Victory Is Mine

"Th... That's the Shaolin Rogue?"

Tang Wei Hu had not yet recovered from the scene that had just played out.

Crimson Typhoon's three arms had already switched to alloy rotary blades, maintaining the close-combat Thundercloud Formation. The armor on the Jaeger's surface was splashed and corroded by a bit of strong acid, but it was completely fine.

Otachi, who entirely countered the fourth-generation Jaeger Crimson Typhoon, had actually been instantly blown apart by a third-generation Jaeger?!

Not killed-blown apart by sheer force!

Just how much strength did it take to directly punch a Kaiju's head and body into pieces?!

The force, amplified by gravitational potential energy, had even shattered the Shaolin Rogue's own fist along with it!

This kind of combat style, brimming with destructive oppression, had no business appearing on a Jaeger!

"It's Mr. Natsuki."

"He's piloting the Shaolin Rogue to support us!" Tang Wei Long looked at the mechanical figure that appeared exceptionally majestic amidst the curtain of rain, and suddenly shouted with excitement.

When the marshal said that the scenes of Mr. Natsuki fighting were beyond what ordinary people could imagine, they hadn't believed it. They figured that no matter how much power this alien guest possessed, his combat record would at most amount to killing a single Kaiju.

But now, seeing Mr. Natsuki fight with their own eyes completely shattered their understanding of combat.

This couldn't even be considered a fight; it was more like a performance of the art of violence!

"Cherno Alpha's damage rate is sixty percent!"

"The outer armor has been torn open, and the left arm is severely damaged! They're about to destroy the cockpit!"

Inside the cockpit of Cherno Alpha, Sasha and Alexis looked at the two Kaiju before them and let out piercing cries.

The neural connection with the Jaeger allowed them to clearly experience the pain of their bodies being torn apart. If they hadn't been well-trained soldiers, they probably would have already fainted from it!

"It's fine, it's all over!"

Accompanied by a clear voice, the two Kaiju were suddenly grabbed firmly, and then simultaneously ripped away from Cherno Alpha's body, falling backward into the surging seawater.

A blinding beam of light shone down, replacing the spot previously occupied by the two Kaiju.

It was the Shaolin Rogue's searchlight, and the sudden brightness made their eyes unable to adjust for a moment.

Recovering their senses, they realized it was a silver-white Jaeger.

"It's Mr. Natsuki, he's here!" Alexis looked through his helmet at the Shaolin Rogue, listening to the voice inside the comms, and a wave of excitement instantly surged in his heart.

When watching the pilot selection test for Gipsy Danger, he had already harbored the thought of wanting to see Mr. Natsuki fight with his own eyes.

Yet he had never imagined it would happen in this way, appearing before him in a manner that completely exceeded his expectations!

"Thank you!" Sasha looked at the Shaolin Rogue that had pulled Cherno Alpha up, her red lips curving into a smile as she said with deep gratitude.

She really had come very close to thinking she was going to die.

Although sacrificing oneself for the greater good of humanity was a glorious thing, anyone facing death inevitably felt a swell of terror inside.

"Careful, those two Kaiju are both extremely tricky, and ordinary attacks can't pierce their defense," Alexis warned Natsuki over the comms.

Behind the Shaolin Rogue.

Leatherback and Raijin had both gotten back to their feet once more, staring covetously at the Shaolin Rogue.

"Don't worry, every single one of my attacks is far from ordinary." Natsuki's voice rang out in the comms.

Inside the silver-white Jaeger, the roar of the engine and the meshing of gears proclaimed the battle intent of this mecha, as if the mecha itself was thrilled to be able to fight.

During the initial Neural Connection between Jaeger and pilot, the Jaeger already possessed a soul. This Jaeger resonated in joint celebration with the will of its previous-generation pilot, burning its engine for the chance to slay enemies once again!

As a third-generation Jaeger, under Natsuki's control, the performance it displayed did not lag behind even the fifth-generation Jaeger Eureka Striker!

"How is the situation inside the Shaolin Rogue?"

Inside the command center, Marshal Stacker asked Cai Tiantong, highly concerned about the condition on the scene.

"The Shaolin Rogue's systems are operating normally. The right hand is damaged, but for some reason, the parts have formed an irregular array shaped like a fist."

"In addition... Mr. Natsuki's synchronization rate with the Jaeger cannot be displayed."

"I don't know if the instruments have malfunctioned, or if..." Cai Tiantong already had a guess in his heart, but he didn't state it outright.

"His control over that Jaeger can no longer be expressed by a synchronization rate." Marshal Stacker completed his thought for him.

A Jaeger that required dual pilots could be operated solo in Natsuki's hands, directly ignoring the synchronization rate to let the mecha unleash extraordinary performance.

The existence hailing from a higher civilization represented, in every aspect, a dimensional reduction strike to them!

On the battlefield.

Facing the restless pair of Kaiju.

The Shaolin Rogue made a movement that should never have appeared on a Jaeger.

Amidst the friction of mechanical parts, the Shaolin Rogue's lower stance split and steadied, its left palm half-closed and extended forward, and its right hand clenched into a fist pulled back to its waist, standing unshaken despite the pounding of the ocean waves.

This was the opening stance of Space Kenpo.

At the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, inside the Breach.

"Three Kaiju have already set out, and the other two will follow closely behind. And behind them... there are more."

"Humans... are merely tools utilized by us. Once they lose their value, they ought to be destroyed."

Inside the Precursors' Colony, the Kaiju Factory.

An Archbishop-Class Precursor looked at the fully cultured Kaiju and said with contempt in its unique language.

In its cognition, as well as that of the vast majority of Precursors, humans were nothing more than chess pieces utilized by them to alter the Earth's environment. Now, they should sensibly self-destruct rather than put up foolish resistance.

Yochi stood beside it, his gaze flickering.

He remembered that in Pacific Rim, the Precursors were supposed to fail, and this fellow was certainly full of confidence.

However, that confidence was entirely justified under the present circumstances.

Quake had already made quite a few preparations for them.

They knew humans intended to drop a nuclear bomb toward this direction, and they had also prepared countermeasures. They would not give the nuclear bomb a chance to detonate; on the contrary, they would dispatch even more Kaiju to obliterate all life inside the Earth.

Even with Ultraman helping out, he was not panicked in the slightest.

Putting aside the fact that the dispatched Kaiju would already give the opponent plenty of trouble, even if they successfully defeated those few Kaiju, the three-minute total combat time would leave very little left by the time they reached this side.

And here, countless Kaiju were waiting for the opponent.

Yochi even thought Quake had made too many preparations, leaving him with no opportunity to show what he could do.

This time, they would slaughter any and all life on Earth, completely crushing the destiny of this world!