Chapter 207: The Universal LA Corporation Will Take Over Here! Rebuilding Human Civilization!
Near the wormhole installations connecting Pacific Rim's Earth, the battle at Antistar raged on.
As the conflict escalated, an increasing number of starships and fighter squadrons surged out of the wormholes in an unrelenting torrent.
Under the relentless missile barrage of high-mobility gunboats, shuttles, and ornithopters, dense salvos streaked across the sky like shooting rain, their long white trails carving through the atmosphere before slamming into various regions of Antistar.
These missiles carried the highly heat-resistant Scorpius Virus, and specialized aircraft continued to scatter the virus throughout the air, releasing lethal spores.
The RCS-class cruisers in this operation did not play a primary offensive role. Instead, they served as massive platforms for deploying aerial units. Their purpose was straightforward: ferry fighter squadrons across Antistar and ensure that pilots evenly distributed the Scorpius Virus, covering every inch of the planet.
While these aerial units carried out the virus dissemination, the Astartes warriors tasked with the decapitation strike had already eliminated the Precursor High Priests across various locations.
In truth, the LA Corporation 's research team had long since infiltrated the Precursor network via matrix connections, intercepting every secret within their minds.
From technological principles to governance structures, the locations of High Priests, and even the coordinates of Precursor colonies—every classified detail had fallen into the hands of the LA Corporation .
This is why their assault was so precise and devastating!
Meanwhile, the Astartes warriors aboard their shuttles and fighters, having eradicated the Precursor High Priests, systematically destroyed the Kaiju production facilities.
Through the thick glass of the giant tubular incubation chambers, a single missile or a sustained burst of fire was all it took for the Astartes to obliterate the still-developing Kaiju.
Though some of these unfinished Kaiju sensed danger, they were nothing more than easy targets for the Astartes warriors.
With Antistar's wormhole installations secured, its leaders executed, and prisoners taken, the LA Corporation 's squadrons commenced large-scale virus dispersion over Precursor residential zones.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
The corporation's forces showed no mercy to the Precursors. The greatest honor they could bestow upon them was annihilation.
"ROOOOAAAR!!"
Just then, a newly arrived Infinity -Class dreadnought opened one of its rear hangar bays, releasing eight massive dragons, each with a wingspan of 50 meters.
These creatures were bioengineered by the corporation's biotechnology division, cloned and enhanced from the Banshee Beasts of Pandora. They were among the corporation's living weapons.
The eight crimson Banshee Beasts, with their four wings, resembled the legendary dragons of Norse mythology. They soared over Precursor cities, unleashing deafening roars.
Genetically enhanced, these red Banshee Beasts possessed significantly greater muscle strength and superior agility compared to their original counterparts.
They could rapidly map out flight paths in complex environments, and their reinforced skin and bones made them impervious to standard rifle rounds.
However, these bio-weapons were more symbolic than practical—production remained limited.
For reconnaissance, raids, and direct combat, they were far less efficient than shuttles, ornithopters, or gunboats.
But their sheer presence—majestic forms, striking colors, and terrifying aura—was enough to intimidate most alien civilizations.
In future extraterrestrial conquests, these Banshee Beasts would serve as banners of the corporation's might. Wherever they flew, the corporation's firepower would follow.
At that moment, the entirety of Antistar was shrouded in the dark mist of the Scorpius Virus and bombarded by relentless artillery fire.
Caught off guard by this "Fourth Calamity," the Precursors faced total annihilation.
After all, they had invested all their research into genetic engineering and wormhole technology.
In truth, despite being a near Type III civilization, the Precursors were, in some ways, no more advanced than indigenous species.
Even their interstellar travel relied on stolen wormhole technology.
Lacking close-in weapon systems or armor-piercing munitions, the Precursors were reduced to mere cannon fodder against the corporation's overwhelming firepower.
Within just an hour, more than half of Antistar's Precursor population was dead, and the number of casualties continued to rise.
Across the planet, the Astartes warriors maintained their assault, unleashing chaos and carnage in densely populated Precursor cities with relentless gunboat bombardments.
Occasionally, they encountered resistance from the Kaiju, but here—on Antistar, the Precursor homeworld—humanity had no need to worry about collateral damage.
The Kaiju that attempted to intercept the gunboats were simply obliterated by the Stormhawk Gunboats, with additional fire support from orbiting cruisers.
After eight hours of continuous assault, Antistar fell silent.
The majority of the Precursors had been eradicated.
Only a handful of survivors remained, hiding in underground tunnels, desperately clinging to life.
On the surface, the vast majority had either been poisoned by the Scorpius spores or torn apart by artillery fire.
At this point, the main invasion force began withdrawing back to Pacific Rim's Earth, leaving behind only a garrison fleet and Astartes units to eliminate any remaining resistance.
Meanwhile, in Antarctica—A Human City Under Siege
While the battle for Antistar raged on, another war erupted in Earth's Antarctic human city.
Upon learning of their Precursor overlords' downfall, human traitors launched a coup, attempting to seize control of the city.
Alarms blared throughout the metropolis.
The city's Defense Corps clashed with the insurgents, plunging the streets into a brutal firefight.
The deafening bursts of gunfire and thunderous artillery shells echoed across the metal-clad city.
Even as external threats loomed, the survivors found themselves engulfed in internal chaos.
Initially, the traitorous high-ranking officers, who controlled key weapons stockpiles and large military forces, held the upper hand over the PPDC Defense Corps.
But with cory's weapon shipments and the arrival of reinforcements from the LA Corporation , the tide of battle began to shift.
"Let's give these traitorous bastards a lesson they won't forget!"
Under a hail of gunfire, heavily armed soldiers took cover behind alleyways and barricades, their rifles barking in synchronized fury.
BOOM!
Suddenly, dozens of Skyhawk shuttles roared across the battlefield, releasing wave after wave of Ronin Titans directly into the enemy ranks.
With 2B artificial androids piloting the Titans, the towering mechs crushed traitors beneath their feet, shattering their defensive lines.
Flaming troop carriers, mangled corpses, and the agonized screams of the wounded painted a picture of absolute carnage.
In a hidden bunker, a Colonel in a gas mask and hazmat suit frantically reported to his superiors via comms:
"Mission failed. I repeat, mission failed! The enemy has reinforcements—we need backup immediately!"
But the response from headquarters was nothing but scorn:
"You incompetent fools! You can't even handle a force of barely two thousand Defense Corps soldiers?"
Hearing this, the already stressed-out Colonel snapped, bellowing into the radio:
"You bureaucratic, scheming parasites! Have you shoved your heads into the damn toilet?!"
"These aren't just Defense Corps soldiers! They have air support! They have freaking Titan mechs! If reinforcements don't arrive in ten minutes, don't blame me for defecting!"
"..."
As the words fell, the colonel furiously shut off the communication system and turned to face the chaotic command room.
What should have been an easy and crushing victory had somehow devolved into a catastrophic defeat.
"Damn it! Where did the Defense Forces dig up these troops? And those small mechas—where the hell did they come from? Wasn't the Hunter Program banned a long time ago?"
With a deep frown, the colonel paced back and forth in front of the central control panel. At this rate, the Defense Forces would break through to their location in another 20 minutes.
By then, all of them would be thrown into prison, awaiting trial by a military tribunal.
Although the colonel was not a puppet of the Precursors nor had he ever linked his mind to a Kaiju's brain, he greatly enjoyed the power he wielded under the support of the upper echelon.
In many cases, the privileged few who held power cared little for the survival of human civilization and even less for the plight of the impoverished masses below them.
As long as they could hold onto their power, it mattered not if they were accused of being incompetent figureheads or even traitors to humanity.
At that moment, an aerial fleet from the LA corporation coordinated with ground forces to unleash overwhelming firepower on the rebels below.
Under the high-mobility air units, the rebels became little more than conspicuous, stationary targets.
Before the rebel colonel could issue further orders, nearly 20 Chimera tanks and laser-equipped Basilisk tanks suddenly appeared on the main thoroughfare.
Seeing this, even the dullest of minds would realize that lasting another 10 minutes for reinforcements was a pipe dream.
Holding out for just five more minutes was already a daunting challenge.
Helplessly, the colonel issued an order over the communication system, instructing soldiers to throw every tank, armored vehicle, and usable piece of equipment into the fight.
Additionally, he promised to multiply their bonuses tenfold and award each of them a high-end apartment near the core metropolitan zone.
With great rewards come great risks.
The frontline rebels roared their enthusiastic responses.
"Yes, sir!"
The morale of the rebels surged as they fearlessly charged forward, launching reckless assaults on the Defense Forces.
What drove them wasn't the promise of a tenfold bonus but the allure of a luxury apartment—a life-changing reward for ordinary individuals.
However, what awaited them wasn't an opportunity to leap up the social ladder but deafening explosions and relentless artillery strikes.
Boom! Boom—!
Missiles dropped by the aerial fighters destroyed defensive fortifications across the streets. The rebel-constructed barricades crumbled under the barrage.
On the frontline, the combined array of the LA corporation's ground forces and the Defense Forces, protected by Chimera tanks, advanced steadily like an iron wall.
Facing hastily mobilized rebel tanks and various large-scale engineering robots, the LA corporation's tactical teams quickly devised countermeasures.
They summoned demolition experts armed with anti-tank rockets and called in air units to launch guided missiles, swiftly crushing the rebels' counteroffensive.
As plasma missiles and new advanced weaponry illuminated the battlefield, despair engulfed the colonel in the command room.
They had lost, and lost utterly.
Just as the colonel decided to lead his men in surrender, hoping to save his own skin, two missiles silently fell on the command room.
Boom—!!
With a thunderous explosion, the rebel command center was reduced to rubble, and the colonel was obliterated.
Without the colonel's leadership, the rebels on the frontlines instantly lost their morale.
No one cared anymore about bonuses or luxury apartments—they only wished they had more legs to flee.
Three minutes later, the main road leading to the city's core was fully controlled by the LA corporation.
Meanwhile, combat units aboard the Wasp and Stormhawk gunships arrived at key locations across this Antarctic city.
After extensive reconnaissance, they had pinpointed the locations of rebel leaders, infiltrators, and generals.
Under orders from headquarters, these soldiers launched a swift assault on the traitors.
Notably, the soldiers of the "Iron Hand" Astartes Reserve Regiment executed a brutal hunt for high-ranking rebels with their aggressive combat style.
Against such overwhelming and well-prepared forces, the rebels crumbled entirely, with key human leaders being systematically eliminated.
Before long, the LA corporation's forces took control of the city's core, severing the rebels' communications and command networks.
Adding to the psychological blow, two massive, Leviathan-class battleships loomed over the city like steel behemoths, casting an oppressive shadow over the rebels and civilians alike.
With internal chaos and external pressure, the rebels completely collapsed. Most surrendered unconditionally, bowing to this mysterious new force.
Only a handful of brainwashed soldiers, loyal to the Precursors, continued to hide in chaotic residential areas, hoping to resist to the bitter end.
But by then, it hardly mattered—Earth's corrupt human leaders were already being arrested en masse by the LA corporation's soldiers.
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Two days later.
The acrid smell of gunpowder had largely dissipated in the cold Antarctic winds. Children in the slums picked up scattered metal shell casings, playing with them curiously.
The piercing city alarms had long gone silent, and the sprawling metropolis returned to its former state, though its people now dared not stray from their designated zones.
Shops were shuttered, and only the occasional mischievous child darted through the hallways of towering buildings.
The adults, however, wore grave expressions, their anxious eyes fixed on the large billboards in central squares or the flickering images on their home televisions.
On screen stood a young man with a cold yet commanding presence, broadcasting live from the Human Federation's parliamentary hall.
"Citizens, I am Li Ang , CEO of the Universal LA acorporation. We will take over everything here and rebuild human civilization."
During his speech, Li Ang revealed the harsh truths of societal stratification and exposed the traitorous elite.
Some lived in comfort while others sacrificed themselves for humanity's survival, and the elites colluded with the Precursors, offering up humanity's future for personal gain.
As Li Ang 's revelations mounted, so did the public's fury. One thought consumed them: the traitors must die.
The broadcast ended with footage of the LA corporation's fleet obliterating the Precursor homeworld, Anteverse.
Images of the harsh conditions on Anteverse and its towering spire-like structures being leveled by missiles, scorpion-tail viruses, and laser cannons filled the screens.
Seeing the black spores disintegrate Precursors into ash upon contact, humanity felt a mix of shock and exhilaration.
Civilizations can only end conflicts when one is utterly destroyed—survival is humanity's ultimate resource.
The subsequent scenes showed plasma bombs incinerating every Kaiju on Earth.
At that moment, the survivors in Antarctica and Australia erupted in jubilant celebrations.
Human civilization had triumphed!
After the speech, high-ranking traitors and rebel leaders were transported to the LA corporation's prisons.
Although they deserved immediate execution, their knowledge was invaluable. Once their intelligence was extracted, they would serve as test subjects for genetic viruses or experimental drugs.
For the LA corporation's biotechnologists, no test subject was too many.
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At Universal Base Headquarters, Li Ang reviewed reports indicating that the situation on the Pacific Rim Earth was nearly resolved.
The remaining tasks included rebuilding livelihoods, revitalizing the economy, and restoring human civilization.
Examining the colonists' atrocities, Li Ang sighed, lamenting humanity's tendency to self-destruct.
"Looks like we arrived just in time. Any later, and humanity here might've been wiped out by the Precursors."
His advisors, Morgan, Lucy, and Song Zhaomei, remained silent, having witnessed the darkest sides of human nature during this operation.
Determined to avoid repeating such mistakes, they focused on ensuring humanity's unity and the LA corporation's success.
"Song Zhaomei, is the reconstruction plan for Pacific Rim Earth ready?" Li Ang asked.
"Yes, this is our preliminary draft. We'll adjust details based on real-world conditions," Song Zhaomei replied, transmitting the plan.
In two years, basic reconstruction would be complete, with the megacorporation gradually replacing the local currency system.
Resources from other universes would replenish supplies, industrial upgrades would create jobs, and welfare programs would encourage participation in rebuilding efforts.
Li Ang nodded in satisfaction. With capable subordinates managing operations, he could shift his focus to the next monumental project.
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