In truth, this whole string of attacks was utterly meaningless to Green.
And for Green, just understanding this civilization's basic combat capabilities was already enough.
Next came attempting deeper contact, probing the civilization's melody, and seeking possible paths to cooperation.
With a sharp "whoosh," Green slipped past all of this concealed Ironblood Warrior's attacks, suddenly appeared at its side, and clamped a hand around its neck, effortlessly lifting it up as if seizing a rat by the tail.
"If you want to live, then behave. I bear no malice."
Green projected his will toward this Ironblood Warrior with the gray mask, deliberately slowing his will fluctuations to show his desire to communicate.
"Mighty alien, you have already proven your Strength. Kill me, take my head, and you shall obtain supreme glory!"
Yet this Ironblood Warrior roared its will at Green with a thought pattern Green could not comprehend, only struggling even more violently.
