"We will never lose! With mobile suits like you, Zeon's glory will never lose! As long as I still draw breath, we will never lose!!!"
Shouting slogans whose meaning he did not understand at all, the Zaku Warrior swung its massive axe and chopped off a Kaiju's head. The weapon's intense heat instantly scorched the wound shut, trapping the toxic blood and gases inside the monster's body.
Its enormous body crashed onto the ocean surface, throwing up tens of thousands of tons of seawater. Its savage, malformed-rhino-like head floated with the waves, eyes still wide open in death.
Kaiju had a great deal of gas inside their bodies, so they were not especially heavy for their size.
As long as one was careful not to create an open wound that would let the gas leak out when killing them, they would float half-submerged on the sea like certain Deviants' ships.
That was why so many Kaiju-worshipping cultists regarded them as Arks. In their mad fantasies, these monsters would carry their devout followers to the Promised Land.
Of course, any normal, rational person understood that those were nothing more than the delusions of lunatics.
Kaiju were humanity's enemies—cruel, merciless living weapons with absolutely nothing to do with myths.
The neural interface was linked to his cervical spine, allowing Raleigh to feel the sensation of the axe cutting into the monster. It left him panting.
It was not from physical exertion, but from the rapid surge of adrenaline. He could not suppress his quickened breathing as his excited heart pumped blood into his brain, putting him into a complete combat state.
Yet even with his blood boiling, he could still calmly operate the machine and make the right tactical choices.
The more powerful and more expensive Kampfer would keep the turtle-like monster