After catching her breath slightly, Knightley, piloting the Pandora, looked around.
The remaining five monsters had already fallen under the terrifying firepower of particle cannons and Plasma cannons.
"All targets eliminated, friendly casualties: 0."
Without a doubt.
The first combat test of six mechs of two different models yielded satisfying results.
Even a Category 5 monster could not break through the torrent of firepower composed of particle cannons and Plasma cannons.
The melee-specialized mechs, designed specifically for the Na'vi, could easily eliminate a Category 5 monster, with power to spare and almost no damage sustained.
"All combat data has been recorded and will be immediately transmitted to the Tech-Priests and research departments."
This will facilitate the improvement and development of subsequent generations of mechs.
This brief battle, spread online by some residents who happened to be near the engagement zone, quickly propagated at an incredible speed.
Many were astonished by the terrifying combat power of the Universal Union's mechs, and at the same time, became more acutely aware of the imminent Precursors invasion.
This time there were six monsters, how many will there be next time?
Seven? Eight? Nine?
In the foreseeable future, it is almost certain that there will be situations where more than ten monsters attack simultaneously.
And the humans of Earth currently only have four of their own mechs...
Seizing this opportunity, the Earth Government immediately held a press conference and announced a plan to build 12 new giant factories within a year to produce more Jaeger mechs.
At the same time, the Earth Government also announced the good news of joining the Universal Union as one of its members.
Both sides will jointly resist the invasion of the Precursor civilization.
"Promethium is the lifeblood of the Imperium; it surges through the Imperium's vast war and commercial engines, expanding the Imperium of Man's territory with a rhythmic beat, like the pulse of war drums; when sprayed, it burns away all impurities with the fiery heat of our hatred."
"Perhaps, now 'Imperium' should be replaced with 'Alliance'."
On the jungle world of Kadaku, Marcus and Alexia stood together, looking at a dome city under construction before them.
"We have now completed all Promethium extraction and refining plants on Kadaku, and production capacity has recovered to eighty percent."
Alexia, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was giving her report.
"Currently, the total population of Kadaku is five million, mostly concentrated in this Dome City No. 1 before us."
"Can we ascertain the remaining Promethium reserves on Kadaku?"
Marcus inquired.
Alexia shook her head.
"It's difficult to do in a short time."
"Never mind, expand the mining scale as quickly as possible, extract as much as we can. the Universal Union still greatly needs fuel for its war engine."
Promethium, in fact, is the Imperium of Man's general term for various forms of fuel.
Promethium can be simply understood as oil with higher energy density.
"By the way, what is the current situation with the Avarax fleet?"
Marcus suddenly remembered this, and Dugall, whom he had forgotten for a long time.
"All have been armed according to Dugall's recommendations. Two weeks ago, we dispatched the fleet to a neighboring star system to perform support missions."
Alexia immediately said.
"Hmm, a neighboring star system. I remember it seems to be troubled by Tyranid Genestealers and Orks simultaneously."
Marcus stroked his chin.
Long ago, when he first became the Governor of Avarax,
Marcus had detected a large number of Gene Stealers among the population trading from a neighboring star system, and a spaceship cleansing operation had broken out. "That star system is much wealthier than ours, and has more local defense forces. According to the Astropathic signals we received, there are still a large number of armed forces resisting the dual attacks of Orks and Gene Stealers."
"Be cautious in everything, do not overly deplete the Universal Union's forces."
Marcus warned.
"Our mission in the Pacific Rim world is the top priority. Once we obtain warp drive technology, we can immediately begin outward expansion."
"Yes."
Alexia nodded.
For the next period, Marcus and Alexia personally entered the dome city.
One was a Veronica virus enhancer, and the other was a Psionics master after multiple enhancements, so they naturally didn't need guards to accompany them.
Thanks to Alexia's efficient management, the living standards of the residents in this dome city far surpassed those of other worlds in the Imperium of Man.
Perhaps only inferior to the Five Hundred Worlds of Macragge ruled by the Ultramarines, and a few individual planets ruled by the Salamanders.
Within the dome city, almost everyone's face was beaming with genuine smiles.
"Are the compound reserves needed for mass-producing Tyrants still sufficient?"
Looking at the exponentially increasing happiness index of the residents, Marcus suddenly asked.
He knew that the compounds required to mass-produce Tyrants could only be generated by adolescents in extreme pain and fear.
Previously, the massive suffering population in the Hive City made these compounds almost inexhaustible.
But now, under the Universal Union's rule, without alien harassment, gang threats, or noble exploitation, the Hive City residents could no longer produce these compounds.
"There isn't much left. This is one of the reasons I sent Dugall to support the neighboring star system. Currently, the reserved compounds can produce at most about 150,000 Tyrants."
"Continue to keep the Tyrant factories running. I will have the research department try to synthesize them artificially. If that doesn't work, we'll see if Blood Moon can produce them."
Marcus shook his head.
"I didn't expect that making residents live too well would also have its troubles."
Half an hour later, the two had almost toured the entire dome city.
Compared to the lower levels of a Hive City, which were full of waste and toxic substances, the environment here was much, much better.
If nothing else, the lifespan of workers here could at least increase by a decade or more.
"What is this thing?"
Returning to the starting point, Marcus immediately saw several cranes installing a huge, ten-meter-tall bronze statue on its base.
"That is you."
At Alexia's reminder, Marcus carefully examined it for a while before realizing that the statue was indeed his disguised appearance.
To shed his previous identity as "Lieutenant Marcus Aurelius," Marcus had been using a disguised face in front of outsiders during this period.
It was no wonder he didn't immediately recognize the statue as himself.
Since becoming Governor, Marcus had never publicly revealed his name.
So, the base of the statue only had these few sentences carved on it:
"Praise our greatest Governor, who brought us prosperity and abundance, who saved us from hunger and disease, and who protected us from alien incursions and noble exploitation."
....
"It's finally built."
In the Pacific Rim World, on Earth, General Stacker looked at the five fifth-generation jaegers that were basically completed on the screen, and finally felt a slight sense of relief.
With the full support of the Earth Government and the public, the first batch of newly built jaegers was completed in only about half a year.
In the past, the shortest construction time for a single jaeger was one year.
This speed could definitely be called divine speed.
"Nine jaegers are still too few. With the increasing number of Kaiju attacks, they can only barely guard the western Pacific Ocean region."
"Therefore, what we need now is no longer defense, but to launch a counterattack."
Just as Stacker was communicating with the senior officials of the Earth Government, the signal from the Olympus Mons suddenly cut in forcefully.
Admiral Kotch appeared on the screen.
"the Universal Union is planning a counterattack to pass through the wormhole. Earth can no longer continue to be passively beaten, but must take the initiative to attack."
Stacker frowned.
"We have attacked the wormhole before, but all the missiles failed to pass through it, and the operation ultimately ended in failure."
"The Precursors' wormhole has a biometric function; only creatures containing Precursor DNA can pass through it."
Alex also appeared on the screen and briefly explained.
"This is why you have never been able to pass through the wormhole."
The Earth Government and Stacker knew that since the Universal Union proposed a counterattack plan, it meant they definitely had a way to pass through the wormhole.
"The method is very simple. The wormhole's identification method is very mechanical. We just need to get a Precursor biological weapon stuck in the wormhole, and the wormhole will remain open, allowing our jaegers to pass through."
"It's that simple?"
The Earth Government was dumbfounded, not expecting the method to pass through the wormhole to be so simple.
However, it could be explained: the Precursor Civilization most likely didn't take Earth seriously, so leaving such an obvious loophole wasn't strange.
"The Precursor Civilization is very good at hiding its own coordinates, so the Universal Union's war fleet cannot directly attack the Precursor homeworld.
Therefore, the primary goal of this counterattack operation is to obtain the coordinates of the Precursor Civilization and to occupy the entire wormhole."
Alex emphasized the mission objectives of this counterattack operation.
Relying solely on jaegers clearly wouldn't be enough to defeat the Precursor Civilization; only with the Universal Union's war fleet could there be a chance.
Currently, the Earth Government has a total of nine jaegers: six fifth-generation, one fourth-generation, one third-generation, and one first-generation.
the Universal Union has a total of thirty-six jaegers: twenty-four long-range firepower types and twelve close-combat specialized types piloted by the Na'vi.
Plus the Purifier Colossus and the odin.
A total of forty-seven jaegers.
This number has already exceeded the total number of jaegers built by humanity since encountering the Kaiju, representing a formidable force.
"This mission must succeed, otherwise, if we alert the enemy, the Precursor Civilization will certainly raise its vigilance."
Alex said in a deep voice.
The officials of the Earth Government and General Stacker looked serious.
"We will naturally do our utmost."
The five newly built fifth-generation jaegers all adopted a single-pilot system.
The pilots were Gil, Carlos, Tyrell, and two other carefully selected pilots who had awakened Psionics.
They were Raleigh, the former pilot of the Gipsy Danger.
And Mako Mori, General Stacker's adopted daughter.
"Finally, we can launch a counterattack against those damned Precursor Civilization!"
Inside the Hong Kong jaeger base, Raleigh clenched his fist, looking a little excited.
Although, strictly speaking, the wormhole counterattack plan is still top secret, circulating only between the Universal Union high command and the Earth Government high command.
But as warriors who would be on the front lines, the pilots of each jaeger naturally also knew about this news.
"Calm down, Mr. Raleigh, anger is not conducive to piloting a jaeger in combat."
Isaac, who was nearby, reminded him.
Although the Earth Government had officially joined the Universal Union, the four of them, including Isaac, had not left. Instead, they had publicly revealed their identities as Alliance members,
And continued to serve as jaeger pilots.
"I know that very well, but when I think about making those Precursors pay a bloody price, it's hard for me to calm down."
Raleigh said, looking at Mako Mori.
Earth had been suffering from the invasion of the Precursor Civilization for over a decade. During this time, hundreds of millions of people died at the hands of Precursor biological weapons.
Raleigh's brother, Mako Mori's parents, Old Hansen's wife, Hansen's mother…
It could be said that every jaeger pilot had a blood feud with the Precursor Civilization.
"Then you'd best transform that anger into motivation."
Isaac said, then asked Raleigh and Mako Mori about their Psionics proficiency.
"This concerns the fluidity of your single-pilot jaeger operation. The stronger your Psionics, the more you can unleash the jaeger's full combat power."
After a simple test, Isaac, who had the strongest Psionics present, nodded.
"Both of your talents are above average. To have trained to this level in less than half a year is already very good."
Raleigh said with a hint of gratitude.
"We still have to thank you, and the Universal Union, otherwise Mako Mori and I wouldn't have this opportunity for revenge."
Isaac waved his hand.
"the Universal Union merely handed you the weapons; it is you yourselves who must wield them to strike back at the Precursors."
As they were talking, General Stacker walked in with a solemn expression.
"The date for the wormhole counterattack plan has been officially set, it's in one week."
Stacker glanced at the excited Raleigh and his adopted daughter, Mako Mori.
"You have one last week to prepare. Once the mission officially begins, there's a high probability you'll perish on an unknown planet."
"As long as we can tear off the flesh and blood of the Precursor Civilization, we will spare no effort."
Raleigh expressed the attitude of all the jaeger pilots in the Pacific Rim World on Earth.
A week passed in a flash.
During this period, there were two more simultaneous invasions by multiple Kaiju.
To test the combat power of the five newly-produced jaegers, the Universal Union chose not to intervene on these two occasions, instead entrusting the interception mission to the Earth Government's nine jaegers.
The final results were gratifying.
The jaegers that adopted the single-pilot system showed a significant increase in combat power.
Almost every fifth-generation jaeger was capable of single-handedly defeating a fifth-generation Kaiju.
This was almost impossible in the past.
And Crimson Typhoon, Cherno Alpha, and Eureka Striker, the three jaegers still operated by multiple pilots, also underwent significant upgrades and modifications with the Universal Union's help, greatly improving their combat power.
The counterattack plan was scheduled for daytime, which facilitated the movement of a large number of mech units.
Forty-five massive mechs.
Plus the Purifier Colossus and odin.
A total of forty-seven Titan-class units were rapidly assembling, all concentrated at the Iwo Jima outpost.
This counterattack plan was secretive; ordinary people and low-to-mid-level government officials had no way of knowing about it.
Only after the mission succeeded would the Earth Government announce the news to the public, thereby boosting morale.
"I never thought I'd see so many mechs gathered in one place again someday."
The mech pilots from the Earth Government were gathered, looking at the more than forty mechs standing neatly in the base.
"For Earth, our mission can only succeed; failure is not an option!"
As the few of them were cheering each other on, they suddenly saw a group of strange figures in red robes performing special rituals in front of their mechs.
"This is a pre-battle incense prayer ritual, a very necessary step."
A Union NCO explained to everyone,
"The Tech-Priests will thoroughly inspect all systems of the mechs and debug them during this period."
"Is it necessary to make such a fuss?"
Looking at the Tech-Priests performing incense prayers and chanting binary prayers, Raleigh and the others asked.
"Well, this is a tradition of the Adeptus Mechanicus."
The NCO said with a slight embarrassment.
"Ring the great bell once! Push the lever, activate the pistons and pumps!
Ring the great bell twice! Press the button, start the engine, ignite the turbines, inject life!
Ring the great bell thrice! Sing in unison, praise the Machine God!!!"
The Tech-Priests present were exceptionally zealous.
To witness so many divine machines gathered, in their eyes, was absolutely a miracle of the Machine God.
The incense prayer ritual concluded, and all mech systems were debugged to their optimal state.
The Tech-Priests slowly exited.
And now it was time for the pilots to enter their cockpits.
"Let's go."
With excited hearts, Raleigh and all the others took the elevators and entered their cockpits.
Whether it was their own illusion, or if the prayers and debugging of the Tech-Priests truly had an effect.
Raleigh and the others could feel that the connection between them and their mechs seemed to have truly become tighter.
"Boarding!"
Numerous small transport ships individually transported and secured the mechs to the deck surface of the Olympus Mons.
The sight of more than forty divine machines standing together left an indelible impression on everyone who witnessed it.
Many people took pictures of this scene as a memento.
Once all mechs were ready, the Olympus Mons started its engines and began flying towards the location of the wormhole.
"Attention, your primary mission objective is to hold your ground after passing through the wormhole! The Precursor Civilization will inevitably launch a counterattack, and your task is to withstand all offensives, gaining time for the special operations team to acquire data!"
At this final moment, General Stacker and Admiral Kotch were separately reiterating the mission objectives to their mech pilots.
In addition to the more than forty mechs, the Union also temporarily installed one to two small transport ships on almost every mech.
These transport ships were filled with Tyrants, Pursuers, tactical robots, special PDF Soldiers, and Na'vi soldiers, among other small special operations units.
The mission objective of these units was only one: to create chaos with the mech forces, attract all the attention of the Precursors, and then, in the confusion, obtain the coordinates of the Precursor Civilization's homeworld and find a way to control the wormhole.
Both the mech forces and these special operations forces were extremely important, indispensable.
Besides, some Tech-Priests would also accompany the army.
Their mission was to measure the coordinates of the planet on the other side of the wormhole and pinpoint its location in the universe.
This way, even if this wormhole counterattack mission failed, the Union's fleet could still find that planet through conventional superluminal travel.
Soon, the Olympus Mons arrived at the sea level above the wormhole.
"Mission start!"
All mechs disengaged their restraints, came to the edge of the deck, and then leaped down.
"Mariana Trench—"
Looking at the bottomless abyss below the mechs, which seemed to swallow them at any moment, the people piloting the mechs felt no fear; instead, they felt filled with power.
After continuous descent, the mechs finally landed on the seabed.
Numerous searchlights turned on, but still only managed to dispel some of the darkness.
"Advance!"
The Precursor wormhole was at the deepest part of the trench, emitting a bright orange-yellow glow.
Around it, occasional electrical arcs would appear.
"Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!"
The combined movement of more than forty mechs was earth-shattering.
With each step, the seabed beneath them trembled uncontrollably and let out a dull sound.
Upon reaching the edge of the wormhole, several mechs hoisted up a few monster corpses and slowly threw them into the wormhole.
Large chains were fixed to these monster corpses, their ends firmly anchored to the seabed.
These monster corpses floated within the wormhole, keeping it constantly open.
"According to the plan sequence, begin entering the wormhole."
Several Union mechs took the lead, leaping into the wormhole.
Everyone watched this scene intently.
As they watched, several mechs slowly disappeared into the wormhole, with no sign of being hindered, then suddenly vanished.
"Immediately begin accelerating entry!"
Admiral Kotch, the Commander of this operation, immediately gave the order.
All mechs that received the signal leaped down in sequence.
When the last mech disappeared, the Olympus Mons lost their signal.
This was not unexpected by the Union and the Earth Government.
There was strong energy interference around the wormhole, and conventional signals could not pass through it.
The Olympus Mons could only detect the life status of some mechs through sporadic signals.
"They're on their own now."
Passing through the wormhole took only an instant.
And the scene behind the wormhole was extremely bizarre.
Everywhere were enormous, glowing biological tissues.
It was as if they had arrived inside some giant organism.
"Signal lost with headquarters. According to the plan, Chris, the pilot, takes over command of the mech forces."
Chris, who became the temporary Commander, said in a deep voice.
"Continue forward."
The mechs were still descending.
It was like traversing through blood vessels, passing through layers of huge valve-like tissues.
Finally, they left this giant biological tissue.
And saw the true appearance of the planet behind the wormhole.
A giant, dying star was shining on the horizon, emitting deadly radiation.
Under the illumination of the giant dying star, everyone could clearly see.
On the land, countless huge and distorted bio-factories stood.
On the exposed "shelves" of these factories, massive monsters were arranged, as if on an assembly line.
"All units, be on alert! Activate thrusters immediately and land to construct defensive fortifications!"
Chris, acting as the temporary Commander, immediately gave the order.
All mechs immediately activated the additional thrusters installed on their backs, plummeting downwards at a rapid speed.
"They are Precursors!"
Observation devices on many mechs had already captured the figures of Precursors walking within the deformed flesh factories.
Precursors were about 3.6 meters tall, resembling aquatic insects, walking upright with four arms, each arm equipped with a membrane, and their entire bodies covered in complex chitinous exoskeletons.
Precursors also had enormous head crests and their faces were covered by a biological membrane.
Beneath the membrane was the Precursor's true face.
Two pitch-black eyes that emitted light, and four small, light-emitting holes arranged in a square between the two eyes.
If placed in the Warhammer World, while Na'vi could barely be classified as mutants, Precursors were, without a doubt, blasphemous xenos.
Coupled with the Precursors' use of wormholes to invade other planets, violently terraforming and colonizing them, they would undoubtedly be eradicated by the Imperium of Man with full force.
"Land first!"
Chris' eyes narrowed; he did not immediately order an attack.
The most pressing matter was to escape the current dangerous suspended state.
Many Precursors had already noticed the mech forces descending from the sky.
Perhaps they hadn't reacted yet, as these Precursors showed no obvious movements.
They neither woke the monsters in the flesh factories to attack, nor did they panic and scatter.
This was good news for the mech forces, allowing them to land smoothly and quickly construct defensive fortifications.
"Thud!"
The mechs successfully landed on the ground.
Rather than saying they landed on the ground, it was more accurate to say they landed on a biological layer similar to creep.
"Click."
The landing pods fixed to the mechs disengaged and dropped to the ground.
The soldiers stepping out of the hatches could clearly feel the biological layer beneath their feet seemingly still squirming.
Pursuers, armed with flamethrowers, first scorched the ground, turning large amounts of the biological layer into charcoal and revealing the truly solid ground beneath.
Centered around this, various units immediately began to act.
Engineers started digging trenches and constructing bunkers on the spot.
Tech-Priest set up various complex equipment, using data from the starry sky to estimate the planet's exact coordinates.
Na'vi soldiers, along with elite PDF Soldiers who had developed Psionics, immediately dispersed into small teams, beginning to infiltrate the nearby flesh factories.
"Open fire, attack!"
Chris' voice echoed in every mech.
the Universal Union's long-range mechs plunged their foot spikes deep into the ground, becoming sturdy fortresses.
Plasma and particle cannons began to roar continuously, whistling as they bombarded the Precursor bio-weapons displayed in the flesh factories.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
In an instant, at least dozens of monsters of undetermined grade were blasted into mangled remains, and a deluge of highly toxic blue blood poured down like rain.
Only then did the Precursors seem to realize they were under attack.
"Chirp— Chirp— Aye—"
Large numbers of Precursors emitted insect-like calls of varying frequencies and began to scatter.
Precursors were divided into different ranks; the larger the head crest, the higher the rank and status within the Precursor Civilization.
There were three types of Precursor management ranks:
Bishop-class, Cardinal-class, and Ambassador-class.
Below these three types of Precursors were numerous soldiers and civilian classes.
Lower-ranking Precursors were almost incapable of disobeying the will of higher-ranking Precursors; even if ordered to commit suicide, they would comply.
The Precursors currently scattering were mostly weak civilian classes, responsible for assisting in the manufacturing and cloning processes of the bio-weapons in the factories.
"Pandora, take half of the melee-specialized mechs into the bio-factories to create chaos and buy time for the front lines."
"Understood!"
Knightley, piloting the Pandora, immediately led six other mechs, also piloted by Na'vi, to break away from the main force and charge into a nearby giant bio-factory.
The height of these factories was like Mount Everest, immensely grand.
As far as the eye could see, countless such factories stretched and connected.
"Roar! Roar!!"
After several minutes of terrifying firepower bombardment, finally, some higher-ranking Precursors reacted.
They began to urgently awaken the dormant bio-weapons.
"Directly ahead! Sixty-two giant biological signatures detected!"
Everyone's expressions were grim.
They had practically charged directly into the Precursors' lair, where dormant bio-weapons hung everywhere.
Their only option was to fight with all their might.
"All melee mechs move to the front line! Long-range mechs, concentrate fire and prioritize attacking the incoming bio-weapons!"
Chris immediately ordered.
"Understood! For the Universal Union!"
"For Earth!"
odin and Purifier Colossus did not attack the incoming bio-weapons, but instead focused their targets on the surrounding bio-factories.
Especially the Purifier Colossus, whose thermal ray could easily scorch large areas of flesh into charcoal, leaving behind raging flames.
Chaos, this was the prevailing theme in this area now.
Every minute, every second, Precursor bio-weapons were awakened, roaring and charging towards the mechs, only to be overwhelmed by terrifying firepower and shattered into pieces the next second.
In the intense battlefield, Tech-Priest and Alliance researchers behind the mech positions were collecting data from the starry sky above at the fastest possible speed.
And that huge and dazzling dying star was their biggest source of data.
"That's a red supergiant."
This was crucial information.
After a series of intensive calculations and experiments, combined with the positional information of other stars in the sky.
Ultimately, researchers reached an astonishing conclusion:
"We are still within the Orion Arm!"
This was a very surprising discovery.
Originally, everyone had thought they would be teleported by the wormhole outside the Milky Way, or to some more remote corner of the universe.
The Milky Way is divided into several spiral arms, and the Orion Arm is one of them.
It is also the spiral arm where the solar system is located.
This meant that the distance of this planet from Earth would not exceed ten thousand light-years.
Coupled with the red supergiant in front of them as a reference.
Everyone quickly determined their current location.
"Betelgeuse! That star is Betelgeuse!"
The final calculation results were beyond everyone's expectations.
No one had imagined that they would currently be at Betelgeuse, only about seven hundred light-years from Earth.
"We need to relay this message back."
Chris said in a deep voice while remotely shooting down an incoming Level 5 monster with his mech.
A Tech-Priest shook his head.
"The signal can't pass directly through the wormhole. We'll have to send people back through the wormhole again."
"Then send them back now."
Under Chris' command, some damaged mechs activated their still-functional thrusters and flew into the sky, following the path they had come from.
They had to return the same way, re-entering the giant biological structure above their heads.
However, it was clear that the Precursors, who had fully reacted, would not let the mechs leave so easily.
"It's airborne biological weapons!"
Numerous winged, flying monsters swooped down towards the airborne mechs.
"Cover them!"
Some ground mechs immediately switched targets.
odin, who had been bombarding the surrounding biological factories, also opened all its Hellfire missile bays, launching countless missiles that surged towards the airborne monsters.
"We need to speed up too."
Inside a towering structure that reached the giant biological organization in the sky, Death Hunk looked at the fierce battlefield outside and said in a deep voice.
Hank, Krauser, Leon, and Ada Wong were one of many Death Squads.
Their mission objective was to find a way to control that wormhole, make it permanent, and allow the Universal Union's large-scale forces to pass directly through it.
"Let's use special methods."
Hank turned and said lightly.
Krauser sneered, then reached out and plunged his hand directly into the body of a Precursor in front of him.
The eggs of the Superior Plaga Parasite were quickly injected.
Then, it rapidly devoured the nutrients within the Precursor's body, beginning to grow quickly.
Ordinarily, Las Plagas Parasite cannot parasitize Precursors, whose body structures are special and contain unique toxins.
However, long before this operation, Tech-Priests specializing in biological research, in collaboration with Wesker's researchers skilled in cultivating Las Plagas Parasite, had conducted a brutal optimization and screening process for Las Plagas Parasite, using blue blood collected after killing monsters.
After a year and hundreds of iterations, they finally cultivated a Superior Plaga Parasite that could survive in highly toxic blue blood, had stronger parasitic abilities, and could completely control the target's neural structure.
"Chirp—chirp..."
The parasitized Precursor's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Then, under the horrified gaze of other controlled Precursors nearby, the parasitized Precursor's back bulged high, and numerous small scarlet tentacles emerged from all its bodily crevices, swaying in the wind.
"Parasitism complete."
Krauser, who had a Dominant Plaga within him, could feel that the Precursor in front of him was completely under his control.
"Ask it if there's a way to control the wormhole."
Krauser closed his eyes, sensing the Precursor that had been drawn into the parasite's psychic network.
Due to the language barrier, Krauser could only use this method of psychic communication to obtain the desired information.
A few minutes later, Krauser slowly opened his eyes.
"Good luck. Although this guy's rank among the Precursors isn't at the management level, it's higher than that of an ordinary soldier."
"Get to the point."
Krauser sorted his thoughts, then quickly said,
"At the top of this tower, there's a control panel that can directly regulate the wormhole's operation, but it requires an Ambassador-level Precursor to modify the wormhole's various data parameters."
"Location?"
"In that biological factory fourteen kilometers to our front left."
Without further ado, Hank and the others immediately set off, heading towards the top of the tower.
After casually killing all the remaining Precursors, Hank contacted Chris and informed him of the intelligence gained.
"Seize the control panel as quickly as possible. I will have the other Death Squads go to the coordinates you provided to capture the Ambassador-level Precursor."
According to the information from the parasitized Precursor,
if they could fully seize control of the wormhole, then the wormhole could change its position to a limited extent and expand its coverage.
If the opening was maximized, it would even allow Olympus Mons and larger spacecraft to pass through.
Chris said in a deep voice.
"Your mission cannot fail. Once the wormhole is successfully controlled, the Universal Union's war fleet will be able to arrive directly here, and at that time, the battlefield situation will immediately shift in our favor."
"Received."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Death Squad led by Hank immediately moved upwards.
Along the way, they also encountered a large number of low-level Precursors.
Facing these brutal xenomorphs, Hank and the others naturally showed no mercy, slaughtering them all cleanly.
In fact, the Universal Union is not like the Imperium of Man, filled with hatred and hostility towards all xenomorphs,
but the Precursor Civilization was clearly not the type that could join the Universal Union. After advancing further, Hank and the others also encountered many friendly units.
There were elite PDF special soldiers, Na'vi warriors, and a small number of Tyrants and Pursuers.
Hank, who had the highest authority, immediately gathered these units and informed them of the current primary mission objective.
After a brief reorganization, the mighty force continued to rapidly ascend the tower.
Upon reaching a giant platform and defeating the Precursor soldiers on it, everyone also found numerous flesh elevators.
These elevators were the normal way to ascend and descend the tower.
Riding the flesh elevators upwards at high speed, everyone quickly reached the top of the tower.
The top of the tower was located within the giant biological structure in the sky.
According to the information revealed by the parasitized Precursor, the entire biological structure in the air covered an area of nearly a hundred kilometers.
Its purpose was to power the wormhole and the massive biological factories below.
"Screech... screech!"
Upon reaching the top of the tower, numerous fully armed Precursor soldiers, equipped with various biological symbiotic weapons, swarmed forward, attempting to defeat the invaders in front of them.
However, although large in size, the number of these Precursor soldiers was still too small, and they quickly fell under the overwhelming firepower of the Universal Union soldiers.
"This is the control panel."
Arriving at the edge of the top of the tower, Hank and the others saw an ancient stone control panel, covered with a mass of writhing flesh, which looked extremely sanity-draining.
"This is Death Squad. We have found the wormhole control panel."
"Ambassador-level Precursor captured, currently en route to your location. Hold your ground!"
"Received."
As soon as the words fell, large numbers of Precursor soldiers and various seven-to-eight-meter-tall small biological weapons swarmed up from the base of the tower, launching an attack on the people on the top platform.
On Earth, everyone aboard the Olympus Mons was intently watching the wormhole deep beneath the sea.
Due to the energy field around the wormhole blocking signal transmission, they couldn't ascertain the specific situation on the other side.
The only good news was that the wormhole hadn't been closed yet, indicating that the Precursors had lost control of it.
"Mech signals detected! It's our people!"
As the words fell, several damaged mechs flew out of the wormhole.
"Betelgeuse! The planet behind the wormhole is near Betelgeuse!"
The pilots in these mechs immediately transmitted a series of coordinate information to the Olympus Mons.
"Betelgeuse? That's surprisingly close."
Although Marcus knew the location of the planet behind the wormhole, he wasn't in a hurry to dispatch the Universal Union's war fleet.
Firstly, most of the Universal Union's warships currently installed the same Shockpoint Engine as the Ishimura.
Their speed was approximately a thousand times the speed of light.
It would take seven to eight months to reach Betelgeuse.
Clearly, even if they left immediately, they wouldn't be able to provide timely support to the mech forces behind the wormhole.
They could only hope that the forces there would quickly gain control of the wormhole, allowing the Universal Union's war fleet to pass through.
"Look outside, it's the support team."
Inside the flesh tower, those fending off the continuous waves of Precursor soldiers and small biological weapons looked outside.
They saw several Na'vi mechs directly climbing the flesh on the outside of the tower, ascending tens of thousands of meters into the sky, arriving around the top platform.
"Thump!"
A mechanical long tail swept across, instantly clearing all Precursor forces on the platform.
At the same time, a giant mechanical hand extended and landed on the platform.
The kill squad, escorting the Ambassador-class Precursor, jumped down from above.
"Mission objective delivered."
"Ground mech forces are under immense pressure, begin controlling the wormhole immediately!"
Chris' voice rang out.
He wasn't exaggerating.
Not only were there endless Precursor biological weapons.
Even from the surrounding flesh factories, numerous flesh turrets extended, spraying massive amounts of highly toxic blue blood at the mech forces.
Fortunately, because all of the Universal Union's mechs were equipped with ion shields, they didn't suffer too much damage, and all mechs still had combat capability.
But the Earth Government's mechs were different; Cherno Alpha and Crimson Typhoon had already sustained considerable damage, and the other mechs were also injured.
However, the battle results achieved by the mech forces were also terrifying.
Hundreds of Precursor biological weapons of Level 5 and above had been killed, and even one massive flesh factory was engulfed in the flames created by the Purifier Colossus.
"Received."
"Begin parasitism."
Krauser once again secreted Superior Plaga from his body and implanted them into the giant Ambassador-class Precursor before him.
The parasitism process went smoothly, though it took longer than parasitizing lower-level Precursors.
"Immediately control the wormhole, make it rise to sea level, and expand its range."
The Ambassador-class Precursor, whose entire nervous system was completely dominated by the Superior Plaga Parasite, had lost its ability to act independently and could only allow Krauser, who possessed the Dominant Plaga, to command him, then execute unconditionally.
The Ambassador-class Precursor stepped forward to the ancient stone control panel, slashing his body with his claws, and a large amount of blood dripped from the wounds, flowing into the container at the center of the control panel.
A few seconds later, biological detection passed, and control permissions were granted.
The Ambassador-class Precursor began performing various complex operations with his four arms.
With each action completed, the giant biological mass in the air would show violent fluctuations.
Correspondingly, the wormhole on Earth was also undergoing changes.
The wormhole, originally fixed at the deepest part of the seabed, began to rise rapidly.
The seawater along the way was evaporated and vaporized by the high temperature emitted by the wormhole.
And, as it rose, the size of the wormhole was also expanding at a constant rate.
By the time the entire wormhole emerged from the water, its diameter had reached five hundred meters, enough for the three-hundred-meter-wide Olympus Mons to pass directly through.
"Ah—gah—squeak," the wormhole's current energy reserves can only expand it this much."
Krauser could understand the meaning of the words from the parasitized Ambassador-class Precursor.
"Earth will understand what we mean."
Just as Hank said.
On Earth, on the other side of the wormhole, watching the wormhole suddenly surface.
the Universal Union and the Earth Government knew that the mech forces' operation had succeeded.
They had not only obtained the coordinates of the planet on the other side of the wormhole but also directly controlled the wormhole itself.
Undoubtedly, this was a glorious victory.
"Full speed ahead!"
Admiral Kotch gave the order.
Engines started, and the entire Olympus Mons plunged straight into the wormhole.
In an instant, the Olympus Mons appeared inside the giant biological mass.
Due to its massive size, parts of the Olympus Mons' hull had already touched the soft biological tissue, getting stained with some fluorescence.
"The mech forces' signal is below us."
"Release the Typhoon Fighter squadron, provide immediate support."
Numerous Typhoon Fighters roared out, diving downwards.
At the same time, the Olympus Mons also turned its hull, accelerating downwards at an angle.
Soon, the Olympus Mons descended above the intense battlefield.
"All gun crews, open fire!"
Admiral Kotch, as the warship's Commander, excitedly gave the order.
For so long, the Olympus Mons had stayed on Earth with hardly any opportunities to engage.
The few times it did were merely using particle cannons to instantly kill a few Level 5 monsters, which could be described as uninteresting.
And now, as far as the eye could see, there were nearly a thousand giant Precursor biological weapons in action.
Even more were hanging on the surrounding flesh factories, still in slumber.
The Olympus Mons finally had its chance to show its prowess and demonstrate its terrifying firepower to everyone.
A full fifty high-speed barrage cannon turrets, twenty-four missile silos, one particle cannon, and several bomb bays in its belly capable of performing ground bombardment.
Under full fire, the Olympus Mons, as a single ship, unleashed firepower more terrifying than all the mechs below combined.
And let's not forget, the Olympus Mons was also a space carrier.
Numerous Typhoon Fighters were also continuously bombing every target within sight with missiles.
In mere moments, hundreds of giant Precursor biological weapons perished in a sea of fire.
"Boom!!!"
A single shot from the main giant particle cannon directly pierced through the adjacent giant biological factory.
"Let these Precursor aliens witness the Universal Union's true firepower!"
The ground mech forces, having received support, also began to rally, unleashing all their remaining ammunition without reservation.