Marvel's Kryptonian Scientist Chapter 270 270

"The invaders are still hiding sowhere unknown," Drex Valen said calmly. "But they clearly understand Earth better than we'd like."

Inside the command room, no one interrupted him.

"If they know how many superhumans Earth can deploy against the Kaiju, then increasing the number of simultaneous attacks across different regions becos the optimal strategy."

Drex's tone remained steady, analytical.

"S.W.O.R.D. only has so many resources. Earth's superheroes are limited in both numbers and mobility."

The holographic map of the Pacific rotated slowly in front of the room.

"The more they understand that weakness, the more likely they are to deploy the monsters across multiple oceans and coastlines simultaneously."

He tapped the display lightly.

"That forces Earth's defenders into constant reaction mode. Exhaustion. Delayed response tis. Strategic separation."

"And if one particularly dangerous Kaiju appears sowhere isolated... even the superheroes themselves could die."

Silence fell across the room.

Phil Coulson and Nick Fury both stood motionless in their black suits, but despite the cold spring weather, sweat had already soaked through their shirts.

The terrifying part wasn't that Drex's theory sounded dramatic.

It was that it sounded logical.

This was exactly how an intelligent invader would think.

Identify the enemy's weakness.

Exploit it rcilessly.

"Of course," Drex added suddenly, a faint smile touching his voice, "there's also a second possibility."

Everyone looked toward the speaker system.

"The invaders are idiots."

"They think six Kaiju are enough to destroy Earth, so they shut down the portal and stopped sending reinforcents."

No one in the room accepted that explanation for even a second.

Betting humanity's survival on the enemy being stupid would itself be stupidity.

Far beyond Earth's understanding, the creators of the Kaiju moved through dim organic corridors pulsing with alien bio-technology.

The Precursors.

Masters of engineered monsters.

Servants of Thanos.

"I didn't expect Lord Thanos to care this much about such a primitive little planet," one Precursor said in their distorted language.

This operation had been assigned personally.

Destroy Earth.

Locate the Asgardian called Loki.

Eliminate him.

Simple orders.

Which ant Thanos trusted the Precursors' capabilities.

"We cannot underestimate this world," another Precursor replied while adjusting the breathing apparatus attached to its body.

Two Kaiju had already been destroyed.

That alone was alarming enough.

But what truly unsettled them was Earth's weaponry.

That crimson beam descending from orbit...

The energy output had genuinely frightened them.

A civilization that hadn't even escaped its own solar system should not possess weapons like that.

Still, the Precursors had also learned sothing important.

The orbital cannon required downti between shots.

The delay between the destruction of the first two Kaiju had exposed a weakness.

Which was why they escalated imdiately.

Six Kaiju.

Six different attack vectors.

The monsters themselves were essentially mass-produced biological weapons.

Creating larger numbers simply required more cultivation ti.

To the fleets serving Thanos, Kaiju were considered advanced disposable troops.

But against a low-level civilization like Earth?

Even a single Kaiju possessed catastrophic destructive potential.

Several deployed simultaneously would overwhelm almost any planetary defense system.

The Precursors had already erased multiple civilizations using these thods.

They had experience.

More importantly, they had inherited intelligence gathered from the Chitauri's failed invasion.

Earth possessed powerful enhanced individuals.

"Superheroes."

The beings responsible for crushing the Chitauri assault.

But that wasn't a major concern.

No matter how strong a super soldier beca, unless they individually rivaled a starship, there were countless ways to deal with them.

What truly baffled the Precursors was sothing else entirely.

Earth's strongest protectors willingly risked their lives to save weaker mbers of their species.

It made no sense.

From the Precursors' perspective, a civilization possessing nurous super-powered warriors should elevate those individuals above everything else.

Their value exceeded entire populations.

Tens of thousands of ordinary lives could never compare.

Yet Earth's heroes still threw themselves into danger for people far beneath them in capability.

Primitive.

Irrational.

Wasteful.

As the Precursors connected a new spatial wormhole, the six Kaiju already moving through the Pacific accelerated toward separate destinations.

They had learned from the failures of Axehead and Scythehead.

This generation had enhanced mobility.

Unlike the earlier Kaiju, which had clumsily walked along the ocean floor...

These ones could swim.

And swim fast.

The entire objective was escalation.

Chaos.

Force Earth's limited defenders to split apart.

Any military vessels or submarines encountered along the way were imdiately destroyed.

anwhile, coastal cities along the Pacific Rim had already begun spotting massive tidal disturbances on the horizon.

The monsters were coming.

"If the Sword of Damocles isn't enough," Drex said casually, "then we'll use sothing stronger."

The mont he finished speaking, every screen in the command center was swallowed by brilliant golden light.

The glare lasted nearly fifteen seconds before fading.

Then the image resolved.

Natasha Romanoff's pupils contracted instantly.

"What the hell is that?"

Even Fury looked stunned.

For a mont, his expression resembled a fish staring blankly from a dinner plate.

Because rising slowly into the atmosphere was sothing enormous.

A warship.

Pure white.

Its sleek structure resembled an oversized execution blade pointed toward the heavens.

Satellite imagery rapidly zood in under S.W.O.R.D.'s control.

The scale beca clearer.

Nearly three hundred ters long.

Comparable in size to a Helicarrier.

And at the bow...

A massive primary cannon.

The room collectively felt its scalp go numb.

"A... battleship?" soone muttered weakly.

No.

Not a conventional battleship.

This thing had clearly been designed for space warfare.

Drex Valen had quietly built a floating interstellar warship.

"What's so surprising?" Drex asked lightly. "Raditz invaded Earth. The Chitauri invaded Earth. Shi'ar forces showed up. Now this."

A pause.

"If I hadn't prepared for this, that would've been strange."

Then he deliberately added:

"Right, Stark?"

Tony's face darkened instantly.

Without another word, he cut the communication feed.

The bastard was doing it on purpose.

Tony Stark had focused almost entirely on upgrading the Iron Man armor line.

And honestly?

He still believed he could build a ship like that himself.

Eventually.

But once again, Drex had gotten there first.

And annoyingly enough, Drex was right.

Earth had already suffered multiple alien invasions.

Why hadn't Tony seriously considered large-scale space combat platforms?

In the end, it wasn't really an issue of intelligence.

It was environnt.

Tony Stark grew up in Arica, a culture obsessed with individual heroism.

As a once-in-a-generation genius, he naturally pushed that mindset to its absolute extre.

Spaceships?

Were they cooler than Iron Man armor?

Clearly not.

anwhile, near the Bering Strait, another Kaiju was beginning to erge from the shallows.

Seawater cascaded from its dinosaur-like body as it stepped toward land.

Above it, targeting systems quietly locked on.