The Xenomorph Queen was more formidable than a Drone, but her massive body also limited her speed.
Against a target as easy as the Xenomorph Queen, there was no reason for Celtic's Shoulder Cannon to miss.
One blast hit her chest.
Another hit her head.
The two shots blew the Xenomorph Queen into several pieces, splattering acid blood across the ice like falling petals.
"Whoosh—." The wind sweeping over the ice began to howl.
"Ts, ts..." The faint sound of acid blood eating through the ice reached their ears.
At the edge of the battered Whaling Station, Chris and Celtic stood three meters apart, facing each other.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
But without a common threat to unite them, the atmosphere had grown complicated.
"Gah... gah..." Celtic made a few sounds and slowly raised his right hand toward his mask.
!
Seeing his opponent move first, Chris tightened his grip on the Samurai Edge, ready for a sudden attack.
But Celtic had no intention of fighting Chris. He merely reached up and disconnected the breathing tube and power cable attached to his mask, then removed it with both hands.
"Roar!" Celtic, his face grotesque, roared at Chris.
"..." Chris furrowed his brow, unsure what Celtic was trying to do.
Just then, Celtic selected the severed left hand of the Drone Xeno from among the many trophies hanging at his waist.
Then Celtic pointed the tip of his right index finger at the scar on his forehead, shaped like the character 丿ㄟ, signaling that he wanted to give Chris one too.
Chris understood what Celtic meant. After hesitating, he slid the Samurai Edge back into the holster on his right thigh and slowly walked to a spot in front of Celtic.
Celtic then used the still-wet acid