Pokémon Invasion Marvel

The iron-blooded clan only recognizes the strong.

For a race that worships primitive hunting so much, when communicating with them, fists are more useful than words.

Emerson's painstaking efforts were not in vain. After the Iron-Blooded Elder stood up, he did not attack again, but stood quietly on the spot.

Years of hard work not only gave him a strong body, but also gave him wisdom far beyond that of his peers.

The moment he was knocked away, the Iron-Blooded Elder understood Emerson's intention.

An opponent who can easily suppress him will not make such elementary mistakes.

Fortunately for him, the hunter's calmness has been deeply rooted in his bones, and he can still remain calm at that time.

If he were a young Predator, he would have charged on by now.

"I know you can understand me.

I will take away a woman in a while, and the others will not interfere with you."

Emerson looked at him and stated his conditions. The winner has this qualification.

As for the Iron-Blooded Clan's spaceship, based on his understanding of the Iron-Blooded Clan, he probably wouldn't attack him.

"Hiss-hiss"

The iron-blooded elder made an incomprehensible sound of insects, then threw the spear in his hand towards Emerson, turned around and left without stopping.

"This thing can really understand you?"

Mad Dog also came over at this time, looked at the back of the Iron-Blooded Elder, and marveled.

"Don't underestimate them. Their technological level can surpass us."

Emerson stretched out his hand to catch the flying spear and jumped off the hunter's head.

"Can my elf do this?"

Mad Dog just casually sighed that he was not very interested in the Predator, but the actual combat ability of the elves interested him even more.

"Yes, as long as you train him carefully."

Emerson patted him on the shoulder and answered in the affirmative.

With a firm grip, the spear in his hand instantly shrunk into a short stick.

"Life money?"

"No, this is recognition."

"Do you need it?"

"unnecessary."

After saying that, Emerson threw the weapon to the mad dog.

The quality of Iron-blooded products is still very good.

"What to do next?"

Mad Dog was not polite and took it directly.

"Wait for Alyssa, then we should retreat."

"The purpose of this group of aliens is also the ruins."

At this time, Mad Dog also understood that even aliens would not easily come to such a barren land.

Their purpose is obvious, it can only be the ruins.

"remains?"

"Oh, for us, it can be called a ruin, but for others, it is a proving ground for their cubs."

Emerson laughed and revealed the truth that Mad Dog had never thought of.

"So, they built this?"

Looking back at the whaling station that had become silent, Mad Dog's tone was a bit inexplicable.

He has never come into contact with extraterrestrial creatures. The reason why he is so convinced is that his previous experiences have helped him a lot.

But it is impossible to say that it is as calm as water in my heart.

"Feel carefully, Alisa will come out soon."

By now, Emerson had already remembered Alyssa's identity, so he said he would take her away.

Mad Dog's attention was distracted by the Predator, so that he, who was always alert, did not notice any changes on the ground.

After Emerson's reminder, he immediately responded.

I don't know when it started, but the ice beneath my feet began to tremble slightly, as if some giant creature was trying to break through the ice.

Before he could react, an even bigger change happened.

The whaling station ahead began to collapse, and the houses that had stood on the ice for many years began to disintegrate and collapse.

Almost in the blink of an eye, only the scattered buildings on the edge of the entire whaling station remained.

The originally huge camp has turned into a huge pit.

"This is!"

Mad Dog turned to look at Emerson, hoping to get an answer.

He really couldn't figure out why Emerson could predict the situation, which shocked him greatly.

"Alyssa's appearance ceremony, isn't it amazing?"

Emerson knew his question, but did not answer him. Instead, he changed the topic to Alyssa.

"Alissa?"

Mad Dog knew that he would not miss the target, so he focused his attention on the edge of the pothole.

Soon, he spotted Alisa's figure on the edge of a building.

The heroic female guide now looks very embarrassed.

There is no companion beside her, only one Predator staying with her.

"Let's go, let's go there."

Emerson took Hunter back to the Poké Ball and planned to go to Alisa's location.

"They were all wiped out!"

Mad Dog followed and told what he had discovered.

"It's a normal thing. There are not only Predators down there. It's good luck that Alisa can come out."

"Anything else?"

Hearing Emerson say this, Mad Dog suddenly remembered.

There were three aliens that appeared just now, but now there is only one.

It was obvious that they would never come out.

If Emerson said so, those two Predators probably died at the hands of that unknown creature.

"Well, a natural killing machine, as you'll see soon."

Walking calmly, Emerson answered Mad Dog's question.

This time, the mad dog did not ask again. Instead, he moved forward while concentrating on looking ahead, waiting for the natural killing machine Emerson said to appear.

Maybe Mad Dog himself didn't even notice, but now he subconsciously believed in Emerson's words.

Emerson said he would appear in a moment, but he didn't have any doubts and just waited quietly.

Maybe one day, after Emerson's prediction is wrong, the mad dog will start to doubt.

But now, he has subconsciously believed in Emerson.

Emerson was not predicting, but he knew exactly what was going to happen next, after all, he had seen it with his own eyes.

The mad dog did not wait long, and soon he saw the killing machine Emerson mentioned.

It was a complete monster, not a humanoid creature like the Predator.

I don’t know whether a mad dog is intelligent or not, but its ferocity can be seen at a glance.

Mad Dog felt that the size of this creature was not even smaller than Emerson's Gyarados.

"What's this?"

Looking at the monster that was chasing Alyssa and the Predator, Mad Dog asked.

"Alien. The Predator's favorite prey.

This is the queen, the ordinary ones are not as big."

Emerson looked at the battle not far away with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

I think back then, he had collected alien figures and was considered a pseudo-enthusiast.

It's a pity that this kind of thing cannot be tamed, otherwise he would have thought of keeping one as a pet.