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Chapter 118
Marvel: Start Signing in with Megatron Chapter 77
Malekith quietly gazed at the stars outside, his dark eyes clearly brimming with intense ambition.
"Isn't it too risky for us to return like this?" the Adjutant asked in a low voice.
Malekith scoffed coldly, stating gravely, "No, quite the opposite. This is a golden opportunity. Martin's Infinity Stone is shattered, and his combat power has fallen to Skyfather-level. Although still powerful, he's not unbeatable... By returning to the World Tree, our Dark Elves race will spontaneously gain the World Tree's divine empowerment, so we won't be as weak as we are now... This is the best chance."
Malekith's face was cold, unknown power flickered in his pupils, swiftly replaced by intense ambition.
He would personally draw back the curtain on the War of the Ten Realms!
Chapter 148
Martin returned to Cybertron, and the first thing he did was head straight to the planet's core, standing before the Magic Orb.
This giant golden sphere floated quietly, constantly transmitting terrifying streams of data, directly managing the many cities across the entire Metal Planet.
Martin raised his hand and pressed it directly onto the Magic Orb, transferring Ultron's consciousness into it.
*Buzz!*
The Magic Orb immediately emitted a soft hum.
"Received unknown consciousness, examining... evaluating... identified as low-level intelligent lifeform, Ultron..." A rigid, mechanical voice emanated from the Magic Orb.
Compared to a terrifying supercomputer like the Magic Orb, Ultron was indeed an inferior, defective product.
"Upload Ultron, set him as an auxiliary AI program, elevate his Authority, and grant him the ability to upload into A-class and below technological creations on Cybertron," Martin said indifferently.
"Command accepted, configuring..." Instantly, all the Transformers across the planet received a message—the auxiliary AI program Ultron was online.
Now, Ultron had become an entity similar to Tony's AI butler J.A.R.V.I.S., but with a much wider coverage, directly encompassing countless technological creations across the planet and becoming well-known to many Transformers.
The effect produced by combining the immense processing power of the Transformers' own cognitive organs with the ubiquitous Ultron program was far more than a simple one plus one equals two.
After resolving the Ultron matter, Martin once again entered a period of quiet development on Cybertron, continuously multiplying the population from the Incubation Pods and constructing more gigantic cities.
Compared to the glory of Cybertron in his previous life, the one Martin built was truly too "desolate." The scarcity of Transformers meant there were few giant cities and War Fortresses across the entire planet.
"System, perform this week's Lottery Draw," Martin commanded.
"Performing three Full-Area Draws."
"Beep! Congratulations, Host, you have received the technology [Space Bridge]!"
"Beep! Congratulations, Host, you have received a black Energon Crystal!"
"Beep! Congratulations, Host, you have received the Transformer [Blaster]!"
Three consecutive notifications sounded.
"Huh, my luck this week is really good..." Martin stroked his chin, pleasantly surprised.
The Space Bridge, needless to say, was an upgraded version of the Ground Bridge. As long as one possessed the Universe coordinates, it could instantly teleport people or objects to their destination, similar to the Bifrost.
As for Blaster, Martin regarded him with even greater importance.
Soundwave, his top intelligence officer, had been assigned to Earth, solely focused on monitoring its various changes and burdened with the crucial task of digging towards the Earth's Core. Considering the preparations for a series of future Major Events, Soundwave – a top intelligence officer who combined wisdom, strength, immediate combat power, and command capabilities – absolutely could not be moved.
However, Cybertron also indeed needed an intelligence officer like Soundwave.
Martin opened Blaster's data template.
[Blaster]
[Autobot Army Intelligence Unit (Commander)]
[Personality: Humorous (Information filtering +35%)]
[Height: Meters]
[Energy: 6.3 Million]
[Chassis: Healthy]
[Combat Power: Level Three]
[Motto: The music is vibrant, my heart dances wildly.]
[Evaluation: The witty, humorous Blaster is a backbone of the Autobots' intelligence unit. He takes great pride in his information gathering work. Although his combat strength isn't outstanding, his calm mind and excellent judgment often allow him to defeat powerful enemies. His primary rival is Soundwave, and while he admires Soundwave's professional capabilities,]
"Hey, most handsome Creator in the entire Universe, the second most handsome Blaster in the Universe is ready to serve you."
As soon as Blaster appeared, he immediately snapped to attention and saluted, his gesture intentionally exaggerated.
"You will serve as the intelligence officer for Cybertron's highest intelligence department, responsible for receiving and processing all forms of intelligence, and simultaneously monitoring all information transmitted throughout the Universe."
Martin's face remained impassive, his heart unmoved by Blaster's flattery.
*Heh*, the most handsome in the Universe? Isn't that an obvious fact? Any non-blind person would be stunned by his dashing handsomeness with just a glance.
Subconsciously, Martin, with a cold expression, glanced down at his attire, then meticulously straightened his tie, clasped his hands behind his back, and adopted an indifferent expression that said, "Don't praise me, I know I'm handsome."
Blaster scratched his head, emitting grating metallic friction sounds. "Hmm, Soundwave is still on Earth... Ha, then the future chief intelligence officer will definitely be me! Please rest assured, I won't let any rustle of leaves in the entire Universe escape my notice!"
*Rumble, rumble, rumble...*
Blaster strode off to execute his mission.
"More and more Transformers are appearing, and many of those born from the Incubation Pods have gradually grown up..."
Martin stroked his chin and slowly walked to the window, silently gazing at the bustling scene outside.
As the planet's capital, it was understandable that the Transformers living here represented the pinnacle of every field.
After a while.
Wanda arrived.
"I... I felt a familiar power flash through the Universe, but I'm not sure if I was mistaken..." Wanda hesitated, but eventually found Martin and spoke.
"Perhaps, don't worry about it. Where's Pietro?" Martin asked.
"My brother is still training his speed. He's already reached thirty times the speed of sound!"
"Only thirty times... Terrible."
Martin sighed, truly feeling a bit despairing about Pietro's speed. He remembered that in his previous life, the fastest Pietro's speed was... light speed?
Well, light speed seems quite fast... *Bullshit!*
It was more than enough to be a Superhero on Earth, but in the entire Multiverse, this speed was simply too pathetic to witness.
Martin had given up on Pietro becoming the Marvel version of Flash. After all, Marvel didn't have the Speed Force, so no matter how fast he got, it was still just that.
Compared to Pietro, was Wanda truly more valuable to him?
"What are you looking at?" Wanda felt a little flustered being stared at like that, her heart pounding, her face starting to flush.
"I'm looking at the most beautiful flower in the world," Martin said, staring intently.
"You..." Wanda couldn't help but retreat a few steps, but the next second, Martin took a single step directly in front of her, cornering her against the wall. His seemingly casual hand, placed on her, emitted a fiery glow.
Outside.
Deathstrike was rigorously training Pietro, watching him tire out like a dog. But then, her ears twitched, her beast-like senses picking up a faint, indistinct sound. Instantly, her mood worsened even further.
"You're slower than a snail! Faster! If you don't reach forty times the speed of sound, I'll starve you for a week!!!"
Chapter 149
Malekith, with his mighty army, grandly entered the Domain of the World Tree. This marked the return of the Dark Elves race after a long period of time.
Malekith himself set out directly, descending along the World Tree. After reaching the Lower Three Realms, he didn't hesitate, continuing his descent even further.
"Hela's Hel is already the lowest point of the Nine Realms, but few know that beneath Hel, in the deepest layer of extreme Chaos, disorder, and Sin, a terrifying Demonic Dragon is hidden."
Malekith's dark eyes fixated on the depths below, a morbid frenzy appearing on his face.
The further down the World Tree one went, the more chaotic and dangerous the rules became. And at the roots of the World Tree, a Demonic Dragon was constantly gnawing at them.
Malekith had come this time specifically for this Demonic Dragon.
Soon, he continued his descent, ultimately reaching the deepest layer of the World Tree. Even as a Skyfather-level being, he felt a heavy sense of oppression here.
"Demonic Dragon Nidhogg, I have come to discuss a partnership," Malekith said deeply.
In an instant, a terrifying red light suddenly flared in the Darkness. Immediately after, a monstrous figure burst forth, and amidst its fierce roar, its terrifying Divine Power, profound and utterly steeped in Sin, erupted after accumulating for countless years.
"Dark Elves, you actually haven't all died out yet."
Nidhogg flew out, its monstrous form, seemingly capable of engulfing a world, came to a crashing halt before Malekith after several swift movements.
Its black physique was as colossal as a continent.
Compared to such a terrifying Demonic Dragon, the Skyfather-level Malekith appeared incredibly small.
"Join forces with me to bring Ragnarök to the Nine Realms, and upon the ruins of the World Tree, bring despair to all these worlds," Malekith said gravely, spreading his arms wide.
Nidhogg gazed indifferently down at the little ant before it, maliciousness flickering in its blood-red eyes. Its two massive wings flapped behind it, causing tremors in the Lower Three Realms.
It had been sealed at the tree roots for too long, so long that to survive and to gain the power to destroy the World Tree, it had furiously gnawed at the roots, forcing itself to grow stronger in this manner.
Malekith said gravely, "Odin is dead, Asgard has fallen, and the Gods have been almost completely massacred by that terrifying individual. The greatest obstacle before you has vanished, and with the Infinity Stone shattered, now is the best time... the best time to crush all worlds."
Nidhogg gazed coldly down at Malekith, a subtle mockery in its cruel and sin-filled eyes. Finally, after this standoff continued for a long time, Malekith's entire body tensed, and streams of Divine Power spontaneously surged forth.
This Dragon of Sin exerted too much pressure on him.
"Very well, I agree to your partnership. However, you must also be prepared to be hunted by me. My lifelong goal has always been the destruction of the World Tree." Nidhogg suddenly roared, and rolling black light spread upwards along the tree roots.
Malekith breathed a sigh of relief and calmly said, "Of course, destroying the Nine Realms is also my goal..."
Not long after, many worlds began to feel uneasy, frantically poring over ancient texts, trying to figure out what this mysterious roar from the deepest layer was.
(end of chapter)
Malekith quietly gazed at the stars outside, his dark eyes clearly brimming with intense ambition.
"Isn't it too risky for us to return like this?" the Adjutant asked in a low voice.
Malekith scoffed coldly, stating gravely, "No, quite the opposite. This is a golden opportunity. Martin's Infinity Stone is shattered, and his combat power has fallen to Skyfather-level. Although still powerful, he's not unbeatable... By returning to the World Tree, our Dark Elves race will spontaneously gain the World Tree's divine empowerment, so we won't be as weak as we are now... This is the best chance."
Malekith's face was cold, unknown power flickered in his pupils, swiftly replaced by intense ambition.
He would personally draw back the curtain on the War of the Ten Realms!
Chapter 148
Martin returned to Cybertron, and the first thing he did was head straight to the planet's core, standing before the Magic Orb.
This giant golden sphere floated quietly, constantly transmitting terrifying streams of data, directly managing the many cities across the entire Metal Planet.
Martin raised his hand and pressed it directly onto the Magic Orb, transferring Ultron's consciousness into it.
*Buzz!*
The Magic Orb immediately emitted a soft hum.
"Received unknown consciousness, examining... evaluating... identified as low-level intelligent lifeform, Ultron..." A rigid, mechanical voice emanated from the Magic Orb.
Compared to a terrifying supercomputer like the Magic Orb, Ultron was indeed an inferior, defective product.
"Upload Ultron, set him as an auxiliary AI program, elevate his Authority, and grant him the ability to upload into A-class and below technological creations on Cybertron," Martin said indifferently.
"Command accepted, configuring..." Instantly, all the Transformers across the planet received a message—the auxiliary AI program Ultron was online.
Now, Ultron had become an entity similar to Tony's AI butler J.A.R.V.I.S., but with a much wider coverage, directly encompassing countless technological creations across the planet and becoming well-known to many Transformers.
The effect produced by combining the immense processing power of the Transformers' own cognitive organs with the ubiquitous Ultron program was far more than a simple one plus one equals two.
After resolving the Ultron matter, Martin once again entered a period of quiet development on Cybertron, continuously multiplying the population from the Incubation Pods and constructing more gigantic cities.
Compared to the glory of Cybertron in his previous life, the one Martin built was truly too "desolate." The scarcity of Transformers meant there were few giant cities and War Fortresses across the entire planet.
"System, perform this week's Lottery Draw," Martin commanded.
"Performing three Full-Area Draws."
"Beep! Congratulations, Host, you have received the technology [Space Bridge]!"
"Beep! Congratulations, Host, you have received a black Energon Crystal!"
"Beep! Congratulations, Host, you have received the Transformer [Blaster]!"
Three consecutive notifications sounded.
"Huh, my luck this week is really good..." Martin stroked his chin, pleasantly surprised.
The Space Bridge, needless to say, was an upgraded version of the Ground Bridge. As long as one possessed the Universe coordinates, it could instantly teleport people or objects to their destination, similar to the Bifrost.
As for Blaster, Martin regarded him with even greater importance.
Soundwave, his top intelligence officer, had been assigned to Earth, solely focused on monitoring its various changes and burdened with the crucial task of digging towards the Earth's Core. Considering the preparations for a series of future Major Events, Soundwave – a top intelligence officer who combined wisdom, strength, immediate combat power, and command capabilities – absolutely could not be moved.
However, Cybertron also indeed needed an intelligence officer like Soundwave.
Martin opened Blaster's data template.
[Blaster]
[Autobot Army Intelligence Unit (Commander)]
[Personality: Humorous (Information filtering +35%)]
[Height: Meters]
[Energy: 6.3 Million]
[Chassis: Healthy]
[Combat Power: Level Three]
[Motto: The music is vibrant, my heart dances wildly.]
[Evaluation: The witty, humorous Blaster is a backbone of the Autobots' intelligence unit. He takes great pride in his information gathering work. Although his combat strength isn't outstanding, his calm mind and excellent judgment often allow him to defeat powerful enemies. His primary rival is Soundwave, and while he admires Soundwave's professional capabilities,]
"Hey, most handsome Creator in the entire Universe, the second most handsome Blaster in the Universe is ready to serve you."
As soon as Blaster appeared, he immediately snapped to attention and saluted, his gesture intentionally exaggerated.
"You will serve as the intelligence officer for Cybertron's highest intelligence department, responsible for receiving and processing all forms of intelligence, and simultaneously monitoring all information transmitted throughout the Universe."
Martin's face remained impassive, his heart unmoved by Blaster's flattery.
*Heh*, the most handsome in the Universe? Isn't that an obvious fact? Any non-blind person would be stunned by his dashing handsomeness with just a glance.
Subconsciously, Martin, with a cold expression, glanced down at his attire, then meticulously straightened his tie, clasped his hands behind his back, and adopted an indifferent expression that said, "Don't praise me, I know I'm handsome."
Blaster scratched his head, emitting grating metallic friction sounds. "Hmm, Soundwave is still on Earth... Ha, then the future chief intelligence officer will definitely be me! Please rest assured, I won't let any rustle of leaves in the entire Universe escape my notice!"
*Rumble, rumble, rumble...*
Blaster strode off to execute his mission.
"More and more Transformers are appearing, and many of those born from the Incubation Pods have gradually grown up..."
Martin stroked his chin and slowly walked to the window, silently gazing at the bustling scene outside.
As the planet's capital, it was understandable that the Transformers living here represented the pinnacle of every field.
After a while.
Wanda arrived.
"I... I felt a familiar power flash through the Universe, but I'm not sure if I was mistaken..." Wanda hesitated, but eventually found Martin and spoke.
"Perhaps, don't worry about it. Where's Pietro?" Martin asked.
"My brother is still training his speed. He's already reached thirty times the speed of sound!"
"Only thirty times... Terrible."
Martin sighed, truly feeling a bit despairing about Pietro's speed. He remembered that in his previous life, the fastest Pietro's speed was... light speed?
Well, light speed seems quite fast... *Bullshit!*
It was more than enough to be a Superhero on Earth, but in the entire Multiverse, this speed was simply too pathetic to witness.
Martin had given up on Pietro becoming the Marvel version of Flash. After all, Marvel didn't have the Speed Force, so no matter how fast he got, it was still just that.
Compared to Pietro, was Wanda truly more valuable to him?
"What are you looking at?" Wanda felt a little flustered being stared at like that, her heart pounding, her face starting to flush.
"I'm looking at the most beautiful flower in the world," Martin said, staring intently.
"You..." Wanda couldn't help but retreat a few steps, but the next second, Martin took a single step directly in front of her, cornering her against the wall. His seemingly casual hand, placed on her, emitted a fiery glow.
Outside.
Deathstrike was rigorously training Pietro, watching him tire out like a dog. But then, her ears twitched, her beast-like senses picking up a faint, indistinct sound. Instantly, her mood worsened even further.
"You're slower than a snail! Faster! If you don't reach forty times the speed of sound, I'll starve you for a week!!!"
Chapter 149
Malekith, with his mighty army, grandly entered the Domain of the World Tree. This marked the return of the Dark Elves race after a long period of time.
Malekith himself set out directly, descending along the World Tree. After reaching the Lower Three Realms, he didn't hesitate, continuing his descent even further.
"Hela's Hel is already the lowest point of the Nine Realms, but few know that beneath Hel, in the deepest layer of extreme Chaos, disorder, and Sin, a terrifying Demonic Dragon is hidden."
Malekith's dark eyes fixated on the depths below, a morbid frenzy appearing on his face.
The further down the World Tree one went, the more chaotic and dangerous the rules became. And at the roots of the World Tree, a Demonic Dragon was constantly gnawing at them.
Malekith had come this time specifically for this Demonic Dragon.
Soon, he continued his descent, ultimately reaching the deepest layer of the World Tree. Even as a Skyfather-level being, he felt a heavy sense of oppression here.
"Demonic Dragon Nidhogg, I have come to discuss a partnership," Malekith said deeply.
In an instant, a terrifying red light suddenly flared in the Darkness. Immediately after, a monstrous figure burst forth, and amidst its fierce roar, its terrifying Divine Power, profound and utterly steeped in Sin, erupted after accumulating for countless years.
"Dark Elves, you actually haven't all died out yet."
Nidhogg flew out, its monstrous form, seemingly capable of engulfing a world, came to a crashing halt before Malekith after several swift movements.
Its black physique was as colossal as a continent.
Compared to such a terrifying Demonic Dragon, the Skyfather-level Malekith appeared incredibly small.
"Join forces with me to bring Ragnarök to the Nine Realms, and upon the ruins of the World Tree, bring despair to all these worlds," Malekith said gravely, spreading his arms wide.
Nidhogg gazed indifferently down at the little ant before it, maliciousness flickering in its blood-red eyes. Its two massive wings flapped behind it, causing tremors in the Lower Three Realms.
It had been sealed at the tree roots for too long, so long that to survive and to gain the power to destroy the World Tree, it had furiously gnawed at the roots, forcing itself to grow stronger in this manner.
Malekith said gravely, "Odin is dead, Asgard has fallen, and the Gods have been almost completely massacred by that terrifying individual. The greatest obstacle before you has vanished, and with the Infinity Stone shattered, now is the best time... the best time to crush all worlds."
Nidhogg gazed coldly down at Malekith, a subtle mockery in its cruel and sin-filled eyes. Finally, after this standoff continued for a long time, Malekith's entire body tensed, and streams of Divine Power spontaneously surged forth.
This Dragon of Sin exerted too much pressure on him.
"Very well, I agree to your partnership. However, you must also be prepared to be hunted by me. My lifelong goal has always been the destruction of the World Tree." Nidhogg suddenly roared, and rolling black light spread upwards along the tree roots.
Malekith breathed a sigh of relief and calmly said, "Of course, destroying the Nine Realms is also my goal..."
Not long after, many worlds began to feel uneasy, frantically poring over ancient texts, trying to figure out what this mysterious roar from the deepest layer was.
(end of chapter)
