Inside the cargo hold of the *Luna* transport vessel;
The lighting was switched to red night vision mode by the pilot, plunging the environment into darkness. However, the "Homelander," clad in a black, close-fitting combat suit and wearing a specialized helmet, was completely unaffected. The combat suit had been equipped with lightweight armor at key points, and the unnecessary cape had been removed. The helmet, which only exposed the eyes, gave the Homelander a far less glamorous appearance than before.
The original Homelander had "disappeared" two years ago. Now, the Homelander was merely a humanoid bioweapon, devoid of consciousness or emotion, programmed solely to follow orders.
As for the massive "container" that occupied nearly 90% of the cargo hold, it was actually a disposable, multi-purpose deep-sea vehicle designed to withstand the immense pressure of the deep ocean. It could move underwater at speeds of up to 82 knots, equivalent to 151 kilometers per hour.
Since it was a one-time-use vehicle, hastily created for the "Eradication Plan," it only met the requirements for high power, large capacity, and serving as a launch platform, making its appearance somewhat "unsightly."
Beep!
Accompanied by a signal, the red night vision light was manually turned off by the pilot, plunging the cargo hold into complete darkness.
Whoosh!
As the hatch gradually opened, a wave of intense heat swept through the cargo hold, revealing the murky surface of the ocean outside to the Homelander.
Clang!
The rails connecting the deep-sea vehicle to the cargo hold emitted a faint metallic screech and sparks as it was launched out.
The Homelander ended its standby state as well, hovering just above the deck before adjusting its angle and flying out of the cargo hold.
Once outside, it became clear that there were a total of six *Luna* transport vessels, all maintaining a stealth mode and hovering over the ocean, each corresponding to one of the six deep-sea vehicles now in free fall.
Splash! Splash!
As the vehicles hit the water, they created massive splashes before rapidly diving, soon disappearing without a trace.
The Homelander, having already submerged, sped towards the ocean floor, clearing the path for the six vehicles as they headed toward the wormhole.
Meanwhile, in the cockpit;
The lead pilot monitored the deployment progress through the helmet display, then visually confirmed the final status through a sealed porthole at his feet before opening communications to report:
"This is Luna-Alpha transport fleet. All cargo has been successfully deployed. Returning to base."
"Frontline base received. Additionally, Ernie-06 has completed its bombing mission. Please be aware of your flight path and electromagnetic pulse (EMP)." A female operator's voice responded over the comms.
"Understood."
Closing communications, the pilot, along with the co-pilot, maneuvered the *Luna* transport back into the high-altitude orbit above the clouds.
During this time, the pilot double-checked all systems and functions, paying particular attention to the "EMP-resistant device" to ensure it was functioning properly because...
Ri~————Zhoooo————!!!!
Because twenty "suns" had suddenly risen in the northwest direction, casting a warm, dawn-like glow.
Even with the protection of sealed portholes and helmet screens, both the pilot and co-pilot instinctively squinted their eyes.
As the light gradually faded, they turned to face the northwest.
They witnessed the surface, usually shrouded in thick smog and unable to see sunlight through the clouds, suddenly cleared up after those twenty "suns" had risen.
In reality, the true source of this commotion was twenty strategic hydrogen bombs, each with a yield equivalent to 80 million tons of TNT.
Of course, this was the result of Atlas' nuclear engineers deliberately lowering the yield. If the full energy of each warhead had been unleashed, it could have affected the frontline base in South America, so they opted for "just enough."
"Wouldn't it be great if the aliens could really appreciate the beauty of a hydrogen bomb? It's a shame we can't witness and record their suffering firsthand," the co-pilot remarked wistfully.
"Those at the core of the hydrogen bomb won't feel much, but those a bit further away might." The pilot, no longer looking out the porthole, continued, "The bioweapons just released will directly attack the alien homeworld. If the company decides to release some of the footage, we might actually get to see them howling in despair."
"Hahaha, you're right. Let's wait and see," the co-pilot chuckled.
At the same time.
The bioweapons the two pilots mentioned had already reached a depth of 6,000 meters.
Normally, beyond a depth of 200 meters, the deep-sea environment is devoid of natural light. Even with powerful spotlights, it's difficult to observe the surroundings or the real-time situation.
This environment was still within the adaptable range for the Homelander, who possessed a unique respiratory system, exceptional endurance, and super-strong vision. The Homelander led the charge ahead of the deep-sea vehicles.
Perhaps due to the continuous detonation of twenty strategic hydrogen bombs, the Primal colonies deployed on Earth were severely damaged, drawing all their attention. Or perhaps the bioweapons posed far less of a threat than the giant mechs, so they faced no resistance from the monsters.
But more likely, the deep-sea vehicles continuously emitted Primal DNA signals, allowing them to approach the ocean floor smoothly.
Soon.
The Homelander spotted an orange "glow" in the distance.
As the distance shortened, the "glow" became clearer—it was the entrance to a wormhole situated in the center of an underwater volcanic range.
Seeing this, the Homelander and the six deep-sea vehicles accelerated further, successfully completing the "DNA scan verification" process using the decoded DNA information, and were swallowed by the wormhole emitting dazzling light, heading straight for the Primal homeworld—
Antistar.
From a deep-space perspective, this planet had a relatively thick atmosphere, yet its surface was extremely barren, devoid of the green of forests or the blue of oceans.
The desert-dominated land was in a state of "collapse," exposing the upper mantle of flowing magma, creating the strange phenomenon of seeing a star despite being "underground," as if the planet was only a step away from disintegration.
Coupled with high temperatures, high radiation, and toxic air, everything about this environment was an absolute death zone for humans. However, for the Primal species, who were born and raised on Antistar, this environment was "paradise"—comfortable and serene.
This extreme environment also drove them to continually strengthen their bodies through biotechnology.
Most notably, the position of Antistar within its star system was unique, as it had a small, stable wormhole located just 0.2 light-years away, serving as its "neighbor."
(The diameter of the solar system is about 0.032 light-years.)
This gave the Primal species the ability to engage in "random" hyperspace travel.
Below the mantle lay the core, and although the core had an extremely weak influence on the gravitational field, it was still detectable.
Meanwhile, the small wormhole, while causing negligible gravitational waves in the fabric of space, was only 0.2 light-years away from Antistar.
Even without an Einstein-like figure proposing the theory of general relativity in Primal history, they gradually learned over tens of thousands of years how to use the gravitational waves caused by the wormhole and the "ripples" or "gaps" created by interactions with Antistar's gravitational field to construct wormhole bridges to random unknown regions.
They would then send reconnaissance missions to explore these new worlds. If deemed suitable for colonization, they would keep the wormhole bridge open; if not, they would close it.
This allowed the Primal species to develop interstellar colonization capabilities even without faster-than-light engines.
Or rather, whether it's the Primal or humans, any intelligent life born in the vast universe is one of the "most" unique existences.
At this moment.
In the equatorial region of Antistar, at the top of a towering structure.
The space was spacious, well-lit, and featured neatly arranged soft seats and a large round table, resembling a conference hall for discussing important matters.
Buzz...
Suddenly, the door on the right side, like a contracting muscle, opened to allow a group of slender Primals to enter the hall.
These Primals had larger, whiter head crests, and some of their skin was blood-red, significantly different from ordinary Primals.
In fact, these were the highest leaders of their species. If compared to human civilization, their organizational structure and titles most closely resembled the College of Cardinals and various levels of bishops.
They silently moved to their respective seats, and once seated, the round table began to writhe and contract, generating visible electrical currents until it presented multi-faceted screens similar to holographic technology.
The screens displayed images of the Primal colonies on Earth being destroyed by hydrogen bombs.
"Rrraaaagh!"
The Primal archbishop seated at the head, with the largest head crest, began to speak harshly in their language.
Judging by its tone and demeanor, it was most likely expressing anger toward the humans of Universe 06.
Indeed, from the archbishop's perspective, their species had shown enough "mercy," even allowing humans to keep a piece of Antarctica, which was unsuitable for them.
Although they had used biotechnology and neural connection techniques to create many controllable clones and secretly infiltrated the Antarctic cities, preparing to dismantle human society from within...
These infiltration actions were meant to address their concerns about the nuclear threat.
After all, humans were just one of the many civilizations they were about
to exterminate. Why should they retaliate like mad dogs?
"Raaaagh!!!"
In the end, all the archbishops stood up and roared in unison, seemingly ready to send a massive number of monsters to launch a full-scale attack on the humans of Universe 06.
Boom! Boom!
???
But before they could fully vent their emotions, faint explosions were heard outside.
What's going on?
The confused archbishops rushed through the door on the left to an open-air platform.
Swish!
Just as they stepped outside, a human-made missile streaked over the tower, heading straight for a distant residential area of high towers.
Boom!
Upon reaching its designated location, the missile detonated as programmed, releasing a cloud of pale red mist.
The mist quickly descended and spread, soon blanketing the tower district.
Then, tens of thousands of "Primals" surged out of the residential area like a swarm, flooding in all directions, their unique screams and cries for help echoing everywhere.
What the hell is happening???
The archbishops knew that their "kin," moving at breakneck speeds beyond their physical limits, were spreading a virus through biting, and the red mist causing all this chaos was some type of bioweapon—something they, as experts in the field, quickly realized.
Their advanced biotechnology had long eradicated diseases, and their preference for anaerobic environments had extended their average lifespan to 2,000 Earth years.
But the archbishops couldn't understand how human missiles had reached Antistar.
After all, the Jaeger construction plan of the humans in Universe 06 had been stillborn. Even if the monsters guarding the wormhole bridge were distracted by the hydrogen bomb, any human transport actions before launching the hydrogen bombs would have been detected.
At worst, the forces guarding the wormhole bridge entrance on their home planet should have been able to eliminate the enemy immediately.
Yet, the reality before them made all the archbishops realize that Antistar had been reverse-invaded by humans!
"Rraaaagh!"
The leading archbishop roared again, seemingly trying to regain control of the situation and stabilize the morale.
"Rraaaagh!"
The other archbishops echoed loudly.
"!"
However, one of them suddenly raised its hand in panic, pointing to the sky.
Seeing this, all the archbishops turned and looked up, following the gaze of their kin, only to see the Homelander floating in the air.
Ri~——!!
Before they could process what was happening, the Homelander's eyes began to glow red.
Zhoo~——!!
Two high-energy laser beams shot out instantly, slicing the leading archbishop in half.
"Arrrgh!!!"
Witnessing their leader being bisected up close snapped the remaining archbishops back to reality. Some screamed and turned to flee, while others were so terrified that their legs gave out, leaving them unable to move.
At that moment, these Primals, who had lived for nearly three thousand Earth years, felt an unprecedented sense of panic as they realized their lives were in someone else's hands—a deep-seated fear of death.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
But the Homelander merely tilted its head slightly, letting the laser beams sweep in a fan-shaped arc from left to right, physically erasing all the archbishops.
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