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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0110_part_02
Chapter 178
chapter 0110 part 2
Trembling, its resistance gradually weakened. Soon, a blood talisman transformed into countless light spots and was branded onto its entire body.
Hiss hiss! The Alien Queen stretched its head to look at Tang Song. In the depths of its cold, emotionless eyes, two illusory figures flickered, vaguely resembling Boss Tang.
............
"You want to enter the Inside of this Spaceship!"
Facing Charles Bishop Weyland's question, Tang Song waved his Cane, tapping the silver-gray metal wall.
The silver-gray metal wall seemed to have sound-absorbing material. Tang Song's Cane tapping on the wall was like a stone sinking into the Ocean, making no sound.
"The best Method is your Demolitionist's idea, to chisel it out little by little, and then use a crane to move the whole thing onto the island!"
"Deciphering the Spaceship has a certain technical barrier. This is a big project, requiring at least one to two years!"
"Tang, I don't have that much Time. You should know that the detection satellites above Antarctica are as numerous as the hairs on a cow. Once detected by the detection satellites of other Organizations, my lifework will be wasted!"
Charles Bishop Weyland's hoarse voice carried urgency.
A complete Alien Spaceship, its importance being able to trigger a Third World War is, of course, an exaggeration.
But some major countries and Organizations wouldn't mind starting a small-scale local conflict in Antarctica for it.
The technological content of an Alien Spaceship is enough to raise a country's technological level by several decades.
In the face of profit, even if the Sacred Shield Brotherhood stepped in, it's estimated they wouldn't be able to control the situation. Wakanda is a cautionary tale.
"Tang, do you have a Method!?"
Hiss! The exoskeleton suit's face mask sprayed a white vapor. The face mask separated from the exoskeleton suit's helmet, revealing Charles Bishop Weyland's tired, wrinkled old face.
"I don't have a Method to take this Spaceship away, but entering the Ship Cabin Inside shouldn't be difficult!"
Tang Song waved his Cane. The beast head of the Cane, with the two Sword Pellets decorating the eyes, flew out with a clatter.
The two Sword Pellets swallowed and flickered in mid-air, transforming into two dazzling white lights.
Hiss hiss, the two white lights circled the iron chains binding the Alien Queen. Clang, the two iron chains, as thick as arms, were immediately cut in half.
Clang, one side of the metal coffin trapping the Alien Queen lost its support structure and heavily smashed onto the Ground.
The entire Ground was smashed into a large pit by the metal coffin. Hearing the hissing sound from the pit, several Mercenaries who were close by took two steps back.
Fortunately, the iron coffin seemed to be of good quality. In the Deep Pit, only the Alien's roars were heard; it wasn't seen crawling out, clearly still trapped in the iron coffin.
"Tang?"
Charles Bishop Weyland looked at Tang Song with some confusion, clearly not understanding his intention.
"Are you planning to use your white light to split open this Spaceship?"
"Mr. Weyland, this Alien Spaceship can perform Interstellar Travel and has experienced various space radiation and harsh environments in the Universe that we cannot imagine.
What do you think of its hardness? Not to mention this outer protective shield, do you think this Spaceship has a defense system? If it's automatically activated after being attacked, the danger is no less than the Pyramid collapsing!"
Tang Song denied Charles Bishop Weyland's idea.
This old-fashioned Billionaire was extremely anxious but didn't dare to get angry at Boss Tang like he did with his Subordinate Mercenaries.
He could only look eagerly, waiting for Boss Tang to state his Method.
"There are two more Aliens in the upper Room. Find them and kill them!"
Tang Song directly struck his Cane, giving orders on behalf of Charles Bishop Weyland.
Jacob glanced at his own Boss. After getting a nod of permission from Charles Bishop Weyland, he directly called out to the crowd of Mercenaries, planning to go into the Pyramid to clear out the two hiding Xenomorph Runners.
.........
Hiss! Hiss hiss! Two white lights crisscrossed in the Deep Pit, listening to the screams coming from the Alien Queen in the Deep Pit.
Charles Bishop Weyland felt a wave of irritation. He drove his exoskeleton suit, moving his heavy metal prosthetic, and restlessly paced back and forth around the Spaceship's hull, trying to find a portal to enter the Spaceship.
Tang Song stood in the smoke-filled Deep Pit created by the metal coffin, watching the two Sword Pellets effortlessly cut through the metal plates that had trapped the Alien Queen.
The Alien Queen swung its tail in the Deep Pit, extending its head full of sharp teeth towards him.
As Tang Song pressed his palm down, the Alien Queen obediently lay on the Ground, curling up its claws and tail.
"Tang, what Method do you have?"
After searching for several rounds and still not finding any portal, Charles Bishop Weyland completely lost his composure and walked up to Tang Song, asking.
Tang Song opened his hand and scattered a handful of red pellets into the Deep Pit. The Alien Queen suddenly leaped up, flexibly swung its head, and swept away all the blood pellets.
Hiss hiss!
After swallowing the blood pellets, the Alien Queen wagged its tail towards Boss Tang, feeling satisfied.
Its tail with spikes whipped against the broken metal plates that had held it, making a clanging sound.
Hearing the strange sound from the Deep Pit, Charles Bishop Weyland instinctively took two steps back.
"Mr. Weyland, don't worry. This is just a guess of mine. I can't guarantee success. The prerequisite is that your people can clear out those two Xenomorph Runners!"
Two Sword Pellets flew out of the Deep Pit and landed in Tang Song's palm. He casually embedded them back into the eye sockets of the beast head. The beast's eyes immediately shot out two beams of silver light.
Charles Bishop Weyland looked at the Cane in Tang Song's hand with fear and said, "I believe Jacob and the others won't disappoint me!"
"That would be for the best," Tang Song smiled. "Oh, right, in the upper Room, I heard Mr. Charles mention the Engineer. What is that? An Alien? Is it related to this Spaceship?"
Charles Bishop Weyland looked at Tang Song's smiling face and sighed inwardly. His hand inside the exoskeleton suit quietly moved to a red button.
"The Engineer, these are some clues I found exploring several Ancient Ruins. They are a humanoid Alien Race, white giants three to four meters tall.
Many murals left in ancient ruins show that they came to Earth four to five hundred thousand years ago, when humanity had not yet appeared.
Some ruins also indicate that they seem to be the ancestors of a certain branch of humanity..."
"Ancestors of Humanity?" Tang Song curled his lip noncommittally, clearly not agreeing with this view.
Perhaps in a purely sci-fi world, this view would be worth investigating. But in this mixed American Comics world, an Alien Race that appeared out of nowhere dares to call itself the ancestor of humanity?
Were they getting arrogant, or were the Celestials unable to lift their knives anymore?
"Whether they are the ancestors of humanity is not important. What is important is that they created the Alien. Their genetic modulation technology can completely restore the genetic telomere of the human body to its initial state! Cough cough..."
Charles Bishop Weyland couldn't help but cough. Using the sound of the cough, he pressed the red button on the exoskeleton suit's palm.
A colorless, odorless neuro-anesthetic gas was quietly released from the air vents at the exoskeleton suit's rear ankle.
"You know what this means, Tang!"
Charles Bishop Weyland's voice, muffled through the face mask, was mixed with uncontrollable excitement.
"Returning to youth. According to the number of cell telomere divisions, humanity can live another 120 years."
"This isn't achieved by transforming into non-human beings through those dirty magic creatures like Vampires and Werewolves. This is the future of humanity, Tang!"
"As long as we can enter the Spaceship's Inside and find the gene modulation cabin, Weyland Industries will become the greatest enterprise in this world!"
"Join us, Tang! The world belongs to us!"
Listening to Charles Bishop Weyland's passionate speech, comparable to a fervent rant, Tang Song remained calm, stroking his Cane, using True Essence and Supreme White Lung Qi to nourish the Sword Pellets, and teasing the Alien Queen.
"Mr. Charles, you said, after all these Aliens are dead, the Trial ends. Does this Trial Ground close, or does it restock?"
Charles Bishop Weyland, who was lost in his imagined glorious enterprise, was stunned by Tang Song's question!
(end of chapter)
Trembling, its resistance gradually weakened. Soon, a blood talisman transformed into countless light spots and was branded onto its entire body.
Hiss hiss! The Alien Queen stretched its head to look at Tang Song. In the depths of its cold, emotionless eyes, two illusory figures flickered, vaguely resembling Boss Tang.
............
"You want to enter the Inside of this Spaceship!"
Facing Charles Bishop Weyland's question, Tang Song waved his Cane, tapping the silver-gray metal wall.
The silver-gray metal wall seemed to have sound-absorbing material. Tang Song's Cane tapping on the wall was like a stone sinking into the Ocean, making no sound.
"The best Method is your Demolitionist's idea, to chisel it out little by little, and then use a crane to move the whole thing onto the island!"
"Deciphering the Spaceship has a certain technical barrier. This is a big project, requiring at least one to two years!"
"Tang, I don't have that much Time. You should know that the detection satellites above Antarctica are as numerous as the hairs on a cow. Once detected by the detection satellites of other Organizations, my lifework will be wasted!"
Charles Bishop Weyland's hoarse voice carried urgency.
A complete Alien Spaceship, its importance being able to trigger a Third World War is, of course, an exaggeration.
But some major countries and Organizations wouldn't mind starting a small-scale local conflict in Antarctica for it.
The technological content of an Alien Spaceship is enough to raise a country's technological level by several decades.
In the face of profit, even if the Sacred Shield Brotherhood stepped in, it's estimated they wouldn't be able to control the situation. Wakanda is a cautionary tale.
"Tang, do you have a Method!?"
Hiss! The exoskeleton suit's face mask sprayed a white vapor. The face mask separated from the exoskeleton suit's helmet, revealing Charles Bishop Weyland's tired, wrinkled old face.
"I don't have a Method to take this Spaceship away, but entering the Ship Cabin Inside shouldn't be difficult!"
Tang Song waved his Cane. The beast head of the Cane, with the two Sword Pellets decorating the eyes, flew out with a clatter.
The two Sword Pellets swallowed and flickered in mid-air, transforming into two dazzling white lights.
Hiss hiss, the two white lights circled the iron chains binding the Alien Queen. Clang, the two iron chains, as thick as arms, were immediately cut in half.
Clang, one side of the metal coffin trapping the Alien Queen lost its support structure and heavily smashed onto the Ground.
The entire Ground was smashed into a large pit by the metal coffin. Hearing the hissing sound from the pit, several Mercenaries who were close by took two steps back.
Fortunately, the iron coffin seemed to be of good quality. In the Deep Pit, only the Alien's roars were heard; it wasn't seen crawling out, clearly still trapped in the iron coffin.
"Tang?"
Charles Bishop Weyland looked at Tang Song with some confusion, clearly not understanding his intention.
"Are you planning to use your white light to split open this Spaceship?"
"Mr. Weyland, this Alien Spaceship can perform Interstellar Travel and has experienced various space radiation and harsh environments in the Universe that we cannot imagine.
What do you think of its hardness? Not to mention this outer protective shield, do you think this Spaceship has a defense system? If it's automatically activated after being attacked, the danger is no less than the Pyramid collapsing!"
Tang Song denied Charles Bishop Weyland's idea.
This old-fashioned Billionaire was extremely anxious but didn't dare to get angry at Boss Tang like he did with his Subordinate Mercenaries.
He could only look eagerly, waiting for Boss Tang to state his Method.
"There are two more Aliens in the upper Room. Find them and kill them!"
Tang Song directly struck his Cane, giving orders on behalf of Charles Bishop Weyland.
Jacob glanced at his own Boss. After getting a nod of permission from Charles Bishop Weyland, he directly called out to the crowd of Mercenaries, planning to go into the Pyramid to clear out the two hiding Xenomorph Runners.
.........
Hiss! Hiss hiss! Two white lights crisscrossed in the Deep Pit, listening to the screams coming from the Alien Queen in the Deep Pit.
Charles Bishop Weyland felt a wave of irritation. He drove his exoskeleton suit, moving his heavy metal prosthetic, and restlessly paced back and forth around the Spaceship's hull, trying to find a portal to enter the Spaceship.
Tang Song stood in the smoke-filled Deep Pit created by the metal coffin, watching the two Sword Pellets effortlessly cut through the metal plates that had trapped the Alien Queen.
The Alien Queen swung its tail in the Deep Pit, extending its head full of sharp teeth towards him.
As Tang Song pressed his palm down, the Alien Queen obediently lay on the Ground, curling up its claws and tail.
"Tang, what Method do you have?"
After searching for several rounds and still not finding any portal, Charles Bishop Weyland completely lost his composure and walked up to Tang Song, asking.
Tang Song opened his hand and scattered a handful of red pellets into the Deep Pit. The Alien Queen suddenly leaped up, flexibly swung its head, and swept away all the blood pellets.
Hiss hiss!
After swallowing the blood pellets, the Alien Queen wagged its tail towards Boss Tang, feeling satisfied.
Its tail with spikes whipped against the broken metal plates that had held it, making a clanging sound.
Hearing the strange sound from the Deep Pit, Charles Bishop Weyland instinctively took two steps back.
"Mr. Weyland, don't worry. This is just a guess of mine. I can't guarantee success. The prerequisite is that your people can clear out those two Xenomorph Runners!"
Two Sword Pellets flew out of the Deep Pit and landed in Tang Song's palm. He casually embedded them back into the eye sockets of the beast head. The beast's eyes immediately shot out two beams of silver light.
Charles Bishop Weyland looked at the Cane in Tang Song's hand with fear and said, "I believe Jacob and the others won't disappoint me!"
"That would be for the best," Tang Song smiled. "Oh, right, in the upper Room, I heard Mr. Charles mention the Engineer. What is that? An Alien? Is it related to this Spaceship?"
Charles Bishop Weyland looked at Tang Song's smiling face and sighed inwardly. His hand inside the exoskeleton suit quietly moved to a red button.
"The Engineer, these are some clues I found exploring several Ancient Ruins. They are a humanoid Alien Race, white giants three to four meters tall.
Many murals left in ancient ruins show that they came to Earth four to five hundred thousand years ago, when humanity had not yet appeared.
Some ruins also indicate that they seem to be the ancestors of a certain branch of humanity..."
"Ancestors of Humanity?" Tang Song curled his lip noncommittally, clearly not agreeing with this view.
Perhaps in a purely sci-fi world, this view would be worth investigating. But in this mixed American Comics world, an Alien Race that appeared out of nowhere dares to call itself the ancestor of humanity?
Were they getting arrogant, or were the Celestials unable to lift their knives anymore?
"Whether they are the ancestors of humanity is not important. What is important is that they created the Alien. Their genetic modulation technology can completely restore the genetic telomere of the human body to its initial state! Cough cough..."
Charles Bishop Weyland couldn't help but cough. Using the sound of the cough, he pressed the red button on the exoskeleton suit's palm.
A colorless, odorless neuro-anesthetic gas was quietly released from the air vents at the exoskeleton suit's rear ankle.
"You know what this means, Tang!"
Charles Bishop Weyland's voice, muffled through the face mask, was mixed with uncontrollable excitement.
"Returning to youth. According to the number of cell telomere divisions, humanity can live another 120 years."
"This isn't achieved by transforming into non-human beings through those dirty magic creatures like Vampires and Werewolves. This is the future of humanity, Tang!"
"As long as we can enter the Spaceship's Inside and find the gene modulation cabin, Weyland Industries will become the greatest enterprise in this world!"
"Join us, Tang! The world belongs to us!"
Listening to Charles Bishop Weyland's passionate speech, comparable to a fervent rant, Tang Song remained calm, stroking his Cane, using True Essence and Supreme White Lung Qi to nourish the Sword Pellets, and teasing the Alien Queen.
"Mr. Charles, you said, after all these Aliens are dead, the Trial ends. Does this Trial Ground close, or does it restock?"
Charles Bishop Weyland, who was lost in his imagined glorious enterprise, was stunned by Tang Song's question!
(end of chapter)
