Although Thor's attack just now had looked fierce and decisive, and he destroyed the tripod mecha quickly, he had actually expended a considerable amount of energy just to breach its shield.
He could certainly handle a hundred of these things.
But dealing with a thousand, or ten thousand, would be far more difficult.
And to conquer Earth, the Martians had dispatched hundreds of thousands of them.
They were evenly distributed across densely populated regions around the world.
New York City alone had thousands of these mecha.
Across the entire United States, there were at least two hundred thousand units.
"I suggest you find a way to break their shields. Once the shield is down, these things will be much easier to deal with."
"Otherwise… you humans will suffer enormous losses!"
Thor looked displeased. If something like this appeared on Asgard, it would amount to nothing.
They wouldn't even be able to breach Asgard's defenses.
Against Asgardian energy weapons, the tripod mecha would be wiped out within minutes.
But Earth's technology was simply too weak.
Aside from nuclear weapons, no conventional heavy armaments could cause any real damage to these machines.
However, Luke shook his head calmly. "You're overestimating them. Do you believe that without firing a single shot, we can eliminate all these invaders?"
Thor instinctively wanted to argue, but recalling the abilities Luke had displayed, he hesitated and conceded, "If you personally take action, dealing with them wouldn't be difficult."
"No," Luke replied. "I mean I won't take action. We'll rely solely on humanity itself."
Beep, beep, beep—
Luke took out his phone. An incoming call.
After answering, a woman's voice came through the line.
"Please excuse the intrusion, Mr. Luke. I'm Maria Hill, Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. We'd like to discuss—"
"If this is about the AllSpark, then there's no need to talk."
Luke cut Hill off directly. "I solved the Maine crisis for you, closed the extra-dimensional rift, and stopped an apocalypse. The AllSpark is my spoils of war."
Hill fell silent for a moment and looked up at the quiet Nick Fury.
Nick Fury, who was watching a muted video of Luke slaughtering Megatron and the other Decepticons, frowned and gave a slight nod.
They had never truly intended to force Luke to hand over the AllSpark.
This man was a top-tier existence. Offending him for the sake of aliens would be sheer insanity.
By comparison, those aliens looked far easier to deal with.
Even though test results from the P5 nations showed that their weapons were currently ineffective against the tripod mecha,
Nick Fury was still convinced that Luke was far more terrifying than the aliens.
Otherwise, those invaders wouldn't have given Earth a full thirty minutes to deliberate, allowing humanity to pressure Luke in the first place.
If the aliens were truly confident of victory, why didn't they attack immediately?
At a glance, it was obvious who the real superior power was.
Having received instructions, Hill continued, "You misunderstood. We're not asking you to hand over the AllSpark. We're simply representing the United Nations to consult you about intelligence on these aliens."
Luke thought for a moment, then decided to provide the solution.
He couldn't be bothered to play babysitter, running around the world dealing with tripod mecha one by one.
"I do have a piece of intelligence you can try."
"Please tell us!" Hill's spirits lifted, and she straightened, listening intently.
"The Martians' own immune systems can't withstand Earth's bacteria and viruses."
"What?"
Hill was stunned, and then she heard a dialing tone in her ear.
Nick Fury was equally dumbfounded.
"Wait… does he mean that all we need to do is release bacteria and viruses to defeat these massive monsters that even nuclear weapons can't destroy?"
Nick Fury found the idea absurd.
The Martian invaders who had left the P5 nations at a loss were apparently unable to adapt to Earth's environment.
So the question was—
Who had given these aliens the courage to invade Earth?
They had to be insane.
Hill also looked bewildered. "Director, what should we do?"
Nick Fury thought for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Have Fort Detrick prepare a biological payload containing every bacterium and virus currently known on Earth."
"No matter what, we have to try."
"Wait. Have the Osborn Group and Umbrella Corporation take the lead and mobilize all biological and pharmaceutical companies to rapidly prepare a composite mixture of their most potent bacteria and viruses."
"We're going to give those bastards a big one."
Nick Fury chose to believe Luke for a simple reason.
Luke had no reason to deceive them.
On the other side,
Thor's face was filled with disbelief. "Buddy, did you really just say that these Martians can't even withstand Earth's bacteria and viruses?"
Luke nodded. He had just checked the Martians' character template through the Reality Editor and confirmed the information was accurate.
Thor said helplessly, "They're the worst group of invaders I've ever seen."
"Come on, let's watch the show."
Luke signaled for Thor to follow, while at the same time sending messages to the women on his phone, telling them to stay calm and not worry.
Although the combined invasion of Earth by the Decepticons and the Martians was unexpected, in Luke's eyes, this crisis wasn't really a crisis at all.
As long as their weakness was known, Earth could wipe out the Martians within an hour.
They might even dare to launch a counterattack on Mars.
At the same time—
Wakanda, Africa.
A high-tech nation hidden behind advanced stealth technology.
"Father.. My King, the invaders attacking Earth this time are Martians. Their technology is extremely powerful. Even if Wakanda intervened, it would be very difficult to defeat such a massive army."
T'Challa, who had not yet become the Black Panther, spoke worriedly to his father, T'Chaka.
T'Chaka was awkwardly putting on the Black Panther suit.
Years of a life of status and comfort had caused him to put on some weight, forcing Shuri to hurriedly prepare a properly sized suit for him.
Hearing this, T'Chaka's expression also grew solemn. "It seems we can no longer remain on the sidelines. Go and prepare. This time, we may have to fight the Martians alongside the United Nations."
"Wakanda forever."
T'Challa nodded and, with a heavy heart, went to contact the military.
At the same time—
In outer space near Earth.
A massive spacecraft lay hidden in stealth mode.
No one—not Shockwave, not Earth's forces, and not the Martians—had detected its presence.
Inside the spacecraft,
A group of tall, ferocious-looking Predators were watching Earth on a large screen.
The Predator Elder looked at the Martians' tripod mecha with clear delight.
"These machines look extremely powerful. I want them for my collection."
At that moment, a Predator stepped forward.
"Elder, the Cybertron remnants are invading Earth. Should we still proceed with the hunt according to the original plan?"
The Elder pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"Continue the hunt, provided the operation can be completed before Earth is destroyed."
"Then do we need to warn these guys not to interfere with our hunting ground?"
"They won't notice. From now on, they will be our new prey—prey worthy of the hunt!"
The massive spacecraft quietly altered its course and headed straight for the Antarctic continent.
No one detected its presence.
Except for one being—Heimdall.
Heimdall did not immediately discover the Predator spacecraft.
It was only after they arrived over Antarctica and dispatched their specialized hunting craft that Heimdall sensed these unwelcome guests.
Soon after, Thor also received news of the situation in Antarctica.
Luke Rowling, who had been preparing to sit back and watch the show, couldn't help but feel speechless when he heard that the Predators had arrived as well.
"Earth really is lively…"
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