Chapter 35: Base Destruction

General Stark came before Newton: "What did you see?"

Newton's eyes were vacant, and he mumbled indistinctly: "Kaiju invasion vanguard..."

"Snap out of it!" Stark's face darkened, he raised his hand and delivered a heavy slap, striking Newton squarely across the face.

Newton was knocked sideways by the slap, yet seemed to wake up instantly.

He grabbed Stark's arm: "General, listen to me! Those Kaiju, they aren't some unknown creatures at all, but a vanguard force sent by an Interstellar Colonial Empire to invade Earth!"

Newton swallowed hard with difficulty, and continued: "That empire has already invaded countless planets. When a planet's resources are sucked dry, they abandon it and turn to find the next target. And now, Earth is the juicy piece of meat they've set their sights on!"

"You mean, those monsters from Category I to Category IV are just scouts?" Stark's face grew even graver.

Newton nodded: "Exactly. The real main force is still behind!"

At this moment, a piercing alarm suddenly rang out in the base. Warning lights flashed wildly, bathing the entire hall in an eerie red glow.

Stark's pupils contracted sharply, his face turning grave in an instant: "It's a Kaiju invasion alarm!"

Voice not yet fallen, he had already whipped around, striding out of the room in great steps, rushing toward the Command Center. Seeing this, everyone hurriedly followed his steps, close behind.

Upon entering the Command Center, Stark headed straight for the main console.

At this time a technician stared at the constantly jumping data on the screen, face grave: "Reporting, General, detecting a new energy reaction! Located at the center of the Pacific!"

"What's the specific situation?" General Stark asked in a deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.

"This data is a bit off." The technician's fingers flew across the keyboard, "This Kaiju's size and energy far exceed previous Kaiju, it's almost reached the limit of a Category IV Kaiju!"

Doctor Herman frowned in puzzlement, turning to that technician: "Are you sure there's only one Kaiju? No other anomalies detected?"

The technician explained: "Currently we've only detected one energy signal."

"Impossible!" Herman suddenly raised his voice, the volume echoing in the Command Room, "According to my calculation model, this attack must be a Double Event, it can't be just one!"

Herman waved his cane excitedly as he came before the screen, eyes full of disbelief: "My model has never been wrong, it precisely predicted the Kaiju attack pattern every time. This time absolutely cannot be an exception!"

Just then, the ever-silent General Stark raised a hand to cut off the two.

"Enough!" he shouted loudly, his voice exploding in the Command Room, "Now is not the time to discuss these things!"

He turned to face all personnel, tone resolute: "Immediately summon all Pilots, have them prepare, head to their respective Jaegers!"

General Stark turned to look at Uchiha Fugaku: "You come too."

Fugaku nodded slightly, following Stark's steps.

The entire base instantly entered a wartime state, alarm sounds reverberating in every corner, red warning lights flashing non-stop, painting the corridors as if stained with blood.

Staff had no time for words, each face grave, rushing about. They quickly shuttled between posts, throwing themselves into their work in a tight, orderly manner.

The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if even breathing had become heavy.

Soon, the two arrived at a suspended Passage. This Passage led straight to the Jaeger's Cockpit, the necessary path for Mecha Hunters before sortie.

Other Combat Personnel had already begun busily donning gear. Sounds of metal clashing rose and fell.

Just then, Chuck emerged from some corner of the crowd. He shoved past those around him, walking straight up to Uchiha Fugaku, a provocative smile hanging on his face. "Hey, outsider," Chuck said in a flippant tone, "This Kaiju isn't comparable to the last one. This is a genuine Category IV Kaiju, your little tricks aren't even enough to stick between its teeth. I'll let people know who their true Hero is."

Uchiha Fugaku, hearing this, merely glanced at Chuck indifferently, then shifted his gaze away again.

Many young people just entering the battlefield in the Ninja World are like this, young and vigorous, liking to show off, but once truly on the battlefield, they're often the first batch to fall.

Seeing this, Chuck's face instantly flushed red. He clenched his fists, eyes burning with rage, clearly thoroughly enraged by Fugaku's attitude.

Just then a tall, sturdy middle-aged man with a resolute face stepped quickly out from the crowd — it was Heka.

He pulled Chuck away in one motion, movement clean and decisive, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Chuck, watch your words! Now is not the time for fooling around."

Chuck's face changed at Heka's words, but he still stubbornly held his head high, letting out a disgruntled hmph.

Heka cast an apologetic glance at Uchiha Fugaku, saying sincerely: "Sorry, this kid just runs his mouth a bit, please don't take offense."

Then a friendly smile appeared on his face. "I'm Herc Hansen, one of the Pilots of the Eureka Striker. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Uchiha."

Uchiha Fugaku looked at the man before him and nodded.

Just then, General Stark's resonant voice suddenly reverberated through the base.

"The Kaiju is preparing to make landfall at the City Port, we need to intercept before it lands, minimize casualties as much as possible!"

The moment Stark finished giving the order, a technician to the side suddenly cried out in alarm: "General! The Kaiju's movement speed suddenly increased! Its signal is rapidly approaching the coastline!"

Voice not yet fallen, another even more urgent shout: "Wait. Signal signal disappeared!"

"What?!" Stark's face changed instantly, he whipped his head toward that technician, eyes full of disbelief.

The technician stared at the screen, fingers flying on the keyboard, brows tightly knit: "Currently unable to detect any energy reaction!"

For a moment, the entire Command Room fell into an eerie silence, everyone holding their breath, faces written with confusion and unease.

Just then, the ground suddenly began to tremble violently, as if an invisible giant hand was fiercely shaking the earth.

Everyone stood unsteady, stumbling to grab nearby objects, trying to steady themselves.

Boom! Suddenly a huge explosion, the base's ground instantly blown open, countless rocks and dirt flying into the air.

Immediately after, a Colossus slowly rose from deep underground, forcibly prying open the ground beneath its feet, like an unstoppable wall of flesh, blocking everyone's sight.

Its massive body kept stretching upward, seemingly endless. Finally, its huge head pressed heavily against the Ceiling, and concrete debris fell like rain, pattering down onto its hard shell, making crisp knocking sounds.

Everyone looked up, all sucking in a cold breath, eyes full of incredulous shock.

It was actually a Giant Worm hundreds of meters long! Its body consisted of countless segments, each segment covered in terrifying reverse barbs, gleaming with cold light.

On its ferocious worm head, dozens of pitch-black small eyes encircled it, constantly rotating, glinting with a disgusting green light.

"Th-this is impossible!" General Stark stared wide-eyed, cold sweat pouring down his forehead: "How could they possibly know the Base's location?!"

(Chapter End)