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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0408_part_03
Chapter 984
chapter 0408 part 3
The High Evolutionary quietly followed behind those two Alien.
Neither the Alien's combat instinct, which was etched into their genes, nor the scanning system of the Dark Iron Blood's highly technological Predator helmet, managed to detect the astralization High Evolutionary from beginning to end.
As the Priest of the Frog God, Geta seemed truly blessed by the Frog God on this Planet. His shuttle was directly hit by a crab-like, house-sized mutated creature. The shuttle was smashed, and the Pilot was also smashed into a pulp, but he was completely unharmed.
He didn't even get a scratch. Of course, besides the protection of the god, this was also thanks to the personal energy generating force field on his body, which created a barrier for him in times of crisis.
"My money, my money! My money! Ahhhhh!"
Geta struggled to crawl out of the sand. Looking around, his Pack Beast Slave team had all been smashed into puddles of meat paste. Geta didn't even pay attention to the variant falling from the sky and smashing into the Desert. He suddenly pounced in front of a bloody, unrecognizable thing, and with both hands, he pulled out a package from underneath its body.
*Clatter!* A handful of red crystal, the size of fingernails, spilled into his Palm. Geta clenched his Palm tightly. "My money!"
Geta tied up the opening of the damaged package, carried it on his body, and ran towards the next pack beast that had been smashed to death. Although his several hundred-pound body caused the Ground to shake as he ran, his speed was not slow.
If the Slaves who usually served Geta saw this, they would be greatly surprised, as Geta's usual performance in front of them was that of someone who gasped for breath with every step.
Driven by money, Geta soon had seven or eight more packages on his body. Just as he was about to pounce on a starfish that was over ten meters large and was struggling to lift one of its tentacle.
That tentacle suddenly opened its mouthparts full of sharp teeth and bit towards him.
*Pfft!*
Geta raised his hand and fired a gun. The energy gun in his hand, as thick as his forearm, fired an energy beam, directly blasting that starfish tentacle into a mess.
"My money!"
Geta snatched a package from under the starfish and was tying it onto his body when he suddenly felt something wet on his head. He looked up and saw that the giant starfish had stood up at some point, opening its huge mouthparts and leaning down towards him. The dripping liquid was the starfish's saliva.
Geta immediately took off running. The anti-gravity device on the soles of his shoes lifted his massive body, causing the starfish to bite at empty space and chew on sand.
At this time in the Desert, the variants with thick hides and flesh, or extremely strong recovery power, had recovered from their fall from high altitude. Some variants were fighting each other, while most of them were chasing after a certain large, fleshy chunk, wanting to tear off a bite.
Geta ran back desperately, glancing back at the packages he hadn't had time to pick up. His eyes were even straining so hard that blood beads burst out: "My money!"
Tang Song's Refugee team was fortunate not to be hit because a certain unnamed Boss had stirred up a hurricane in the sky, diverting the Landing Site of those mutated creatures.
However, they were targeted by a group of lion, a lion pride with wings.
A horned male lion led four lionesses. This lion pride circled in the air, occasionally roaring and swooping down, apparently seeing them as prey.
*Rip!*
Abad drew his blade and leaped up. The thruster on his feet sprayed out an energy flame, pushing him into a sudden acceleration. He darted under the abdomen of a horned male lion. The blade in his hand was wrapped in a layer of pale blue energy layer, and the battle blade, which was also vibrating at high speed, directly slit open the belly of the male lion, which had a shoulder height of four meters and a pair of vulture wings—
After letting out painful low roars, this horned variant male lion's internal organs instantly spilled onto the Ground from the wound on its belly as it circled! The headless male lion also quickly plummeted towards the Ground, crashing into the Desert.
While Abad was rushing into the sky, several lionesses took the opportunity to swoop down, intending to hunt. Groot, the treant, swung his arms upwards, and dozens of vines, hundreds of meters long, extended from his arms. The vines, as strong as rebar, simultaneously bound several variant lions flying in mid-air.
At the same time, root from Groot's feet spread towards the Ground, firmly grasping the Earth. He single-handedly bound several lions and wrestled with them, pulling these lionesses downwards.
After Abad finished off the horned variant male lion, he raised his battle blade, about to go help, but Rocket Raccoon leaped onto Groot's shoulder, raising the energy gun in his hand—
*Whoosh whoosh whoosh—*
Several thick energy beams were fired, instantly blasting these lions into blood water.
(End of chapter)
The High Evolutionary quietly followed behind those two Alien.
Neither the Alien's combat instinct, which was etched into their genes, nor the scanning system of the Dark Iron Blood's highly technological Predator helmet, managed to detect the astralization High Evolutionary from beginning to end.
As the Priest of the Frog God, Geta seemed truly blessed by the Frog God on this Planet. His shuttle was directly hit by a crab-like, house-sized mutated creature. The shuttle was smashed, and the Pilot was also smashed into a pulp, but he was completely unharmed.
He didn't even get a scratch. Of course, besides the protection of the god, this was also thanks to the personal energy generating force field on his body, which created a barrier for him in times of crisis.
"My money, my money! My money! Ahhhhh!"
Geta struggled to crawl out of the sand. Looking around, his Pack Beast Slave team had all been smashed into puddles of meat paste. Geta didn't even pay attention to the variant falling from the sky and smashing into the Desert. He suddenly pounced in front of a bloody, unrecognizable thing, and with both hands, he pulled out a package from underneath its body.
*Clatter!* A handful of red crystal, the size of fingernails, spilled into his Palm. Geta clenched his Palm tightly. "My money!"
Geta tied up the opening of the damaged package, carried it on his body, and ran towards the next pack beast that had been smashed to death. Although his several hundred-pound body caused the Ground to shake as he ran, his speed was not slow.
If the Slaves who usually served Geta saw this, they would be greatly surprised, as Geta's usual performance in front of them was that of someone who gasped for breath with every step.
Driven by money, Geta soon had seven or eight more packages on his body. Just as he was about to pounce on a starfish that was over ten meters large and was struggling to lift one of its tentacle.
That tentacle suddenly opened its mouthparts full of sharp teeth and bit towards him.
*Pfft!*
Geta raised his hand and fired a gun. The energy gun in his hand, as thick as his forearm, fired an energy beam, directly blasting that starfish tentacle into a mess.
"My money!"
Geta snatched a package from under the starfish and was tying it onto his body when he suddenly felt something wet on his head. He looked up and saw that the giant starfish had stood up at some point, opening its huge mouthparts and leaning down towards him. The dripping liquid was the starfish's saliva.
Geta immediately took off running. The anti-gravity device on the soles of his shoes lifted his massive body, causing the starfish to bite at empty space and chew on sand.
At this time in the Desert, the variants with thick hides and flesh, or extremely strong recovery power, had recovered from their fall from high altitude. Some variants were fighting each other, while most of them were chasing after a certain large, fleshy chunk, wanting to tear off a bite.
Geta ran back desperately, glancing back at the packages he hadn't had time to pick up. His eyes were even straining so hard that blood beads burst out: "My money!"
Tang Song's Refugee team was fortunate not to be hit because a certain unnamed Boss had stirred up a hurricane in the sky, diverting the Landing Site of those mutated creatures.
However, they were targeted by a group of lion, a lion pride with wings.
A horned male lion led four lionesses. This lion pride circled in the air, occasionally roaring and swooping down, apparently seeing them as prey.
*Rip!*
Abad drew his blade and leaped up. The thruster on his feet sprayed out an energy flame, pushing him into a sudden acceleration. He darted under the abdomen of a horned male lion. The blade in his hand was wrapped in a layer of pale blue energy layer, and the battle blade, which was also vibrating at high speed, directly slit open the belly of the male lion, which had a shoulder height of four meters and a pair of vulture wings—
After letting out painful low roars, this horned variant male lion's internal organs instantly spilled onto the Ground from the wound on its belly as it circled! The headless male lion also quickly plummeted towards the Ground, crashing into the Desert.
While Abad was rushing into the sky, several lionesses took the opportunity to swoop down, intending to hunt. Groot, the treant, swung his arms upwards, and dozens of vines, hundreds of meters long, extended from his arms. The vines, as strong as rebar, simultaneously bound several variant lions flying in mid-air.
At the same time, root from Groot's feet spread towards the Ground, firmly grasping the Earth. He single-handedly bound several lions and wrestled with them, pulling these lionesses downwards.
After Abad finished off the horned variant male lion, he raised his battle blade, about to go help, but Rocket Raccoon leaped onto Groot's shoulder, raising the energy gun in his hand—
*Whoosh whoosh whoosh—*
Several thick energy beams were fired, instantly blasting these lions into blood water.
(End of chapter)
