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Chapter 60: Tear!
Tony's Allspark had no ability to absorb Life Force, never had. His Allspark could perform Creation, allowing Transformers to be created to annihilate enemies, but that didn't mean the Allspark itself possessed the Authority of destruction.
Deacon, the False God whose mind had been addled by countless torrents of blood, was beginning to panic. His already abnormal psyche became even more deranged. The changes in Tony shattered his perception, breaking the myth of the Blood God's supreme power right before his eyes.
"No! No! No!" Deacon raved madly, waving his arms again and again. More and more blood surged from his body, writhing constantly as if every single drop possessed its own independent consciousness.
The surviving Vampires hiding in the shadows wore looks of horror. As Deacon's subordinates, some were actually spies planted by certain Vampire Families to relay information. Some Vampires were so terrified, they could barely resist their fear of the Mechanist and turn to flee.
He could even kill the Blood God, a thing of legend! That was the Blood God! Although it was an artificial creation, what being associated with the word "God" was ever easy to deal with? But Tony could do it! The Mechanist could do it! This impossibly young Mutant could do it!
A few of the Vampires took out recording devices. Although they were trembling, with Tony having the upper hand, they dared to start filming secretly, as Deacon had no energy to spare for them.
This footage of the battle between the Mechanist and the Blood God would be their best stepping stone for advancement. With the Council destroyed and Deacon about to be killed, the entire Vampire Kingdom would face massive turmoil, perhaps even a Civil War. The internal structure would be reshuffled, and these surviving Vampires needed to make a contribution to their new masters.
The Old Bartender was covered in wounds. But he paid them no mind, his eyes wide as he glared at Deacon through gritted teeth before finally choosing to clear out the riffraff nearby. The entire Central Altar had become the Supernatural Battlefield for Tony and Deacon. The Old Bartender could certainly handle a gun or a knife, but to participate as a Mortal was just wishful thinking.
The entire underground space began to shake. The ground cracked piece by piece, and the Mysterious Round Stele on the ceiling started to sway, threatening to crash down at any moment.
"Deacon, you're finished. You and your ambitions are finished! You were never as invincible as you thought!" Tony was buffeted by the power of the Blood Wave. Enduring the immense pressure, his feet shattered the ground beneath him as he stubbornly refused to retreat, carving through large swathes of blood.
When dealing with an infinitely regenerating creature like Deacon, the crudest method was a battle of attrition. The next best was using technological weapons capable of striking at the atomic level, like nuclear bombs. The best way was through the Mystical Side; whether through Magic or Dimensions, either could kill Deacon.
If Tony hadn't dared to fully activate his still-damaged Allspark, he would have had no choice but to flee in disarray with the Old Bartender and Blade. Physical attacks like guns, cannons, and swords were utterly incapable of killing Deacon.
A faint, stabbing pain began to emanate from his mind; that barely-there scar was shackling Tony once again. Using the Allspark in this manner was practically playing with fire. Although it greatly increased his lethality against Deacon, the load was immense. The Allspark was dimming at a rate visible to the naked eye.
If you have a cracked water bottle and you let the water flow freely from the crack, how long can the water inside last?
His Armor began to be corroded by the blood, showing signs of weakening. It was now a race against time: could Tony carve up Deacon first, or would Deacon wear Tony down? Tony began to secretly prepare his backup plan against Deacon.
"I am a Deity, the supreme Blood God! You and everything about you deserve to die!" Deacon roared, his face twisted with a rage that couldn't conceal his underlying terror. "You're the Monster, Tony! You're the real Monster! The world should see your true face! You are the Monster! You can destroy my endless life force!"
Tony remained silent. The two Little Transformers were also clad in armor, and with a roar, they pounced on Deacon. The greater the distance, the more astonishing the Allspark Energy consumption. Up to this point, he had already used up nearly half his reserves—a shocking amount.
"Damned things, get lost!" Deacon's severed arm regenerated. He swung it, intending to destroy these two insignificant pests.
A stream of blood was cleanly severed, falling to the ground where it rapidly withered and died. The other Mini-bot assembled a firearm and fired continuously. The shots slammed into Deacon's body, carrying away some of his blood, but the effect wasn't as great as before.
Deacon's eyes widened slightly. In a flash, a bolt of lightning seemed to tear through the darkness of his confusion, shattering his bewilderment. He seemed to understand what Tony's new ability was.
"Finally figured it out? My Allspark can 'sever' your control over your body!" Tony sneered. This viscous blood was truly bizarre, squirming as if it were alive. When Tony's Allspark Energy cut through it, it could completely obstruct Deacon's control over the separated blood!
"I see, I was overthinking it. I just have to make sure your blades don't cut off any parts of my body. That's simple," Deacon licked his lips, a look of delight on his face. He thought he had already figured out how to counter Tony.
Deacon withdrew the massive, yet bloated, Blood River, reforming into a humanoid shape. This time, he was fully formed. Having been shorn of a large amount of blood, his burden was now significantly reduced.
Deacon moved like a specter, his speed so great that only a series of afterimages could be seen in the air. At this moment, Deacon truly felt he had been a bit stupid. Why make such a big fuss when dealing with a Mortal? Using a Mortal's body to fight a Mortal was the most appropriate method.
Tony raised an eyebrow. His nerve reflexes were far beyond a normal person's, and he could vaguely make out Deacon's movements, but his body couldn't keep up. Deacon landed several consecutive punches on Tony, the force so heavy that it caused Tony intense pain even through his Armor.
Deacon laughed maniacally. Tony, who had been so troublesome just moments ago, was now like a ridiculous little kitten in his hands, being beaten until he was in agony.
"Hahahaha..."
"Had your laugh? Time for it to end!"
Tony turned his head and roared at the Old Bartender, "Get out of the way! Get away from that passage!"
The Old Bartender's eyelids twitched violently. A deafening sound came from the direction of the passage, as if some Giant Robot was charging in. A hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly moved aside.
A four-meter-tall metal being was the first to charge in! It had damaged the walls of the passage on its way, practically crawling on all fours, taking considerable time and effort to finally get down. Tony didn't care in the slightest if the passage was destroyed. Even if he were buried underground, as long as he had Optimus Prime and the others by his side, he could dig his way out if he had to!
A total of five Transformers charged in one after another from that passage. Logically, an underground structure wasn't suitable for these big guys to move freely, but unexpectedly, this Altar was so vast it was the perfect place to serve as Deacon's tomb!
"You think you can kill me with just these?"
Deacon's face was twisted, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Old Bartender seized the opportunity to open fire on Deacon. Blade, having finally dealt with his opponents, gripped his weapon and charged fearlessly toward Deacon. They didn't know what Tony was planning, but they knew he must have his own plan! This was the most basic understanding on a battlefield!
Annoyed, Deacon instinctively wanted to turn around and slaughter these two insignificant figures first to make Tony suffer. But in the next second, a colossal shadow fell over him.
The instant they opened fire, Optimus Prime leaped into the air, extending a fist, and smashed down from above!
Boom!
The heavy punch slammed the unprepared Deacon to the ground. The other four Transformers quickly followed, each grabbing a limb and tearing Deacon apart on the spot! Deacon's body was forcibly ripped into several pieces.
"You're finished, Deacon! You're completely finished!"
Optimus Prime pressed down on Deacon's head. Before Deacon's terrified gaze, a series of clicking sounds echoed as a large number of metal shields infused with Allspark Energy enclosed him piece by piece like a prison, and then sealed him in completely.
(end of chapter)
Tony's Allspark had no ability to absorb Life Force, never had. His Allspark could perform Creation, allowing Transformers to be created to annihilate enemies, but that didn't mean the Allspark itself possessed the Authority of destruction.
Deacon, the False God whose mind had been addled by countless torrents of blood, was beginning to panic. His already abnormal psyche became even more deranged. The changes in Tony shattered his perception, breaking the myth of the Blood God's supreme power right before his eyes.
"No! No! No!" Deacon raved madly, waving his arms again and again. More and more blood surged from his body, writhing constantly as if every single drop possessed its own independent consciousness.
The surviving Vampires hiding in the shadows wore looks of horror. As Deacon's subordinates, some were actually spies planted by certain Vampire Families to relay information. Some Vampires were so terrified, they could barely resist their fear of the Mechanist and turn to flee.
He could even kill the Blood God, a thing of legend! That was the Blood God! Although it was an artificial creation, what being associated with the word "God" was ever easy to deal with? But Tony could do it! The Mechanist could do it! This impossibly young Mutant could do it!
A few of the Vampires took out recording devices. Although they were trembling, with Tony having the upper hand, they dared to start filming secretly, as Deacon had no energy to spare for them.
This footage of the battle between the Mechanist and the Blood God would be their best stepping stone for advancement. With the Council destroyed and Deacon about to be killed, the entire Vampire Kingdom would face massive turmoil, perhaps even a Civil War. The internal structure would be reshuffled, and these surviving Vampires needed to make a contribution to their new masters.
The Old Bartender was covered in wounds. But he paid them no mind, his eyes wide as he glared at Deacon through gritted teeth before finally choosing to clear out the riffraff nearby. The entire Central Altar had become the Supernatural Battlefield for Tony and Deacon. The Old Bartender could certainly handle a gun or a knife, but to participate as a Mortal was just wishful thinking.
The entire underground space began to shake. The ground cracked piece by piece, and the Mysterious Round Stele on the ceiling started to sway, threatening to crash down at any moment.
"Deacon, you're finished. You and your ambitions are finished! You were never as invincible as you thought!" Tony was buffeted by the power of the Blood Wave. Enduring the immense pressure, his feet shattered the ground beneath him as he stubbornly refused to retreat, carving through large swathes of blood.
When dealing with an infinitely regenerating creature like Deacon, the crudest method was a battle of attrition. The next best was using technological weapons capable of striking at the atomic level, like nuclear bombs. The best way was through the Mystical Side; whether through Magic or Dimensions, either could kill Deacon.
If Tony hadn't dared to fully activate his still-damaged Allspark, he would have had no choice but to flee in disarray with the Old Bartender and Blade. Physical attacks like guns, cannons, and swords were utterly incapable of killing Deacon.
A faint, stabbing pain began to emanate from his mind; that barely-there scar was shackling Tony once again. Using the Allspark in this manner was practically playing with fire. Although it greatly increased his lethality against Deacon, the load was immense. The Allspark was dimming at a rate visible to the naked eye.
If you have a cracked water bottle and you let the water flow freely from the crack, how long can the water inside last?
His Armor began to be corroded by the blood, showing signs of weakening. It was now a race against time: could Tony carve up Deacon first, or would Deacon wear Tony down? Tony began to secretly prepare his backup plan against Deacon.
"I am a Deity, the supreme Blood God! You and everything about you deserve to die!" Deacon roared, his face twisted with a rage that couldn't conceal his underlying terror. "You're the Monster, Tony! You're the real Monster! The world should see your true face! You are the Monster! You can destroy my endless life force!"
Tony remained silent. The two Little Transformers were also clad in armor, and with a roar, they pounced on Deacon. The greater the distance, the more astonishing the Allspark Energy consumption. Up to this point, he had already used up nearly half his reserves—a shocking amount.
"Damned things, get lost!" Deacon's severed arm regenerated. He swung it, intending to destroy these two insignificant pests.
A stream of blood was cleanly severed, falling to the ground where it rapidly withered and died. The other Mini-bot assembled a firearm and fired continuously. The shots slammed into Deacon's body, carrying away some of his blood, but the effect wasn't as great as before.
Deacon's eyes widened slightly. In a flash, a bolt of lightning seemed to tear through the darkness of his confusion, shattering his bewilderment. He seemed to understand what Tony's new ability was.
"Finally figured it out? My Allspark can 'sever' your control over your body!" Tony sneered. This viscous blood was truly bizarre, squirming as if it were alive. When Tony's Allspark Energy cut through it, it could completely obstruct Deacon's control over the separated blood!
"I see, I was overthinking it. I just have to make sure your blades don't cut off any parts of my body. That's simple," Deacon licked his lips, a look of delight on his face. He thought he had already figured out how to counter Tony.
Deacon withdrew the massive, yet bloated, Blood River, reforming into a humanoid shape. This time, he was fully formed. Having been shorn of a large amount of blood, his burden was now significantly reduced.
Deacon moved like a specter, his speed so great that only a series of afterimages could be seen in the air. At this moment, Deacon truly felt he had been a bit stupid. Why make such a big fuss when dealing with a Mortal? Using a Mortal's body to fight a Mortal was the most appropriate method.
Tony raised an eyebrow. His nerve reflexes were far beyond a normal person's, and he could vaguely make out Deacon's movements, but his body couldn't keep up. Deacon landed several consecutive punches on Tony, the force so heavy that it caused Tony intense pain even through his Armor.
Deacon laughed maniacally. Tony, who had been so troublesome just moments ago, was now like a ridiculous little kitten in his hands, being beaten until he was in agony.
"Hahahaha..."
"Had your laugh? Time for it to end!"
Tony turned his head and roared at the Old Bartender, "Get out of the way! Get away from that passage!"
The Old Bartender's eyelids twitched violently. A deafening sound came from the direction of the passage, as if some Giant Robot was charging in. A hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly moved aside.
A four-meter-tall metal being was the first to charge in! It had damaged the walls of the passage on its way, practically crawling on all fours, taking considerable time and effort to finally get down. Tony didn't care in the slightest if the passage was destroyed. Even if he were buried underground, as long as he had Optimus Prime and the others by his side, he could dig his way out if he had to!
A total of five Transformers charged in one after another from that passage. Logically, an underground structure wasn't suitable for these big guys to move freely, but unexpectedly, this Altar was so vast it was the perfect place to serve as Deacon's tomb!
"You think you can kill me with just these?"
Deacon's face was twisted, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Old Bartender seized the opportunity to open fire on Deacon. Blade, having finally dealt with his opponents, gripped his weapon and charged fearlessly toward Deacon. They didn't know what Tony was planning, but they knew he must have his own plan! This was the most basic understanding on a battlefield!
Annoyed, Deacon instinctively wanted to turn around and slaughter these two insignificant figures first to make Tony suffer. But in the next second, a colossal shadow fell over him.
The instant they opened fire, Optimus Prime leaped into the air, extending a fist, and smashed down from above!
Boom!
The heavy punch slammed the unprepared Deacon to the ground. The other four Transformers quickly followed, each grabbing a limb and tearing Deacon apart on the spot! Deacon's body was forcibly ripped into several pieces.
"You're finished, Deacon! You're completely finished!"
Optimus Prime pressed down on Deacon's head. Before Deacon's terrified gaze, a series of clicking sounds echoed as a large number of metal shields infused with Allspark Energy enclosed him piece by piece like a prison, and then sealed him in completely.
(end of chapter)
