The biological structures of creatures on Pandora are exceptionally unique, completely unlike Earth's organisms. However, as carbon-based life forms with fundamental cellular structures, they are still susceptible to the T-Virus.
Under the combined effects of the T-Virus and the Nemesis-Alpha, the body structures of these smaller beasts underwent drastic transformations. They soon sprouted hideous tentacles and fangs, their eyes turned crimson, and they plunged into a state of extreme madness. Driven by their new aggression, they even turned on and attacked other normal Pandora beasts.
"Record: The T-Virus and Nemesis-Alpha are effective on indigenous Pandora species. Duration is currently unknown." In the command tower of Hell's Gate Base, Wesker calmly observed everything unfolding on the battlefield. Beside him, PDF Soldiers Commanders continuously monitored the situation through the base's cameras and drone surveillance systems, issuing the latest combat orders.
Meanwhile, the RDA employees, specifically left behind to operate the base's defense system, were utterly terrified. In such a large-scale, intense war, countless lives were lost every minute, every second. Those with weaker psychological tolerance felt their stomachs churn and couldn't help but vomit.
"This isn't war, this is a massacre," someone murmured. Even RDA, to some extent, still upheld a semblance of benevolence and morality for the sake of its shareholders and investors. In fact, during their initial contact with the indigenous Na'vi of Pandora, a policy of peace was adopted. But the people before them were naked butchers, initiating a horrific genocide!
"Record: Tyrant Legion casualties: 0. No Tyrants have entered their second form due to severe injuries yet."
This was both a war and an experiment for Marcus and Wesker, designed to test the ultimate combat capabilities of the Tyrants. Based on the current battle, both were very satisfied. The Tyrants, fearless of death and absolutely obedient, could fully serve as the backbone of their army.
Soon, Wesker's superhuman vision keenly caught sight of a group of blue figures moving stealthily above the beast tide, within the dense tree canopy. "Na'vi detected. Specific numbers unknown."
"Ignore them. Focus on the beast tide," Marcus instructed through the communication channel. "Allow PDF Soldiers to conduct non-lethal counterattacks. I have other plans for these Na'vi." Receiving the order, Wesker relayed it down through the ranks. The Na'vi wielded only primitive weapons like bows and spears, which, though lethal under their formidable physical prowess, could not harm the Tyrants, who were encased in heavy armor. As for the PDF Soldiers, they remained dutifully hunkered down within their fortifications, safe from the Na'vi's spears and arrows.
Looking at the battlefield below, Marcus knew that if neither side committed more forces, the war would only continue to stalemate. The beast tide couldn't break through, and the PDF Soldiers couldn't advance. "Let these beasts taste the Purifier's flames." With that, Marcus opened his system panel and summoned a Purifier Colossus, dozens of meters tall, from his inventory.
"Rumble!" The Purifier Colossus's four massive feet plunged into the solid ground, anchoring itself. Immediately, its two giant thermal ray guns began spewing deadly beams, sweeping across the beast tide in front of the position. All beasts in the path of the beams were melted or even vaporized, while the accompanying walls of fire incinerated even more beasts into charcoal. Although they didn't know where the strange machine above them came from, since it was helping them strike the beast tide, the PDF Soldiers' morale instantly soared, and they poured out ammunition even more vigorously. In the command tower of Hell's Gate Base, the RDA personnel had become numb. The sudden appearance of the giant war machine merely further stimulated their frayed nerves.
The arrival of the Purifier Colossus shattered the previously fragile balance. In just one minute, over a thousand Pandora beasts died under its thermal rays. Its slaughter efficiency certainly lived up to the name "Purifier." The Na'vi hiding in the dense tree canopy looked with hateful eyes at the magnificent Purifier Colossus, as well as the Tyrants and PDF Soldiers in the position. Moments ago, when they had launched their attack, they were met with counterattacks from the PDF Soldiers and Tyrants.
If it weren't for Marcus's specific order and the Na'vi's timely evasion, they would have been shot full of holes. Just as they were about to mount their Banshee for a desperate struggle, they felt the undeniable will of Eywa. Eywa, the planetary consciousness of Pandora, was telling them to retreat. The Na'vi, who revered Eywa as a deity, could only suppress their anger and begin to withdraw.
Below them, the originally surging beast tide also ceased its charge and regained its senses. The biological instinct to survive began to reassert itself. Driven by the fear of death, these Pandora beasts turned around and began to flee. Seeing the beast tide disperse, the PDF Soldiers' morale immediately surged, and they rushed out of their fortifications, ready to pursue.
In the command tower, Wesker frowned and immediately halted this reckless action. A large part of the reason for such a successful outcome in this battle was the advantage of having pre-built positions and defensive fortifications, and defending by relying on Hell's Gate Base. Rashly pursuing into the dangerous Pandora rainforest would only lead to increased casualties.
"Clear the battlefield and report casualties." Soon, a compiled report was delivered to Wesker and Marcus. The number of PDF Soldier deaths was just over a hundred, primarily due to a defensive fortification at one of the front lines not being fully completed and subsequently breached by the beast tide. There were hundreds of injured, but almost none were severely wounded; all could receive on-site treatment and recover to full combat readiness. As for the Tyrants, due to their incredibly strong regenerative abilities, the concept of injury did not apply. And because they were protected by super-heavy armor, Tyrant casualties were 0.
Only one Tyrant nearly went berserk and entered its second form after being trampled by a giant beast.
"A glorious victory!" This number of casualties was well within an acceptable range. The PDF Soldiers' morale continued to rise; they were already eager to continue advancing outwards.
"Continue advancing outwards. Stabilize the front line on the spot by nightfall," Wesker ordered. In a short time, a beast tide of the same scale would not be able to gather nearby, presenting a good opportunity to advance outwards.
Standing up, Wesker looked at the RDA employees in the command tower. "Now it's time to deal with you people." Ignoring the horrified looks of the RDA employees, Wesker motioned for the PDF Soldiers to escort all of them back to their original landing craft. Immediately, the landing craft shot into the sky, heading towards the Star of Entrepreneurship in space.