"Is... is that Shaolin Rogue?"
Wei Hu Tang was still reeling from the sight.
Crimson Typhoon's three arms were now alloy saw blades, maintaining the close-combat Thundercloud Formation. A few acid burns marred the outer armor, but the damage was superficial.
Tailspitter—a Kaiju perfectly designed to counter the fourth-generation Crimson Typhoon—had been instantly pulverized by a third-generation Jaeger!?
Not killed, but utterly destroyed.
What kind of force could shatter a Kaiju's entire head with a single punch?
The gravitational potential energy had been so immense that it had shattered Shaolin Rogue's own fist.
This level of destructive, overwhelming power shouldn't be possible for a Jaeger.
"It's Mr. Natsuki."
"He's piloting Shaolin Rogue to support us!" Wei Long Tang stared at the towering mechanical figure in the rain, suddenly shouting with excitement.
When the Marshal had spoken of Natsuki's unimaginable combat capabilities, they hadn't fully believed it. They thought that no matter how powerful the alien visitor was, his confirmed kill count was only one Kaiju.
But witnessing Natsuki fight firsthand shattered their understanding of combat.
This wasn't a battle; it was a demonstration of violent, overwhelming artistry.
"Cherno Alpha damage at sixty percent!"
"Outer armor breached! Left arm severely damaged! They're about to destroy the cockpit!"
Inside Cherno Alpha's cockpit, Sasha and Aleksis spoke with desperation.
The neural connection allowed them to vividly feel the pain of their Jaeger being torn apart. If they weren't highly trained soldiers, they would have already succumbed to the agony.
"It's okay. It's over now!"
A clear voice cut through the comms. Suddenly, the two Kaiju were seized, violently ripped from Cherno Alpha's frame, and flung backward into the churning sea.
A blinding beam of light replaced the Kaiju, momentarily overwhelming their vision.
It was Shaolin Rogue's searchlight. When their eyes adjusted, they saw the silver-white Jaeger.
"It's Mr. Natsuki! He's here!" Aleksis looked at Shaolin Rogue through his helmet, hearing Natsuki's voice. Excitement surged through him.
He had wanted to see Natsuki fight, but he never imagined the arrival would be so dramatic and completely unexpected.
"Thank you!" Sasha smiled, full of gratitude, as Shaolin Rogue helped pull Cherno Alpha upright.
She had truly believed she was about to die.
Though sacrificing oneself for humanity was glorious, facing death inevitably brought fear.
"Be careful. Those two Kaiju are extremely difficult. Normal attacks won't break their defenses," Aleksis warned Natsuki over the comms.
Behind Shaolin Rogue, Leatherback and Otachi had already risen, watching the new Jaeger menacingly.
"Don't worry," Natsuki's voice replied. "None of my attacks are normal attacks."
Inside the silver Jaeger, the engine roared and gears meshed, proclaiming the machine's eagerness. The Jaeger seemed excited to battle.
A Jaeger gained a soul upon its first mental connection with a pilot. Shaolin Rogue resonated with its previous pilot's will, its engine burning with readiness to kill again.
Under Natsuki's control, this third-generation Jaeger performed with capabilities that rivaled the fifth-generation Striker Eureka.
"How is the situation inside Shaolin Rogue?" Marshal Pentecost asked Tendo Choi in the command center.
"Shaolin Rogue's systems are operating normally. The right hand was damaged, but it reformed into a fist shape through irregular reassembly." Tendo paused. "Also... Mr. Natsuki's sync rate cannot be displayed."
"I don't know if the instruments are malfunctioning, or if..." Tendo had a guess but hesitated to voice it.
"His control of that Jaeger can no longer be expressed through sync rates," Marshal Pentecost finished for him.
A Jaeger designed for two pilots was being driven solo by Natsuki, who completely bypassed the sync rate limitations to unleash superhuman performance.
A being from a higher civilization—in every aspect, this was dimensional superiority.
On the battlefield, facing the two restless Kaiju, Shaolin Rogue performed a movement impossible for a typical Jaeger.
With a grinding of mechanical parts, Shaolin Rogue widened its stance for stability. The left palm extended forward, open and ready, while the right fist drew back to the waist. It stood unmoving despite the crashing waves.
This was the opening stance of Space Combat Techniques.
Deep beneath the Pacific, inside the Breach.
"Three Kaiju have departed. Two more will follow shortly. And after them... many more."
"Humans are merely tools we exploited. Now that they have lost their value, they must be destroyed."
Inside the Precursor colony, in the Kaiju factory, an Archbishop-level Precursor looked at the newly cultivated monsters. He spoke contemptuously in their unique language.
In his understanding—and that of most Precursors—humans were merely pawns used to terraform Earth. They should now wisely self-destruct instead of offering foolish resistance.
Yoki stood beside him, his eyes shifting.
He remembered the Precursors were supposed to fail in the original timeline. This Precursor was overly confident.
But that confidence was justified now.
Quake had made extensive preparations.
They knew humans planned to deploy a nuclear device and had countermeasures ready. They would not allow the nuke to detonate. Instead, they would send more Kaiju to destroy all life on Earth.
Even with the Ultraman helping, Yoki was not worried.
The deployed Kaiju would keep Natsuki busy, and even if he defeated them, little of his three-minute combat window would remain by the time he reached the Breach.
And here, countless Kaiju awaited him.
Yoki even felt Quake had over-prepared, leaving him no chance to show off.
This time, they would slaughter every living thing on Earth and completely crush this world's fate!
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