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Chapter 35
Marvel: Start Signing in with Megatron Chapter 20
Optimus Prime, Megatron, Ratchet, Devastator, Banner, Surtur…
Martin swept a cold gaze over them, then stood up directly, extending his hands forward. A continuous stream of terrifying kinetic energy, capable of easily propelling a star, erupted in an astonishing, superimposed manner, constructing a spatial tunnel.
"Those fools in Hell always take pride in invading other worlds. Today, let me personally experience the wonderful taste of invading Hell!"
Martin's eyes blazed with intense flames. If there was any possibility, he certainly wouldn't mind wiping out all the Demons and Devils in Hell.
He only lacked strength; he would never lack ambition.
[Please give flowers and review votes!].
Chapter 46
The moment Hell's Gate opened, the many ancient forces across Earth immediately sensed it, their expressions instantly turning grim. Some hot-tempered ones even revealed looks of furious rage.
"A thick aura of Hell… Could it be that Demons from Hell are planning another major invasion of Earth?"
"They're asking for death! We have the Sorcerer Supreme, Superheroes, numerous Mutants, Kunlun and Atlantis, and Martin, who defeated Odin, with his endless Iron Legion! If the evil creatures of Hell dare to come to Earth, they're simply asking for death!"
Some people's faces immediately contorted into savage and cruel expressions.
Currently, Earth's overall strength had reached an unprecedented peak. Even among Skyfather-level powerhouses, there were two: the Sorcerer Supreme and Martin. If Black Bolt from the Moon was also counted, that would be three Skyfather-level beings, equivalent to three Archdemons of Hell!
This was despite many of them not knowing Surtur, the impossibly massive Giant. They speculated that this Fire Giant must be a Sub-Skyfather level entity; if he were Skyfather-level, he shouldn't have submitted to Martin so easily.
Some had already begun to spread messages, intending to go to war.
But soon, the news that came back left them utterly dumbfounded.
"What? Martin, this Skyfather, is actually sending his army into Hell? Has he gone mad?!"
"Someone saw Ghost Rider riding his motorcycle, rushing across the sea to the African Continent... Perhaps Mephisto, that old bastard, had a fierce conflict with Martin, and might have even had an Avatar destroyed."
The leaders of some ancient forces wore expressions of schadenfreude.
Mephisto, that old bastard, always sends a worthless Avatar to Earth to swindle and deceive Mortals everywhere. It's precisely because his actions haven't been *too* excessive that even the Sorcerer Supreme can only tolerate it—the Sorcerer Supreme can't exactly barge into Hell, after all.
Don't be cold-blooded; tens or hundreds of thousands of Mortals die on Earth every day due to car accidents and various other mishaps. Mephisto merely deceiving a few dozen people truly isn't a big deal.
But now, what did they see? Martin, this newly-ascended Earth Skyfather, had cruelly opened Hell's Gate with his army and then charged headfirst into it!!
For the first time in history, humanity had actively launched an invasion against Hell!
"Continue preparing for war. He's too young; he simply doesn't know how terrifying Hell is. It's a world independent of the Multiverse. Once he's defeated by countless Demons in Hell, they might follow the passage to attack Earth. We must find a way to block them."
On Kunlun Mountain, leader Jade Emperor, with his hands clasped behind his back, gazed into the distance and sighed softly, instructing: "Put the pursuit of The Hand in the island nation aside for now. Those five traitors not only betrayed Kunlun Mountain but also stole the Divine Dragon Power and gained Superhuman Power and Immortality. This debt will be settled eventually."
The various ancient forces began to mobilize.
Even the Sorcerer Supreme on the Himalayas had a solemn expression, her gaze seemingly piercing through countless stars, her brow slightly furrowed.
Mordo reprimanded, "He's too reckless! Hell, that cursed place, is utterly unsuitable for Human survival. Adventurously attacking Hell will only bring disaster to Earth! Even the entire Nine Realms could be dragged into a war with Hell!"
The Ancient One said calmly, "When he went to war with Odin, no one expected him to survive, much less defeat Odin."
Mordo was speechless.
"Just watch quietly. As long as I'm here, Earth will be fine."
The Ancient One's voice was full of serenity.
Jokes aside, unless a Multiverse-level Deity attacks this tiny speck of an Earth, no matter who comes, she can stop them.
This was the Sorcerer Supreme's domineering aura!
All of Earth's ancient forces entered a state of emergency war preparedness.
...
Hell.
Mephisto, his entire body blood-red like lava, sat quietly on his throne at this moment, his gaze exceedingly sinister as he idly toyed with a Soul he'd tricked from who knows which Universe.
This was merely one way for him to suppress the irritation in his heart.
"My Ghost Rider was actually eliminated by Surtur in such a manner... Losing a loyal servant is truly despicable."
At the thought of Martin, a strong malice, coupled with a cruel intent, welled up in Mephisto's heart.
"Killing a mere Avatar of mine is nothing. Those Humans always harbor such laughable notions. Could he possibly dare to attack Hell?"
Mephisto sneered repeatedly, not feeling panicked in the slightest, instead carrying a sense of condescending disdain.
Just then.
Boom!
A loud bang.
Mephisto frowned, and saw that above him, a Portal suddenly opened.
"Is this another Demon seeking death, trying to challenge my position?"
Mephisto gave a cruel smile, unperturbed by the scene. This was just how Hell was; slaughter and betrayal were constantly occurring.
But the next moment, he froze.
From the Portal, an endless stream of Robots poured out. The moment they appeared, they began firing wildly in all directions, unleashing Area Saturation Fire, killing any living thing they saw!
"Mephisto, I've come to invade you. Be proud, for your corpse will elevate my throne!"
Martin stepped into Hell with a cold sneer, his face icy.
[Please give flowers, please give review votes!!].
Chapter 47
"How can this be? You actually dare to step into Hell's domain?"
Mephisto stared at him in disbelief, his face a mask of shock.
"How many years has it been? How many years since there's been such a madman, daring to enter Hell, and bringing an army with him at that!"
"Aside from Demons and Devils, Hell holds nothing but endless suffering and mountains of corpses. It seems you wish to become one of them!"
Mephisto gave a sinister laugh and immediately commanded all the Demons to attack.
The war escalated to its maximum intensity from the very beginning. The Transformers and the vast number of Demons engaged in a brutal conflict. Especially after close-quarters combat began, both sides directly entered a melee state. Even the Transformers stopped their Area Saturation Fire, instead transforming into various longswords and bladed weapons, and began to fight to the death with their opponents.
Piercing roars erupted.
Countless figures became entangled. With every passing second, massive amounts of flesh or mechanical parts would be sent flying. This brutal clash was incredibly captivating and exceptionally bloody.
Wham!
Optimus Prime directly unleashed an Energy Cannon blast, obliterating a vast number of Demons, but he was quickly surrounded by even more.
"Focus, you fool!"
Megatron lunged forward in a single stride, his mighty and robust body crushing numerous Demons into a pulp. Finally, he kicked some Demons off Optimus Prime, trampling all of them to death.
Surtur was the most savage, wielding the Twilight Sword, frantically slaughtering everything. The terrifying tremors he caused resonated far and wide, his Skyfather-level might erupting completely, alerting countless Demons.
He had been repressed for too long; he urgently needed to vent!
Roar!
With a roar, Dr. Banner transformed into the Hulk on the spot, his muscles bulging. He glared around, then charged into the pile of Demons, tearing apart countless enemies.
"Good, but how long can you sustain this? This is Hell; I have countless Demons at my beck and call. Once all your Robots are dead, what will you do then? Total annihilation is your only outcome!"
Mephisto sneered, his blood-red eyes shifting, gazing at the fearless Transformers with a look of covetousness.
Martin suddenly smiled, "You say my forces are few?"
"Are they not?"
"Of course not."
Martin spread his arms, and with a booming sound, a terrifying power surged across the Portal. The Allspark's Power roared forth, beginning to furiously animate all Mechanical Constructs!
This terrifying, surging Energy field instantly swept across the entire African Continent, then continued to spread, enveloping the entire Atlantic Ocean, and subsequently bringing both the Americas and Europe under Martin's shadow!
In an instant, before anyone could react, countless machines in countless cities began to move spontaneously, converging towards various coordinates. Immediately, a Ground Bridge's Space-Time Vortex appeared, transporting them all to Martin's base, directly sending them through the Portal to Hell!
Half of Earth's machines were controlled by Martin, transforming into a nearly endless Steel Army, swarming in. This almost apocalyptic scene plunged the entire Earth into immense panic and unease. Martin's demonstrated Soldier Spawning Capability utterly stunned everyone.
"This is simply too terrifying, directly controlling half a planet's entire mechanical bodies..."
And this was just the beginning.
What was even more mind-numbing was that Martin also animated the processing machine tools and large mechanical devices, from mining ore to transportation, to the manufacturing of finished Mechanical Constructs, and finally animating them into Transformers...
A complete, dragon-like production chain was entirely under Martin's control. Countless Transformers were active on these frenzied production lines, continuously manufacturing new Transformers!
If this continued, as long as Earth's various mineral resources weren't depleted, Martin's military reserves would be equivalent to infinity!
Moreover, even if they were truly depleted, there would still be Moon, Mars, the entire Solar System, and even the entire Milky Way Galaxy as reserve resources...
Many people realized this, trembling all over!
This simply ineffable Mass Production capability: an unlimited, endless, infinitely vast ocean of steel!
At this moment, vast quantities were thrown into Hell to participate in the war!
How many Transformers were participating in the war, specifically? Ten billion? A hundred billion? A trillion? There was no end, only more.
No one could count them all, because every moment, countless new machines were being produced on Earth's various production lines, transforming into Transformers and being sent to the battlefield.
Later, Martin simply went even further, furiously stacking production lines on top of humanity's existing industrial system, producing more machines and large machine tools to open up an even greater number of industrial bases, thereby further increasing the quantity of new Transformers produced.
Everyone was dumbfounded!
This terrifying scene was simply unheard of. Even if one scoured the history of the entire Universe, no one had ever been able to achieve this step!
"Where exactly is his limit?"
Even the Ancient One was bewildered at this moment, a deep confusion showing on her face.
Martin's terrifying nature had finally revealed the tip of its iceberg at this moment. It was only during this world-class war against Hell's forces that they truly realized Martin's horror.
[Daily request for flowers and review votes!!].
Chapter 48
A corner of Hell was now filled by the overwhelming army of Transformers, and from the Portal, an even more terrifying number surged forth, resembling a Mechanical Calamity.
With Martin standing there, continuously Mass Producing soldiers and sustaining the Portal, a chilling sensation grew on his sneering face, making him even more grim and terrifying.
Looking out, countless Mechanical Legions, in groups and formations, traversed this world of red and lava, fearless of death, overwhelming one Demon after another.
As long as their strength hadn't reached the Sub-Skyfather level of shattering stars with a single punch, those at Level Four and below would still show weakness in the face of absolute numbers, and subsequently be torn to shreds by the frenzied and cruel Transformers.
(end of chapter)
Optimus Prime, Megatron, Ratchet, Devastator, Banner, Surtur…
Martin swept a cold gaze over them, then stood up directly, extending his hands forward. A continuous stream of terrifying kinetic energy, capable of easily propelling a star, erupted in an astonishing, superimposed manner, constructing a spatial tunnel.
"Those fools in Hell always take pride in invading other worlds. Today, let me personally experience the wonderful taste of invading Hell!"
Martin's eyes blazed with intense flames. If there was any possibility, he certainly wouldn't mind wiping out all the Demons and Devils in Hell.
He only lacked strength; he would never lack ambition.
[Please give flowers and review votes!].
Chapter 46
The moment Hell's Gate opened, the many ancient forces across Earth immediately sensed it, their expressions instantly turning grim. Some hot-tempered ones even revealed looks of furious rage.
"A thick aura of Hell… Could it be that Demons from Hell are planning another major invasion of Earth?"
"They're asking for death! We have the Sorcerer Supreme, Superheroes, numerous Mutants, Kunlun and Atlantis, and Martin, who defeated Odin, with his endless Iron Legion! If the evil creatures of Hell dare to come to Earth, they're simply asking for death!"
Some people's faces immediately contorted into savage and cruel expressions.
Currently, Earth's overall strength had reached an unprecedented peak. Even among Skyfather-level powerhouses, there were two: the Sorcerer Supreme and Martin. If Black Bolt from the Moon was also counted, that would be three Skyfather-level beings, equivalent to three Archdemons of Hell!
This was despite many of them not knowing Surtur, the impossibly massive Giant. They speculated that this Fire Giant must be a Sub-Skyfather level entity; if he were Skyfather-level, he shouldn't have submitted to Martin so easily.
Some had already begun to spread messages, intending to go to war.
But soon, the news that came back left them utterly dumbfounded.
"What? Martin, this Skyfather, is actually sending his army into Hell? Has he gone mad?!"
"Someone saw Ghost Rider riding his motorcycle, rushing across the sea to the African Continent... Perhaps Mephisto, that old bastard, had a fierce conflict with Martin, and might have even had an Avatar destroyed."
The leaders of some ancient forces wore expressions of schadenfreude.
Mephisto, that old bastard, always sends a worthless Avatar to Earth to swindle and deceive Mortals everywhere. It's precisely because his actions haven't been *too* excessive that even the Sorcerer Supreme can only tolerate it—the Sorcerer Supreme can't exactly barge into Hell, after all.
Don't be cold-blooded; tens or hundreds of thousands of Mortals die on Earth every day due to car accidents and various other mishaps. Mephisto merely deceiving a few dozen people truly isn't a big deal.
But now, what did they see? Martin, this newly-ascended Earth Skyfather, had cruelly opened Hell's Gate with his army and then charged headfirst into it!!
For the first time in history, humanity had actively launched an invasion against Hell!
"Continue preparing for war. He's too young; he simply doesn't know how terrifying Hell is. It's a world independent of the Multiverse. Once he's defeated by countless Demons in Hell, they might follow the passage to attack Earth. We must find a way to block them."
On Kunlun Mountain, leader Jade Emperor, with his hands clasped behind his back, gazed into the distance and sighed softly, instructing: "Put the pursuit of The Hand in the island nation aside for now. Those five traitors not only betrayed Kunlun Mountain but also stole the Divine Dragon Power and gained Superhuman Power and Immortality. This debt will be settled eventually."
The various ancient forces began to mobilize.
Even the Sorcerer Supreme on the Himalayas had a solemn expression, her gaze seemingly piercing through countless stars, her brow slightly furrowed.
Mordo reprimanded, "He's too reckless! Hell, that cursed place, is utterly unsuitable for Human survival. Adventurously attacking Hell will only bring disaster to Earth! Even the entire Nine Realms could be dragged into a war with Hell!"
The Ancient One said calmly, "When he went to war with Odin, no one expected him to survive, much less defeat Odin."
Mordo was speechless.
"Just watch quietly. As long as I'm here, Earth will be fine."
The Ancient One's voice was full of serenity.
Jokes aside, unless a Multiverse-level Deity attacks this tiny speck of an Earth, no matter who comes, she can stop them.
This was the Sorcerer Supreme's domineering aura!
All of Earth's ancient forces entered a state of emergency war preparedness.
...
Hell.
Mephisto, his entire body blood-red like lava, sat quietly on his throne at this moment, his gaze exceedingly sinister as he idly toyed with a Soul he'd tricked from who knows which Universe.
This was merely one way for him to suppress the irritation in his heart.
"My Ghost Rider was actually eliminated by Surtur in such a manner... Losing a loyal servant is truly despicable."
At the thought of Martin, a strong malice, coupled with a cruel intent, welled up in Mephisto's heart.
"Killing a mere Avatar of mine is nothing. Those Humans always harbor such laughable notions. Could he possibly dare to attack Hell?"
Mephisto sneered repeatedly, not feeling panicked in the slightest, instead carrying a sense of condescending disdain.
Just then.
Boom!
A loud bang.
Mephisto frowned, and saw that above him, a Portal suddenly opened.
"Is this another Demon seeking death, trying to challenge my position?"
Mephisto gave a cruel smile, unperturbed by the scene. This was just how Hell was; slaughter and betrayal were constantly occurring.
But the next moment, he froze.
From the Portal, an endless stream of Robots poured out. The moment they appeared, they began firing wildly in all directions, unleashing Area Saturation Fire, killing any living thing they saw!
"Mephisto, I've come to invade you. Be proud, for your corpse will elevate my throne!"
Martin stepped into Hell with a cold sneer, his face icy.
[Please give flowers, please give review votes!!].
Chapter 47
"How can this be? You actually dare to step into Hell's domain?"
Mephisto stared at him in disbelief, his face a mask of shock.
"How many years has it been? How many years since there's been such a madman, daring to enter Hell, and bringing an army with him at that!"
"Aside from Demons and Devils, Hell holds nothing but endless suffering and mountains of corpses. It seems you wish to become one of them!"
Mephisto gave a sinister laugh and immediately commanded all the Demons to attack.
The war escalated to its maximum intensity from the very beginning. The Transformers and the vast number of Demons engaged in a brutal conflict. Especially after close-quarters combat began, both sides directly entered a melee state. Even the Transformers stopped their Area Saturation Fire, instead transforming into various longswords and bladed weapons, and began to fight to the death with their opponents.
Piercing roars erupted.
Countless figures became entangled. With every passing second, massive amounts of flesh or mechanical parts would be sent flying. This brutal clash was incredibly captivating and exceptionally bloody.
Wham!
Optimus Prime directly unleashed an Energy Cannon blast, obliterating a vast number of Demons, but he was quickly surrounded by even more.
"Focus, you fool!"
Megatron lunged forward in a single stride, his mighty and robust body crushing numerous Demons into a pulp. Finally, he kicked some Demons off Optimus Prime, trampling all of them to death.
Surtur was the most savage, wielding the Twilight Sword, frantically slaughtering everything. The terrifying tremors he caused resonated far and wide, his Skyfather-level might erupting completely, alerting countless Demons.
He had been repressed for too long; he urgently needed to vent!
Roar!
With a roar, Dr. Banner transformed into the Hulk on the spot, his muscles bulging. He glared around, then charged into the pile of Demons, tearing apart countless enemies.
"Good, but how long can you sustain this? This is Hell; I have countless Demons at my beck and call. Once all your Robots are dead, what will you do then? Total annihilation is your only outcome!"
Mephisto sneered, his blood-red eyes shifting, gazing at the fearless Transformers with a look of covetousness.
Martin suddenly smiled, "You say my forces are few?"
"Are they not?"
"Of course not."
Martin spread his arms, and with a booming sound, a terrifying power surged across the Portal. The Allspark's Power roared forth, beginning to furiously animate all Mechanical Constructs!
This terrifying, surging Energy field instantly swept across the entire African Continent, then continued to spread, enveloping the entire Atlantic Ocean, and subsequently bringing both the Americas and Europe under Martin's shadow!
In an instant, before anyone could react, countless machines in countless cities began to move spontaneously, converging towards various coordinates. Immediately, a Ground Bridge's Space-Time Vortex appeared, transporting them all to Martin's base, directly sending them through the Portal to Hell!
Half of Earth's machines were controlled by Martin, transforming into a nearly endless Steel Army, swarming in. This almost apocalyptic scene plunged the entire Earth into immense panic and unease. Martin's demonstrated Soldier Spawning Capability utterly stunned everyone.
"This is simply too terrifying, directly controlling half a planet's entire mechanical bodies..."
And this was just the beginning.
What was even more mind-numbing was that Martin also animated the processing machine tools and large mechanical devices, from mining ore to transportation, to the manufacturing of finished Mechanical Constructs, and finally animating them into Transformers...
A complete, dragon-like production chain was entirely under Martin's control. Countless Transformers were active on these frenzied production lines, continuously manufacturing new Transformers!
If this continued, as long as Earth's various mineral resources weren't depleted, Martin's military reserves would be equivalent to infinity!
Moreover, even if they were truly depleted, there would still be Moon, Mars, the entire Solar System, and even the entire Milky Way Galaxy as reserve resources...
Many people realized this, trembling all over!
This simply ineffable Mass Production capability: an unlimited, endless, infinitely vast ocean of steel!
At this moment, vast quantities were thrown into Hell to participate in the war!
How many Transformers were participating in the war, specifically? Ten billion? A hundred billion? A trillion? There was no end, only more.
No one could count them all, because every moment, countless new machines were being produced on Earth's various production lines, transforming into Transformers and being sent to the battlefield.
Later, Martin simply went even further, furiously stacking production lines on top of humanity's existing industrial system, producing more machines and large machine tools to open up an even greater number of industrial bases, thereby further increasing the quantity of new Transformers produced.
Everyone was dumbfounded!
This terrifying scene was simply unheard of. Even if one scoured the history of the entire Universe, no one had ever been able to achieve this step!
"Where exactly is his limit?"
Even the Ancient One was bewildered at this moment, a deep confusion showing on her face.
Martin's terrifying nature had finally revealed the tip of its iceberg at this moment. It was only during this world-class war against Hell's forces that they truly realized Martin's horror.
[Daily request for flowers and review votes!!].
Chapter 48
A corner of Hell was now filled by the overwhelming army of Transformers, and from the Portal, an even more terrifying number surged forth, resembling a Mechanical Calamity.
With Martin standing there, continuously Mass Producing soldiers and sustaining the Portal, a chilling sensation grew on his sneering face, making him even more grim and terrifying.
Looking out, countless Mechanical Legions, in groups and formations, traversed this world of red and lava, fearless of death, overwhelming one Demon after another.
As long as their strength hadn't reached the Sub-Skyfather level of shattering stars with a single punch, those at Level Four and below would still show weakness in the face of absolute numbers, and subsequently be torn to shreds by the frenzied and cruel Transformers.
(end of chapter)
