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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0106_part_02
Chapter 170
chapter 0106 part 2
"Just like that? Cultivating a batch of powerful monster rivals for ourselves. What's next? Do we wait, or do we go hunt them?"
Tang Song lit a cigar and looked at Charles Bishop Weyland!
"Next, we wait, wait for the arrival of that group of hunters. Only a spectacular hunt, the strongest genetic contest, can open the way to the Engineers' Laboratory!"
Charles Bishop Weyland looked up at the sky above, seemingly seeing the hunters in Space through the Pyramid's Dome and 2000 feet of thick Ice Sheet.
...Space, Milky Way Galaxy, Orion, near a harsh planet Yautja.
A small spaceship was docked on an asteroid. On the spaceship, a Predator was operating the spaceship screen.
Suddenly, a message was transmitted to his spaceship screen. He swiped open the screen, and there was a light spot flashing.
Looking at the displayed coordinates and the intensity of the light spot's flashing, this Predator did not hesitate to input the coordinates into the spaceship.
The spaceship engine sprayed blue plasma flames, soaring into the sky, and quickly disappeared into Space!
In this area of Space, at least five spaceships simultaneously soared into the sky, including one spaceship that was noticeably larger.
...Earth, above, black wormholes tore open the Night Sky. Several Spaceships jumped out of the wormholes and gathered together.
Several Young Blood Predators entered the medium-sized Spaceship from their own Spaceships.
They are the Young Bloods among the Predators, who have fully mastered the use of all Predator tools and have developed their own combat style and preferred cold weapons.
Before the Young Bloods go out to hunt Aliens for promotion, there is a ranking. The one with the best performance can become the leader, taking others out to hunt Aliens. To complete the trial, they must eliminate the Aliens within the Trial Ground and use the Alien's acid blood to corrode their skin and armor, drawing the tribal mark on their forehead and helmet.
This is not all. They must eliminate all the hatched Aliens, otherwise, it will cause great harm.
Once the situation becomes uncontrollable, the self-destruct device will be activated to perish together with a large number of Aliens. In that case, the trial is not completed, and they cannot be promoted.
In a word, after eliminating all the Aliens, if they can walk out alive, the Elder Council will come to assess them. Only if they are recognized can they be promoted to the next level, Blooded.
After being promoted to Blooded, Predators can go out for star hunting, going as far as they want, no longer requiring the supervision of the Elders.
On the Predator Spaceship, a tall Predator with a style different from other Predators looked down at the young Predators of the Tribe.
Compared to these young people, this Predator was covered in scars, as well as marks corroded by Alien blood and branded tribal marks.
From the brands left by his numerous battles and the Alien Queen Skull displayed behind his Spaceship as a trophy, it can be identified that this tall Predator should be a Predator Elder.
Predator Elders are the leaders of the Tribe, living for at least several hundred years. They are among the oldest members of the Tribe, very wise and steady, not as aggressive as young Predators.
They have gained full honor throughout their lives of hunting and basically do not pursue honor to prove themselves like young hunters. They do not need to wear masks when appearing. Their Trophy Room already contains several skulls like the Alien Queen behind them, and hunting the Queen is the greatest honor for a Predator.
Predator Elders are generally responsible for managing the entire Tribe, as well as the trials and promotions of young hunters, choosing where to arrange who to go. During outings for hunting, they usually command a Mothership and bring a large number of Tribe Followers.
They can provide consultation and guidance to young hunters and supervise their hunting process.
"..."
On the Spaceship, the Predator Elder was introducing the situation of the Hunting Ground below to the young Predators, while also arranging the candidates participating in this trial.
And just as these Predator Spaceships entered the Solar System through wormhole jump, a pair of eyes was already staring intently at them.
"Hunters, truly annoying fellows!"
The head of the Nine Realms, a continent suspended in Space, Asgard. A tall figure leaned on a greatsword, looking down at the Space below the Rainbow Bridge / Bifrost.
He is Heimdall, the guardian god in Norse mythology, the gatekeeper of Asgard, responsible for guarding the Rainbow Bridge / Bifrost, possessing Heimdall's Eye which can perceive all things, used to observe all things.
It can be said that as long as he wants, nothing in the entire Solar System can escape his eyes.
Heimdall lowered his gaze and stared at the several Predator Spaceships.
As is well known, King Odin, the God King of Asgard, is the co-ruler of the Nine Realms. Therefore, Heimdall had no good feelings towards the Predators who treated Midgard as a hunting ground.
However, due to some special reason, regarding the Predators' hunting behavior, not only King Odin, but even the Mysterious Protector of Midgard, adopted a default attitude.
As long as these Predators do not engage in large-scale harmful behavior in Midgard, King Odin's order is not to interfere casually.
Heimdall watched as several small single-person spaceships flew down from the Predator Spaceships, heading towards Midgard.
...Above Antarctica, several single-person spaceships silently crossed the dense satellite cluster in Outer Space Orbit and flew directly towards the Pyramid in Antarctica.
Three spaceships, shaped like artillery shells with tail fins resembling unfolded four-leaf clovers, plunged into the ice layer.
The Ice Surface shook. Several remaining Mercenaries heard the movement, walked out of the Guard Post, which was a renovated Abandoned Whaling Station, holding guns and binoculars, looking at the marks on the Ice Surface.
"Something crashed down, go report to the Boss, they are here!"
Several mercenaries seemed to know what they were about to face.
A Big Beard instructed his subordinates, and at the same time, ordered fires to be lit around the Camp using pre-prepared Gasoline Drums / Barrels to create heat sources and distract the hunters.
"Hiss hiss!"
Fox looked out from the Window on the second floor of the Whaling Station. In her palm, the chopsticks-thick Little Black Snake flicked its tongue towards the distant Ice Surface, looking as if it were facing a formidable enemy.
"Gather our people!"
Fox drew her gun, looking at the firelight burning in the Base.
These mercenaries clearly did not intend to tell them the truth.
Soon, all eight remaining Soldiers came to the Room where Fox was.
The Little Black Snake coiled its body in Fox's palm, its snake head facing Fox, and suddenly opened its mouth, spraying a ball of ice-blue mist.
...Creak, creak...
On the Ice Field, the sound of stepping on accumulated snow echoed.
In the Whaling Station, the bonfires lit by the Gasoline Drums / Barrels illuminated the Whaling Station as if it were daytime.
However, apart from the faint rustling sound of falling snowflakes, no other sound could be heard in this Whaling Station, making it eerily silent.
The Big Beard lay on the abandoned Hanging Rail of the Whaling Station, peering down.
At this moment, the Big Beard was wearing a bio-mask similar to the Predators, and his entire body was covered by a cloak that could regulate temperature. He moved his head slightly, using the thermal vision function on his mask to search for the hunters' presence.
This was not the first time the Big Beard had dealt with these invisibility monsters.
Five years ago, under Jacob's leadership, they had ambushed two of them in the Jungle of Vietnam.
At that time, their two teams, over twenty people, despite being prepared, were killed by two Predators, leaving only four survivors.
Therefore, even though they were fully prepared this time, the Big Beard did not dare to be careless in the slightest. Even moving his neck was done cautiously, not daring to make any sound.
They are natural hunters. The slightest movement will be detected by them. However, it is fortunate that in a sense, they are Blind Persons, only able to see the thermal energy emitted by the human body using infrared.
Listening to the rustling sound of snowflakes falling Outside, the Big Beard tightened the cloak on his body.
In front of the abandoned Whaling Station base, a tall Predator deactivated its stealth mode / cloaking and revealed its figure in the falling snow.
It raised its arm and tapped a few times on the wrist device on its forearm. The bio-mask it wore on its face immediately flashed a red light that was invisible to ordinary people.
The entire Whaling Station was projected as a three-dimensional projection and received by its mask.
The dozens of heat sources from the burning Gasoline Drums / Barrels seemed to indeed interfere with the Predator's thermal imaging projection. It shook its head.
After only a moment of silence, it clicked the wrist device again. This time, its mask, at the eyes, scanned with a green light.
(end of chapter)
"Just like that? Cultivating a batch of powerful monster rivals for ourselves. What's next? Do we wait, or do we go hunt them?"
Tang Song lit a cigar and looked at Charles Bishop Weyland!
"Next, we wait, wait for the arrival of that group of hunters. Only a spectacular hunt, the strongest genetic contest, can open the way to the Engineers' Laboratory!"
Charles Bishop Weyland looked up at the sky above, seemingly seeing the hunters in Space through the Pyramid's Dome and 2000 feet of thick Ice Sheet.
...Space, Milky Way Galaxy, Orion, near a harsh planet Yautja.
A small spaceship was docked on an asteroid. On the spaceship, a Predator was operating the spaceship screen.
Suddenly, a message was transmitted to his spaceship screen. He swiped open the screen, and there was a light spot flashing.
Looking at the displayed coordinates and the intensity of the light spot's flashing, this Predator did not hesitate to input the coordinates into the spaceship.
The spaceship engine sprayed blue plasma flames, soaring into the sky, and quickly disappeared into Space!
In this area of Space, at least five spaceships simultaneously soared into the sky, including one spaceship that was noticeably larger.
...Earth, above, black wormholes tore open the Night Sky. Several Spaceships jumped out of the wormholes and gathered together.
Several Young Blood Predators entered the medium-sized Spaceship from their own Spaceships.
They are the Young Bloods among the Predators, who have fully mastered the use of all Predator tools and have developed their own combat style and preferred cold weapons.
Before the Young Bloods go out to hunt Aliens for promotion, there is a ranking. The one with the best performance can become the leader, taking others out to hunt Aliens. To complete the trial, they must eliminate the Aliens within the Trial Ground and use the Alien's acid blood to corrode their skin and armor, drawing the tribal mark on their forehead and helmet.
This is not all. They must eliminate all the hatched Aliens, otherwise, it will cause great harm.
Once the situation becomes uncontrollable, the self-destruct device will be activated to perish together with a large number of Aliens. In that case, the trial is not completed, and they cannot be promoted.
In a word, after eliminating all the Aliens, if they can walk out alive, the Elder Council will come to assess them. Only if they are recognized can they be promoted to the next level, Blooded.
After being promoted to Blooded, Predators can go out for star hunting, going as far as they want, no longer requiring the supervision of the Elders.
On the Predator Spaceship, a tall Predator with a style different from other Predators looked down at the young Predators of the Tribe.
Compared to these young people, this Predator was covered in scars, as well as marks corroded by Alien blood and branded tribal marks.
From the brands left by his numerous battles and the Alien Queen Skull displayed behind his Spaceship as a trophy, it can be identified that this tall Predator should be a Predator Elder.
Predator Elders are the leaders of the Tribe, living for at least several hundred years. They are among the oldest members of the Tribe, very wise and steady, not as aggressive as young Predators.
They have gained full honor throughout their lives of hunting and basically do not pursue honor to prove themselves like young hunters. They do not need to wear masks when appearing. Their Trophy Room already contains several skulls like the Alien Queen behind them, and hunting the Queen is the greatest honor for a Predator.
Predator Elders are generally responsible for managing the entire Tribe, as well as the trials and promotions of young hunters, choosing where to arrange who to go. During outings for hunting, they usually command a Mothership and bring a large number of Tribe Followers.
They can provide consultation and guidance to young hunters and supervise their hunting process.
"..."
On the Spaceship, the Predator Elder was introducing the situation of the Hunting Ground below to the young Predators, while also arranging the candidates participating in this trial.
And just as these Predator Spaceships entered the Solar System through wormhole jump, a pair of eyes was already staring intently at them.
"Hunters, truly annoying fellows!"
The head of the Nine Realms, a continent suspended in Space, Asgard. A tall figure leaned on a greatsword, looking down at the Space below the Rainbow Bridge / Bifrost.
He is Heimdall, the guardian god in Norse mythology, the gatekeeper of Asgard, responsible for guarding the Rainbow Bridge / Bifrost, possessing Heimdall's Eye which can perceive all things, used to observe all things.
It can be said that as long as he wants, nothing in the entire Solar System can escape his eyes.
Heimdall lowered his gaze and stared at the several Predator Spaceships.
As is well known, King Odin, the God King of Asgard, is the co-ruler of the Nine Realms. Therefore, Heimdall had no good feelings towards the Predators who treated Midgard as a hunting ground.
However, due to some special reason, regarding the Predators' hunting behavior, not only King Odin, but even the Mysterious Protector of Midgard, adopted a default attitude.
As long as these Predators do not engage in large-scale harmful behavior in Midgard, King Odin's order is not to interfere casually.
Heimdall watched as several small single-person spaceships flew down from the Predator Spaceships, heading towards Midgard.
...Above Antarctica, several single-person spaceships silently crossed the dense satellite cluster in Outer Space Orbit and flew directly towards the Pyramid in Antarctica.
Three spaceships, shaped like artillery shells with tail fins resembling unfolded four-leaf clovers, plunged into the ice layer.
The Ice Surface shook. Several remaining Mercenaries heard the movement, walked out of the Guard Post, which was a renovated Abandoned Whaling Station, holding guns and binoculars, looking at the marks on the Ice Surface.
"Something crashed down, go report to the Boss, they are here!"
Several mercenaries seemed to know what they were about to face.
A Big Beard instructed his subordinates, and at the same time, ordered fires to be lit around the Camp using pre-prepared Gasoline Drums / Barrels to create heat sources and distract the hunters.
"Hiss hiss!"
Fox looked out from the Window on the second floor of the Whaling Station. In her palm, the chopsticks-thick Little Black Snake flicked its tongue towards the distant Ice Surface, looking as if it were facing a formidable enemy.
"Gather our people!"
Fox drew her gun, looking at the firelight burning in the Base.
These mercenaries clearly did not intend to tell them the truth.
Soon, all eight remaining Soldiers came to the Room where Fox was.
The Little Black Snake coiled its body in Fox's palm, its snake head facing Fox, and suddenly opened its mouth, spraying a ball of ice-blue mist.
...Creak, creak...
On the Ice Field, the sound of stepping on accumulated snow echoed.
In the Whaling Station, the bonfires lit by the Gasoline Drums / Barrels illuminated the Whaling Station as if it were daytime.
However, apart from the faint rustling sound of falling snowflakes, no other sound could be heard in this Whaling Station, making it eerily silent.
The Big Beard lay on the abandoned Hanging Rail of the Whaling Station, peering down.
At this moment, the Big Beard was wearing a bio-mask similar to the Predators, and his entire body was covered by a cloak that could regulate temperature. He moved his head slightly, using the thermal vision function on his mask to search for the hunters' presence.
This was not the first time the Big Beard had dealt with these invisibility monsters.
Five years ago, under Jacob's leadership, they had ambushed two of them in the Jungle of Vietnam.
At that time, their two teams, over twenty people, despite being prepared, were killed by two Predators, leaving only four survivors.
Therefore, even though they were fully prepared this time, the Big Beard did not dare to be careless in the slightest. Even moving his neck was done cautiously, not daring to make any sound.
They are natural hunters. The slightest movement will be detected by them. However, it is fortunate that in a sense, they are Blind Persons, only able to see the thermal energy emitted by the human body using infrared.
Listening to the rustling sound of snowflakes falling Outside, the Big Beard tightened the cloak on his body.
In front of the abandoned Whaling Station base, a tall Predator deactivated its stealth mode / cloaking and revealed its figure in the falling snow.
It raised its arm and tapped a few times on the wrist device on its forearm. The bio-mask it wore on its face immediately flashed a red light that was invisible to ordinary people.
The entire Whaling Station was projected as a three-dimensional projection and received by its mask.
The dozens of heat sources from the burning Gasoline Drums / Barrels seemed to indeed interfere with the Predator's thermal imaging projection. It shook its head.
After only a moment of silence, it clicked the wrist device again. This time, its mask, at the eyes, scanned with a green light.
(end of chapter)
