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Chapter 19
Marvel: Start Signing in with Megatron Chapter 11
But at this moment, the ocean suddenly boiled, and a massive tsunami crashed over, bringing towering waves faintly mixed with magic.
A sharp glint flashed in Martin's eyes. Without any hesitation, he became even more ruthless, not only crushing the necks of the two men but also outright blasting their heads apart and obliterating their bodies, thus severing any possibility of resurrection.
"Since when did a bunch of worthless Atlanteans dare to interfere in land disputes? Do you also wish to face annihilation like the Wakandans?" Martin sneered. "Either retreat now, or I'll bring the Endless Legion and utterly decimate Atlantis, from top to bottom! Scram!!"
His voice was grand and resounding; empowered by vast life and spiritual energy, a colossal voice filled with supreme majesty spread across half the Earth. Countless people looked up, astonished and bewildered.
Atlantis...?
The word was too sensitive; for thousands of years, it had only existed in legends.
Does Atlantis truly exist in this world?
In the depths of the ocean, the entire massive undersea kingdom clearly heard this domineering and ferocious voice. Even across vast distances, they distinctly felt an intense bloodthirsty aura.
This was already akin to a declaration of war.
The surging waves carried a mixture of fury and apprehension, but facing the sneering Martin, they ultimately retreated, and the magic flickering within them also dissipated.
"Atlanteans... It's probably Namor, the true first superhero, Storm's husband in the X-Men, who has long maintained a close relationship with Wakanda..."
Martin cast a cold glance at the retreating waves.
If he were to delve into the seabed and wage full-scale war against the ubiquitous Atlantis, it would likely be very arduous. His Transformers Army would be at too great a disadvantage; even if he were to activate all of Atlantis's machinery on the spot, the numbers would be limited. Furthermore, Namor and his faction knew how to use magic.
After annihilating Wakanda and seizing its endless Vibranium Mines, establishing a base on Earth was the top priority; everything else could wait.
"Moreover, Tony has already become Iron Man, and Hulk has had his Broadway battle. Thor from Asgard will soon arrive on Earth, and then there's God King Odin..."
Martin pondered for a moment, looked up and gazed into the distance, then turned his head to look at Hulk, who stood dumbfounded, his powerful aura gradually dissipating, yet still appearing muddled.
"Time to activate the Autobots," he declared. "I'm going to summon Optimus Prime!"
[Please give flowers and votes! The base is finally being established, and everything will get on track!!]
Chapter 26
Over the ruins of the Kingdom of Wakanda, countless Transformers roared past, transforming this world—a blend of ancient and advanced—into a brutal Asura's battlefield, with screams and corpses everywhere.
Megatron personally carried Shuri and threw her before Martin.
"This individual's intellect," Megatron stated, "even my scanning system can't detect its limit."
Martin merely glanced, and upon meeting Shuri's hate-filled gaze, he let out a chuckle. He then raised his hand and killed this genius, who was supposed to shine brightly in the future.
Her neck was twisted, just the same.
"Drag her out and burn her."
Martin shook his head, his attention immediately shifting away.
It was time to summon Optimus Prime.
As a light screen shone forth from Martin's eyes, Optimus Prime's form was immediately constructed bit by bit.
"This guy is..."
Megatron's optic sensors swiveled. With just a glance, he immediately matched him with someone in his database, instantly revealing a look of instinctive revulsion.
Optimus Prime.
[Optimus Prime]
[Autobot Army (Leader)]
[Personality: Amiable (Trust +30%)]
[Height: Meters]
[Energy: 9.5 million]
[Chassis: Healthy]
[Combat Power: Level Four]
[Motto: Autobots, retreat!]
[Evaluation: Leader of the Autobot Army. His willpower is incredibly resilient, always able to lead his subordinates to find a way out in adversity.]
"Hmph, so it really is this guy..."
Megatron snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and stared coolly at Optimus Prime.
Optimus Prime was summoned. His blue optic sensors quickly scanned the surrounding environment, finally focusing on Martin. He slightly bowed his form.
"Oh, Supreme Creator, I willingly and loyally obey your commands." Optimus Prime's expression was solemn. Compared to Megatron, who favored sneering, he was even more a humorless Transformer, in some ways similar to an ascetic monk.
"Very good, Optimus Prime. From now on, you are to assemble the Autobot Army. I need your strength. Our first step is to establish a foothold on Earth. Once the time is ripe, we'll build space warships and leave this place."
Martin observed Optimus Prime. Although significantly shorter than Megatron in stature and appearing less imposing, his innate charisma was something Megatron couldn't compare to.
"These two legions of yours are just the beginning," Martin declared with enthusiasm. "In the future, there will be the Quintesson Army, the Insecticon Army, the Predacon Army, and more. To strengthen Cybertron, all kinds of talents are indispensable!"
Optimus Prime nodded heavily. His gaze swept over, and upon seeing Shuri's corpse nearby, his brow unconsciously furrowed.
Megatron sneered, "Put away your hypocrisy. We can't rely on kindness to make them give up their interests. To gain something, you must make the other party lose something!"
"I don't agree with your view, but I know what needs to be done," Optimus Prime said in a deep voice, meeting Megatron's gaze.
"Good then," Megatron taunted. "I'm genuinely worried that your ridiculous 'Mother Mary' heart will suddenly act up again, causing all the plans to fall apart." He then picked up Shuri and left.
He was to follow Martin's orders and burn Shuri to ashes.
"Optimus Prime, your mission is to raise a force, quickly excavate the Vibranium Mines, and establish our own base there. In this regard, Civilian Transformers are more skilled, and you can also cooperate with the Decepticons' Constructicons... In short, it's all up to you."
"Then, all of Wakanda's Vibranium Mines will henceforth belong to me. These minerals will all be Cybertron's property, my property. Even if I have to dig three feet deep, I will not let a single piece of Vibranium escape."
Martin pointed to his head. "My abilities can distinguish all microscopic particles here. Everything related to Vibranium, from now on, belongs to our planet."
"Even from a single stone, I will squeeze out every last drop."
His voice revealed determination, yet lacked the slightest imposing manner of a powerful individual. He got up, and after crashing through a building, landed at the nearest mine entrance.
He casually picked up some stones from the ground, examined them, and nodded in satisfaction.
This stone also contained a bit of Vibranium, accumulated over long ages, having been eroded and assimilated by the Vibranium Mine's radiation.
The entire Wakanda, more or less, contained a bit of Vibranium, including the unique surrounding landscape and the purple plants mutated by the Vibranium Mines' radioactive energy.
All of this was his.
Even if he had to scrape the earth clean, not a blade of grass would remain. This place was the best gift for the future Cybertron; for a metallic planet, nothing was more precious than these inexhaustible Vibranium Mines.
Martin himself then walked towards the entrance of the underground Vibranium Mine. He went straight in, quickly descending deep underground.
He closed his eyes, and the power of the Allspark swiftly spread outwards.
"Now, let me observe the reserves of this Vibranium Mine up close..."
"Such terrifying reserves..."
In his perception, the underground was entirely filled with purple ore, as well as purple-tinged soil and plants.
And every moment, this purple color was spreading outwards, transforming more ordinary soil into a substance similar to Vibranium. Although the process was very slow, it was genuinely happening.
"When I eventually build Cybertron," he mused, "the first thing I'll do is move these Vibranium Mines there, and then build the capital on the Vibranium Mines."
[A new day has begun, please give flowers and evaluation tickets~]
Chapter 27
"Ding! Congratulations to Host for establishing the first base, rewarding Host with 'incubation pod' technology, and one Lottery Draw chance for the Ten Great divine artifacts."
"Ding! Congratulations to Host for taking the first step in building Cybertron, unlocking the Cybertron tech tree zone, and granting one Lottery Draw chance!"
"Ding! Congratulations to Host for spreading reputation throughout Midgard, rewarding one all-region draw chance!"
A series of system notifications rang out in his mind. Martin gazed at the light screen in his mind, his face filled with pleasant surprise.
"Indeed, just as I guessed, once a base is established, its significance is immense! Leaving aside everything else, just an incubation pod alone can continuously birth Transformers in the orthodox manner. The value of this for the future is immeasurable!"
Martin took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart. His expression turned solemn and serious. At the same time, he quickly walked into the former Wakandan Royal Palace and began to meticulously... wash his hands.
This Lottery Draw business was all about luck, so he really had to take it seriously. Who knows, he might just get lucky once.
Then, he looked at the light screen, where phantoms constantly flashed by. At first, it wasn't much, but the more he looked, the redder his eyes became.
"Th-this, there are too many treasures, I want them all!"
Martin's bloodshot eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid.
He saw the Star Sword, he saw the Magic Orb, he saw Predaking. He even caught a fleeting glimpse of... The Thirteen Apostles!!
The Thirteen Apostles!
"Even thinking with his toes, he knew that these thirteen bigshots were all Universe-tier powerhouses at minimum."
"If I could draw one of The Thirteen Apostles," he thought, "at least within this Universe, I'd be secure. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed!"
Martin's eyes sparkled. Immediately, his expression became solemn. He said in a deep voice, "Lottery Draw! First, the divine artifacts section, draw for the Ten Great divine artifacts!"
That's right, he would go directly for the main event's Lottery Draw. He had no intention of saving the heart-pounding game for last.
"I must draw a divine artifact," he prayed, "preferably the invincible Star Sword!"
Martin pressed the Lottery Draw button, praying in his heart.
Soon, the rapidly changing images gradually stopped as time passed, and the pointer landed on a uniquely shaped creation.
"This is... the Matrix of Leadership?!"
Martin's body shook, and he stared with wide eyes.
"Ding! Congratulations to Host for obtaining ten minutes of authority over the [Matrix of Leadership]!"
Martin was immediately somewhat disappointed, but then he cheered up. In a critical moment, these ten minutes would be enough, capable of directly overturning a crucial battle.
The Matrix of Leadership, legend has it, is Primus's conduit of energy. It is a treasure fiercely sought by all Transformers, not only a symbol of supreme authority but also a top-tier spark!
If the Matrix of Leadership were directly implanted into a Transformer's spark, that Transformer's life level would immediately undergo an explosive leap, receiving comprehensive enhancement, and inherently gaining the qualification to rule other Transformers.
Whoever could obtain the Matrix of Leadership would be equivalent to possessing the Emperor's imperial seal or the Queen's crown!
"It's just a pity it's not a complete Matrix of Leadership," Martin muttered, "only ten minutes, after all..."
Martin, a bit unwilling, licked his lips. Staring at the many images that gradually dimmed, his heart felt as though it was bleeding.
"Activate the tech tree zone Lottery Draw!" Martin spoke again.
Cybertron's technology tree possessed countless black technologies; illogical technologies that completely defied the laws of physics were simply too numerous.
Since the tech tree zone was opened, it naturally eliminated many uncertainties.
"Lottery Draw!"
(end of chapter)
But at this moment, the ocean suddenly boiled, and a massive tsunami crashed over, bringing towering waves faintly mixed with magic.
A sharp glint flashed in Martin's eyes. Without any hesitation, he became even more ruthless, not only crushing the necks of the two men but also outright blasting their heads apart and obliterating their bodies, thus severing any possibility of resurrection.
"Since when did a bunch of worthless Atlanteans dare to interfere in land disputes? Do you also wish to face annihilation like the Wakandans?" Martin sneered. "Either retreat now, or I'll bring the Endless Legion and utterly decimate Atlantis, from top to bottom! Scram!!"
His voice was grand and resounding; empowered by vast life and spiritual energy, a colossal voice filled with supreme majesty spread across half the Earth. Countless people looked up, astonished and bewildered.
Atlantis...?
The word was too sensitive; for thousands of years, it had only existed in legends.
Does Atlantis truly exist in this world?
In the depths of the ocean, the entire massive undersea kingdom clearly heard this domineering and ferocious voice. Even across vast distances, they distinctly felt an intense bloodthirsty aura.
This was already akin to a declaration of war.
The surging waves carried a mixture of fury and apprehension, but facing the sneering Martin, they ultimately retreated, and the magic flickering within them also dissipated.
"Atlanteans... It's probably Namor, the true first superhero, Storm's husband in the X-Men, who has long maintained a close relationship with Wakanda..."
Martin cast a cold glance at the retreating waves.
If he were to delve into the seabed and wage full-scale war against the ubiquitous Atlantis, it would likely be very arduous. His Transformers Army would be at too great a disadvantage; even if he were to activate all of Atlantis's machinery on the spot, the numbers would be limited. Furthermore, Namor and his faction knew how to use magic.
After annihilating Wakanda and seizing its endless Vibranium Mines, establishing a base on Earth was the top priority; everything else could wait.
"Moreover, Tony has already become Iron Man, and Hulk has had his Broadway battle. Thor from Asgard will soon arrive on Earth, and then there's God King Odin..."
Martin pondered for a moment, looked up and gazed into the distance, then turned his head to look at Hulk, who stood dumbfounded, his powerful aura gradually dissipating, yet still appearing muddled.
"Time to activate the Autobots," he declared. "I'm going to summon Optimus Prime!"
[Please give flowers and votes! The base is finally being established, and everything will get on track!!]
Chapter 26
Over the ruins of the Kingdom of Wakanda, countless Transformers roared past, transforming this world—a blend of ancient and advanced—into a brutal Asura's battlefield, with screams and corpses everywhere.
Megatron personally carried Shuri and threw her before Martin.
"This individual's intellect," Megatron stated, "even my scanning system can't detect its limit."
Martin merely glanced, and upon meeting Shuri's hate-filled gaze, he let out a chuckle. He then raised his hand and killed this genius, who was supposed to shine brightly in the future.
Her neck was twisted, just the same.
"Drag her out and burn her."
Martin shook his head, his attention immediately shifting away.
It was time to summon Optimus Prime.
As a light screen shone forth from Martin's eyes, Optimus Prime's form was immediately constructed bit by bit.
"This guy is..."
Megatron's optic sensors swiveled. With just a glance, he immediately matched him with someone in his database, instantly revealing a look of instinctive revulsion.
Optimus Prime.
[Optimus Prime]
[Autobot Army (Leader)]
[Personality: Amiable (Trust +30%)]
[Height: Meters]
[Energy: 9.5 million]
[Chassis: Healthy]
[Combat Power: Level Four]
[Motto: Autobots, retreat!]
[Evaluation: Leader of the Autobot Army. His willpower is incredibly resilient, always able to lead his subordinates to find a way out in adversity.]
"Hmph, so it really is this guy..."
Megatron snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and stared coolly at Optimus Prime.
Optimus Prime was summoned. His blue optic sensors quickly scanned the surrounding environment, finally focusing on Martin. He slightly bowed his form.
"Oh, Supreme Creator, I willingly and loyally obey your commands." Optimus Prime's expression was solemn. Compared to Megatron, who favored sneering, he was even more a humorless Transformer, in some ways similar to an ascetic monk.
"Very good, Optimus Prime. From now on, you are to assemble the Autobot Army. I need your strength. Our first step is to establish a foothold on Earth. Once the time is ripe, we'll build space warships and leave this place."
Martin observed Optimus Prime. Although significantly shorter than Megatron in stature and appearing less imposing, his innate charisma was something Megatron couldn't compare to.
"These two legions of yours are just the beginning," Martin declared with enthusiasm. "In the future, there will be the Quintesson Army, the Insecticon Army, the Predacon Army, and more. To strengthen Cybertron, all kinds of talents are indispensable!"
Optimus Prime nodded heavily. His gaze swept over, and upon seeing Shuri's corpse nearby, his brow unconsciously furrowed.
Megatron sneered, "Put away your hypocrisy. We can't rely on kindness to make them give up their interests. To gain something, you must make the other party lose something!"
"I don't agree with your view, but I know what needs to be done," Optimus Prime said in a deep voice, meeting Megatron's gaze.
"Good then," Megatron taunted. "I'm genuinely worried that your ridiculous 'Mother Mary' heart will suddenly act up again, causing all the plans to fall apart." He then picked up Shuri and left.
He was to follow Martin's orders and burn Shuri to ashes.
"Optimus Prime, your mission is to raise a force, quickly excavate the Vibranium Mines, and establish our own base there. In this regard, Civilian Transformers are more skilled, and you can also cooperate with the Decepticons' Constructicons... In short, it's all up to you."
"Then, all of Wakanda's Vibranium Mines will henceforth belong to me. These minerals will all be Cybertron's property, my property. Even if I have to dig three feet deep, I will not let a single piece of Vibranium escape."
Martin pointed to his head. "My abilities can distinguish all microscopic particles here. Everything related to Vibranium, from now on, belongs to our planet."
"Even from a single stone, I will squeeze out every last drop."
His voice revealed determination, yet lacked the slightest imposing manner of a powerful individual. He got up, and after crashing through a building, landed at the nearest mine entrance.
He casually picked up some stones from the ground, examined them, and nodded in satisfaction.
This stone also contained a bit of Vibranium, accumulated over long ages, having been eroded and assimilated by the Vibranium Mine's radiation.
The entire Wakanda, more or less, contained a bit of Vibranium, including the unique surrounding landscape and the purple plants mutated by the Vibranium Mines' radioactive energy.
All of this was his.
Even if he had to scrape the earth clean, not a blade of grass would remain. This place was the best gift for the future Cybertron; for a metallic planet, nothing was more precious than these inexhaustible Vibranium Mines.
Martin himself then walked towards the entrance of the underground Vibranium Mine. He went straight in, quickly descending deep underground.
He closed his eyes, and the power of the Allspark swiftly spread outwards.
"Now, let me observe the reserves of this Vibranium Mine up close..."
"Such terrifying reserves..."
In his perception, the underground was entirely filled with purple ore, as well as purple-tinged soil and plants.
And every moment, this purple color was spreading outwards, transforming more ordinary soil into a substance similar to Vibranium. Although the process was very slow, it was genuinely happening.
"When I eventually build Cybertron," he mused, "the first thing I'll do is move these Vibranium Mines there, and then build the capital on the Vibranium Mines."
[A new day has begun, please give flowers and evaluation tickets~]
Chapter 27
"Ding! Congratulations to Host for establishing the first base, rewarding Host with 'incubation pod' technology, and one Lottery Draw chance for the Ten Great divine artifacts."
"Ding! Congratulations to Host for taking the first step in building Cybertron, unlocking the Cybertron tech tree zone, and granting one Lottery Draw chance!"
"Ding! Congratulations to Host for spreading reputation throughout Midgard, rewarding one all-region draw chance!"
A series of system notifications rang out in his mind. Martin gazed at the light screen in his mind, his face filled with pleasant surprise.
"Indeed, just as I guessed, once a base is established, its significance is immense! Leaving aside everything else, just an incubation pod alone can continuously birth Transformers in the orthodox manner. The value of this for the future is immeasurable!"
Martin took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart. His expression turned solemn and serious. At the same time, he quickly walked into the former Wakandan Royal Palace and began to meticulously... wash his hands.
This Lottery Draw business was all about luck, so he really had to take it seriously. Who knows, he might just get lucky once.
Then, he looked at the light screen, where phantoms constantly flashed by. At first, it wasn't much, but the more he looked, the redder his eyes became.
"Th-this, there are too many treasures, I want them all!"
Martin's bloodshot eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid.
He saw the Star Sword, he saw the Magic Orb, he saw Predaking. He even caught a fleeting glimpse of... The Thirteen Apostles!!
The Thirteen Apostles!
"Even thinking with his toes, he knew that these thirteen bigshots were all Universe-tier powerhouses at minimum."
"If I could draw one of The Thirteen Apostles," he thought, "at least within this Universe, I'd be secure. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed!"
Martin's eyes sparkled. Immediately, his expression became solemn. He said in a deep voice, "Lottery Draw! First, the divine artifacts section, draw for the Ten Great divine artifacts!"
That's right, he would go directly for the main event's Lottery Draw. He had no intention of saving the heart-pounding game for last.
"I must draw a divine artifact," he prayed, "preferably the invincible Star Sword!"
Martin pressed the Lottery Draw button, praying in his heart.
Soon, the rapidly changing images gradually stopped as time passed, and the pointer landed on a uniquely shaped creation.
"This is... the Matrix of Leadership?!"
Martin's body shook, and he stared with wide eyes.
"Ding! Congratulations to Host for obtaining ten minutes of authority over the [Matrix of Leadership]!"
Martin was immediately somewhat disappointed, but then he cheered up. In a critical moment, these ten minutes would be enough, capable of directly overturning a crucial battle.
The Matrix of Leadership, legend has it, is Primus's conduit of energy. It is a treasure fiercely sought by all Transformers, not only a symbol of supreme authority but also a top-tier spark!
If the Matrix of Leadership were directly implanted into a Transformer's spark, that Transformer's life level would immediately undergo an explosive leap, receiving comprehensive enhancement, and inherently gaining the qualification to rule other Transformers.
Whoever could obtain the Matrix of Leadership would be equivalent to possessing the Emperor's imperial seal or the Queen's crown!
"It's just a pity it's not a complete Matrix of Leadership," Martin muttered, "only ten minutes, after all..."
Martin, a bit unwilling, licked his lips. Staring at the many images that gradually dimmed, his heart felt as though it was bleeding.
"Activate the tech tree zone Lottery Draw!" Martin spoke again.
Cybertron's technology tree possessed countless black technologies; illogical technologies that completely defied the laws of physics were simply too numerous.
Since the tech tree zone was opened, it naturally eliminated many uncertainties.
"Lottery Draw!"
(end of chapter)
