Not only on this carrier, but fierce battles were also erupting within other boarded warships in the vicinity.
No, rather than battles, it was more like the Carcharodons unilaterally crushing the Predators.
Furthermore, the bombs installed by the Carcharodons detonated on schedule, further damaging the internal structure of the warships and making the environment even more complex.
Three hundred Carcharodons tied up seven Predator warships, forcing them to cease fire and preventing them from continuing to attack the retreating Alliance Warships.
Even the engine propulsion systems began to shut down due to the Carcharodons' sabotage, forcing the massive warships to a halt.
This halt immediately disrupted the previously neat and uniform formation of the Predator Fleet.
The Predators on other warships only now understood what was happening on their allied vessels.
But before their surprised selves could send reinforcements...
In the distance, the Alliance Warships had already swiftly reformed their formation and launched an active assault.
The chaotic opportunity created by the Carcharodons could not be wasted.
The Alliance Warships changed from their defensive formation to a dispersed guerrilla formation.
MAC cannons and missiles were continuously fired, focusing on attacking the Predator ships that were attempting to send reinforcements to the boarded warships.
This further exacerbated the confusion within the Predator Fleet.
For a time, the Predators were unable to organize a counterattack.
Moreover, with one carrier boarded and its destructive laser cannon destroyed by the Carcharodons, the Predator Fleet's threat to the Alliance Fleet had significantly decreased.
Space carriers released a large number of space fighters, beginning to besiege the other two Predator carriers.
This battle had transformed from a defensive and offensive engagement into a chaotic melee.
And the ones taking the beating had become the Predators.
All of this was thanks to those three hundred Carcharodons .
Of course, part of the reason the Carcharodons achieved such gratifying results was the Predators' lack of understanding of them.
If they had known the danger of the Carcharodons beforehand, the Predators would not have allowed those seemingly small but actually extremely lethal boarding craft to approach them.
But there are no do-overs in war; the Predators could only swallow the bitter fruit of their own carelessness.
On the bridge of the carrier boarded by Tyberos.
"Elder! We must evacuate! The enemies are about to break through our last line of defense!"
The captain of the Elder's personal guard was trying to persuade his Elder.
Although in the eyes of the Predators, fleeing, especially a humiliating retreat like this, was an unforgivable act of cowardice and a stain on the overall image of the Tribe.
But the personal guard didn't care about any of that; their highest mission was to use all means to protect the Elder's safety.
"No! Send all warriors and hunters on the ship over there! We must kill those enemies!"
The Elder roared furiously, having lost the composure a normal Elder should possess.
It wasn't surprising he was like this; let alone their Tribe, even the entire Predator Civilization had never fought a war like this.
Once this matter spread...
"The proud Solitary Tribe was boarded by enemies on their own ship and couldn't even fight back."
Such a humiliation would definitely spread rapidly among other Tribes, bringing shame to the entire Tribe.
This was why the Elder was so angry; at this moment, he wished he could personally arm himself and go fight those Gray-Armored Giants.
Of course, his personal guard stopped their Elder's crazy actions.
It should be known that, even now, not a single Gray-Armored Giant had been killed.
Those Gray-Armored Giants, who looked like humans from Earth but were larger and had physical attributes stronger than even the most experienced Predator hunters, who had honed their skills for hundreds of years, were simply the most terrifying opponents the Predators had ever faced.
The members of the personal guard had no doubt that their old and frail Elder would be torn to shreds by a Gray-Armored Giant in a single encounter.
The captain of the personal guard said in a deep voice.
"Elder! The ship has fallen! Your life is the Tribe's most precious asset."
The Elder was about to retort that he had not failed.
But the next second, outside the previously closed bridge door, a fierce exchange of fire erupted.
A member of the personal guard rushed to the nearest monitoring equipment and found that the guards outside were continuously firing.
"It's those Gray-Armored Giants!"
The captain said loudly.
"Prepare for battle!"
The Carcharodons' assault speed was simply too fast; the personal guard captain had originally planned to forcibly bind his Elder to the evacuation ship.
But now, that plan was clearly impossible to achieve.
Outside the bridge, the sound of gunfire was rapidly dying down.
The guards had already been torn to shreds by the Carcharodons.
Fluorescent blood was splattered everywhere in the corridor.
A Terminator skillfully installed a melta bomb on the closed door, then stepped aside and pressed the detonator button.
The flashing melta instantly melted through several meters of thick alloy door.
The Terminators were about to pass through the scorching hole and officially enter the bridge.
Dozens of Plasma shots roared in.
Their power was far greater than that of the previous Predator guards.
Clearly, with the entire ship practically fallen, collateral damage to the ship's interior was no longer a concern for the Predators.
They now had only one choice: to make their final stand with the honor of being Predators.
The moment they saw the Plasma, the Terminators judged the power of the attack and chose to dodge sideways.
Several Terminators holding storm shields stepped forward and set up their shields.
Despite the continuous Plasma bombardment, barely any marks were left on the sturdy storm shields.
The other Terminators pulled out a dozen assorted bombs and threw them into the bridge.
Fragmentation grenades, gas grenades, promethium incendiary grenades, and even stasis grenades issued by the Universal Union, were all thrown in at once.
The Carcharodons were not a chapter that cared about the etiquette of war; whatever means could most efficiently clear out xenos enemies, they would use without hesitation.
The various bombs exploded, and sure enough, the Plasma that had been continuously firing had stopped.
chapter master Tyberos directly charged into the bridge, leading the way.
The next second, several Plasma shots came from the smoke and dust, firing at Tyberos.
At the same time, several Predators who had been ambushing for a long time emerged from various corners, brandishing their weapons and attacking Tyberos.
Of course, these attacks could naturally not harm Tyberos.
A few swings of his lightning claws, and all the Predators were already torn to shreds.
Other Terminators also stepped into the bridge, their Bolters continuously firing, efficiently clearing out the surviving Predators.
As for Tyberos, he personally charged towards where the enemies were most numerous.
The Predator Elder was being protected by his personal guard.
Small Plasma bursts, containing terrifying energy, continuously fired, attempting to stop Tyberos, who in the eyes of the Predators, resembled a grey, blood-soaked demon.
However, most of these attacks were frozen in mid-air by Tyberos's vortex shield, dissolving without a trace.
For the few Plasma shots that bypassed the shield from tricky angles, Tyberos didn't waste time dodging.
These attacks, hitting the ancient relic-grade terminator armor, merely caused a section of the armor to show faint signs of melting.
Just like the title "the crimson path."
Facing alien enemies, a full-strength Tyberos, with just one small charge, crushed over twenty Predators into fragments.
The Predators' unique fluorescent blood splattered everywhere.
The Predators, skilled in close-quarters hunting, were mere lambs to the slaughter before Tyberos in his terminator armor, lacking even the chance to swing their weapons in retaliation.
Amidst the roaring Bolter fire of the other Terminator elites, Tyberos crushed the last Predator on the bridge with his chainfist.
Only the Elder, who was protected by layers of guards, remained.
Tyberos's orders were to capture him alive.
The Elder, who had lived for over a thousand years, immediately realized the Maneaters' intentions.
His pride, unwilling to bring shame upon his Tribe, instantly made him prepare to activate the self-destruct bomb on his arm.
But, before he could press the button...
The next second, a stun grenade and stasis energy hit the Elder.
Under the dual effects of gravity warp and stasis energy, the Elder was instantly fixed in place, almost unable to move.
His agile speed, which could once hunt aliens, was now like that of a snail.
Tyberos skillfully broke the Elder's limbs, completely severing his ability to move.
At the same time, good news came through the communication channel.
While Tyberos personally led the Terminator elites to assault the bridge, the battle in other parts of the mothership was also nearing its end.
Although the Predator mothership was several kilometers long, it did not prohibit artificial intelligence like the Imperium of Man, so the actual number of crew members was not large, only a few thousand.
If those insect species responsible for machine maintenance were excluded, the true combat-ready Predators numbered less than a thousand.
Under the rapid slaughter of nearly a hundred Maneaters, these Predators had been completely wiped out.
Fluorescent blood splattered throughout every cabin and corridor.
"Plant bombs, destroy all systems, begin evacuation."
Tyberos tossed the Elder in his hand to another Terminator like a rag, while simultaneously giving orders to the Maneaters on the mothership.
Because this boarding battle ended so quickly, the space battle outside was still ongoing.
The current battlefield situation was still very chaotic.
Tyberos needed to prioritize bringing the captured Elder to a safe place.
The Maneaters began skillfully placing time bombs at various critical locations on the mothership, then withdrew to the boarding craft and began to evacuate.
Due to the intensity of the space battle, the other Predator Warships naturally had no energy to manage these small boarding craft, allowing them to leave.
As the bombs on the mothership were detonated, after a brief flash of towering flames, various facilities and areas on the entire Predator mothership were utterly destroyed.
The four-kilometer-long mothership thus became a drifting piece of space debris.
Under Tyberos's command, a boarding craft carrying a dozen Maneaters and the captured Elder began to retreat towards friendly ships in the rear.
The remaining Maneaters continued to launch boarding operations against other surrounding Predator Warships.
Until this war was completely over, the Maneaters would not stop their killing spree.
"The Maneaters' boarding tactics have been very successful; seven Predator Warships, including a mothership, have already lost their combat capability."
In the channel, a Commander was reporting to Isaac.
"Adding to that, our Fleet has also sunk a mothership and several Warships; we have completely gained a numerical advantage. If the Predators have no further support, we will soon be able to annihilate them completely."
Under the skillful control of the Commander and captains, every Alliance Warship maximized its flexibility, continuously wearing down the Predator Warships.
One Predator Warship after another was pierced, caught fire, then lost power, silently drifting in space.
The remaining oxygen inside the hull continued to fuel its burning.
"What about our casualties?"
—
Isaac frowned.
Even with the Alliance Fleet holding many advantages in a space battle of this magnitude, casualties were inevitable.
The Commander on the other end of the communication was silent for a moment, then said:
"Three Unyielding-class Heavy Frigates were sunk, four were heavily damaged and withdrew from the battlefield.
Most of the other frigates sustained some degree of damage.
As for the space carriers, due to their greater distance, only one was pierced by a laser cannon and is undergoing emergency repairs."
Hearing these reports, Isaac took a deep breath.
"What are the personnel casualty figures?"
"Unable to provide clear statistics at the moment, but it is estimated to be no less than four digits."
Although the number of Predator deaths was higher, for the Universal Union, this casualty count was already quite severe.
War is like this; once it truly ignites, casualties are inevitable.
"Settle all the wounded, prioritize their treatment."
Isaac said.
"I will request more medical support from other worlds."
"Yes!"
As the communication was temporarily closed, Isaac rubbed his head and walked out of the room.
He was still on the ground at the time, in the temporary base established by the Universal Union in the town.
Outside the base, professional diplomats from various countries were crowded at this moment.
However, these people were all forcefully blocked outside by the soldiers.
After soldiers in CMC armor broke the arms of several intruders, no one dared to break into the base again.
These people came here so urgently, naturally, to establish contact with the Universal Union.
However, until the governments on this Earth unified, the Universal Union would not engage with them again.
At this moment, some major countries with their own satellites were observing the fierce battle between the Universal Union and the Predator Fleet in space via satellite.
This sudden war had far exceeded their imagination.
It could be said that any one of these factions could easily destroy Earth.
Major powers naturally would not actively share such important intelligence with smaller countries that lacked satellites.
However, to promote political unification, the Universal Union still actively broadcast real-time footage of the space battle around its base.
This was another reason why those diplomats refused to leave.
This would make all countries realize the power of the Universal Union and actively complete the unification process.
The space battle lasted for several hours.
The Predator Fleet had completely collapsed under the assault of the Carcharodons' boarding parties and the Alliance Fleet.
Three of the original four large motherships had been completely destroyed.
Three-quarters of their warships were sunk.
If it were an ordinary civilization or race, they would have long since routed and fled after suffering such immense casualties.
But the Tribe pride of the Predators and their dedication to battle still drove them to fight to the end.
the Universal Union Commander and Captains chose to grant these Predators their final dignity.
Under the bombardment of numerous MAC cannons and tactical nuclear warheads, all Predators still stubbornly resisting were annihilated into ash.
This fierce space battle had completely ended.
The Predator warships were almost entirely wiped out.
the Universal Union, however, paid the price of nearly half its warships damaged and a quarter of its warships sunk.
Massive burning wreckage of warships, Predator bodies, and some unfortunate Alliance crew members' bodies were drifting in space.
Before being completely annihilated, the last Elder and a dozen final survivors boarded a small spacecraft, entered superluminal speed, and fled towards outside the Solar System.
the Universal Union warships did not choose to pursue, but rather let them go.
Firstly, it was inconvenient to pursue, and secondly, there was no need to pursue.
The Predator Tribe, having suffered such severe casualties, would inevitably reassemble all its forces to launch a retaliatory counterattack against the Solar System and the Universal Union.
When that time came, they would just fight another battle; there was no need to proactively attack and waste the home-field advantage.
At the same time, this could also deter other Predator Tribes.
After the war completely ended.
the Universal Union warships began to clear the battlefield.
More medical personnel, reinforced through the world gate, began to aid the injured.
Engineers, meanwhile, were repairing the damaged warships and beginning to study the salvaged, broken Predator warships.
"This Predator Tribe, called the 'Lonely Tribe,' should not attack us again in a short period. We need to use this time to accelerate the progress of our mission in this World."
During the post-war meeting.
Isaac said to everyone in the channel.
As Isaac said, due to the special 'Tribe system,' the various Predator Tribes actually rarely communicate with each other, and their relationships are not particularly good.
There are even Tribes composed of 'Bad Bloods,' which are Predators exiled by various Tribes, specializing in cruelly slaughtering all living beings, including other Predators.
Therefore, it would take a considerable amount of time for the 'Lonely Tribe' to reassemble a force even stronger than before to launch a retaliatory attack against the Universal Union.
the Universal Union had two missions in this World.
One was to get the Predators to join the Universal Union, becoming another alien member after the Na'vi.
The second was to study the collected Alien and Facehugger samples, to see if these creatures could be cultivated into sufficiently obedient living biological weapons.
The BOWs previously used by the Universal Union, such as Tyrants and Pursuers, were indeed powerful on the front lines and could fill the gap between regular infantry and armored units.
However, these two types of units also had shortcomings: they could not perform infiltration and assassination missions.
And the Alien was clearly an expert in this area.
For the Predators, the Universal Union used a double strategy of carrot and stick.
Striking the 'Lonely Tribe' to demonstrate its power to other Tribes.
And also telling other Tribes that the Universal Union had many formidable enemies in other Worlds, and by joining the Universal Union, the Predators' hunting desires could be satisfied to the greatest extent.
This plan was now a little over halfway complete.
As for the other mission concerning the Alien, it was not Isaac's responsibility.
Beside him stood a blond man in a suit and sunglasses, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.
It was Wesker.
Before this, Wesker had been responsible for the Avatar World, screening qualified Na'vi soldiers for the Universal Union, and helping the humans of the Avatar World establish dome cities on Pandora.
Now, after seven or eight years, the work on Pandora was almost complete.
Studying the Alien was Wesker's new mission.
Besides himself, Wesker also brought a group of top BOW research experts and some Tech-Priests.
These were all exceptionally talented individuals.
"We need a research site, and enough research material."
After the post-war meeting, Wesker said to Isaac.
"I will have the engineers prioritize your needs, but this will take time."
Isaac said.
"But as for research material, it's everywhere here, isn't it?"
Inside this base, many Alien corpses collected by Alliance Soldiers from various parts of the town were piled up.
Most were not very intact, after all, the Carcharodons' fighting style was simply too brutal.
"I need live material."
Wesker frowned.
Dead Aliens were not worth much research; only living Aliens were the best research material.
"Don't worry."
Isaac said calmly.
"The Carcharodons left no survivors; the original thousands of Aliens here were basically torn to shreds.
Only our regular soldiers managed to capture some Aliens alive in the outskirts of the town and are bringing them here."
"What about that Predalien?"
Wesker pressed, as he had only recently arrived in this World and did not yet know that the Predalien had been crushed by Tyberos, leaving no complete corpse.
"Do you think that Predalien could have survived in front of Tyberos?"
Isaac simply showed Wesker the combat footage of Tyberos at the time.
"Such good research material, wasted just like that."
Wesker's expression was displeased.
However, he couldn't say much; he knew the hatred the Carcharodons harbored for the enemies of the Alien.
It was already quite good that some Aliens survived in the town.
Actually, Wesker was initially very interested in Space Marines, these superhumans created by the Emperor.
He had repeatedly applied to Marcus, hoping to conduct research on the Carcharodons .
This, of course, was not approved. Marcus feared that this guy would be directly torn apart by Tyberos.
Left with no choice, Wesker could only settle for the next best thing: studying the Alien, this 'perfect organic creature.'
"Our fleet also captured some Predators alive and collected many bodies. If you have enough energy, you can also study these guys incidentally."
Isaac mentioned.
Wesker reluctantly nodded in agreement.
Under the rapid operation of fully automated construction robots, a robust laboratory was quickly built.
A large number of high-precision instruments were also unloaded from the transport spaceship and installed one by one inside.
Due to the dangerous nature of the "Alien" species, this laboratory was equipped with the most advanced security measures.
Tactical Robots, Tyrants, Pursuers, fully armed Alliance Soldiers—
Not to mention an Alien, even if a powerful tyranids Executioner arrived, it would never escape.
As for the personnel responsible for close-range research, each one possessed extraordinary skills.
Wesker, of course, goes without saying; he had been enhanced by the progenitor virus, making his physical attributes considerably higher than those of Aliens and Predators, not to mention his powerful Psionics, honed over a long period.
Even the most ordinary researchers had been enhanced by mind power crystals, so self-preservation in front of an Alien was not an issue.
Moreover, after acquiring Psionics, everyone's cognitive abilities and multitasking capabilities underwent a qualitative improvement.
This is also why the Universal Union was able to comprehend and replicate scientific technologies from various worlds and different factions in less than a decade.
In addition, the Tech-Priests, who were equally curious about Aliens and Predators, were even more significant.
They were so lean that Aliens and Facehuggers would weep at the sight of them.
Their modified bodies, hidden beneath red robes, possessed physical attributes no less than those of a Space Marine.
At this very moment, a still-intact Alien corpse lay on the dissection table in front of Wesker, who had changed into a lab coat.
This was quite rare, as Carcharodons rarely left such complete corpses when hunting.
Wesker, silent, continuously dissected the Alien corpse before him with surgical instruments forged from special corrosion-resistant alloy.
The black carapaces, originally tightly connected to the body tissue, were easily peeled off piece by piece under Wesker's immense strength.
As the dissection proceeded, other researchers beside him recorded their findings.
The body structure of the Alien, a creature of unique design, was quickly revealed to everyone.
"The Alien's muscle group structure is very unique; although it appears slender and delicate, it can unleash extremely powerful force."
Wesker first dissected the Alien's limb areas, revealing an extremely unique muscle distribution beneath the black carapace.
"Perhaps we can study this and, with the aid of Precursors' biotechnology, create implantable artificial muscles."
Wesker immediately thought of a way to maximize the utilization of this Alien characteristic.
The researchers nearby recorded this idea and also began to consider its feasibility.
Wesker slowly peeled off every muscle of the Alien, placing them in special containers for subsequent research materials.
He then proceeded to dissect the Alien's main body in more detail, from top to bottom.
First was the Alien's smooth, elongated skull that grew backward.
After separating the carapace, the Alien's complex brain tissue was exposed.
The Alien's brain was covered with complex grooves and was considerably larger than a human's.
"This should be the reason why Aliens possess superb hunting skills and tactical experience."
Wesker said, slowly enveloping the brain tissue with Psionics, removing it from the cranial opening, and suspending it in mid-air.
"This brain is the top priority of our research. Perhaps we can find the secret behind how Predaliens and Alien Queens can command other ordinary Aliens."
Next, the Alien's complex mouth, capable of ejecting an inner jaw that can destroy steel, its sturdy body encased with various complex organs and tissues, and its tail, distributed with bone blades and an extremely sharp tip capable of piercing prey—
All were dissected by Wesker, one by one.
Finally, Wesker said, taking off his gloves,
"With such a complex body structure, showing traces of artificial design everywhere, the Alien is definitely not a species that evolved naturally."
"But according to the data, the 'Engineers' species should not exist in this world, nor should the synthetic human David who created the Aliens."
One of the researchers beside him said.
Before this, Marcus had provided them with some information about the origin of Aliens, but also stated that this information came from another world, completely different from this one.
Wesker glanced at the other person and shook his head.
"That is not a problem we need to concern ourselves with right now. As long as the civilization that created the Aliens does not appear, we will treat it as non-existent.
Our primary task now is to figure out how to perfectly control Aliens."
Unlike Tyrants, which are biogenetically cultivated, genetically programmed, implanted with software, and secured by the triple insurance of a [Psychic Contract], making them absolutely safe BOWs,
Aliens, despite their aesthetically pleasing and perfect structure, retain a considerable degree of wildness.
"Perhaps we don't need to control every single Alien; we just need to cultivate another Predalien or Alien Queen, and then find a way to control that single individual?"
A researcher proposed his idea.
"Controlling one individual is always much simpler than controlling an entire species."
Wesker nodded, incorporating this idea into the research topic.
After assigning various research tasks,
As Wesker exited the laboratory, he coincidentally met several Tech-Priests emerging from another laboratory nearby.
Their red robes bore numerous traces of corrosion from Alien blood.
Considering the loud commotion from next door just now, and the faint roars of Aliens,
It was clear that these Tech-Priests had not chosen to start with corpses, but had instead directly dissected living Aliens and conducted research on them from the beginning.
Wesker himself had no particular feelings about these few Tech-Priests in the Universal Union, only considering them as colleagues with whom he could cooperate.
So he stepped forward and began to discuss several plans for controlling Aliens with the Tech-Priests.
After stating his side's intention to first cultivate a special type of Alien that could control other Aliens, the Tech-Priests felt that this method indeed had some merit.
However, some also pointed out,
"This method carries the risk of losing control. Once that special Alien loses control, it will directly lead to all Aliens collectively losing control, which is too great a risk."
For the Tech-Priests, who were accustomed to rational thinking and could control every Adeptus Mechanicus Guard, routinely playing real-time strategy games, the flaws in this method were still too significant.
"Oh? Then what methods do you have?"
Wesker asked curiously.
The Tech-Priests did not hide anything.
They directly opened the door of the adjacent laboratory and led Wesker inside.
The laboratories of the Tech-Priests were completely different from Wesker's lab.
Complex, unknown machines were placed everywhere, and the lighting wasn't very bright.
Several Servitors responsible for auxiliary work stood in the corner of the room.
Originally, these Servitors should have been Servitors.
But after witnessing quantum computers that were faster than Cogitators and automated robots that were more precise than Servitors in other worlds without Warp influence, the Tech-Priests automatically reduced their use of Servitors and almost stopped creating new ones.
The Adeptus Mechanicus was always pragmatic; they used whatever worked best.
Wesker's gaze was instantly drawn to the Alien lying motionless but alive on the operating table in the center of the lab.
It was an Alien that had completely transformed, with various thick tubes wrapped around its body, its brain exposed, and a special mechanical device embedded within it.
"We directly implanted a mechanical control device into this Alien, connecting to every single one of its nerves," a Tech-Priest said proudly.
"This way, we can directly control every movement of the Alien through the device, and also issue simple commands for it to execute independently.
And if there's any risk of it losing control, this mechanical control device will self-destruct, with enough power to completely destroy an Alien, even annihilating its acidic blood with high temperatures to avoid friendly fire."
It could only be said that this indeed had the rough style of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
The Tech-Priest manipulated the equipment on his body, causing the Alien, which had been lying on the operating table, to suddenly stand up and perform a series of movements with slight stiffness.
Soon, as the operation became more skilled, these movements became faster and faster, quickly returning to normal levels.
"Wouldn't this be too troublesome? It would be difficult to widely distribute to troops for use," Wesker frowned, noticing the flaw in this method.
Even experienced Tech-Priests who frequently controlled the Skitarii needed some time to adapt to controlling the Alien.
It would be even harder for ordinary soldiers.
"That's not a problem; we just need to spend some time simplifying the operating system later," the Tech-Priest recalled a form of entertainment he had seen on the internet in other worlds.
"soldiers only need to 'play a game' to easily control these Aliens with implanted devices for special missions."
At this, even Wesker had to admit that when it came to elaborate tricks, these Tech-Priests knew how to play.
However, there was no conflict between Wesker's team's method of controlling special Aliens to control all Aliens and the Tech-Priests' method of controlling each Alien via mechanical devices.
Both could be advanced simultaneously.
After a while more of discussion, Wesker left the laboratory.
He had just received another mission.
A mission related to the Predator Elder captured by the Alliance Fleet.
A small transport spacecraft descended from the sky, slowly stopping on the ground.
The hatch opened, and a squad of Carcharodons stepped out of the cabin.
Between them, the Predator Elder was bound by heavy shackles.
At this moment, the Elder had already woken up.
Feeling the pain of all his limbs being broken, and the humiliation of all his equipment being stripped clean.
The Elder was extremely resentful.
His mandibles constantly closed, emitting an irritating roar.
The Carcharodons didn't understand what this guy was saying, nor did they care.
They just silently continued to walk forward.
Inside the base, Isaac quickly came out to meet the Carcharodons and formally took custody of the Predator Elder.
The Carcharodons, having completed their escort mission, did not withdraw but returned to another area specially built for them.
After the previous boarding action in space, the Carcharodons needed a period of rest for the Tech-Sergeant to repair their damaged weapons and equipment.
Watching the Carcharodons depart, Isaac immediately had someone lead the Predator Elder into a building.
Not only the Elder, but another Predator was also imprisoned here; it was Lone Wolf, who Tyberos had also left alive.
Isaac had the Elder confined in the cell next to Lone Wolf's and arranged for heavy guards.
"Elder! How are you here!?" Lone Wolf, who had been imprisoned here, showed a look of astonishment on his ugly face when he saw the Elder, who was as helpless as a dead dog, just like himself.
Lone Wolf was merely an elite hunter in the Tribe, far removed from the Elder class.
He recognized this Elder, while the Elder only had a slight impression of Lone Wolf.
"Our war fleet was defeated." The Elder didn't explain much, but Lone Wolf instantly understood everything.
He couldn't believe that the Tribe's powerful war fleet would be defeated; just how strong was this unknown civilization!?
"Those Gray-Armored Giants actively boarded my mothership; our kin couldn't resist them," the Elder said, looking at Lone Wolf.
He noticed that, like himself, all of Lone Wolf's equipment had been stripped clean.
"Another Elder successfully evacuated; the Tribe will soon send an even more powerful war fleet to completely eliminate these guys who have no sense of hunting honor!"
Outside the prison, the Universal Union soldiers at Binhai Port did not prevent the Elder and Lone Wolf from communicating.
Because there was no need.
These two guys would soon be converted into their own people.
A few minutes later, Wesker walked in.
He also brought another person, Krauser, who had received a Dominant Plaga implant.
And two Improved Plaga Parasites.
The soldiers opened the door, dragged out the completely incapacitated Lone Wolf first, and forcefully pried open Lone Wolf's mandibles, opening his mouth.
The Improved Plaga Parasite, which had grown to embryo size, was implanted into Lone Wolf's body.
And began to rapidly absorb nutrients and grow.
The spreading tentacles began to precisely connect to every nerve in Lone Wolf's brain.
Just like the devices the Adeptus Mechanicus used to control their Skitarii and Aliens, the Las Plagas Parasite could also control the host organism.
This was a biological miracle created by researchers represented by Wesker over a long period of time.
The parasitized Lone Wolf began to convulse; the Las Plagas Parasite was rapidly taking over his body.
His robust body, capable of fighting Aliens, was useless when facing an internal invasion.
Soon, Lone Wolf stood up crookedly, and his previously broken limbs returned to normal.
"The parasitism was successful; this guy has been connected to the parasite neural network, and I can access his memories," Krauser closed his eyes, feeling the neural network created by the Dominant Plaga Parasite within him.
"Then parasitize this Elder as well; we need more intelligence about the Predators," Wesker waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to proceed.
Amidst the Elder's terrified gaze and angry roars.
The embryo of the Improved Plaga Parasite was also implanted into his body.
For the Predators, this was undoubtedly a great blasphemy.
It was an act even more blasphemous than Alien parasitism leading to the birth of a Predalien.
"You wait, my Tribe will bring destruction upon you!" the Elder roared in anger before his consciousness was completely taken over by the parasite.
Unfortunately, only Krauser understood what he was saying.
The Las Plagas Parasite infection of the two Predators went smoothly.
Krauser could now directly browse memory fragments from the Elder and the Lone Wolf's minds.
From these, he obtained valuable, further information and data about the Predators.
The Lone Wolf's memories were mostly about his long life of hunting, with nothing particularly noteworthy.
The truly important memories belonged to the Elder, who held a high status in the Tribe.
The Elder had lived for over a thousand years, and his vast memories certainly couldn't be browsed by Krauser in a short amount of time.
"I need some time to organize his memories completely," Krauser told Wesker.
"As soon as possible," the latter replied curtly.
"As for these two, you'd best keep them with you and away from the Maneaters."
Krauser nodded and then left the building with the Elder and the Lone Wolf.
Wesker, however, was in no hurry to leave. Instead, he had another captured Predator, who had just survived the space battle, brought out and taken to his laboratory.
the Universal Union's attitude towards the Predators was starkly different from its previous attitude towards the Na'vi.
After all, the Na'vi were, strictly speaking, the invaded party, so the Universal Union's attitude was naturally quite favorable.
The Predators, as an interstellar civilization, often treated humans and other intelligent species as prey and tools for Alien reproduction.
Before the Predators joined the Universal Union, the Universal Union certainly wouldn't be as lenient with them as they were with the Na'vi.
The Predator roared, muttering something unintelligible.
Wesker waved his hand, and Psionics enveloped and bound the Predator's mouth, preventing him from making any sound.
Entering the laboratory and securing the Predator to the operating table, Wesker retrieved a frozen Facehugger from a special container nearby.
How special Aliens like the Alien Queen were born was still unknown, and the Universal Union needed to explore it slowly.
However, the birth method of the Predalien, which could also incubate Alien embryos and command other Aliens, was simple and clear.
It only required one Facehugger and one Predator.
Upon seeing the Facehugger, the restrained Predator began to struggle violently.
He knew that this mad human intended to commit some blasphemous act against him,
reducing him to a breeding ground for Alien parasitism.
Watching the constantly thrashing Predator, Wesker frowned slightly. Stronger Psionics was instantly released, forcing the Predator to calm down.
The next step was simple: the Facehugger, sensing a high-quality host nearby, quickly thawed and awakened.
However, its first target was not the Predator, but Wesker, whose life energy was stronger.
This was normal; Wesker, enhanced by the progenitor virus and possessing Psionics, was indeed a more superior host than an ordinary Predator.
With a slight kick, the Facehugger, crawling on the floor, was precisely kicked by Wesker onto the Predator's face. Since the face was a viable and equally good host, the Facehugger stopped moving erratically.
Its firm, strong tentacles wrapped around the Predator's neck, forcing his mouth open.
A special anesthetic gas was released, causing the Predator to fall into a coma.
The ovipositor was inserted into his mouth, and an Alien embryo was successfully implanted.
Having completed its mission, the Facehugger's body quickly stiffened and dropped to the floor.
The Alien embryo was rapidly drawing nutrients from the Predator's body to grow.
Within a few hours, a new Predalien would be born into the world.
Bringing over a high-power X-ray instrument, researchers could clearly see the entire process of the Alien embryo's growth.
Wesker, meanwhile, was fiddling with a special mechanical device borrowed from the Tech-Priests next door, capable of controlling Aliens.
Due to the strong acid in Alien blood, existing Las Plagas Parasites could not yet parasitize Aliens.
It would take some time to cultivate Las Plagas Parasites that were immune to strong acid.
Therefore, for now, Wesker could only use this complex mechanical device.
A few hours later, the Alien embryo had fully formed, taking on the shape and size of a juvenile Predalien.
"Everyone stand back, don't get hurt," Wesker said.
The Psionics strength of other researchers was not high enough to guarantee absolute safety when facing a juvenile Predalien.
Under everyone's gaze, the Alien inside the Predator began to stir, about to burst forth.
The Predator, whose chest was bulging, awoke due to the intense pain.
In despair, he knew this was a sign that the Alien within him was about to hatch.
Wesker and the researchers beside him watched this scene indifferently.
When the Predators used humans as prey, cultivated ancient humans, and used them as tools for Alien reproduction for their own hunts, they should have realized that humans also have the right to fight back.
Amidst painful roars, the Predator's chest was pierced.
Bathed in fluorescent blood, the Predalien burst forth, emitting its first shriek.
Leaping from the corpse of the now-dead Predator, the Predalien, following its biological instincts, began to seek out dark corners for rapid growth.
But this specially designed laboratory naturally offered no possibility for the Predalien to escape.
The researchers observed every move of the Predalien with great interest, recording each one.
Wesker stepped forward and used Psionics to lift the struggling Predalien.
Although still in its juvenile stage, the Predalien, a fusion of Predator and Alien genes, was still exceptionally fierce.
If it were an ordinary person without hot weapons, they would indeed be ambushed by the Predalien and become fodder for its growth.
After a brief, careful observation, Wesker casually tossed the Predalien into an adjacent room made of special glass.
Inside, a large amount of flesh and blood was piled up, all providing nutrition for the Predalien's rapid growth.
The Predalien did not rush to eat. Instead, it glanced at the circle of Alliance researchers gathered outside the glass room and let out a threatening hiss.
Only then did it begin to feast.
It's unknown what special structure the Predalien's digestive system possesses, but the small-bodied Predalien could continuously consume flesh and blood far heavier than its own weight, efficiently converting it into nutrients for growth.
Soon, having devoured almost all the flesh and blood and grown several times in size, the Predalien slowly moved to a corner of the glass room.
Its body secreted a special black substance that quickly condensed into a cocoon, enveloping the Predalien.
Within this cocoon, the Predalien would undergo its crucial true growth period, transforming into an adult Alien.
Through the transparent instruments, the researchers could clearly see the Predalien, wrapped in a cocoon, rapidly melting into a puddle of liquid and beginning to reorganize.
It was like those insects with complete metamorphosis in nature.
Only it was much more complex and much faster.
This further confirmed that the Xenomorph species was a creature artificially designed by some civilization.
As the black cocoon continuously expanded, the Predalien within it was also constantly being reshaped.
Soon, the general body structure of the adult Predalien was formed, and the remaining biomass liquid continuously filled this structure.
In just a few hours, the adult Predalien had fully grown.
Its size was more than twenty times larger than when it first burst from the chest.
A slit opened in the center of the black cocoon, and foul, sticky liquid continuously dripped out.
The Predalien silently slid out of the slit and onto the ground.
The stealth ability etched into its genetic instinct was fully revealed at this moment.
After reaching adulthood, the Predalien's intelligence made a qualitative leap, even surpassing that of ordinary humans.
It quickly understood that it was currently trapped, and the Universal Union researchers outside wanted to study and control it.
After letting out an angry hiss, the Predalien began to look for a way to escape from the sturdy glass room.
No matter how hard the Predalien slapped or how forcefully its claws lashed out, it couldn't shake the seemingly fragile layer of glass.
Realizing this was futile, the Predalien quickly lay dormant, silently staying in the corner of the glass room.
All the researchers knew that this didn't mean the Predalien had given up on escaping.
On the contrary, this cunning Predalien was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the researchers to reveal a weakness when they tried to study it, so it could seize the chance to unleash a slaughter and escape.
"According to the plan, let's first test this Predalien's combat effectiveness," Wesker said calmly.
As his voice fell, the entire laboratory slowly began to descend.
Below the laboratory, a huge space, half the size of a football field, had already been excavated by construction robots.
Most of the laboratory's structure was altered by the construction robots, and the glass room was moved to a distant location.
The construction robots surrounded the glass room and began to construct complex terrains according to pre-programmed instructions.
From real grass, bushes, and forests to multi-story dilapidated ruins, the scene of actual combat was simulated as much as possible.
Finally, a total of three fully armed Tactical Robots entered this test area from a hidden passage nearby.
Although these Tactical Robots, with their limited intelligence, were considered cannon fodder units in the Universal Union's combat hierarchy,
in reality, the robustly defended and heavily armed Tactical Robots were enough to single-handedly contend with a dozen modern soldiers without heavy anti-armor firepower.
When three Tactical Robots cooperated, they were even more deadly killing machines.
And now, these three Tactical Robots were the best tools to test the adult Predalien.
"Release it, let the test begin," Wesker's voice rang out, and a researcher pressed the release button.
The tightly closed glass room suddenly opened.
The Predalien, which had been in a dormant state, as if asleep, quickly fled into the surrounding dense bushes.
The three Tactical Robots activated their kill program and began to hunt for the Predalien, which was hiding somewhere unknown.
The researchers sitting in the laboratory did not lose track of the Predalien.
Numerous cameras and sensors placed in various hidden locations could clearly display the Predalien's position.
The Tactical Robots activated their radar and began scanning the surrounding area, attempting to locate the Predalien.
At this moment, the Predalien was lurking in a bush not far from the Tactical Robots, observing the three Tactical Robots.
The Predalien naturally had no interest in these metal frames that had no flesh and blood and could not be parasitized for reproduction; it only wanted to quickly find a way to escape.
"The black chitin carapace of the Predalien is composed of very special components, making it difficult for the low-power radar carried by the Tactical Robots to scan it," the researchers discussed the various characteristics of the Predalien.
"Ordinary Xenomorphs do not have this characteristic; this should be the result of the fusion of Xenomorph genes and Predator genes."
"This won't do; the Predalien shows no signs of active attack."
After some thought, the researchers proactively exposed the Predalien's location to the three Tactical Robots.
Instantly, terrifying long-range firepower covered the Predalien's position.
Dense, large-caliber machine gun fire flattened all obstacles in its path.
Although the Predalien reacted in time and fled its original position, it was still grazed by a few bullets.
Acidic blood continuously flowed out, corroding the ground.
It was precisely because of these small wounds that the originally flawless Predalien carapace, which could block low-power radar scans, could no longer function as before.
The Tactical Robots could now precisely locate the Predalien.
With continuous long-range firepower, the Predalien could only flee in a panic for a while.
But it was also in this life-and-death battle that the inherent hunting and stealth skills deep within the Predalien's genes were being rapidly mastered.
The Predalien hid in a cluster of ruined buildings in the center of the test site, using the complex terrain to weaken the Tactical Robots' radar scanning capabilities.
The Tactical Robots, with their pursuit program triggered, advanced towards the building ruins, wanting to find the hidden Predalien.
The two sides thus engaged in a small hunting game.
In the laboratory, the researchers clearly watched all of this.
"As expected of a Xenomorph, it can find a way to counterattack so quickly," one researcher exclaimed.
"And essentially, the Predalien's most important ability is to reproduce and control ordinary Xenomorphs; combat ability is secondary."
"Can we really control this monster?" another person asked, slightly worried.
"The Adeptus Mechanicus's device works on ordinary Xenomorphs, but we don't know if it can control a Predalien."
However, most people didn't pay much attention.
"If we can't control it, we'll just destroy it. The worst-case scenario is to directly adopt the method proposed by the Tech-Priests to control each individual ordinary Xenomorph."
The discussion ended, and the researchers refocused their attention on the test site.
The Predalien had already taken action, using the complex terrain of the building ruins to quietly circle behind the Tactical Robots, preparing to launch a surprise attack.