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Marvel: Start Signing in with Megatron_chapter_0009_part_01
Chapter 16
chapter 009 part 1
“This thing isn't bad. Although its strength is insufficient, it's still quite remarkable.”
Martin walked to the protective shield, completely ignoring the one hundred thousand savages in ancient attire, and reached out to touch the shield.
“He's looking for death!”
“Heh, how foolish. This protective shield isn't a passive defensive system; it's a type of energy with an Annihilation Attribute!”
The Wakandans' gazes locked onto Martin, their eyes revealing a mix of anticipation and coldness.
The energy source of this protective shield was the inexhaustible Vibranium Mine beneath them! The defensive strength was unimaginable, how terrifying it must be, yet this man dared to touch it with his bare hands?
They practically saw Martin being incinerated into ashes by the shield's energy!
But the next moment, everyone's expressions changed, revealing shock and disbelief.
They saw that after Martin touched the protective shield, although he was subjected to the shield's energy erosion, he appeared perfectly fine!
“How did he do it?”
“An Ability User like him should logically be very fragile. Why can he withstand the shield's backlash?”
The Wakandan high-ranking officials were astonished, and at the same time, a sense of absurdity and panic rose within them.
According to the plan Shuri had provided, Martin was the Legion's greatest weakness. Like Professor X, his Psychic Power was terrifyingly strong, yet his body was incredibly fragile, susceptible to death from a single knife to the throat!
But now it seemed… not only was his Superpower terrifying, but even his own physique was shockingly powerful!
“The power isn't bad.”
Martin retracted his hand, lost in thought. He naturally didn't care about the shield's erosion. The Allspark, integrated into his body, completely outclassed this damn protective shield in every aspect.
He raised his arm and gestured with his fingers. Millions of Transformers received the order and immediately began a focused bombardment on the protective shield. Various energy weapons and kinetic weapons unleashed a furious barrage, and the terrifying aftermath of the explosions spread wildly, only to be completely blocked by the protective shield.
“Leaving the Vibranium Mine to be used like this by a bunch of savages is truly a waste.”
Martin's gaze swept over the scene, sighing with emotion: “Megatron, I'm going to have a cup of coffee. I'll leave this to you. As for the bottom line of war… there is no bottom line. Kill them all. I don't want to see a single savage in this valuable place. Kill them all, burn their bodies. Who knows, these filthy creatures might carry something unclean. You know, I have a slight touch of germophobia.”
Martin stepped back, casually informed Megatron, and then strolled away to find a nice spot for sightseeing.
A Transformer, specifically for grinding coffee beans, had already come over and transformed on the spot into a coffee machine.
Beside it, several other fully functional machines arrived, some transforming into mechanical chairs, others into electric parasols, and so on.
This posture made it seem as if he wasn't here to fight a war, but rather to bask in the sunlight and enjoy a visual feast.
The Transformers Army finally began its assault, each with a ferocious expression, wildly pouncing on the protective shield under Megatron's command.
“I don't need trash! Whoever can break through this protective shield alive will truly be a warrior under my command, Megatron! He will have a place in the Decepticons I am about to form!”
Megatron wore a cruel expression. He was using this method to mercilessly weed out the weak!
It didn't matter if their origins were humble, or if their Chassis were dilapidated. As long as they could survive this brutal selection, at least their Willpower and resolve would be impeccable. For these Transformers with inherent deficiencies, Megatron was happy to throw them into Incubation Pods to reshape their CNA Genes, giving them a chance to become True Transformers!
Countless Transformers fearlessly charged towards the protective shield, tearing at it frantically, little by little, then surged forward one after another. Many Transformers were directly recoiled and melted into liquid by the shield's backlash. Those who fared slightly better had their entire Chassis halfway through the shield, halfway out, resulting in their own material being unable to withstand the force, getting sliced in half by the shield on the spot.
No one retreated. Millions of soldiers, one after another, even went so far as to fold and stack on top of each other, forming layers like a high-rise building, frantically tearing at the protective shield.
“They're committing suicide!”
The Wakandan warriors were agitated, fear and a hint of undeniable admiration showing on everyone's faces.
The Transformers' performance was simply too insane and resolute, profoundly shocking the Wakandans, who were known for their prevalent primitive and savage customs and their love for daring and combat. Their already dwindling fighting spirit was thoroughly deflated.
“It's too late, the protective shield has been torn open.”
King T'Chaka and Prince T'Challa looked helpless, watching the Transformers who had breached the protective shield begin firing at them from a distance. With a resolute expression, King T'Chaka finally issued his last command.
“Long live Wakanda!”
[The doomsday of Wakanda is approaching, and an Earth base is about to be established. Begging for your support!]
Chapter 22
“It's starting…”
Martin lay back comfortably, surrounded by numerous Transformers. He looked up, watching countless Transformers charge into the protective shield, immediately commencing a remote Area Saturation Fire, while also surging forward like a vast ocean.
“What a brutal scene.”
Dr. Banner immediately put an eye mask over his face, completely unwilling to watch. It was too cruel; it was a massacre.
Compared to the might of the Transformers, the one hundred thousand Wakandan warriors seemed like a group of helpless primitives.
Holding spears, wearing robes, faces painted with war paint…
“Attack! Attack!”
King T'Chaka roared fiercely. The one hundred thousand warriors, while using their Vibranium Suits to create defensive barriers, struggled to resist the Transformers' fierce bombardment, and at the same time, used their spears to unleash powerful energy beams.
Concurrently, all of Wakanda stirred. From numerous towering buildings, powerful muzzles emerged, firing Energy Cannons one after another into the Transformers Army.
Each cannon blast took down a considerable number of Transformers.
But ultimately, it was of little use; it still couldn't stop the Transformers' madness.
“Devastator, combine! Let them witness the might of the Constructicons!”
Six Constructicons rapidly combined, climbing onto each other, transforming into an eighteen-meter-tall behemoth.
These six individuals were originally part of the Decepticon Army's Constructicons, essentially professional engineers, tasked with dirty and arduous but indispensable work.
“Alright, lads, listen to my command! First, we'll blast a hole in this protective shield with our Solar Rifle, then we'll rush through the gap before they can react!”
“This thing isn't bad. Although its strength is insufficient, it's still quite remarkable.”
Martin walked to the protective shield, completely ignoring the one hundred thousand savages in ancient attire, and reached out to touch the shield.
“He's looking for death!”
“Heh, how foolish. This protective shield isn't a passive defensive system; it's a type of energy with an Annihilation Attribute!”
The Wakandans' gazes locked onto Martin, their eyes revealing a mix of anticipation and coldness.
The energy source of this protective shield was the inexhaustible Vibranium Mine beneath them! The defensive strength was unimaginable, how terrifying it must be, yet this man dared to touch it with his bare hands?
They practically saw Martin being incinerated into ashes by the shield's energy!
But the next moment, everyone's expressions changed, revealing shock and disbelief.
They saw that after Martin touched the protective shield, although he was subjected to the shield's energy erosion, he appeared perfectly fine!
“How did he do it?”
“An Ability User like him should logically be very fragile. Why can he withstand the shield's backlash?”
The Wakandan high-ranking officials were astonished, and at the same time, a sense of absurdity and panic rose within them.
According to the plan Shuri had provided, Martin was the Legion's greatest weakness. Like Professor X, his Psychic Power was terrifyingly strong, yet his body was incredibly fragile, susceptible to death from a single knife to the throat!
But now it seemed… not only was his Superpower terrifying, but even his own physique was shockingly powerful!
“The power isn't bad.”
Martin retracted his hand, lost in thought. He naturally didn't care about the shield's erosion. The Allspark, integrated into his body, completely outclassed this damn protective shield in every aspect.
He raised his arm and gestured with his fingers. Millions of Transformers received the order and immediately began a focused bombardment on the protective shield. Various energy weapons and kinetic weapons unleashed a furious barrage, and the terrifying aftermath of the explosions spread wildly, only to be completely blocked by the protective shield.
“Leaving the Vibranium Mine to be used like this by a bunch of savages is truly a waste.”
Martin's gaze swept over the scene, sighing with emotion: “Megatron, I'm going to have a cup of coffee. I'll leave this to you. As for the bottom line of war… there is no bottom line. Kill them all. I don't want to see a single savage in this valuable place. Kill them all, burn their bodies. Who knows, these filthy creatures might carry something unclean. You know, I have a slight touch of germophobia.”
Martin stepped back, casually informed Megatron, and then strolled away to find a nice spot for sightseeing.
A Transformer, specifically for grinding coffee beans, had already come over and transformed on the spot into a coffee machine.
Beside it, several other fully functional machines arrived, some transforming into mechanical chairs, others into electric parasols, and so on.
This posture made it seem as if he wasn't here to fight a war, but rather to bask in the sunlight and enjoy a visual feast.
The Transformers Army finally began its assault, each with a ferocious expression, wildly pouncing on the protective shield under Megatron's command.
“I don't need trash! Whoever can break through this protective shield alive will truly be a warrior under my command, Megatron! He will have a place in the Decepticons I am about to form!”
Megatron wore a cruel expression. He was using this method to mercilessly weed out the weak!
It didn't matter if their origins were humble, or if their Chassis were dilapidated. As long as they could survive this brutal selection, at least their Willpower and resolve would be impeccable. For these Transformers with inherent deficiencies, Megatron was happy to throw them into Incubation Pods to reshape their CNA Genes, giving them a chance to become True Transformers!
Countless Transformers fearlessly charged towards the protective shield, tearing at it frantically, little by little, then surged forward one after another. Many Transformers were directly recoiled and melted into liquid by the shield's backlash. Those who fared slightly better had their entire Chassis halfway through the shield, halfway out, resulting in their own material being unable to withstand the force, getting sliced in half by the shield on the spot.
No one retreated. Millions of soldiers, one after another, even went so far as to fold and stack on top of each other, forming layers like a high-rise building, frantically tearing at the protective shield.
“They're committing suicide!”
The Wakandan warriors were agitated, fear and a hint of undeniable admiration showing on everyone's faces.
The Transformers' performance was simply too insane and resolute, profoundly shocking the Wakandans, who were known for their prevalent primitive and savage customs and their love for daring and combat. Their already dwindling fighting spirit was thoroughly deflated.
“It's too late, the protective shield has been torn open.”
King T'Chaka and Prince T'Challa looked helpless, watching the Transformers who had breached the protective shield begin firing at them from a distance. With a resolute expression, King T'Chaka finally issued his last command.
“Long live Wakanda!”
[The doomsday of Wakanda is approaching, and an Earth base is about to be established. Begging for your support!]
Chapter 22
“It's starting…”
Martin lay back comfortably, surrounded by numerous Transformers. He looked up, watching countless Transformers charge into the protective shield, immediately commencing a remote Area Saturation Fire, while also surging forward like a vast ocean.
“What a brutal scene.”
Dr. Banner immediately put an eye mask over his face, completely unwilling to watch. It was too cruel; it was a massacre.
Compared to the might of the Transformers, the one hundred thousand Wakandan warriors seemed like a group of helpless primitives.
Holding spears, wearing robes, faces painted with war paint…
“Attack! Attack!”
King T'Chaka roared fiercely. The one hundred thousand warriors, while using their Vibranium Suits to create defensive barriers, struggled to resist the Transformers' fierce bombardment, and at the same time, used their spears to unleash powerful energy beams.
Concurrently, all of Wakanda stirred. From numerous towering buildings, powerful muzzles emerged, firing Energy Cannons one after another into the Transformers Army.
Each cannon blast took down a considerable number of Transformers.
But ultimately, it was of little use; it still couldn't stop the Transformers' madness.
“Devastator, combine! Let them witness the might of the Constructicons!”
Six Constructicons rapidly combined, climbing onto each other, transforming into an eighteen-meter-tall behemoth.
These six individuals were originally part of the Decepticon Army's Constructicons, essentially professional engineers, tasked with dirty and arduous but indispensable work.
“Alright, lads, listen to my command! First, we'll blast a hole in this protective shield with our Solar Rifle, then we'll rush through the gap before they can react!”
