Chapter 214: Alien Crisis, Encounter with the Predator
Young hunters from sixteen different tribes coated themselves in herbal paste to mask their scent. Some were sharpening the weapons needed for the hunt.
Meanwhile, the tribal shamans drew lots in order to assign hunting zones.
Unmarried young women in the tribe pointed and whispered about the hunters, secretly gossiping among themselves.
At the sound of a command—
All the hunters dashed off eagerly to their assigned zones.
As per the rules, the hunter who returned with the heaviest prey before sunset would be crowned Hunt King.
The natives found this novel competition format quite fascinating.
At the same time, the gathering turned into a makeshift market, where people bartered goods.
News arrived from the Sanctuary Camp: the sanctuary was nearing completion.
Once the human realm barrier was raised, it would signal the time for a full-scale counteroffensive.
Allen, however, was troubled—his mage class had been stuck at level 40. He was itching for a war to clear out monsters and level up.
By noon—
The lazy husky suddenly perked up and stared toward the forest.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
"You dumb dog, why are you barking instead of napping?"
Allen was cooling off in a hammock, with Hecelios coiled in the tree above, using his tail to fan a breeze.
"Damn, what a handsome bastard His Majesty is!"
Just then, a shaman came rushing over, breathless. "Something terrible's happened! The hunting party spotted demons lurking in the forest!"
"Demons?"
Allen flipped off the hammock, his expression turning serious. "Causing trouble on my turf? Clearly, they don't respect me."
He followed the shaman back to camp, where panicked natives had gathered around the returning hunters.
All sixteen teams had returned, but only half their members were still alive.
"Your Handsome Majesty, the forest is crawling with demons. They kill on sight—ruthless, terrifying... like they were born to murder. Some people got possessed!"
The hunting captain, lacking the vocabulary to fully describe the horror, could only stammer out bits and pieces.
Frankly, they were lucky to escape alive—felt like the gods had watched over them.
Though with the tribal gods dead, only the husky remained worthy of their prayers.
"Let me take a look."
If monsters were showing up, Allen was thrilled—he needed all the XP he could get to max out his mage class.
Once he hit the limit, he'd have the confidence to go wild. And if things went south, he could just teleport back to his original timeline.
"Shit—it's a facehugger!"
One of the hunters brought in was clutched by a crab-like skeletal creature clinging tightly to his head. Allen felt his scalp crawl.
"Everyone get back! He's pregnant!" Allen shouted.
Pregnant?
How could a grown man be pregnant!?
Naturally, the natives didn't believe Allen's nonsense.
But after checking repeatedly, Allen was certain—it was a facehugger. That iconic sci-fi predator species had very recognizable features.
Once a facehugger latched onto a host, it implanted an embryo that would mature and burst out of the chest.
In Allen's mind, parasitism was basically the same as pregnancy.
The appearance of a facehugger meant there were already countless Xenomorphs in the forest.
No wonder the hunters had screamed about demons—given how terrifying Xenomorphs were, even elite special forces might not survive.
Chances were, the aliens saw the hunters merely as hosts, not threats to be eliminated.
"This doesn't make sense. How are there Xenomorphs in the New Continent? Weren't they supposed to be in the underground pyramid in Antarctica?"
Allen was a nerd who'd seen all the movies, and even watched some... "in-depth analysis" videos of female Predators fighting elite soldiers.
His conclusion? He simply didn't get the Western aesthetic.
"Old man, are there any ancient ruins nearby?" Allen asked.
The shamans looked at each other, digging through their memories.
"Your Majestic Hotness, there's an ancient pyramid in the eastern basin. Legends say a demon is sealed inside, and people often go missing there."
Hearing this, Allen immediately realized—it had to be a Predator rite of passage.
Unless someone had activated the pyramid's mechanisms, the Xenomorph Queen would still be frozen and imprisoned.
Only Predator tech could remotely control the pyramid, which meant they had released the facehuggers to begin the hunt.
This kind of hunt happened every few decades. The time had come—Predator civilization had arrived.
"Man, this world just can't catch a break."
Dimensional invasions weren't enough—now Predators and Xenomorphs had joined the party.
But to Allen, they were all just XP fodder. He'd make sure none of them got out alive.
Crack—
The sharp sound of bones snapping drew all eyes to the hunter parasitized by the facehugger.
Splurt!
A moment later, his chest burst open from within. A pale, juvenile Xenomorph exploded out, screeching shrilly. Everyone stared, stunned and unsure what to do.
They had never witnessed anything like it, and couldn't begin to imagine how to respond.
A flash of cold light swept by.
The juvenile Xenomorph stopped screeching, its body severed cleanly in two. Pale yellow, half-coagulated alien blood dripped onto the hunter's corpse, sizzling with acidic smoke.
[Killed Juvenile Xenomorph, XP +100]
"Good thing the Tetanus Dagger is made of special material."
Allen examined the Redemption Blade, relieved to find it unharmed.
Xenomorph blood was far more corrosive than industrial-grade sulfuric acid—it could eat through standard Predator alloys. The natives' weapons wouldn't even scratch a mature Xenomorph.
Ah—
Another parasitized hunter suddenly had a chestburster tear out and dart toward the forest.
Allen didn't bother chasing it—his first priority was evacuating the natives.
If tens of thousands of them got parasitized, it'd be the birth of a full-blown Xenomorph army.
He gave a single order: evacuate to the Sanctuary.
With so many mages stationed there, building a protective barrier wouldn't be a problem.
That would allow him to deal with the Xenomorph threat in peace.
Seeing firsthand how dangerous the aliens were, the natives didn't dare linger. They gathered their families and made straight for the Sanctuary.
Allen personally ensured their safety and completed the evacuation before nightfall.
"Allen, didn't I already tell you not to bring people here?" Mage Walker frowned.
The Sanctuary was now packed three layers deep, causing serious disruption to the workers.
Allen simply took out the corpses of the facehugger and Xenomorph and said bluntly, "Old fart, I didn't do this on purpose. There are extraterrestrials in the forest. If we don't protect the people, who knows what kind of disaster it'll cause."
"This is…"
Walker carefully studied the strange creature corpses. He was certain—these weren't magical beasts, but entirely unknown species.
"Invasive species from beyond the stars!?"
Mages weren't ignorant old fools—they knew far more than ordinary people.
Some so-called gods in ancient civilizations were just alien species disguising themselves to enslave humans.
Naturally, native gods and human mages wouldn't tolerate these extraterrestrials running rampant.
Just like how the New Continent's natives didn't welcome the Eurapean invaders.
"What's your plan?" Walker asked.
The Sanctuary was almost finished—he couldn't afford to leave now.
"Simple…"
Allen decided to investigate the ruins himself, while the Sanctuary mages erected a barrier to guard against alien attacks.
…
He stepped into the forest under the cover of night, heading east.
First, he needed to locate the ruins. Then, he had to find the Alien Queen and stop the egg-laying at the source.
Facehuggers were already roaming the forest, parasitizing wild animals. With time, it would grow into a force even mages feared.
He recalled a movie scene: a pyramid civilization in Antarctica was wiped out because the Predators failed their hunt.
An endless tide of Xenomorphs overran the place, forcing the Predators to detonate a nuke from their wrist device to erase all traces.
"Allen, can't you just behave for once?"
Agatha carried Allen on her back through the forest, complaining, though the sweetness on her face betrayed her scolding—she herself didn't notice the shift in her expression.
"Bebe, I just wanted some alone time with you. You know me—King of Cobras can't be seen discussing romance in public."
Allen tugged playfully at Agatha's twin braids, eyes scanning their surroundings.
"Then why'd you bring Yao with us?"
Agatha glanced at the silent Gu Yi beside them.
"She's our third wheel—proof I'm not taking advantage of you."
Allen suddenly shifted tone and gasped. "Oh no! Were you the one who peeked at my chaste, noble body!? I knew you had ulterior motives!"
"Get lost! Walk on your own!"
Agatha dumped him off and sat on the ground in protest.
Ah—
The moment she touched down, she sprang back up like a spring.
"Bebe, I knew you couldn't bear to let me go."
Allen hugged her neck happily, still blowing warm air against her earlobe.
"I sat on something sharp—it hurts like hell! Yao, help me check!"
Gu Yi reached over and pulled out a sharp object embedded in Agatha's rear.
Allen stopped messing around and looked at the familiar metal spearhead. "There's a Predator nearby."
The U-shaped spearhead was a projectile from a Predator's spear.
Its presence meant Predators and Xenomorphs had already clashed here.
Agatha and Gu Yi could tell from the craftsmanship that this metal was beyond current human technology.
Agatha clutched her bleeding wound while scanning the area.
Allen handed the spearhead to the husky to sniff.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Head down, the dog followed the scent.
On the way, Allen used a priest skill to heal Agatha. His mage robe was soaked with blood, and he limped as he walked—downright unlucky.
Soon, the husky stopped at a tree.
A metal spear was lodged in the trunk.
Allen retrieved it and was delighted—it was practically weightless.
Predator-forged metals were extremely durable yet felt feather-light in hand.
Along the way, they found several animal corpses with signs of parasitism.
Clearly, the Xenomorph outbreak was reaching critical mass.
Yet strangely, despite walking for so long, they hadn't been ambushed.
Suddenly, a shadow flashed past.
Allen instinctively hurled the spear.
[Killed Xenomorph, XP +200]
He rushed to check.
Sure enough, a two-meter-tall Xenomorph had been pinned to a tree through the head.
Predator weapons were built to resist alien blood acid.
Allen yanked out the spear and tossed the corpse aside.
He continued toward his destination.
The top priority was to find the pyramid—not to hunt every alien in the forest.
If the Queen wasn't destroyed, she'd keep breeding more.
While normal Xenomorphs could eventually evolve into Queens without one, the process took time.
"Allen, why are you so set on reaching the pyramid?" Gu Yi asked in confusion.
"For the XP."
Allen answered seriously, "Xenomorphs center their behavior around the Queen. If she's threatened, they'll rush to defend her—classic 'strike the center, lure the reinforcements' tactic."
Xenomorphs were fast. Instead of hunting them down one by one, it made more sense to provoke the Queen and wipe them all out at once.
"How do you even know there's a Queen?" Agatha asked, still rubbing her sore backside.
Allen responded coolly, "Ever heard of a movie?"
"What's a movie?"
Allen often referenced bizarre things neither of them understood.
"You'll find out in a few hundred years."
Huh?
Allen stopped. In the grass nearby, he saw glowing green liquid.
He suddenly realized—it was Predator blood.
"Dumb dog, sniff it."
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
The husky took a sniff, then bolted in one direction—
The trio dashed through the dense forest, closely following the husky's lead.
Along the way, more and more of that glowing blood appeared—it had to belong to a heavily injured Yautja warrior.
If they could find a living Yautja, they could finally get the truth.
Given the technological advancement of Yautja civilization, their masks were equipped with translation functions.
The husky tracked the blood trail to a concealed mountain cave and barked non-stop at the entrance.
Allen held the others back from rushing in—there was no telling whether the Yautja had laid high-tech traps.
Suddenly, he lifted his leg—
Boom!
A tree was struck, and electric currents crackled across the body of a terrifying creature.
Allen's heightened senses tuned into the tiniest sounds around them.
He knew all too well that Yautja preferred cloaked ambushes. Unless one could overpower them head-on, they would never lower themselves to cooperate.
To a Yautja, inferior civilizations were nothing more than prey—only strength earned their respect.
The invisibility field briefly failed. With a flick of its wrist, the Yautja warrior extended its wrist blades and lunged in for the kill.
Its physical prowess was astounding—taking a direct kick from Allen and barely flinching. It quickly adjusted and countered. Its endurance was terrifying—comparable to Old Deng's eldest son.
Boom!
A whip-kick sent the Yautja flying again.
"Ah-da!"
Allen pressed the advantage, soaring forward and driving a flying kick straight into the Yautja's shoulder cannon—shattering it.
The Yautja's plasma caster had an auto-lock system. Defensive spells might've withstood one blast at most.
Crack!
Raaagh…
Allen twisted off the Yautja's wrist—the one bearing the wrist blades—and thrust a spear to its throat. "You've got guts, punk. Didn't know this world's under my protection?"
"Nn…no…didn't…know… kekekeke…"
Through the analysis function in its mask, the Yautja detected Allen's physical stats—dozens of times stronger than a normal human—and immediately dropped any thought of resistance.
The Yautja civilization, when selecting hunting grounds, typically avoided regions with signs of advanced civilization. They preferred hunting in primitive, underdeveloped areas—mainly to steer clear of powerful deities or creatures of immense power.
After all, magic was actually quite widespread throughout the universe.
And nearly every civilization had gods.