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Chapter 992
chapter 0413 part 1
# Chapter 406: Secrets
These high-pressure lightning bolts struck the Spaceship hovering at low altitude, causing ripples across the Spaceship's Protective Shield.
"Who can tell me why these Aliens possess ranged attack methods, and such high-intensity energy attack methods at that? Why isn't this recorded in our database!"
Inside the black Spaceship's Main Control Room, Tiger-man Tagar, clad in golden armor, watched the lightning streaking across the Night Sky through the Porthole, bellowing.
Pig-man Bolgar, holding a modified high-energy beam cannon in one hand, shook his head and grunted, "You should ask Bova about this. The Company's database has always been his responsibility. But compared to this, I think you should first figure out how to eliminate those Aliens, otherwise the batch of Evil Ghosts we brought won't be able to withstand a few waves of attack!"
The Tiger-man glared fiercely at the swarming group of Aliens below through the Spaceship Porthole. He knew Bolgar was right.
Judging by the current attack frequency of these Aliens, the twenty thousand Evil Ghosts might truly not last until landing.
Remembering the boast he and Bova had made, Tagar walked directly to the control screen in the Main Control Room. As he input the attack command, gun ports flashing blue light extended from both sides of the two split spaceships' Ship Cabins simultaneously. Buzzing sounds of energy accumulation rang out, and dozens of thick blue energy beams instantly shot down from high altitude.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!—"
The force of the spaceship cannons, even just the ordinary cannons of the split spaceships, was not something human thermal weapons could resist. With one shot, a shell crater several hundred meters wide and over ten meters deep instantly appeared in the Desert! Within the range of the energy beam explosion, ten thousand tons of sand and earth were blasted apart, and dozens of Aliens instantly turned into dust in the beam... With a round of salvo from the dozens of secondary cannons on the two spaceships, this slightly raised Desert Sand Dune instantly became a sunken Valley. The several thousand Aliens bred by the Dark Iron Blood using Black Goo and mutated creatures suffered heavy casualties and severe losses in a single round of shelling. And without the interception from the Aliens on the Ground, the Evil Ghosts finally seized the opportunity to descend from the sky.
These ferocious Fiend Goblins swarmed towards the surviving Aliens, and the two sides engaged in a brutal slaughter.
Younglings of the Predator must complete a hunt in the Hunting ground to prove themselves as qualified warriors. A large portion of these Hunting grounds, distributed across thousands of planets, use Aliens as prey.
The combat strength of Aliens, these killing machines, is beyond doubt; otherwise, the Predator wouldn't treat them as the rite of passage for their tribesmen. Fiend Goblins, on the other hand, are an accidental product of the High Evolutionary's genetic evolution experiment. Besides having strong survival ability in the environment, these mutated creatures have several other advantages: they are easy to tame and have strong reproductive ability. In terms of individual attack power, they might not be as good as Flesh Giants... But their numerical superiority and obedience are enough for the High Evolutionary to choose them as bio-weapons on the Spaceships.
This is like two machines: one is highly efficient and precise but difficult to manufacture, requiring a lot of energy and money; the other is usable, durable, requires no maintenance, and can even reproduce itself. As long as one isn't a fool, they know which one to choose! The High Evolutionary once conducted an experiment where he placed over a thousand Fiend Goblins on a planet that dared to resist him. The result was that in just two years, these Fiend Goblins reproduced into a race of several million, completely destroying the civilization that had not yet fully left its Homeworld.
This is also the reason the High Evolutionary didn't care at all, even though he clearly knew these Predator Warriors were reproducing Aliens on this planet.
Compared to Aliens, which require a large number of hosts for parasitism, the High Evolutionary is confident that the Fiend Goblins he created can easily crush these Aliens simply by relying on quantity.
One is a highly efficient top killing machine, the other is a Fiend Goblin that wins by relying on quantity. The two races quickly collided and engaged in combat. The recent shelling caused heavy Alien casualties. In the current Desert valley, there are no more than two hundred Aliens remaining, and each Alien is surrounded by hundreds of Fiend Goblins.
Although these Fiend Goblins are shorter than the Alien's knees, although these Aliens can send over a dozen Fiend Goblins flying with a casual tail whip, and although these Fiend Goblins' teeth cannot bite through these Alien scales, their quantity is simply too large... What's most outrageous is that some Fiend Goblins even started mating and giving birth on the spot. Female Fiend Goblins after mating would squat down on the Ground and, like an ant queen laying eggs, give birth to over a dozen, or even dozens of younglings.
These Fiend Goblin younglings, after devouring the flesh and blood corpses of their nearby own kind, instantly inflated like balloons. Thus, a strange and awkward situation formed: although these Aliens were fiercely massacring these Fiend Goblins, their speed of massacre could not keep up with the reproduction speed of these Fiend Goblins.
"Buzz!"
The Dark Iron Blood glanced at the Spaceship hovering in mid-air, deactivated his Predator armor's stealth mode, and moved the shoulder cannon on his shoulder armor. Three red dots aimed at the Fiend Goblins currently mating/breeding.
"Boom!"
The shoulder cannon's energy beam exploded, and a group of mating/breeding Fiend Goblins were instantly blown sky-high.
In the Pile of Rocks on the Sand Dune, blasted apart by a single shot, a fat toad opened its mouth wide, rolling its eyes as it looked at the sky.
Its large, fat body was piled high with gravel. Buried under gravel, only the personal force field generator at its waist, which originally flashed blue light, was emitting a red light indicating imminent explosion due to energy overload.
The Fat Toad Geta, on the verge of death, was muttering something. The High Evolutionary, who was currently admiring the divine might of his creations, noticed this Native. Listening to his repetitive muttering, he bent down curiously, wanting to hear what this Native's dying wish was before he died.
"My money!"
"My money!"
"My money!"
High Evolutionary followed Geta's gaze. He saw that under the Pile of Rocks, his hand was still stubbornly moving little by little. Not far from his fingers, a pouch was quietly stuck in the Pile of Rocks. From the broken pouch, red crystal stones the thickness of a pinky finger kept rolling down.
"As expected, a low-grade species controlled by desire," High Evolutionary's spirit body shook his head, looking towards the horizon. "This is the reason I want to create a perfect species!"
Puchi!
Fat Toad Geta naturally couldn't hear High Evolutionary's voice. Even if he heard it, he wouldn't care at all. At this moment, his mind was only on his money. He laboriously used his fingers, thick as carrots, digging in the Pile of Rocks.
The Pile of Rocks loosened. Seeing that a red crystal stone was about to roll down along the crack in the rock and fall into his palm... Just as excitement and joy began to appear on the Fat Toad's face, a smile of achieving his desire, a piece of Fiend Goblin flesh and blood that was blasted off suddenly fell from the sky. Coincidentally, that thing with barbs and hooks fell directly into his wide-open mouth, which was grinning with happiness.
"Gurgle—uh!"
Due to the Fiend Goblin's body structure, the barbs and hooks got stuck directly in Geta's windpipe. The Fat Toad, whose windpipe was blocked, had both eyes strained and filled with blood threads. He still laboriously moved his fingers. Finally, a red crystal stone slid along the crack in the rock into his palm.
The moment the Fat Toad's palm grasped the red crystal stone, he finally took his last breath with satisfaction.
# Chapter 406: Secrets
These high-pressure lightning bolts struck the Spaceship hovering at low altitude, causing ripples across the Spaceship's Protective Shield.
"Who can tell me why these Aliens possess ranged attack methods, and such high-intensity energy attack methods at that? Why isn't this recorded in our database!"
Inside the black Spaceship's Main Control Room, Tiger-man Tagar, clad in golden armor, watched the lightning streaking across the Night Sky through the Porthole, bellowing.
Pig-man Bolgar, holding a modified high-energy beam cannon in one hand, shook his head and grunted, "You should ask Bova about this. The Company's database has always been his responsibility. But compared to this, I think you should first figure out how to eliminate those Aliens, otherwise the batch of Evil Ghosts we brought won't be able to withstand a few waves of attack!"
The Tiger-man glared fiercely at the swarming group of Aliens below through the Spaceship Porthole. He knew Bolgar was right.
Judging by the current attack frequency of these Aliens, the twenty thousand Evil Ghosts might truly not last until landing.
Remembering the boast he and Bova had made, Tagar walked directly to the control screen in the Main Control Room. As he input the attack command, gun ports flashing blue light extended from both sides of the two split spaceships' Ship Cabins simultaneously. Buzzing sounds of energy accumulation rang out, and dozens of thick blue energy beams instantly shot down from high altitude.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!—"
The force of the spaceship cannons, even just the ordinary cannons of the split spaceships, was not something human thermal weapons could resist. With one shot, a shell crater several hundred meters wide and over ten meters deep instantly appeared in the Desert! Within the range of the energy beam explosion, ten thousand tons of sand and earth were blasted apart, and dozens of Aliens instantly turned into dust in the beam... With a round of salvo from the dozens of secondary cannons on the two spaceships, this slightly raised Desert Sand Dune instantly became a sunken Valley. The several thousand Aliens bred by the Dark Iron Blood using Black Goo and mutated creatures suffered heavy casualties and severe losses in a single round of shelling. And without the interception from the Aliens on the Ground, the Evil Ghosts finally seized the opportunity to descend from the sky.
These ferocious Fiend Goblins swarmed towards the surviving Aliens, and the two sides engaged in a brutal slaughter.
Younglings of the Predator must complete a hunt in the Hunting ground to prove themselves as qualified warriors. A large portion of these Hunting grounds, distributed across thousands of planets, use Aliens as prey.
The combat strength of Aliens, these killing machines, is beyond doubt; otherwise, the Predator wouldn't treat them as the rite of passage for their tribesmen. Fiend Goblins, on the other hand, are an accidental product of the High Evolutionary's genetic evolution experiment. Besides having strong survival ability in the environment, these mutated creatures have several other advantages: they are easy to tame and have strong reproductive ability. In terms of individual attack power, they might not be as good as Flesh Giants... But their numerical superiority and obedience are enough for the High Evolutionary to choose them as bio-weapons on the Spaceships.
This is like two machines: one is highly efficient and precise but difficult to manufacture, requiring a lot of energy and money; the other is usable, durable, requires no maintenance, and can even reproduce itself. As long as one isn't a fool, they know which one to choose! The High Evolutionary once conducted an experiment where he placed over a thousand Fiend Goblins on a planet that dared to resist him. The result was that in just two years, these Fiend Goblins reproduced into a race of several million, completely destroying the civilization that had not yet fully left its Homeworld.
This is also the reason the High Evolutionary didn't care at all, even though he clearly knew these Predator Warriors were reproducing Aliens on this planet.
Compared to Aliens, which require a large number of hosts for parasitism, the High Evolutionary is confident that the Fiend Goblins he created can easily crush these Aliens simply by relying on quantity.
One is a highly efficient top killing machine, the other is a Fiend Goblin that wins by relying on quantity. The two races quickly collided and engaged in combat. The recent shelling caused heavy Alien casualties. In the current Desert valley, there are no more than two hundred Aliens remaining, and each Alien is surrounded by hundreds of Fiend Goblins.
Although these Fiend Goblins are shorter than the Alien's knees, although these Aliens can send over a dozen Fiend Goblins flying with a casual tail whip, and although these Fiend Goblins' teeth cannot bite through these Alien scales, their quantity is simply too large... What's most outrageous is that some Fiend Goblins even started mating and giving birth on the spot. Female Fiend Goblins after mating would squat down on the Ground and, like an ant queen laying eggs, give birth to over a dozen, or even dozens of younglings.
These Fiend Goblin younglings, after devouring the flesh and blood corpses of their nearby own kind, instantly inflated like balloons. Thus, a strange and awkward situation formed: although these Aliens were fiercely massacring these Fiend Goblins, their speed of massacre could not keep up with the reproduction speed of these Fiend Goblins.
"Buzz!"
The Dark Iron Blood glanced at the Spaceship hovering in mid-air, deactivated his Predator armor's stealth mode, and moved the shoulder cannon on his shoulder armor. Three red dots aimed at the Fiend Goblins currently mating/breeding.
"Boom!"
The shoulder cannon's energy beam exploded, and a group of mating/breeding Fiend Goblins were instantly blown sky-high.
In the Pile of Rocks on the Sand Dune, blasted apart by a single shot, a fat toad opened its mouth wide, rolling its eyes as it looked at the sky.
Its large, fat body was piled high with gravel. Buried under gravel, only the personal force field generator at its waist, which originally flashed blue light, was emitting a red light indicating imminent explosion due to energy overload.
The Fat Toad Geta, on the verge of death, was muttering something. The High Evolutionary, who was currently admiring the divine might of his creations, noticed this Native. Listening to his repetitive muttering, he bent down curiously, wanting to hear what this Native's dying wish was before he died.
"My money!"
"My money!"
"My money!"
High Evolutionary followed Geta's gaze. He saw that under the Pile of Rocks, his hand was still stubbornly moving little by little. Not far from his fingers, a pouch was quietly stuck in the Pile of Rocks. From the broken pouch, red crystal stones the thickness of a pinky finger kept rolling down.
"As expected, a low-grade species controlled by desire," High Evolutionary's spirit body shook his head, looking towards the horizon. "This is the reason I want to create a perfect species!"
Puchi!
Fat Toad Geta naturally couldn't hear High Evolutionary's voice. Even if he heard it, he wouldn't care at all. At this moment, his mind was only on his money. He laboriously used his fingers, thick as carrots, digging in the Pile of Rocks.
The Pile of Rocks loosened. Seeing that a red crystal stone was about to roll down along the crack in the rock and fall into his palm... Just as excitement and joy began to appear on the Fat Toad's face, a smile of achieving his desire, a piece of Fiend Goblin flesh and blood that was blasted off suddenly fell from the sky. Coincidentally, that thing with barbs and hooks fell directly into his wide-open mouth, which was grinning with happiness.
"Gurgle—uh!"
Due to the Fiend Goblin's body structure, the barbs and hooks got stuck directly in Geta's windpipe. The Fat Toad, whose windpipe was blocked, had both eyes strained and filled with blood threads. He still laboriously moved his fingers. Finally, a red crystal stone slid along the crack in the rock into his palm.
The moment the Fat Toad's palm grasped the red crystal stone, he finally took his last breath with satisfaction.
