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Chapter 13
Marvel: Start Signing in with Megatron Chapter 7
Martin, like a Deity, overlooked the slaughter of numerous steel behemoths. The piercing screams echoed over the ocean, lingering for a long time.
His gaze was filled with an unspeakable indifference and mercilessness. He looked at each dismembered enemy without any emotional fluctuation.
"If you act against me, you should be prepared for me to retaliate with cruel methods..."
Martin squinted, gazing ahead. In the seawater beneath his feet, streaks of brilliant crimson had appeared, a dazzling, intoxicating sight.
The world had grown quiet; it was truly wonderful.
After the hundreds of steel behemoths in front finished clearing out the enemies, they repeatedly scanned the sea surface with their optic sensors. After confirming there were no omissions, they slowly approached Martin, respectfully knelt on one knee, lowering their arrogant heads.
Everything seemed terrifying and dreadful, yet also incredibly awe-inspiring.
"Just a bunch of trash."
Megatron suddenly turned his head away, a look of disdain on his face: "These guys' Chassis materials are extremely inferior. Although they've been strengthened by the Allspark, ultimately, they're still limited by the material itself."
He, of course, had reason to despise them. Because if he were to act, despite these hundreds of large guys having cannons all over their bodies and looking terrifying, what was the reality? He could chop down all of them by himself!
Even if he stood still, letting these guys attack with full force, only passively enduring and never attacking, heh heh, this pile of scrap metal, even if they exhausted all their Energy, they wouldn't be able to leave even the slightest scratch on his powerful Chassis.
Orthodox Transformers should all be born from a device called an Incubation Pod. Whether it's the Chassis material or the various operating systems, everything would be well-equipped from the start. It just depended on what kind of genetic sequence the new Transformer born from it would awaken, whether skilled in close combat, scientific research, construction, or strategy...
Transformers born in this orthodox manner, unless they were the more fragile spy-type Transformers, their other Chassis were frighteningly robust. Catching laser cannons with bare hands was standard procedure.
"These guys, not only are their Chassis materials inferior, but their body structures are also extremely crude. Many parts just look mighty but are actually superfluous. On the battlefield, they would only hinder combat efficiency!"
Megatron was extremely critical. His red eyes constantly scanned, and he let out a sneer.
"Don't say that, Megatron. After all, they are our soldiers; don't discriminate."
Martin, however, smiled. He looked at these warriors with appreciative eyes. Honestly, he didn't dislike them at all, and there was truly nothing to dislike.
Megatron just had that bad temper. When his big red eyes glared, everyone looked like trash to him.
Whether you were awesome or not, it made no fundamental difference to Megatron. Because with just one glance, he would automatically categorize you as trash and look down on you. This guy even disdained The Thirteen Apostles. Given the chance, he would even stab Unicron in the back.
Only when he looked at Martin would a hint of sincerity and loyalty appear in his cruel, bloodthirsty eyes.
This was the true Megatron: ambitious, and ruthless in achieving his goals. This was also where his charisma lay.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
At this moment, hundreds or thousands of missiles, having traversed thousands of miles, came hurtling from all over America, leaving extremely long trails of white smoke in the sky.
A deafening roar resounded, precisely targeting Martin, who stood in the very center.
"Will it succeed? Can it blast this terrifying monster to death?"
"Die, Skurge the Executioner! You damned murderer!"
"He destroyed the Atlantic Fleet and killed all its servicemen. He's a Demon!"
Countless people watching this scene via satellite signals, some observing calmly, others gnashing their teeth, revealing deep fear. Facing such a Martin, no one was unafraid.
Some people even openly suggested launching Nuclear Missiles. If it weren't for Martin's location being too close to New York, this plan might actually have been approved, directly wiping out Martin and his army with Nuclear Missiles.
Megatron looked up, a cruel expression on his face, about to raise his hand and order countless Transformers to open fire, to blow these missiles out of the sky.
"No need, Megatron. Some of those high-ranking individuals need to truly understand how terrifying I am. I want them to learn what fear is, because... the times have changed. The era of Transcendent beings is about to begin, and I will personally usher it in!"
Martin closed his eyes. The Allspark's Power instantly erupted in all directions. With a rumble, it covered everything. That terrifying activation ability instantly transformed these countless powerful missiles into his own soldiers on the spot!
And what's more, the most terrifying self-destructing soldiers!
Those hiding behind screens watched blankly as missile after missile lost connection with their operating systems, then slumped onto their seats, faces filled with despair.
Static.
Martin's face suddenly appeared on the screens, his expression calm, as he spoke indifferently: "Feel fear, you arrogant fools. Your corpses will awaken some idiots."
As soon as he finished speaking, the massive number of missiles abruptly began to change direction. With a roar, they returned the way they came, rushing towards the various military bases!
Like a scene from the apocalypse!
【Rest assured, The Thirteen Apostles and the two Primal Transformers will all appear. Perhaps esteemed readers are more familiar with the two Factions, Decepticons and Autobots, but they might not know much about the history of Cybertron's development, especially The Thirteen Apostles who stand above the Primes. These thirteen individuals are formidable figures. Primus deliberately created these thirteen powerful beings to assist him in defeating Unicron. They will all appear one by one later. So... please cast your flowers and votes! Shamelessly asking for your support, the results these past two days haven't been as good as the first day!】
Chapter 17
All the missiles whistled back.
Some military bases attempted to activate their anti-interception systems, but they despairingly discovered that they had lost control of their bases!
"That Devil actually controlled our military bases? He'll go to Hell!"
A technical soldier screamed in despair, watching helplessly as the missiles on the screen descended. Below the screen was the command center of his base! Immediately, the soldier drew the pistol from his waist, tears welling in his eyes, and with a 'bang', he shot himself, leaving this despairing world a little earlier.
The moment after he pulled the trigger.
Boom!
Terrifying explosions rang out. All-consuming flames enveloped everything, incinerating it into ash. Numerous soldiers were directly engulfed, instantly burned to dust and died in agony.
The exploding missiles brought terrible disaster to many bases. But this was not the end.
Boom—
A slight tremor, shaking all of America, was felt. A colossal mushroom cloud soared into the sky in California, its beautiful mushroom-shaped cloud revealing a ferocious and ugly face to the entire world.
Everyone fell into a daze. Anyone who saw that mushroom cloud knew what it meant.
"A Nuclear Missile... a Nuclear Missile was actually detonated. Why is this happening...?" Someone collapsed to the ground, sobbing softly.
The whole world suddenly fell silent. No one dared to even breathe. They nervously deployed satellites, observing from space the man who had caused this nightmarish scene—Martin!
They only saw Martin slowly raising his head, revealing a smiling face, as if he had just done something trivial.
Indeed, it was a small matter. Detonating a Nuclear Missile just for fun, was it hard?
Any Level 4 Lifeform, with a casual yet serious blow, could cause consequences far more severe than a small Nuclear Missile. Unfortunately, no one could clearly realize this.
Before the strong, Nuclear Missiles were just toys.
"With this grand fireworks display, I hope those idiots can finally settle down. Wouldn't it be better to just quietly live out their lives and wait for death? Must they jump out to their deaths for trivial gains and pride?"
(end of chapter)
Martin, like a Deity, overlooked the slaughter of numerous steel behemoths. The piercing screams echoed over the ocean, lingering for a long time.
His gaze was filled with an unspeakable indifference and mercilessness. He looked at each dismembered enemy without any emotional fluctuation.
"If you act against me, you should be prepared for me to retaliate with cruel methods..."
Martin squinted, gazing ahead. In the seawater beneath his feet, streaks of brilliant crimson had appeared, a dazzling, intoxicating sight.
The world had grown quiet; it was truly wonderful.
After the hundreds of steel behemoths in front finished clearing out the enemies, they repeatedly scanned the sea surface with their optic sensors. After confirming there were no omissions, they slowly approached Martin, respectfully knelt on one knee, lowering their arrogant heads.
Everything seemed terrifying and dreadful, yet also incredibly awe-inspiring.
"Just a bunch of trash."
Megatron suddenly turned his head away, a look of disdain on his face: "These guys' Chassis materials are extremely inferior. Although they've been strengthened by the Allspark, ultimately, they're still limited by the material itself."
He, of course, had reason to despise them. Because if he were to act, despite these hundreds of large guys having cannons all over their bodies and looking terrifying, what was the reality? He could chop down all of them by himself!
Even if he stood still, letting these guys attack with full force, only passively enduring and never attacking, heh heh, this pile of scrap metal, even if they exhausted all their Energy, they wouldn't be able to leave even the slightest scratch on his powerful Chassis.
Orthodox Transformers should all be born from a device called an Incubation Pod. Whether it's the Chassis material or the various operating systems, everything would be well-equipped from the start. It just depended on what kind of genetic sequence the new Transformer born from it would awaken, whether skilled in close combat, scientific research, construction, or strategy...
Transformers born in this orthodox manner, unless they were the more fragile spy-type Transformers, their other Chassis were frighteningly robust. Catching laser cannons with bare hands was standard procedure.
"These guys, not only are their Chassis materials inferior, but their body structures are also extremely crude. Many parts just look mighty but are actually superfluous. On the battlefield, they would only hinder combat efficiency!"
Megatron was extremely critical. His red eyes constantly scanned, and he let out a sneer.
"Don't say that, Megatron. After all, they are our soldiers; don't discriminate."
Martin, however, smiled. He looked at these warriors with appreciative eyes. Honestly, he didn't dislike them at all, and there was truly nothing to dislike.
Megatron just had that bad temper. When his big red eyes glared, everyone looked like trash to him.
Whether you were awesome or not, it made no fundamental difference to Megatron. Because with just one glance, he would automatically categorize you as trash and look down on you. This guy even disdained The Thirteen Apostles. Given the chance, he would even stab Unicron in the back.
Only when he looked at Martin would a hint of sincerity and loyalty appear in his cruel, bloodthirsty eyes.
This was the true Megatron: ambitious, and ruthless in achieving his goals. This was also where his charisma lay.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
At this moment, hundreds or thousands of missiles, having traversed thousands of miles, came hurtling from all over America, leaving extremely long trails of white smoke in the sky.
A deafening roar resounded, precisely targeting Martin, who stood in the very center.
"Will it succeed? Can it blast this terrifying monster to death?"
"Die, Skurge the Executioner! You damned murderer!"
"He destroyed the Atlantic Fleet and killed all its servicemen. He's a Demon!"
Countless people watching this scene via satellite signals, some observing calmly, others gnashing their teeth, revealing deep fear. Facing such a Martin, no one was unafraid.
Some people even openly suggested launching Nuclear Missiles. If it weren't for Martin's location being too close to New York, this plan might actually have been approved, directly wiping out Martin and his army with Nuclear Missiles.
Megatron looked up, a cruel expression on his face, about to raise his hand and order countless Transformers to open fire, to blow these missiles out of the sky.
"No need, Megatron. Some of those high-ranking individuals need to truly understand how terrifying I am. I want them to learn what fear is, because... the times have changed. The era of Transcendent beings is about to begin, and I will personally usher it in!"
Martin closed his eyes. The Allspark's Power instantly erupted in all directions. With a rumble, it covered everything. That terrifying activation ability instantly transformed these countless powerful missiles into his own soldiers on the spot!
And what's more, the most terrifying self-destructing soldiers!
Those hiding behind screens watched blankly as missile after missile lost connection with their operating systems, then slumped onto their seats, faces filled with despair.
Static.
Martin's face suddenly appeared on the screens, his expression calm, as he spoke indifferently: "Feel fear, you arrogant fools. Your corpses will awaken some idiots."
As soon as he finished speaking, the massive number of missiles abruptly began to change direction. With a roar, they returned the way they came, rushing towards the various military bases!
Like a scene from the apocalypse!
【Rest assured, The Thirteen Apostles and the two Primal Transformers will all appear. Perhaps esteemed readers are more familiar with the two Factions, Decepticons and Autobots, but they might not know much about the history of Cybertron's development, especially The Thirteen Apostles who stand above the Primes. These thirteen individuals are formidable figures. Primus deliberately created these thirteen powerful beings to assist him in defeating Unicron. They will all appear one by one later. So... please cast your flowers and votes! Shamelessly asking for your support, the results these past two days haven't been as good as the first day!】
Chapter 17
All the missiles whistled back.
Some military bases attempted to activate their anti-interception systems, but they despairingly discovered that they had lost control of their bases!
"That Devil actually controlled our military bases? He'll go to Hell!"
A technical soldier screamed in despair, watching helplessly as the missiles on the screen descended. Below the screen was the command center of his base! Immediately, the soldier drew the pistol from his waist, tears welling in his eyes, and with a 'bang', he shot himself, leaving this despairing world a little earlier.
The moment after he pulled the trigger.
Boom!
Terrifying explosions rang out. All-consuming flames enveloped everything, incinerating it into ash. Numerous soldiers were directly engulfed, instantly burned to dust and died in agony.
The exploding missiles brought terrible disaster to many bases. But this was not the end.
Boom—
A slight tremor, shaking all of America, was felt. A colossal mushroom cloud soared into the sky in California, its beautiful mushroom-shaped cloud revealing a ferocious and ugly face to the entire world.
Everyone fell into a daze. Anyone who saw that mushroom cloud knew what it meant.
"A Nuclear Missile... a Nuclear Missile was actually detonated. Why is this happening...?" Someone collapsed to the ground, sobbing softly.
The whole world suddenly fell silent. No one dared to even breathe. They nervously deployed satellites, observing from space the man who had caused this nightmarish scene—Martin!
They only saw Martin slowly raising his head, revealing a smiling face, as if he had just done something trivial.
Indeed, it was a small matter. Detonating a Nuclear Missile just for fun, was it hard?
Any Level 4 Lifeform, with a casual yet serious blow, could cause consequences far more severe than a small Nuclear Missile. Unfortunately, no one could clearly realize this.
Before the strong, Nuclear Missiles were just toys.
"With this grand fireworks display, I hope those idiots can finally settle down. Wouldn't it be better to just quietly live out their lives and wait for death? Must they jump out to their deaths for trivial gains and pride?"
(end of chapter)
