In truth, this string of attacks meant nothing to Green.
It was enough for Green to learn the fundamental combat capabilities of this civilization's race.
Next came an attempt at deeper contact—to understand the civilization's rhythm and seek a possible way to cooperate.
With a sharp whoosh, Green evaded every attack from the concealed Ironblood warrior and suddenly appeared at its side. One hand seized its neck and effortlessly lifted it up, like grabbing a mouse by the tail.
"If you want to live, behave yourself. I mean no harm."
Green communicated through will to the gray-masked Ironblood warrior, slowing his will fluctuations as much as possible to display his desire to communicate.
"Powerful alien, you have proven your strength. Kill me! Take my head, and you shall gain supreme glory!"
Yet the Ironblood warrior roared back at Green through a thought process he could not understand, struggling even more fiercely instead.
Neither the shockwaves from its breastplate nor the concentrated noise interference device on its helmet had any effect. Both were ignored by this alien creature that seemed almost devoid of life.
Ironblood warriors had never possessed a concept of power ranks like other social races. Only battle achievements could earn social status, and social status was their covert division of rank. Ironblood warriors valued collective honor and the courage to face death, regarding both as their own glory.
Lower-ranking Ironblood warriors rarely had examples of contacting or compromising with the outside world. Thus, Green's attempt at communication through will was destined to end without result.
Bang!
At that moment, the high-powered long-range weapon in the hands of the falcon-masked Ironblood warrior above unleashed a harpoon beam cannon. Its attack rating continuously increased in midair; the farther it traveled, the greater its power became. It had begun at five