All Jaegers had arrived at their combat zones. These four countries had the highest concentration of unmanned Jaeger deployments, and only these four locations had opened wormholes. If they could hold these four positions, they'd already succeeded halfway.
"All Jaegers, engage the Kaiju. Local military forces, coordinate with Jaegers for long-range strikes and eliminate the Kaiju-transformed unmanned Jaegers." Marshal Stacker's voice came through the comm.
"Copy that!" Multiple voices responded.
Seeing the situation stabilized, Marshal Stacker nodded silently.
Then he turned to Albert beside him. "Thank you, Dr. Albert."
If Albert hadn't prepared spare Jaeger parts and transport rocket boosters in advance, this battle would undoubtedly have been much harder.
"It's what I should do." Albert adjusted his glasses calmly.
"Seeing them pilot Jaegers, fighting for tomorrow... I'm glad."
According to their original fate, only Herc Hansen would survive among these pilots—the rest would all die in accidents.
In the near future, children would be the ones fighting unmanned Jaegers and Kaiju.
But now, that future had been changed.
These brave warriors piloted this generation's Jaegers, performing far beyond standard specifications.
Carrying hope for tomorrow, they carved a path toward dawn with each punch.
In this world's mission, Albert had chosen Marshal Stacker's side because of the last bit of conscience in his heart. And it was precisely this choice that let him see new hope.
A hope breaking free from shackles.
"The remaining thirty unmanned Jaegers in transit have also gone rogue and crashed in the Los Angeles suburbs." Tendo Choi relayed the intelligence he'd just received to both men.
"They're also trying to open wormholes, and based on their movement patterns, they'll reach the city edge in about an hour."
"How should we handle them?" He asked Marshal Stacker.
Though these unmanned Jaegers and Kaiju were still far from the city center, they were undoubtedly the hardest enemies to deal with.
"Dr. Albert, can the rocket boosters be reused?" Marshal Stacker thought for two seconds, wanting the Hunter Jaegers to use the boosters again after eliminating the Kaiju to deal with these enemies.
"Theoretically yes, but the success rate is very low." Albert answered honestly.
"However... we don't need to worry too much about these enemies." A figure carrying hope flashed through his mind. "He'll come."
"I'm absolutely certain of that."
Precursors' colonial space.
"Another space has fallen..."
"Why?"
"Why is he moving so fast?"
Quek listened to report after report, learning that their colonial spaces were being destroyed at an extremely rapid pace.
This directly cut off their Kaiju production supply.
All the Category V Kaiju that could be sent to Earth had been eliminated.
His plan had ultimately failed.
In his expectations, this Ultraman would definitely prioritize protecting cities, facing the unmanned Jaegers and Kaiju in an extremely passive manner.
But he never expected the opponent's strategy would be to strike at the heart—immediately charging into their colonial spaces and settling accounts one by one.
This Ultraman didn't play by the rules at all. Every action was beyond his expectations.
"Absolutely cannot let him find this place... or everything will be finished." Quek hurriedly sealed the passages from other colonial spaces to this one.
This was his last stronghold. If this place was also destroyed, it would mark his complete defeat.
"Now, it depends on whether that batch of Kaiju can reach the city quickly enough." He focused on the last batch of Kaiju summoned by the unmanned Jaegers, taking a deep breath.
If the other battlefields had Jaegers holding the line, these Kaiju reaching the city would become a moving catastrophe.
Then this Ultraman would have to return no matter what.
However, just as he thought of this strategy—
"A wormhole is opening!" A Precursor in the Kaiju factory warned him.
In a corner of this space, a wormhole connecting to another colonial space was slowly opening.
"What?" Quek froze instantly.
He'd clearly ordered that no more wormholes to this space could be opened.
Why was a wormhole still opening?
He immediately checked the footage near that wormhole, then saw a scene that shifted his mindset.
An Archbishop-level Precursor stepped through the wormhole first, followed by his attendants, and then... an Ultraman flew out from the wormhole.
A traitor!
He'd left this Archbishop-level Precursor in another colonial space, thinking the guy would be eliminated in the Ultraman's attack. He never imagined this guy would become a guide!
Where was the dignity of an Archbishop-level Precursor?
Damn it!
Archbishop-level Precursors were at the top of the hierarchy—beings Quek couldn't command at all.
He knew the power gap, so he'd constantly adjusted his plans in a short time, trying to use schemes to topple strength.
But facts proved that before absolute power, schemes really weren't much use.
Because you couldn't even be sure if your allies were on your side.
Not everyone had the determination to shake a tree as an ant.
"No... I have to retreat..." Quek watched the Ultraman return to fifty-plus meters and fly straight toward his location. His heart jumped.
He didn't want to end up like Yoki.
But—
"Whoosh!"
"BOOM!"
A white-glowing disc had already split the Kaiju factory where he stood in two. The unfinished Kaiju all died as the other half of the building slowly collapsed. He watched the giant's bright eyes, as if examining a criminal.
"Execution on site, or space prison?" A cold voice entered Quek's mind.
The giant held another spinning disc in his hand, powerful energy and oppressive force washing over him in waves.
All his countless schemes had nowhere to unfold in this moment.
Los Angeles, a school in the city center.
"Attention all faculty and students! This is an emergency broadcast! According to alerts from the PPDC, multiple Kaiju are advancing toward this city and will reach this school district in approximately 50 minutes!"
"All personnel on campus, follow the Kaiju attack drill procedures and evacuate in an orderly manner with command personnel!"
The school broadcast carried the announcer's voice, barely maintaining calm, warning everyone that Kaiju were coming and they must evacuate.
In this world repeatedly ravaged by Kaiju, every school conducted additional Kaiju disaster drills like fire drills.
"Kaiju are coming?"
"How can this be?"
"I saw news that the Breach was closed, and unmanned Jaegers are protecting us. Why is this happening?"
In the classroom, students who'd been in class looked up. Hearing news of the Kaiju attack, fear immediately rose in their hearts.
"Students, quickly form lines!" The teacher at the podium was calmer than them, rapidly directing students to prepare for evacuation.
"Jack... do you think those Jaegers will come protect us?" While lining up, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl turned to ask the black boy beside her.
"I... I don't know." Jack Pentecost heard the question and shook his head blankly.
"How can you not know? Your dad's a big shot who commands Jaegers." Another boy nearby said. He knew Jack was the son of the famous Marshal Stacker. "He'll definitely send Jaegers to protect his own son."
They only understood the surface of this world, not knowing how tense the battle situation was now.
"I said I don't know." Jack's expression gradually cooled. After saying this, he ignored everyone else and followed the line evacuating outside.
He was indeed Marshal Stacker's son, but he hadn't contacted his father in some time.
Honestly, knowing his father was commanding at the front lines and his sister had become a Jaeger pilot, he also wanted to rush to the front and fight Kaiju.
But he was too young—only thirteen this year. And now the Jaeger Academy had been shut down. He could only stay here and attend school like other students.
Children's understanding of the world was always one-sided. He believed he had talent for piloting Jaegers—he just hadn't encountered the right opportunity.
If he could pilot a Jaeger, he'd definitely defeat Kaiju easily.
Then he could prove he was a powerful warrior, not just Stacker Pentecost's son.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Numerous military fighter jets screamed through the night sky, their machine guns and missiles firing at the distant formation of unmanned Jaegers and Kaiju.
However, missiles capable of killing any carbon-based life form ultimately couldn't do much against silicon-based creatures.
"Kaiju have approached the city edge. Our missiles aren't effective."
"Requesting next instructions."
Reports continuously came through military communications.
To block these Kaiju, they'd already made considerable effort. But like when they'd dealt with Kaiju in the past, these efforts ultimately couldn't make much of a splash.
To kill Kaiju required thermal weapons at least at nuclear level—experience they'd gained from their first encounter with Kaiju.
But Los Angeles citizens hadn't finished evacuating yet. Rashly using nukes would be completely killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of their own.
"ROAR!"
"ROAR!"
Eight Kaiju of varying forms took heavy steps, their vicious gazes fixed on the city ahead, releasing roar after roar. Behind them followed thirty Kaiju-transformed unmanned Jaegers.
This scale of Kaiju had never occurred on Earth before.
In the past, one Kaiju could paralyze an entire city. Now they faced far more Kaiju than ever before.
"Help me!"
"Please take me too!"
"And me!"
Jack Pentecost sat in the school bus, speeding through streets toward the evacuation route. During the drive, numerous impoverished people ran from slums to the roadside, shouting at the bus.
They wore ragged clothes, had disheveled hair, and even their shoes were broken—half a blackened foot exposed.
"No..." Jack Pentecost looked at them, instinctively clenching his fists, then turned his head away to stop looking.
Under his father's influence, he also had a kind heart. He wanted to help these people—wanted to help even more people.
But right now he was just a student too.
He looked around the school bus at classmates instinctively curling up, tears in their eyes. His feelings were complex.
Listening to the cries, he looked back through the window toward where the Kaiju were coming from.
"ROAR!"
The terrifying roar could be heard clearly even from far away. The nearly hundred-meter beasts already exceeded most buildings in height. They weren't one, but a group.
Those landmark skyscrapers were knocked down by the Kaiju's advancing movements. Debris flew. The buildings humanity took pride in couldn't stop these Kaiju at all.
Missiles fell on the Kaiju, on surrounding buildings, igniting raging fires that turned the city's edge into a scorching inferno, illuminating the night sky.
"That's... a Kaiju..." Jack Pentecost watched the Kaiju step into the city, his heart rising with them.
Though his psychological fortitude was stronger than other students, seeing Kaiju trample their homeland with his own eyes, he still felt deep fear.
Seeing it firsthand brought feelings far more profound than images on television.
Earlier he'd been thinking that if he piloted a Jaeger, he could definitely beat Kaiju down. But now... he knew he couldn't do it. No pilot could fight this many Kaiju.
They were like messengers from hell, come to completely ignite their world.
"Will we die?"
"No... I don't want to die..."
"I'm so scared..."
Classmates around him voiced their fear. An atmosphere of despair continuously spread through the school bus.
"Can you get your dad to save us...?" Jack's deskmate, a girl with tears in her eyes, asked him. She was truly terrified.
"I..." Jack Pentecost's expression was complex. He took a deep breath but couldn't say anything.
He couldn't make promises. He didn't know what his father was doing right now.
But—
"Wait..."
"What's that?"
Jack Pentecost, who'd been staring behind them, suddenly noticed something. In that night sky illuminated by firelight, a massive figure seemed to appear.
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