Pacific Rim Godzilla Beats Up Monsters

However, it was useless.

The facts were already set in stone. I had even bowed and apologized; what more did they want from me?

The host sat by the helicopter's open cabin door, strapped into a safety harness, leaning sideways to narrate to the thousands of viewers watching the screen:

"Dear audience, although the Crimson Thunder Blade is currently under the jurisdiction of the Celestial Dynasty, I'm sure you can all tell that its original form was none other than our Sakura Saber."

"And one of the two pilots of the Crimson Thunder Blade is our hero, Ms. Koizumi Junko. If not for the accident that occurred back then, Ms. Junko would surely still be piloting the Sakura Saber today..."

"Ahem, I've digressed. Dear viewers, please look: the Crimson Thunder Blade has already severed one of the incoming Serpent King Beast's fleshy wings, and followed up with a spinning slash that heavily damaged the Serpent King Beast's hind leg!"

"Beautiful! The Crimson Thunder Blade successfully drove the Sakura Saber into the inner side of the Serpent King Beast's hind leg—the Serpent King Beast has fallen!"

"Oh no, the Serpent King Beast has spat out a mouthful of venom! It dodged! The Crimson Thunder Blade dodged it; it is truly too agile!"

"Dear viewers, I have some heart-stirring news to share: the Crimson Thunder Blade has the potential to become one of the few Guardian God mechs in world history to slay a monster in its very first battle!"

"Wait! What is that?"

"The Crimson Thunder Blade dodged—so fast!"

Above the ocean, a beam-like bombardment arrived at the battlefield in an instant. The destructive breath directly eroded the body of the Serpent King Beast, melting a massive hole right through it!

At this extremely dangerous moment, the Crimson Thunder Blade leaped hard to the side, dodging it perfectly.

However, the Crimson Thunder Blade's first monster kill had been snatched away by an opportunist.

The Crimson Thunder Blade had been reduced to a laborer.

This was its first experience as a laborer, but it could be predicted that it would certainly not be the last.

050. My Range is Beyond Truth! 2

Watching the blue fluorescent breath fired from outside the large screen slam directly into the Serpent King Beast, melting a massive hole through its body and killing it instantly.

After a brief silence in the Command Center, Dr. Chen's voice rang out rapidly:

"That is Godzilla's breath! He must be nearby!"

"Yesterday, after Godzilla landed and circled the base, he left. He entered the sea thirty miles away in a coastal area and then vanished without a trace."

"He didn't appear during the night either. I didn't expect him to show up here now."

Dr. Chen analyzed calmly and observed intently, her brows furrowing involuntarily.

Oh my, the hypothesis has been invalidated.

She had initially concluded that the Beast King was nocturnal, resting during the day and active at night.

As it turned out, the creature had wandered to the edge of the base to sleep in the middle of the night, woken up at dawn to take a stroll, and then vanished into the ocean.

It had only reappeared now, in the middle of the day.

Isn't this sleep schedule a bit too irregular?

Dr. Chen naturally did not know that the Beast King had previously been nocturnal, appearing punctually every morning before dawn.

That was only because someone had been forced to act as a hero of the night during those quiet, dark hours.

Now that he had the means, he certainly wouldn't stay up all night wandering around looking for little monsters.

Besides, now that he could legitimately find a bunch of laborers for himself, the Beast King was practically drooling with delight.

The large screen, which had been focused on the Crimson Thunder Blade and the Serpent King Beast, was quickly zoomed out under control. Centering on the Serpent King Beast, it began to encompass the surrounding sea and environment.

As the altitude increased, the Crimson Thunder Blade and the fallen, dead Serpent King Beast became mere specks, yet the figure of the Beast King still did not appear.

Just as everyone began to suspect that Godzilla had fired a shot and left, diving back underwater, the large screen suddenly zoomed out significantly further. Finally, in the southeast direction, that proudly standing figure was discovered.

Only...

After a quick glance at the distance provided in the bottom right corner, the mood of the crowd was no longer so relaxed.

The data analyst wiped the sweat from his forehead and reported to Old Luo and the others:

"The Beast King has been found. It is to the southeast of the Serpent King Beast and the Crimson Thunder Blade, standing on the surface of the sea."

After focusing on Godzilla, the large screen quickly zoomed in, displaying the full image of the Beast King.

The Beast King was seen slowly closing its mouth, a wisp of high-heat smoke puffing out, looking exactly like it had just opened fire.

There was no doubt that the blue-glowing breath that had just struck and instantly killed the Serpent King Beast had come from the Beast King!

In fact, the two sides were old acquaintances, and everyone had a very clear understanding of the appearance of the Beast King's breath.

But at this moment, the significance was somewhat different.

Old Luo let out a breath and spoke slowly:

"What is the straight-line distance from the Beast King to the Serpent King Beast?"

The data analyst carefully examined the various data points presented, terrified of making a mistake:

"24.75 kilometers... approaching 25 kilometers!"

The corner of Old Luo's mouth twitched, and he nearly failed to hold back a string of profanities.

Back then, the numerous experts at the base had analyzed everything with great confidence, even citing a pile of mathematical models that Old Luo couldn't make heads or tails of.

He didn't understand the details they talked about, but he remembered the conclusion they provided very clearly.

At the time, those experts had sworn up and down that the breath range of Beast King Godzilla was 15 kilometers, and that beyond this distance, its power would rapidly decay.

So, what about now?

The reality was that, let alone 15 kilometers, Beast King Godzilla had pushed its range up by another ten kilometers to 25, and the power hadn't even decayed much—it had still blasted straight through the Serpent King Beast in one shot!

With power like that, you're telling me it decayed?

You told the base in your final report that beyond 15 kilometers, the mechs' outer armor could withstand it?

Go ahead and withstand one, let me see.

Old Luo took two deep breaths, barely managing to swallow the veteran's colorful insults, and said:

"This is actually a good thing."

"Since Beast King Godzilla's attack range is so vast, it will be even easier to achieve victory when dealing with those monsters!"

Afterward, Old Luo added:

"As for those experts who discussed the mathematical models of the Beast King's breath that day, report their involvement to the home country. I don't understand these academic matters, and I'm not sure if they were just pretending to know what they were talking about or if their judgment was simply flawed."

"In any case, the final outcome will be handled by the home country; I won't interfere."

"All other experts who didn't participate in that discussion will be assigned under Dr. Chen. Dr. Chen will make unified arrangements. Laymen will not interfere; we'll leave it to an expert like Dr. Chen to handle."

The Command Center fell silent for a moment, the atmosphere turning oppressive.

Old Luo's words were spoken lightly, and it seemed as though there was no punishment at all, with everything being left to the experts back home.

But in reality, this matter was no small thing.

If it turned out to be just a misjudgment, that would be one thing—though, of course, having a nearly twofold error after being so adamant about the results was quite absurd.

And it went even further than that, as no one dared to claim they knew the limits of the Beast King anymore.

For a misjudgment, there would be punishment, but nothing too severe; generally, it would just be a minor reprimand to serve as a lesson.

But if it turned out that there really was 'pretending to know what they were talking about'...

There would be nothing left to say. See you in Military Court.

This isn't Sakurajima; you can't just bow your way out of trouble here.

Dr. Chen raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected that just by coming to watch the spectacle, her authority would suddenly receive such a significant boost.

She shrugged indifferently, not caring in the slightest.

For those with true ability, matters of rank and authority were trivial.

What they cared about and were passionate about was what they truly valued, and Dr. Chen was exactly that kind of person.

After announcing the results, Old Luo fell silent and continued to watch the giant screen.

On the screen, the Beast King, having obliterated the Serpent King Beast with a single shot from an extreme distance, shifted its body as if stretching its limbs.

Then, it slowly sank downward, vanishing from everyone's sight once more.

Seeing this, Old Luo said with a hint of amusement:

"It seems the Beast King has just woken up. It probably sensed some movement from the monsters. It really does hate monsters with a passion."

The previously stagnant atmosphere in the Command Center eased up.

At this moment, Bai Qingxin patched in the internal communication from the mecha:

"General Luo, a transmission from Pilot Luo Bing."

After connecting, Old Luo laughed heartily:

"Little Bing, your performance in your first battle was perfect—far better than I was back in the day."

Old Luo had strong opinions about certain "experts" in the base, but he couldn't find a single fault with Luo Bing.

He had watched the entire battle process from start to finish. As a veteran pilot who had retired under normal circumstances, Old Luo was an expert among experts in this field.

He knew very well that if the Beast King hadn't intervened, the Crimson Thunder Blade would have secured its first monster kill achievement within a few more minutes!

At the time, the Crimson Thunder Blade had already inflicted multiple bleeding wounds on the Serpent King Beast and had even crippled one of its hind legs, cutting off any chance of the beast escaping.

If the battle had continued at that pace, as long as he maintained his performance, he could have exploited those small wounds to wear the Serpent King Beast to death in just a few more minutes!

Luo Bing's bitter laugh came through the comms:

"Uncle Luo, the Serpent King Beast wasn't killed by the Crimson Thunder Blade. How should this sortie's performance be recorded?"

Strictly speaking, there would be no issue with painting a Gold Stripe on the shoulder of the Crimson Thunder Blade.

But after a moment of thought, Old Luo said:

"Just paint a Silver Star on the shoulder when you get back."

Luo Bing sighed, his voice filled with the helplessness of having his kill stolen.

"I understand, Uncle Luo."

We Are Professionally Trained 3

"Sigh... alright."

Luo Bing sighed, helplessly accepting reality.

If he could, he would have liked to shamelessly fight for the Gold Stripe treatment for himself.

A mecha pilot's first sortie is divided into several tiers.

Setting aside collaborative combat, those who challenge a Kaiju one-on-one and lose—take Koizumi Junko, for example—receive one type of treatment.

Those who challenge a Kaiju one-on-one in their first battle and only manage to barely repel it receive another.

And those who pilot a mecha for the first time and kill a Kaiju receive yet another level of treatment.

It is something worth broadcasting to the entire world, becoming the focus of global public opinion for several days until replaced by the next headline.

Luo Bing had no interest in fame; the reason he wanted to improve his evaluation was to make his resume look more impressive.

Luo Bing did not have much interest in piloting the Ace Mecha that guarded the capital.

He was more inclined to apply to pilot the newly overhauled Crimson Typhoon!