American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 110: Spaceship, Talisman, Method, Restock

The Demolitionist rubbed his hands, his fingers trembling slightly as he pressed the detonator switch.

"Boom!"

To the Demolitionist's fearful apprehension, the Pyramid shook violently. A rustling rain of rubble pattered down onto the ground.

The rubble fell like rain, but fortunately, it seemed the Ancient people hadn't cut corners when building this Pyramid.

Although the entire Pyramid shook violently, just as everyone's hearts were in their throats, it stubbornly held firm.

After the violent vibration, the Pyramid returned to calmness.

Following the explosion, a crack over two feet wide spread into a crack over a dozen meters long, extending all the way along the entire wall on one side of the Pyramid, revealing the silver-gray metal wall at the bottom.

"Dig it open!"

Charles Bishop Weyland waited for the aftershocks of the explosion to dissipate, then led a crowd of Mercenaries forward with entrenching shovels and crowbars.

They cleared the stone layer along the crack that had been blasted open.

Charles Bishop Weyland drove his exoskeleton suit to the wall. The over two-meter-tall exoskeleton suit, with its human bionic fingers metal prosthetic, gripped the stone seam with its wide metal palm and tore outwards.

With several tons of force, the giant stone seemed like it was made of paper, being torn open along the crack by him.

Over a dozen Mercenaries stepped forward, taking crowbars and entrenching shovels, and began prying and chiseling at the wall edge along the gap Charles Bishop Weyland had torn open.

Stone layers were pried off one by one... revealing a streamlined layer of silver-gray metal.

The entire Pyramid Room instantly became a scene of bustling activity, filled with flying dust.

A group of Mercenaries earning hundreds of thousands of US Dollars annually transformed into demolition maniacs, chiseling at the stone wall using crowbars and entrenching shovels.

Of course, the main force still relied on Charles Bishop Weyland's exoskeleton suit.

In less than an hour, two walls were completely dismantled, revealing the side wall of a silver-shuttle-shaped metal spaceship.

The silver-gray metal surface, viewed from the Outside, was a shuttle-shaped tail fin, with two sides exposed, forming a support structure.

Charles Bishop Weyland walked around the exposed corner of the spaceship, which was dozens of meters long. He circled it three times but still couldn't find the spaceship's Hatch.

"Bang!"

Charles Bishop Weyland clenched his fist. The five alloy fingers on the right fist of the exoskeleton suit also clenched together.

Bang! He smashed it hard with a fist. The thruster at the exoskeleton suit's elbow sprayed a pale blue spark. The huge impact directly slammed onto the spaceship's silver-gray metal outer layer.

A wave-like pattern rippled across the metal outer layer, just like the ripples caused by a giant stone hitting the water surface.

Crack crack! The five fingers of the exoskeleton metal fist opened and closed. Charles Bishop Weyland looked at the unchanged spaceship surface before him with a gloomy expression.

"Taber!"

The things he wanted were right in front of him, so Charles Bishop Weyland naturally wouldn't give up. He directly called over the Demolitionist, pointed at the part of the spaceship wedged into the wall, and said, "Blow it open! I want to see the spaceship's Hatch!"

"Mr. Weyland, judging by the size of this Spaceship, it might be supporting the entire Pyramid's Foundation. If we continue blasting, the entire Pyramid will collapse directly. You know we are 2000 feet under the Ice. If tens of thousands of tons of giant stone and ice layer fall down, we will all go to see God!"

The Demolitionist looked at the exposed surfaces of the two walls of the Spaceship and very solemnly presented his dissenting opinion to Charles Bishop Weyland.

"Then what good Method do you have?" Charles Bishop Weyland's tone carried impatience.

The Demolitionist spread his hands: "We can only rely on human force, chiseling these giant stones out little by little, and filling in support structures inside. This is a big project, requiring at least three months, or even longer!"

"No, I don't have that much Time!" Charles Bishop Weyland flatly rejected the Demolitionist's suggestion.

"All of you think of a Method! I didn't spend hundreds of thousands of US Dollars for you to come here and watch the show?!"

The Mercenaries looked at each other.

"A bunch of useless people! Jacob, do you have a Method in your witchcraft that can open this Spaceship?"

Charles Bishop Weyland cursed angrily, then turned to look at his Personal Bodyguard.

"BOSS! I can use Divine Art to turn this area of the Foundation into a soil layer, but as Taber said, if the Spaceship really sinks, I need to prioritize ensuring your safety!"

Jacob shook his head.

The helpless Charles Bishop Weyland turned his gaze to the other side.

"Tang, do you have a Method?"

The scene where Tang Song sliced off the Predator's head with a single strike just now had truly frightened Charles Bishop Weyland.

Was that mysterious white light some kind of high-technology weapon or a mysterious supernatural ability?

Could his exoskeleton suit withstand this white light?

His Cobra Mercenaries, whom he used to keep Tang Song in check, had somehow defected to Tang Song's command.

All of this made Charles Bishop Weyland feel a faint unease in his heart.

He even regretted it a little. If he had known that the danger level of this Pyramid wasn't as high as imagined, he wouldn't have asked West for help.

Now, if Tang Song really wanted to compete with him for this Spaceship, then...

Charles Bishop Weyland found that he couldn't imagine any means of counteraction for a moment.

On a thick iron chain that bound the Alien Queen, Tang Song stood on the Alien Queen's head with one foot. With True Essence infused, the force of several tons under his foot almost flattened the Alien Queen's head.

It could only desperately twist its head and spray green corrosive saliva towards Tang Song.

Viscous saliva, like a fountain, sprayed towards Tang Song's calf.

However, just before this thick corrosive liquid could touch within three feet of Tang Song, a pale green lotus petal suddenly bloomed in front of him.

A three-petaled pale green lotus flower, over two meters tall, enveloped Tang Song. His standing position was precisely in the center of the lotus platform.

Hiss hiss!

The Alien's saliva touched this layer of pale green, nearly transparent lotus petal and was immediately bounced away, landing on the iron chain Tang Song had walked on.

These iron chains immediately hissed and emitted white smoke as they were corroded.

Tang Song formed a hand seal with both hands. Streams of light formed at his fingertips. As True Essence condensed, it formed a beast pattern bird seal talisman.

The talisman was a foot-long, five-inch-wide talisman. Its body was covered in ancient beast patterns, and it faintly glowed with blood light. Tang Song directly struck it into the Alien Queen's head.

As this blood talisman entered the Alien Queen's body, its entire body began to shake violently as if electrocuted.

Beast Controlling Talisman, a talisman used by Jambudvīpa World Cultivators to hunt Demonic Beasts and tame Dao Soldiers.

Unlike the talisman he had struck into Xiao Hei's body, this kind of talisman was directly branded onto the Exotic Beast's soul, acting on the deepest, smallest particles of the physical body.

Using the most scientific method available today, the restrictive force of this talisman is directly branded onto the telomere of the DNA and can be passed down to the next generation through gene inheritance.

In the Jambudvīpa World, some ancient Daoist Sects often like to raise some naturally born rare species of Demonic Beasts to refine into Daoist Sect Dao Soldiers Attendants, or Buddhist Sect Protector Vajras.

The Great Divine Ability Users in these Daoist Sects and Buddhist Sects even specifically opened up several Small Worlds to raise these Exotic Beasts.

Their descendants are infinite; the offspring of these Exotic Beasts can always serve as Mountain Gate Protectors and loyal Dao Soldiers.

Feeling the electric-like vibration of the Alien Queen under his foot, Tang Song's expression was indifferent. The reason he used the Beast Controlling Talisman on this Alien Queen was because he was worried that the eggs laid by this Alien Queen, the Facehuggers that hatched, and the next generation of Aliens they parasitized would be uncontrollable.

If it really didn't work, it could only be used as weapon refining materials.

Tang Song examined the Alien's head under his foot, followed the head to its spine, and rubbed his chin.

The corpses and bones he had stockpiled in the Cultivation Cave, besides the batch refined into Skeleton Demons, should also be cleared out. He had refined a White Bone Banner last time, and there was still a lot left over.

Drawing out this spine bone would be a good material to use as a banner pole.

The Alien Queen's body suddenly trembled. As the ultimate hunter cultivated by the Engineer, it immediately sensed the killing Qi emanating from Tang Song.

Trembling, its resistance gradually weakened. Soon, a blood talisman transformed into countless light spots and was branded onto its entire body.

Hiss hiss! The Alien Queen stretched its head to look at Tang Song. In the depths of its cold, emotionless eyes, two illusory figures flickered, vaguely resembling Boss Tang.

......

"You want to enter the Inside of this Spaceship!"

Facing Charles Bishop Weyland's question, Tang Song waved his Cane, tapping the silver-gray metal wall.

The silver-gray metal wall seemed to have sound-absorbing material. Tang Song's Cane tapping on the wall was like a stone sinking into the Ocean, making no sound.

"The best Method is your Demolitionist's idea, to chisel it out little by little, and then use a crane to move the whole thing onto the island!"

"Deciphering the Spaceship has a certain technical barrier. This is a big project, requiring at least one to two years!"

"Tang, I don't have that much Time. You should know that the detection satellites above Antarctica are as numerous as the hairs on a cow. Once detected by the detection satellites of other Organizations, my lifework will be wasted!"

Charles Bishop Weyland's hoarse voice carried urgency.

A complete Alien Spaceship, its importance being able to trigger a Third World War is, of course, an exaggeration.

But some major countries and Organizations wouldn't mind starting a small-scale local conflict in Antarctica for it.

The technological content of an Alien Spaceship is enough to raise a country's technological level by several decades.

In the face of profit, even if the Sacred Shield Brotherhood stepped in, it's estimated they wouldn't be able to control the situation. Wakanda is a cautionary tale.

"Tang, do you have a Method!?"

Hiss! The exoskeleton suit's face mask sprayed a white vapor. The face mask separated from the exoskeleton suit's helmet, revealing Charles Bishop Weyland's tired, wrinkled old face.

"I don't have a Method to take this Spaceship away, but entering the Ship Cabin Inside shouldn't be difficult!"

Tang Song waved his Cane. The beast head of the Cane, with the two Sword Pellets decorating the eyes, flew out with a clatter.

The two Sword Pellets swallowed and flickered in mid-air, transforming into two dazzling white lights.

Hiss hiss, the two white lights circled the iron chains binding the Alien Queen. Clang, the two iron chains, as thick as arms, were immediately cut in half.

Clang, one side of the metal coffin trapping the Alien Queen lost its support structure and heavily smashed onto the Ground.

The entire Ground was smashed into a large pit by the metal coffin. Hearing the hissing sound from the pit, several Mercenaries who were close by took two steps back.

Fortunately, the iron coffin seemed to be of good quality. In the Deep Pit, only the Alien's roars were heard; it wasn't seen crawling out, clearly still trapped in the iron coffin.

"Tang?"

Charles Bishop Weyland looked at Tang Song with some confusion, clearly not understanding his intention.

"Are you planning to use your white light to split open this Spaceship?"

"Mr. Weyland, this Alien Spaceship can perform Interstellar Travel and has experienced various space radiation and harsh environments in the Universe that we cannot imagine.

What do you think of its hardness? Not to mention this outer protective shield, do you think this Spaceship has a defense system? If it's automatically activated after being attacked, the danger is no less than the Pyramid collapsing!"

Tang Song denied Charles Bishop Weyland's idea.

This old-fashioned Billionaire was extremely anxious but didn't dare to get angry at Boss Tang like he did with his Subordinate Mercenaries.

He could only look eagerly, waiting for Boss Tang to state his Method.

"There are two more Aliens in the upper Room. Find them and kill them!"

Tang Song directly struck his Cane, giving orders on behalf of Charles Bishop Weyland.

Jacob glanced at his own Boss. After getting a nod of permission from Charles Bishop Weyland, he directly called out to the crowd of Mercenaries, planning to go into the Pyramid to clear out the two hiding Xenomorph Runners.

......

Hiss! Hiss hiss! Two white lights crisscrossed in the Deep Pit, listening to the screams coming from the Alien Queen in the Deep Pit.

Charles Bishop Weyland felt a wave of irritation. He drove his exoskeleton suit, moving his heavy metal prosthetic, and restlessly paced back and forth around the Spaceship's hull, trying to find a portal to enter the Spaceship.

Tang Song stood in the smoke-filled Deep Pit created by the metal coffin, watching the two Sword Pellets effortlessly cut through the metal plates that had trapped the Alien Queen.

The Alien Queen swung its tail in the Deep Pit, extending its head full of sharp teeth towards him.

As Tang Song pressed his palm down, the Alien Queen obediently lay on the Ground, curling up its claws and tail.

"Tang, what Method do you have?"

After searching for several rounds and still not finding any portal, Charles Bishop Weyland completely lost his composure and walked up to Tang Song, asking.

Tang Song opened his hand and scattered a handful of red pellets into the Deep Pit. The Alien Queen suddenly leaped up, flexibly swung its head, and swept away all the blood pellets.

Hiss hiss!

After swallowing the blood pellets, the Alien Queen wagged its tail towards Boss Tang, feeling satisfied.

Its tail with spikes whipped against the broken metal plates that had held it, making a clanging sound.

Hearing the strange sound from the Deep Pit, Charles Bishop Weyland instinctively took two steps back.

"Mr. Weyland, don't worry. This is just a guess of mine. I can't guarantee success. The prerequisite is that your people can clear out those two Xenomorph Runners!"

Two Sword Pellets flew out of the Deep Pit and landed in Tang Song's palm. He casually embedded them back into the eye sockets of the beast head. The beast's eyes immediately shot out two beams of silver light.

Charles Bishop Weyland looked at the Cane in Tang Song's hand with fear and said, "I believe Jacob and the others won't disappoint me!"

"That would be for the best," Tang Song smiled. "Oh, right, in the upper Room, I heard Mr. Charles mention the Engineer. What is that? An Alien? Is it related to this Spaceship?"

Charles Bishop Weyland looked at Tang Song's smiling face and sighed inwardly. His hand inside the exoskeleton suit quietly moved to a red button.

"The Engineer, these are some clues I found exploring several Ancient Ruins. They are a humanoid Alien Race, white giants three to four meters tall.

Many murals left in ancient ruins show that they came to Earth four to five hundred thousand years ago, when humanity had not yet appeared.

Some ruins also indicate that they seem to be the ancestors of a certain branch of humanity..."

"Ancestors of Humanity?" Tang Song curled his lip noncommittally, clearly not agreeing with this view.

Perhaps in a purely sci-fi world, this view would be worth investigating. But in this mixed American Comics world, an Alien Race that appeared out of nowhere dares to call itself the ancestor of humanity?

Were they getting arrogant, or were the Celestials unable to lift their knives anymore?

"Whether they are the ancestors of humanity is not important. What is important is that they created the Alien. Their genetic modulation technology can completely restore the genetic telomere of the human body to its initial state! Cough cough..."

Charles Bishop Weyland couldn't help but cough. Using the sound of the cough, he pressed the red button on the exoskeleton suit's palm.

A colorless, odorless neuro-anesthetic gas was quietly released from the air vents at the exoskeleton suit's rear ankle.

"You know what this means, Tang!"

Charles Bishop Weyland's voice, muffled through the face mask, was mixed with uncontrollable excitement.

"Returning to youth. According to the number of cell telomere divisions, humanity can live another 120 years."

"This isn't achieved by transforming into non-human beings through those dirty magic creatures like Vampires and Werewolves. This is the future of humanity, Tang!"

"As long as we can enter the Spaceship's Inside and find the gene modulation cabin, Weyland Industries will become the greatest enterprise in this world!"

"Join us, Tang! The world belongs to us!"

Listening to Charles Bishop Weyland's passionate speech, comparable to a fervent rant, Tang Song remained calm, stroking his Cane, using True Essence and Supreme White Lung Qi to nourish the Sword Pellets, and teasing the Alien Queen.

"Mr. Charles, you said, after all these Aliens are dead, the Trial ends. Does this Trial Ground close, or does it restock?"

Charles Bishop Weyland, who was lost in his imagined glorious enterprise, was stunned by Tang Song's question!

(end of chapter)