Kaiju Appear

The slaughter unfolded brutally. A one-sided outcome was immediately apparent to everyone from the start.

Quan Tiehua swept his Power Sword in a circle, sending the heads of over a dozen little idiots flying into the sky.

With the Combat Dagger in his other hand, he plunged it directly into the temple of another little idiot who charged at him.

Even though the Astartes held a small dagger, it was like a massive cleaver against ordinary people.

The entire dagger pierced through the head, almost tearing off the upper half of the little idiot's skull!

Seeing another little idiot charge forward, he yanked the dagger out, trailing brain matter and blood. The pauldron on his back arm directly caved in a large portion of the charging little idiot's head.

This flick of his wrist also flung off the disgusting residue clinging to the Combat Dagger.

The battle was a one-sided massacre; some Astartes even returned their Chainswords to their waists. After all, they didn't have much promethium fuel left.

He clenched his fists, striking left and right, shattering a little idiot's head with each punch. The terrifying force of his punches even turned the little idiot and the helmet on his head into a pulpy mess.

He forcefully slammed a little idiot, who had bombs strapped to his body, against a wall. His other fist smashed down, turning the little idiot's head into a bloody pulp.

Just then, more little idiots charged forward with bayonets and bombs. The fist that had just pulverized a little idiot's head swung out, smashing another's head inwards and snapping their cervical spine.

What followed were four or five little idiots, bombs strapped to them, pulling the pins and lunging at him from behind.

But don't forget, he wasn't alone.

Another Astartes beside him, striking with both hands, grabbed two little idiots and lifted them as if skipping flat stones, flinging them towards the continuing swarm of charging little idiots.

They skipped across the heads of the little idiots, and with each landing, the spines of several little idiots snapped backward.

Seeing his brother help him, he clasped his hands behind his back, grabbed two more little idiots by the heads, lifted them, and with a bang, slammed them violently onto the ground like an over-the-shoulder throw.

Their internal organs and bones shattered, blood spewing from their mouths. Then came a soccer kick. The powerful strike sent their bodies flying like mud into the crowd.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM--

Four explosions followed in quick succession!

Meanwhile, while this battle was raging, in the command center of Shattered Dome Base, Cai Tiantong urgently reported, "The Kaiju have landed. The two Category 4 Kaiju are Flowing Blade and Fist Scorpion!"

Crimson Typhoon and Cherno Alpha, which had just landed and finished adjusting its stance, along with Eureka Striker, all turned their heads.

The sea surface in the bay churned violently without warning, the water turned murky green by the Kaiju, churning as wildly as during the annual typhoons.

WHOOSH--

Flowing Blade was the first to break through the water. It was slender, like a sharp blade drawn from the deep sea, its body coiling, covered in a carapace as hard as rock. Its back rose high, and its dorsal fins suddenly spread open, reflecting a sharp, cold glint under the sunlight.

As it moved through the waves, it was like a knife cutting through water, leaving no ripples.

At almost the same moment, the sea surface not far away exploded, and Fist Scorpion's massive body leaped out of the water.

Its entire body was covered in a carapace like rock encrusted with coral. The ends of its thick arms were a pair of colossal fists, each larger than the energy pile on Cherno Alpha's head.

Its clenched fists swung through the air, emitting a whistling sound, a testament to their power. Especially its tail, held high like a giant scorpion's stinger, its tip flashing with deadly cold light. As the tail moved, it easily parted the seawater.

"Kaiju! Kaiju!"

In the distance, American soldiers who were still observing erupted in panic upon seeing this scene.

They all fled backward in disarray. Those closest scrambled onto armored vehicles and tanks that had already started moving, preparing to turn without regard for their comrades.

Especially when Fist Scorpion's heavy footsteps landed on the shore, the first tremor and shake caused the level of panic to rise again.

The commander, still sitting on the roof of a vehicle that was already moving, shouted into a loudspeaker, urging the soldiers to calm down and retreat in an orderly fashion!

But in the next second, a stray bullet, appearing from nowhere, struck him directly in the forehead.

He then fell straight down onto the roof of the armored jeep, blood flowing.

And with the sound of that accidental discharge, the crowd fell silent for only a second or two before gunshots erupted everywhere.

Some soldiers, already terrified out of their wits, grabbed machine guns and opened fire on their comrades who were desperately clinging to the back of the armored vehicles, slowing them down, like zombies.

This scene further agitated the surrounding American soldiers.

Some soldiers who saw no hope of escape directly took a rocket launcher from an ammo box, loaded a shell, and aimed at the armored vehicle that had forcibly pushed them down, preventing them from getting on.

As the trigger was pulled, the rocket, trailing flames, plunged into the side of the armored vehicle amidst the terrified screams of the soldiers inside, causing a massive explosion.

"Fuck!"

Far away in the White Palace, the American President, after seeing the real-time satellite broadcast, angrily slammed his coffee cup onto the table, scalding coffee splashing everywhere.

"It seems these soldiers stationed outside have truly become corrupted," the President's roar sent a chill down everyone's spine.

But those around him dared not make the slightest move. "Order the Seventh Fleet stationed at Yokosuka to set sail for Edo immediately. You must bring back all those Ironclads! Even if it means war."

"Yes sir!"

The Blood Angels had also noticed the two hundred-meter-tall Kaiju on the coastline behind them.

After punching a little idiot dozens of meters away, Quilstein stared blankly at the two Kaiju. "By the Emperor! What kind of xenos are these?"

At this moment, the army of little idiots charging at them had dwindled from several thousand to just over a thousand.

The entire battlefield, from the moment the two sides made close contact, had extended into a bloody corridor nearly two kilometers long towards the southwest.

Countless pieces of flesh and corpses, and blood, had dyed this corridor into something resembling hell.

The remaining little idiots, upon seeing the two Kaiju striding towards them, caused the entire charging crowd to pause for a moment.

Their eyes, darting and meeting each other, were filled with fear.

But the commander hiding at the very back roared, "The Imperium needs us! For our brethren to have more space to survive. Charge forward! Tenno Heika! Banzai!"

All the Little Japanese looked at each other, then their ferocious expressions reappeared, and they shouted "Banzai!" charging towards Quan Tiehua and the others.

And at this moment, the Crimson Typhoon, Cherno Alpha, and Eureka Striker at the artillery positions behind them had already turned and left their spots, charging towards the direction the Kaiju were advancing.