Pacific Rim Godzilla Beats Up Monsters

In the battle against the Mountain Steel, Crimson Typhoon was severely damaged and completely destroyed, though a small portion of its arm components remained.

It was because of these remaining parts that the new model, rebuilt through a major overhaul, continued to carry the name Crimson Typhoon.

This name accompanied many events from the early to mid-Kaiju era. While it boasted a long list of combat achievements, it also carried countless memories.

Many people did not want this name to be completely shattered along with the battle of the Mountain Steel.

Thus, the title was preserved, and it had always been on the mind of Luo Bing.

Even though Luo Bing was a transmigrator, he could still feel the original owner's special attachment to Crimson Typhoon within those overflowing memories.

This had become a sort of emotional and psychological knot.

Luo Bing wanted to fulfill this wish for the original owner.

Old Luo understood Luo Bing's thoughts to some extent.

He said softly:

"Little Bing, you don't need to worry. Although it isn't a Gold Stripe, I will report your performance, and I won't let anyone misunderstand."

"Your responsibilities will match your strength. If you want to pilot the Crimson Typhoon that your parents once owned..."

Old Luo's voice paused, as if he had thought of some concerns.

Then, he spoke again:

"In short, don't worry. Your abilities cannot be fully utilized by the Crimson Thunder Blade, and I will apply to the country on your behalf."

Although it was only an initial battle, Luo Bing's abilities had already been demonstrated.

Given the current performance of the Crimson Thunder Blade, this talent was being wasted.

Even if, due to certain circumstances, the application for the overhauled Crimson Typhoon could not be approved, Old Luo would still consider applying for a mech with superior performance data for Luo Bing.

Luo Bing deserved to bring his talent to a stronger mech; that was Old Luo's current line of thinking.

"I understand. Thank you, Uncle Luo."

After closing the communication, Luo Bing took off his helmet and remained silent for a long time.

Without the helmet, it was impossible to achieve a deep neural connection with the mech or unleash its full capabilities.

However, one could still perform simple operations; basic movements like moving forward, retreating, or lifting a leg were not a problem.

Now that the Kaiju had been eliminated, one could remove the helmet once its death was confirmed to let the brain decompress.

Noticing that Luo Bing's mood seemed a bit low, Junko, who was nearby, comforted him softly:

"Luo Jun, if your parents could see your performance today, they would definitely be very happy."

"You have now completely grown into the towering, heroic brother that Xiao Yun always envisioned."

Luo Bing smiled:

"Although that was a bit of a clumsy compliment, I still have to thank you, Junko."

Luo Bing then noticed that Junko's expression seemed a bit off, so he took the initiative to ask:

"Junko, the look on your face tells me you have something on your mind. What are you thinking about?"

Junko nodded gently; she didn't want to hide anything from Luo Bing:

"Luo Jun, you were the one piloting the entire time while slaying the Serpent King Beast. I was just there tagging along... I feel like I should tell General Luo about this so he knows the true extent of your capabilities."

"It doesn't feel right for me to share the credit with you when I clearly didn't do anything."

Luo Bing hurriedly shook his head, then looked at Junko with a sincere gaze:

"Junko, don't look down on your own efforts. If you hadn't reported the key data of the Crimson Thunder Blade to me, there is no way I could have precisely controlled the status of the mech from top to bottom."

"Therefore, today's victory is the result of our combined efforts. Don't say things like that again!"

"This... I, I understand, Luo Jun."

"Mm, Wulei is here. Let's see what Wange and the others have to say."

Due to the involvement of the Beast King Godzilla, by the time Wulei arrived, all that could be seen was the corpse of the Serpent King Beast with a massive hole pierced through it.

When Lin Wange and Lin Changge arrived, there was nothing left to do; they could have easily considered heading back the way they came.

However, they certainly couldn't just leave like that.

"Not bad performance. Changge has kept a close eye on your simulation scores, and every time I see them, they're perfect... Of course, I'm not jealous at all."

Lin Wange teased Luo Bing over the internal pilot channel:

"After all, I'm someone who gets perfect scores often too, so there's nothing to be proud of."

Lin Changge, who was habitually silent, spoke up at this moment to expose her older sister:

"You only get perfect scores occasionally. From what I understand, Luo Bing gets perfect scores on most of his exams, with only the occasional minor slip-up."

Lin Wange rolled her eyes:

"Yes, yes, yes, your big sister is indeed not the type to get perfect scores often. But your grades aren't even as good as mine, even though you wake up early to study every day while I'm still sleeping with my teddy bear."

When it came to making people angry, Lin Wange was second to none.

Junko's voice interjected into the conversation, sounding somewhat delicate:

"Does Pilot Changge usually pay this much attention to Luo Jun?"

Lin Changge's voice came from the other side of the channel, as cold and detached as ever:

"I merely pay attention to excellent people because I wish to become even more excellent myself."

Just as the four pilots deployed were chatting beside the carcass of the Serpent King Beast on the beach, a hurried figure burst through the gates of the Command Center.

The intruder was also an Observer.

Their responsibility was to review satellite data from the Pacific Ocean region.

Useful information was reported upward, while useless data was saved to a disk and left to gather dust in the archives.

Much of the intelligence on monsters had originally been derived from the satellite imagery provided by these Observers, which was then used for analysis.

Old Luo was in the middle of directing some operations when he saw the intruder's panicked expression. His heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

Everyone in the base had undergone professional training.

Unless something truly catastrophic had occurred, they would not be in such a state of panic.

"General Luo!"

"Shangang!"

"Shangang! He has appeared!"

052. King of Monsters—Shangang Reappears!

Whether or not Shangang was dead had been a question for a long time.

Many people had argued about it endlessly.

According to statistics, in that battle, although Shangang had destroyed four mechs and heavily damaged one while fighting five at once, she hadn't come out of it unscathed.

Based on detailed records from various sources afterward, Shangang had sustained 197 minor scratches and 32 deep wounds caused by the mechs during that fight.

Both of her front limbs and both of her hind limbs showed clear signs of lacerations, with only the two middle legs remaining relatively intact.

As for her internal organs, at least a hundred tons of irregular visceral matter had been torn out. Because everything was in a state of putrefaction, it was impossible to distinguish which organs they had once been.

Furthermore, throughout the prolonged death match, Shangang's poisonous blood flowed continuously. By a rough final estimate, at least several hundred tons of toxic blood had been spilled!

After this massive amount of poisonous blood spread, it thoroughly contaminated the land of Malaysia, turning it into a complete wasteland.

Although Shangang fled into the ocean after the battle, appearing to have been repelled, many experts speculated that with such severe injuries, it was unlikely she could have survived. It was simply unknown where she had died.

In the years that followed, no traces of Shangang were ever found, and so the belief that she had perished gradually became the consensus.

Even though this King of Monsters was thought to be dead, the disaster and suffering she brought remained for the survivors to bear.

It was also because of Shangang that the idea that the King of Monsters was invincible gradually became an international consensus.

But now, Shangang's reappearance had slapped everyone in the face.

She was still alive, kicking, and on this sunny day, she had once again landed on the soil of Malaysia!

She had stepped foot back onto the very nation she had destroyed!

The observer struggled to maintain composure as he detailed the discovery of Shangang to Old Luo.

This was actually a very routine matter, something that happened quite often.

Observers would spot a monster, compile the video footage, and perform a preliminary assessment before handing it over to the data and analysis teams, who would then finalize the monster's stats and threat level.

But when the monster discovered was Shangang—who had disappeared years ago after being heavily wounded and never seen since—the significance was entirely different.

The sacrifices had been immense, and in the end, Malaysia had been contaminated by toxic blood in a pyrrhic victory; the nation had not been saved.

And yet, Shangang hadn't died?

"Shangang was discovered on the coast of Malaysia..."

The observer's voice trembled slightly as he said:

"We were monitoring the sea conditions as usual, and when the satellite lens swept over Malaysia, we spotted a large figure on the shore. We guessed it was a monster."

"As it turned out... after zooming in, we discovered it was Shangang!"

"This King of Monsters was just lying on the beach, seemingly sunbathing, motionless."

The footage from the observation room had already been transmitted.

On the large screen, a giant monster could be seen lingering by the seaside.

It was a creature that looked roughly like a toad, though much leaner. Its abdomen possessed six predatory claws, and its back was covered in a dense, swarming mass of flesh bumps that would make anyone with trypophobia scream.

These bumps store massive amounts of venom, making them the perfect tools for contaminating the environment and attacking enemies.

Shangang's head is bizarre, resembling a patchwork monkey with two fangs. With its robust forelimbs, it can even stand semi-erect and mimic the movements of a gorilla.

What is worth noting is that although Shangang looks listless while lying on the beach, apart from a few scars, she has completely recovered.

The injuries she sustained during the Malaya National Destruction War have actually all healed!

"Did she rush back to her own territory the moment she recovered?"

Watching Shangang's leisurely posture on the screen, Dr. Chen frowned and proposed a possibility.

"Like that Four-Armed Satan on Lighthouse Hawaii?"

Old Luo asked in return.

Dr. Chen nodded and continued:

"Although ordinary monsters have a certain sense of territory, this awareness is not strong."

"There are many cases of them being in the Pacific Ocean today and swimming to the Atlantic Ocean tomorrow."

"But the King of Monsters is different; they have a strong sense of territory."

"Take that Four-Armed Satan as an example. He is the best case; after setting up his nest in Hawaii, he has almost never strayed more than a thousand miles from it."

"And Shangang..."

Dr. Chen reached out and pointed at the lazy monster on the big screen:

"When she came to Malaya back then, she must have taken a liking to it and intended to make it her lair, but in the end, she was driven away by us!"