing more.

The Predator in the Falcon Mask struggled incessantly, completely ignoring Grimm's attempts to communicate with him.

Gradually, as he sensed the Predators rapidly gathering in the distance due to energy fluctuations, Grimm's expression, which had been tinged with longing, turned cold.

"snort!"

From deep within his throat, a sinister snort escaped. With a casual slap, Green sent the Predator in the Falcon Mask flying through the air, his twisted metal armor scattering across the ground.

He dared to disregard the wizard's goodwill; the wizard's dignity cannot be violated!

Even though he was afraid of being probed by the Ironblood Galaxy Civilization's overlord-level life form outside this iron-blooded cage, Green dared not release his true power. But Green was simply too powerful. Even the slightest bit of power that Green possessed was unimaginable for a third-level evolved being.

At this moment, as a level six peak Saint Mark Archmage, Green represents the will of the wizards!

Even if he had to compromise due to special circumstances, Grimm would never do anything that would damage the dignity of the wizard's will. Although what these Predators were pursuing was also to maintain the sense of honor and belonging of the Predator Galaxy civilization itself, Grimm believed that he had already reached the limit of his tolerance.

Since peaceful communication has failed, let's become enemies!

With a chilling expression, Green departed at the speed of real time, abandoning his attempt to find his way home through this dangerous civilization and the world cluster where the Wizarding Alliance was located.

……

Snoring.

Inside the crater, the Flame Demon, who had devoured a whole night's worth of blood food, was now comfortably lying in the lava pool, snoring and digesting its meal.

"Wake up."

The abrupt, calm voice disturbed the Flame Demon's slumber.

When the Balrog opened its eyes, which were covered in molten lava, a blood prey was standing in front of it. Thinking it was a dream, the Balrog rubbed its eyes. The blood prey was still there, so it didn't pay any attention and instinctively reached out to grab it and stuff it into its mouth.

Bang!

"roar!"

Suddenly, the outstretched arm was shattered by an unknown force. The excruciating pain caused the Balrog to let out a deafening roar. The entire lava pool churned, and the volcano erupted with a deafening roar. Some Predator warriors in the distance merely glanced at the crimson lava pillar shooting straight into the sky and then paid it no further attention.

The Ironblood Cage Trial Grounds are simply too vast. Tens of thousands of adult Predators held a ceremony there. It's unknown how many more powerful aliens like them there are, so they're not worth worrying about.

Generally speaking, it is rare for a Predator to attempt to challenge these powerful life forms, trying to skip the Scarred Predator stage and become a Predator Hunter.

"Are you more awake now?"

With a deep, indifferent voice, the Flame Demon's arm, which had recovered somewhat thanks to the lava pool, was now fixed on the strange life form that was almost impossible to sense.

If it's neither a Predator, nor a Mother Bug, nor a Metamorphosis Master, then it's clearly some kind of life form from some indigenous world, like itself.

Such immense power, capable of easily crushing one of my arms—why wasn't this terrifying creature screened out by those iron-blooded elders?!

(End of this chapter)