In fact, this series of attacks was meaningless to Grimm.
It was enough for Grimm to understand the basic combat capabilities of this civilized race.
Next, he would try to get in touch with them, understand the rhythm of civilization, and look for possible ways to cooperate.
With a swoosh, Grimm dodged all the attacks from the stealthy Predator and suddenly appeared beside it. He grabbed the Predator's neck with one arm and lifted it up easily, as if he was grabbing a mouse by its tail.
"Behave yourself if you want to live. I mean you no harm."
Grimm communicated with the will of the gray-masked Predator, trying to slow down the fluctuations of his will as much as possible, showing his desire to communicate.
"Strong Xenomorph, you've proven your strength. Kill me, take my head, and you will obtain supreme glory!"
The Predator roared at Grimm's will with a way of thinking that Grimm could not understand. It struggled even more violently.
However, neither the shock waves on the breastplate nor the cluster noise jamming device on the helmet were of any use. They were ignored by this Xenomorph that had almost no aura.
The Predators did not have a concept of power hierarchy like other social races. Only achievements could give them social status, and social status was an obscure division of ranks. The Predators valued collective glory and the courage to look death in the eye, and regarded it as their own glory.
Low-level Predators rarely came into contact with the outside world and compromised, so Grimm's communication of will was destined to end fruitlessly.
"Boom!"
At this moment, high up in the sky, the powerful long-range weapon in the hands of the falcon-masked Predator burst out a harpoon beam cannon. The degree of attack kept increasing in the air, and the further it was, the more powerful it was. From the initial 5,000 degrees, it was now close to 9,000 degrees in front of Grimm, and if the distance was enough, it could even increase further.
In the blink of an eye, Grimm grabbed the gray-masked Predator and appeared more than a hundred meters away. A violent rumbling sound was heard, followed by a violent storm that spread out.
However, the so-called violent tremors and violent storms were only relative to low-level creatures.
For an existence like Grimm, it was not worth mentioning.
Beep, beep, beep. The sound of the timer was the sound of an energy device rapidly gathering energy inside the Predator's armor. Under Grimm's Mask of Truth, it quickly turned from greenish-grey to pale red, as if it was about to explode.
This gave Grimm a huge shock. A repulsive wave threw him thousands of meters away.
Rumble!
There was another violent explosion, and dirt flew everywhere. Under the Mask of Truth, Grimm's face was stiff. He opened his hand, and the Predator with the falcon mask screamed in midair. It fell straight down towards Grimm, as if it was completely out of its control.
Xiu! Xiu! Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!
A few inconspicuous black spheres were thrown down by the Predator and appeared beside Grimm. With Grimm's Mask of Truth and the insight of the True Time's essential structure, he could almost instantly deduce that after these black spheres exploded, they would emit thousands of strong acid poison needles that radiated in all directions.
Although it would not have any effect on Grimm at all, it was still repelled by Grimm's repulsive force because of his combat instincts.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thousands of meters away, after a few bombs exploded, Grimm also held the falcon mask Predator in one hand.
"Respected Predator, can we talk?"
This time, Grimm's will actually carried a respectful tone. To be able to make a powerful being like Grimm treat a mere level-three creature like this, in the world of the Wizard Alliance, this Predator would almost have the glory to boast about for a lifetime.
However, the concept of creature ranks did not exist in the Predators.
In the Predator civilization system of the Predators, there was only the concept of their own social system, as well as powerful enemies and weak people. That was all.
The falcon mask Predator continued to struggle, not even paying attention to Grimm's will communication at all.
Gradually, sensing the Predators in the distance who were quickly gathering due to the energy fluctuations, Grimm's longing expression turned cold.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Grimm casually slapped the falcon mask Predator into beads of blood that filled the sky, and the twisted metal armour scattered on the ground.
He dared to ignore the kindness of a Magus, and the dignity of a Magus could not be violated!
Even though Grimm did not dare to release his true power due to the detection of the dominating lifeforms of the Predator civilization outside this Predator cage, but Grimm was too powerful. Even though it was a negligible trace of Grimm's power, a slight overflow was still an existence unimaginable to a level-three creature with individual strength.
At this moment, Grimm, as a pinnacle level-six Stigmata Sorcerer, represented the Sorcerer's Will!
Even if he had to compromise because of the special circumstances, Grimm would never do anything that would damage the dignity of the Sorcerer's Will. Although these Predators were also pursuing to maintain their own sense of glory and belonging to the Predator civilization, Grimm believed that he had reached the limit of his tolerance.
Since trying to communicate peacefully did not work, then he would be an enemy!
With a cold expression, Grimm left at the speed of real time, giving up on finding his way home through this civilization with a dangerous culture to find the world group where the Wizard Alliance was located.
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Grrr grrr.
In the crater of the volcano, the Balrog, who had swallowed a whole night's worth of blood rations, was now lying comfortably in the magma pool, snoring and digesting.
"Wake up."
A sudden, calm voice disturbed the Balrog's sleep.
After the Balrog opened his magma-covered eyelids, a blood food was standing in front of him. He thought it was a dream. After the Balrog rubbed his eyes, the blood food was still there, but he did not care. He instinctively reached out to grab it and stuffed it into his mouth.
Boom!
"Roar!"
Suddenly, this outstretched arm was shattered by an unknown force. The immense pain instantly caused the Balrog to let out an earth-shattering roar. The entire magma pool churned as the volcano erupted. In the distance, some of the Predators only glanced at the pillar of magma that shot straight into the sky, glowing bright red, and then paid it no more attention.
The Predator cage trial field was too big. Tens of thousands of adult Predators were holding a ceremony. It was unknown how many such powerful aliens there were, and it was not worth caring about.
Generally speaking, there were few Predators who tried to challenge these powerful beings, trying to directly skip the scarred Predator stage and become a Predator.
"Are you more clear-headed now?"
With a low, indifferent voice, the Balrog's arm had recovered a little with the help of the magma pool. At this moment, he could not help but stare at the strange life form that he could not sense any aura from.
It was neither a Predator, a Brood Queen, nor a Bizarro Master. So it was obviously some life form from some indigenous world like himself.
Such a powerful force was able to easily crush one of his arms. Why wasn't such a terrifying creature filtered out by those iron-blooded elders?!
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