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Chapter 62
“Hmm?”
Thanos frowned, then suddenly turned his head. He saw a black shadow flash past, emanating a thick glow of Death's Laws. But upon closer inspection, there was nothing, as if it were an illusion.
“It's happening again...” Thanos frowned.
This had happened once before when he was very young; Death had visited him, but he had never taken it to heart.
For the noble ideal in his heart, even if a True God stood before him, he would dare to cut them down on the spot.
“This is the Willpower of the Universe; this entire Universe hopes I succeed.”
Thanos took a deep breath.
The Death and Annihilation he felt absolutely could not be faked.
The Universe itself hoped he would succeed.
“The Infinity Stones...” Thanos looked towards Earth, lost in thought.
---
Martin declared that he completely disregarded the stage plays of some petty clowns.
Whether it was the Ancient One, Thanos, or other sundry Gods.
Ultimately, they were just a bunch of clowns desperately trying to crack lame jokes.
He returned directly to the Earth base and officially began preparing for his departure.
It was also time to build a planet of his own, one that would truly materialize in the cosmic starry sky... Cybertron.
With two Infinity Stones in hand, conjuring a Metal Planet out of thin air was simply too easy.
“Without a doubt, our planet should be equipped with powerful Planetary Engines, possessing the ability for high-speed movement.”
Shockwave took out the constructed planet model and said in a cold voice, "Considering future plans, placing Cybertron in this position is the optimal choice."
Shockwave was referring to...
...the original location of Asgard.
Chapter 79
Earth had recently been in a state of tremendous upheaval.
A series of events frequently erupted, and each one caused more or less casualties.
From the Hulk battling Abomination, to hundreds of bases being destroyed and nuclear missiles exploding, then to Odin descending upon Earth, causing millions of casualties in the New York Battle, and finally to Martin and the Ancient One's war, which directly shook the Universe. Earth, of course, was like duckweed in the rain, trembling wildly, with countless people praying in panic.
It was too heart-pounding.
And those with a broader perspective could naturally see that these major events were almost all related to Martin.
Martin, this miraculously powerful rising monster, seemed to symbolize disaster itself; his tyranny and ruthless determination, ambition and desire swept away countless lives again and again, all of whom became pathetic sacrifices.
Martin didn't care about any of this. He was a conqueror; to achieve his goals, he never cared about casualties. As long as the goal could be achieved, as long as the benefits reaped were great enough, and as long as there was a certain possibility of success, he was even very willing to personally face danger.
Never think that an ambitious conqueror merely likes to stand above and enslave others; that kind is a useless person with high ambitions but low capabilities.
“Shockwave, you team up with Ratchet and Dr. Banner. I need you to immediately formulate a complete plan, not just for site selection, but also for Cybertron's atmospheric composition, geological element combination, and the layout of land and oceans. I need all of these.”
Martin commanded.
“It would be my honor to serve you, my esteemed Creator.” Shockwave turned and left, beginning to make preparations.
Martin nodded, stood up, and looked into the distance. His vision had long surpassed the confines of mere Earth, and his keen sense of smell could clearly detect a bloodthirsty aura.
Everything was changing.
“Begin Lottery Draw.”
Martin said silently in his heart.
In the light screen in his mind, a large number of graphics immediately flashed past.
“Beep! Initiating Universe-level Prestige Draw!”
“Congratulations, Host, you have obtained an Ancient Special Transformer (sealed).”
Sealed?
Martin frowned slightly, showing confusion, then clicked open the selected light screen and saw the detailed information.
“Ancient Transformers are a category to which many Special Transformers belong. Among them are many powerful Transformers. To unlock them, special power or items are required.”
Martin immediately understood; it was just like when he first unlocked the Decepticons and Autobots.
To unlock the Decepticons, he killed Abomination. To unlock the Autobots, he killed T'Challa and the Panther God.
Now, to unlock these powerful Dinobots, he also needed to obtain a special power as a medium.
“Grimlock and his kind are fine, but what I'm most interested in is precisely this big guy...”
Martin clicked on a graphic, which revealed a terrifyingly monstrous big guy.
Predaking.
Having survived all the way from Cybertron's ancient era to the age of the Decepticon and Autobot struggle for supremacy, five Predacons could combine into the top-tier Combiner Transformer, Predaking.
A single Predacon could even contend with a Leader Transformer like Megatron. The combat prowess of the combined Predaking was imaginable; it was a nearly perfect weapon of war.
“I need to find a power medium that can activate Ancient Transformers...”
Martin pondered for a moment, then roughly knew what to do.
It was also time to make contact with those guys – those who possessed Divine Dragon Power.
K'un-Lun and The Hand.
“First, go to The Hand, kill all five of their leaders, and research what Divine Dragon Power actually is.”
Martin was silent for a moment, then issued the order.
Go to Japan and bring those five old geezers back.
A large number of Transformers all received the order, cold light gleaming in their eyes. They weren't interested in knowing if The Hand's five old geezers intended to cooperate or resist; he only needed the Divine Dragon Power from them.
“Orders received: destroy The Hand and capture The Five Fingers of The Hand alive.”
A large number of Transformers began to act. Under the leadership of Optimus Prime and Megatron, they opened a Ground Bridge and instantly arrived in Japan.
A large number of ninjas surrounded them, asking sternly, "What are you doing here? Our Hand has never offended you!"
*Bang!*
Megatron instantly punched him into a bloody pulp.
“Whether you've offended us or not is completely irrelevant. What's important is that I want to see your leaders!” Megatron grinned sinisterly.
Optimus Prime glanced down, his brows furrowed slightly. He drew a special greatsword that bore the power of Thor's Hammer and Stormbreaker, and also had unknown elements mixed within it.
“I don't want to hurt you. Immediately send out The Hand's high-ranking members.”
Optimus Prime, holding the four to five-meter-long greatsword, had an extremely intimidating aura. Even these battle-hardened ninjas couldn't help but feel a sliver of fear in their hearts at this moment.
*Whoosh!*
Suddenly, five virtual screens appeared, and five figures emerged.
“We are filled with respect for Mr. Martin and have never made any offensive moves. We don't know what exactly happened to make you gentlemen barge in like this.”
Madame Gao looked at the large number of Transformers, her scalp tingling. Forcefully suppressing the instinct to turn and flee, she said in a deep voice.
It wasn't that her temperament was too poor; she was, after all, four or five hundred years old, having weathered countless storms.
It was just that the things she faced were too terrifying! Especially the figure standing behind these robots; he was simply a living deity on Earth, and a particularly powerful and tyrannical deity at that!
A mere Hand would have no problem dealing with someone like Daredevil, but to face a behemoth like Martin...
They would all die!
Even Divine Dragon Power couldn't save them!!
Megatron took a step forward and, with a thunderous crash, shattered the virtual screen before him. He grinned sinisterly and said, "“Our goal is just the five of you. Everyone else is worthless. If you don't want to die, get out of our way!”"
“Kill them!”
After a moment of silence, The Five Fingers helplessly issued the command. As they looked at each other, they could all see the fear on each other's faces.
Where exactly had they offended Martin?!
Why did these robots treat them this way, and specifically demand the five of them?!
“It must be related to the Divine Dragon Power! Otherwise, they could have directly attacked The Hand and killed all the ninjas!”
Murakami slowly drew his katana, his face ashen.
The five of them were originally K'un-Lun martial artists. Later, out of greed, after stealing a portion of Divine Dragon Power, they obtained the power of immortality and fled from K'un-Lun Mountain, coming to Japan to establish The Hand.
Besides Divine Dragon Power, the five of them truly didn't know what else could attract the attention of a terrifying monster like Martin.
“We absolutely cannot give up the Divine Dragon Power, so let's find a way to escape. Perhaps there will still be a glimmer of hope for a turnaround in the future.”
Madame Gao painfully closed her eyes. From 1588 until now, The Hand had finally reached its end.
Chapter 80
This was a brutal massacre.
Even though The Hand had a large number of meticulously trained ninjas, facing these terrifying weapons of war—the Transformers—they simply had no power to fight back. Even the assassination techniques these ninjas were most proud of, when faced with powerful information gathering and analysis systems, would be instantly deciphered.
The Hand was perishing.
“What's happening?”
Daredevil listened intently to the horrifying sounds of slaughter, a look of shock on his face.
Elektra's scalp tingled. "It's those Transformers! They're attacking The Hand... God above..."
This was an unprecedentedly terrifying massacre. Those assassin ninjas, armed with swords, could only leave faint marks on the Transformers' bodies even with all their might.
Daredevil's expression was solemn. As The Hand's archenemy, he had fought them for many years. Originally, this infiltration into Japan was to settle old scores with The Five Fingers of The Hand, but he never expected that even more terrifying foes had already made their move.
The five figures began to move rapidly, about to rush into the ocean.
“You five old dogs, where do you think you're going?!” Megatron grinned sinisterly, taking large strides and trampling many ninjas to death along the way, directly charging towards The Five Fingers.
A large number of Transformers had already gathered there and opened fire with a thunderous roar.
“Damn it!”
The five high-ranking members of The Hand, their eyes wide with fury, roared and continuously unleashed streams of chi, severing a large number of attacks. But seizing the opening, a large number of Transformers had already surrounded them.
(end of chapter)
Thanos frowned, then suddenly turned his head. He saw a black shadow flash past, emanating a thick glow of Death's Laws. But upon closer inspection, there was nothing, as if it were an illusion.
“It's happening again...” Thanos frowned.
This had happened once before when he was very young; Death had visited him, but he had never taken it to heart.
For the noble ideal in his heart, even if a True God stood before him, he would dare to cut them down on the spot.
“This is the Willpower of the Universe; this entire Universe hopes I succeed.”
Thanos took a deep breath.
The Death and Annihilation he felt absolutely could not be faked.
The Universe itself hoped he would succeed.
“The Infinity Stones...” Thanos looked towards Earth, lost in thought.
---
Martin declared that he completely disregarded the stage plays of some petty clowns.
Whether it was the Ancient One, Thanos, or other sundry Gods.
Ultimately, they were just a bunch of clowns desperately trying to crack lame jokes.
He returned directly to the Earth base and officially began preparing for his departure.
It was also time to build a planet of his own, one that would truly materialize in the cosmic starry sky... Cybertron.
With two Infinity Stones in hand, conjuring a Metal Planet out of thin air was simply too easy.
“Without a doubt, our planet should be equipped with powerful Planetary Engines, possessing the ability for high-speed movement.”
Shockwave took out the constructed planet model and said in a cold voice, "Considering future plans, placing Cybertron in this position is the optimal choice."
Shockwave was referring to...
...the original location of Asgard.
Chapter 79
Earth had recently been in a state of tremendous upheaval.
A series of events frequently erupted, and each one caused more or less casualties.
From the Hulk battling Abomination, to hundreds of bases being destroyed and nuclear missiles exploding, then to Odin descending upon Earth, causing millions of casualties in the New York Battle, and finally to Martin and the Ancient One's war, which directly shook the Universe. Earth, of course, was like duckweed in the rain, trembling wildly, with countless people praying in panic.
It was too heart-pounding.
And those with a broader perspective could naturally see that these major events were almost all related to Martin.
Martin, this miraculously powerful rising monster, seemed to symbolize disaster itself; his tyranny and ruthless determination, ambition and desire swept away countless lives again and again, all of whom became pathetic sacrifices.
Martin didn't care about any of this. He was a conqueror; to achieve his goals, he never cared about casualties. As long as the goal could be achieved, as long as the benefits reaped were great enough, and as long as there was a certain possibility of success, he was even very willing to personally face danger.
Never think that an ambitious conqueror merely likes to stand above and enslave others; that kind is a useless person with high ambitions but low capabilities.
“Shockwave, you team up with Ratchet and Dr. Banner. I need you to immediately formulate a complete plan, not just for site selection, but also for Cybertron's atmospheric composition, geological element combination, and the layout of land and oceans. I need all of these.”
Martin commanded.
“It would be my honor to serve you, my esteemed Creator.” Shockwave turned and left, beginning to make preparations.
Martin nodded, stood up, and looked into the distance. His vision had long surpassed the confines of mere Earth, and his keen sense of smell could clearly detect a bloodthirsty aura.
Everything was changing.
“Begin Lottery Draw.”
Martin said silently in his heart.
In the light screen in his mind, a large number of graphics immediately flashed past.
“Beep! Initiating Universe-level Prestige Draw!”
“Congratulations, Host, you have obtained an Ancient Special Transformer (sealed).”
Sealed?
Martin frowned slightly, showing confusion, then clicked open the selected light screen and saw the detailed information.
“Ancient Transformers are a category to which many Special Transformers belong. Among them are many powerful Transformers. To unlock them, special power or items are required.”
Martin immediately understood; it was just like when he first unlocked the Decepticons and Autobots.
To unlock the Decepticons, he killed Abomination. To unlock the Autobots, he killed T'Challa and the Panther God.
Now, to unlock these powerful Dinobots, he also needed to obtain a special power as a medium.
“Grimlock and his kind are fine, but what I'm most interested in is precisely this big guy...”
Martin clicked on a graphic, which revealed a terrifyingly monstrous big guy.
Predaking.
Having survived all the way from Cybertron's ancient era to the age of the Decepticon and Autobot struggle for supremacy, five Predacons could combine into the top-tier Combiner Transformer, Predaking.
A single Predacon could even contend with a Leader Transformer like Megatron. The combat prowess of the combined Predaking was imaginable; it was a nearly perfect weapon of war.
“I need to find a power medium that can activate Ancient Transformers...”
Martin pondered for a moment, then roughly knew what to do.
It was also time to make contact with those guys – those who possessed Divine Dragon Power.
K'un-Lun and The Hand.
“First, go to The Hand, kill all five of their leaders, and research what Divine Dragon Power actually is.”
Martin was silent for a moment, then issued the order.
Go to Japan and bring those five old geezers back.
A large number of Transformers all received the order, cold light gleaming in their eyes. They weren't interested in knowing if The Hand's five old geezers intended to cooperate or resist; he only needed the Divine Dragon Power from them.
“Orders received: destroy The Hand and capture The Five Fingers of The Hand alive.”
A large number of Transformers began to act. Under the leadership of Optimus Prime and Megatron, they opened a Ground Bridge and instantly arrived in Japan.
A large number of ninjas surrounded them, asking sternly, "What are you doing here? Our Hand has never offended you!"
*Bang!*
Megatron instantly punched him into a bloody pulp.
“Whether you've offended us or not is completely irrelevant. What's important is that I want to see your leaders!” Megatron grinned sinisterly.
Optimus Prime glanced down, his brows furrowed slightly. He drew a special greatsword that bore the power of Thor's Hammer and Stormbreaker, and also had unknown elements mixed within it.
“I don't want to hurt you. Immediately send out The Hand's high-ranking members.”
Optimus Prime, holding the four to five-meter-long greatsword, had an extremely intimidating aura. Even these battle-hardened ninjas couldn't help but feel a sliver of fear in their hearts at this moment.
*Whoosh!*
Suddenly, five virtual screens appeared, and five figures emerged.
“We are filled with respect for Mr. Martin and have never made any offensive moves. We don't know what exactly happened to make you gentlemen barge in like this.”
Madame Gao looked at the large number of Transformers, her scalp tingling. Forcefully suppressing the instinct to turn and flee, she said in a deep voice.
It wasn't that her temperament was too poor; she was, after all, four or five hundred years old, having weathered countless storms.
It was just that the things she faced were too terrifying! Especially the figure standing behind these robots; he was simply a living deity on Earth, and a particularly powerful and tyrannical deity at that!
A mere Hand would have no problem dealing with someone like Daredevil, but to face a behemoth like Martin...
They would all die!
Even Divine Dragon Power couldn't save them!!
Megatron took a step forward and, with a thunderous crash, shattered the virtual screen before him. He grinned sinisterly and said, "“Our goal is just the five of you. Everyone else is worthless. If you don't want to die, get out of our way!”"
“Kill them!”
After a moment of silence, The Five Fingers helplessly issued the command. As they looked at each other, they could all see the fear on each other's faces.
Where exactly had they offended Martin?!
Why did these robots treat them this way, and specifically demand the five of them?!
“It must be related to the Divine Dragon Power! Otherwise, they could have directly attacked The Hand and killed all the ninjas!”
Murakami slowly drew his katana, his face ashen.
The five of them were originally K'un-Lun martial artists. Later, out of greed, after stealing a portion of Divine Dragon Power, they obtained the power of immortality and fled from K'un-Lun Mountain, coming to Japan to establish The Hand.
Besides Divine Dragon Power, the five of them truly didn't know what else could attract the attention of a terrifying monster like Martin.
“We absolutely cannot give up the Divine Dragon Power, so let's find a way to escape. Perhaps there will still be a glimmer of hope for a turnaround in the future.”
Madame Gao painfully closed her eyes. From 1588 until now, The Hand had finally reached its end.
Chapter 80
This was a brutal massacre.
Even though The Hand had a large number of meticulously trained ninjas, facing these terrifying weapons of war—the Transformers—they simply had no power to fight back. Even the assassination techniques these ninjas were most proud of, when faced with powerful information gathering and analysis systems, would be instantly deciphered.
The Hand was perishing.
“What's happening?”
Daredevil listened intently to the horrifying sounds of slaughter, a look of shock on his face.
Elektra's scalp tingled. "It's those Transformers! They're attacking The Hand... God above..."
This was an unprecedentedly terrifying massacre. Those assassin ninjas, armed with swords, could only leave faint marks on the Transformers' bodies even with all their might.
Daredevil's expression was solemn. As The Hand's archenemy, he had fought them for many years. Originally, this infiltration into Japan was to settle old scores with The Five Fingers of The Hand, but he never expected that even more terrifying foes had already made their move.
The five figures began to move rapidly, about to rush into the ocean.
“You five old dogs, where do you think you're going?!” Megatron grinned sinisterly, taking large strides and trampling many ninjas to death along the way, directly charging towards The Five Fingers.
A large number of Transformers had already gathered there and opened fire with a thunderous roar.
“Damn it!”
The five high-ranking members of The Hand, their eyes wide with fury, roared and continuously unleashed streams of chi, severing a large number of attacks. But seizing the opening, a large number of Transformers had already surrounded them.
(end of chapter)
