Detected item: Spark of life (Damaged).
Quality: Unique.
A crystalline remnant of energy from the world Cybertron (Primus), capable of activating mechanical life forms and imbuing them with intelligence and a soul. Upon death, the souls of activated mechanical life forms will return to the Spark of life.
Energy available: 100,000 / ???
He finally got his hands on the Spark of life. Looking at the system's detection information, Emrys asked curiously, "What do the question marks in the energy unit mean?"
Traveler, because the Spark of life is in a damaged state, this fragment has a total energy of 'one hundred thousand'. Each activation and use will consume energy units, and it will automatically absorb dark matter from the universe to replenish its own energy. The recovery time is undetermined.
Understood!
Emrys roughly understood that the Spark of life fragment was like a central hub. The energy consumed with each use needed to be replenished from the universe.
That was good news; at least he no longer needed to consider how to replenish the Spark of life's energy.
Just this one fragment could contain 'one hundred thousand' units of energy and transform Cybertronian mechanical life. One could imagine… how massive an energy source a complete 'Spark of life' would be. No wonder it could power a world!
"It's not entirely hopeless…" Emrys put the 'Spark of life' fragment into his personal space, full of confidence, a slight curve on his lips: "I refuse to believe that Primus of Cybertron can't restore the 'Spark of life'."
Of course, with his current strength, unless he brought the main Imperial fleet to the Transformers universe, trying to go head-to-head with Cybertron's Creator, Primus, was clearly overthinking it.
But that didn't mean it would always be so in the future.
Moreover, let alone bringing the main Imperial fleet, even the Excalibur Conqueror-class cruiser would be difficult. To make a universe warship of that level cross world barriers would require not just 'energy' but also 'source power'!
However, Emrys firmly believed that one day, he would lead more than one universe warship to cross the world barriers, and let Primus witness a surprise from Warhammer!
Arriving at the agreed location, Bumblebee, Jazz, Jetfire, and Nightblade were anxiously waiting. Seeing him return safely, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay, we can't be defeated by one failure!"
Jetfire saw him return empty-handed and without activating the beacon, so he naturally assumed the plan had failed.
"Who told you I failed?"
Emrys turned his head, looking at him in surprise, and casually took out the Spark of life fragment from his personal space: "It's just that, unexpectedly, the Decepticons set a trap at the base, so I didn't activate the teleportation beacon."
"You… you got it?!" Jetfire, Bumblebee, and Jazz widened their optics and immediately gathered around, staring at the fragment as if it were a priceless treasure, swallowing their lubricant.
Yes, it was the 'Spark of life'!
"That's great, now… Optimus Prime is saved!"
Ratchet could not hide his excitement, lubricant spraying from his optical sensors, his voice a little choked.
"Saving Optimus Prime is possible, but I have a condition." Emrys suddenly put the Spark of life back into his personal space, staring at Ratchet: "This sole remaining Spark of life fragment is crucial for the upcoming war. There must be no mistakes. Do you… understand what I mean?"
Ratchet paused for a few seconds, then reacted: "Commander, do you mean to just activate Optimus Prime's Spark, but preserve the Spark of life fragment, right?"
As expected of Ratchet, he immediately understood his intention. Emrys nodded: "Yes, that's what I mean. Can it be done?"
"This…"
Ratchet hesitated slightly.
From his heart, he hoped to fully revive Optimus Prime using the Spark of life, not just activate the extinguished Spark energy. After all, full recovery and critically injured are two different concepts!
Even for a Transformer, recovering full strength from severe injuries would take a very long time, especially given the current grim situation.
"Preserving the Spark of life fragment allows us to convert a batch of mass-produced warriors, which is indeed very important for the upcoming decisive battle," Jetfire also cast a vote in favor.
Jazz opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't feel right speaking up.
After all, the Spark of life fragment was obtained by someone who risked his life from the Decepticon base. It was already good enough that he was willing to keep his promise and revive Optimus Prime. How could the Autobots have the nerve to ask for more?
"Forget it, Ratchet…" Jazz went through a difficult internal struggle and finally made up his mind, patting Ratchet's shoulder and saying in a deep voice: "Jetfire is right. Even if this Spark of life fragment is consumed to fully restore Optimus Prime, it will be difficult for the Autobots to defeat the Fallen. We need more combat power!"
Since Jazz, as the second-in-command, said so, Ratchet could only reluctantly comply, nodding: "I understand, Commander… I will try my best to consume the minimum amount of energy to activate Optimus Prime's Spark energy."
This was also an unavoidable measure.
For now, 'brother Prime' would have to endure. He had a great use for the Spark of life and could not treat it as a disposable item. As for the Matrix of primeship… that was even less likely.
"Very good."
Having achieved his goal, Emrys handed the Spark of life fragment to Ratchet: "Go revive Optimus Prime. I also have a deal to discuss thoroughly with your 'prime'."
He had an idea about the Transformers world.
It was clearly one race, yet due to two primes, they had been fighting amongst themselves for many years, leading to the loss of their home. Wasn't this a betrayal of Primus?!
Thus, he had an idea.
Integrate the Transformers, rebuild order, and let the Autobots and Decepticons unite once again under the same banner, fighting for their home and future, in the name of the 'Machine God'!
Conquering Optimus Prime was the first step!
While he was thinking, Ratchet had already begun the operation. The Spark of life fragment floated in mid-air, and Optimus Prime's body lay below.
The pure energy extracted from the Spark of life fragment, like strands of silk, cascaded down, flowing into Optimus Prime's damaged chest. It was like azure blood flowing, gradually injecting a glimmer of life into the lifeless body!
The originally extinguished Spark energy suddenly lit up with a faint glow!
The dormant body of Optimus Prime, after his 'Spark' in the chest was rekindled, once again opened his optics, staring around in confusion: "Ah… my old friends, Jazz, Bumblebee, Ratchet, is that you?"
"It's us, you're finally revived, Optimus Prime!"
The other Autobots excitedly gathered around him.
Ratchet immediately stopped injecting energy, carefully holding the Spark of life fragment, and handed it to Emrys: "Commander, thank you very much for your efforts. The Spark of life… is yours."
Energy available: 30,000 / ???
Taking the Spark of life fragment, Emrys glanced at it.
God Damn, as expected of a 'prime-class' being. Even at the minimum, igniting a Spark consumed a full seventy thousand energy units.
"???"
The newly revived Optimus Prime, seeing Ratchet hand the Spark of life fragment to a human, was instantly filled with questions: "Ratchet, my old friend, I haven't fully recovered yet."
"Uh…" Ratchet awkwardly turned his head away, softly comforting him: "The current situation is quite special. You'll have to bear with it for now. I'll slowly treat you. The Spark of life is quite important and cannot be entirely used to treat you, Optimus Prime."
"Right, right, just bear with it."
Jazz also advised him: "Anyway, you're already revived, so a little less energy won't make a difference."
"…"
Looking at his Autobot companions around him, Optimus Prime felt like he had returned from another world. How did it feel like after dying once, everyone's attitude towards him seemed to have subtly changed a lot?
This isn't right!
If it were the Autobots of old, how could they say such a thing, telling him, a prime, to just lie there?
"What exactly happened?" Optimus Prime's memory still lingered on the battle in Los Angeles. Upon seeing Ironhide missing, he immediately asked anxiously: "Where are the Decepticons? What's our situation? Where did Ironhide go?"
Hearing this, Bumblebee, Jazz, and Ratchet all fell silent, not knowing how to respond.
Just then, Emrys stepped forward, looked at Optimus Prime, and said faintly, "Let me tell you, Optimus Prime, the prime of the Autobots."
"You are?" Optimus Prime looked at him in confusion, "You don't seem to be human? My scanning program tells me that your genes are very different from those of Earthlings."
This mess isn't going to pass, is it?!
Emrys' eyes were unfriendly, a vein throbbed on his forehead, and he almost couldn't resist slapping him with a psychic palm.
"Ahem, Optimus Prime, let me introduce you." Jazz, who had been slapped, knew how much that slap hurt. If Optimus Prime were to get one, he would probably die again, so he immediately stepped forward to smooth things over, "This is the Rogue Trader, Lord Merlin Emrys. It was thanks to his help after your death that we were able to survive the Decepticons' pursuit and even defeat the Decepticons several times!"
"So that's how it is."
Optimus Prime suddenly understood, then respectfully lowered his head, "I want to express my gratitude to you, Mr. Emrys."
"No need for thanks." Emrys waved his hand and said irritably, "Thanks to your brilliant wisdom, otherwise... the Autobots wouldn't have needed me to save them."
Optimus Prime naturally heard the sarcasm in his tone and frowned, "I don't understand what you mean, Lord Emrys."
"Thanks to your sacrifice to save humanity, humanity and the Autobots were almost plunged into the abyss." Emrys looked at Optimus Prime and said with a hint of playful mockery, "To be honest, if I were a Decepticon, I'd have to thank you for your contribution."
Hearing that his actions were misinterpreted as contributing to the Decepticons, even the good-tempered Optimus Prime couldn't help but get angry, forcing his severely injured body to struggle to its feet and glaring at him, "What are you saying?!"
"Am I wrong?"
Emrys was not afraid, looking directly at it, "Do you think that by sacrificing yourself, you can save two races? But have you ever thought about how the Autobots, without a prime, would deal with the Decepticons?!"
"I"
Optimus Prime suddenly choked, panic appearing in his pupils, "No, we still have allies, humanity"
"I'm sorry, Optimus Prime." Emrys interrupted him directly, "The allies you speak of decisively betrayed you within five minutes of your death and defected to the Decepticons. If it weren't for me... haha, you probably wouldn't have seen them again."
Optimus Prime turned his head blankly, as if to ask the Autobots for confirmation.
"That's right, Optimus Prime." Jazz lowered his head, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth, "After you destroyed the Allspark with your body, humanity betrayed us and joined the Decepticons to slaughter the Autobots. Your judgment... was wrong."
Hearing this from his most trusted subordinate, Optimus Prime was immediately plunged into great confusion, "Was I... really wrong?"
He sacrificed himself for humanity, but the Autobots were betrayed by humanity. Humanity even joined forces with the Decepticons to drive away the Autobots who had saved them!
So if... he hadn't sacrificed himself, would there have been a different outcome?
Optimus Prime was completely lost, doubting whether his actions were truly correct.
Was Optimus Prime really wrong?
No, he was not wrong. If the Allspark had not been destroyed, from the perspective of humanity and even the Autobots, in that situation, once the Allspark was taken by the Decepticons, then what awaited humanity and the Autobots would be an endless army of Decepticons, and the result would only be worse!
But unfortunately, as Emrys said, Optimus Prime saved the most dangerous situation, but he also underestimated human nature, which led to another situation.
But this was the result Emrys wanted. The first step to conquering Optimus Prime was to make him doubt his own ideals, only then could he take advantage of the weakness... This was too Tzeentch.
Fortunately, this was not Warhammer, otherwise Emrys would really worry that his twisting of black and white and deceiving 'honest people' would attract Tzeentch.
"What... should I do" At this moment, Optimus Prime was plunged into unprecedented confusion, feeling that the ideals he had always held seemed to be completely shattered.
The fickleness of humanity, the tyranny of the Decepticons, the lost homeland, the exiled Autobots... These problems laid before Optimus Prime left him at a loss as to how to solve them.
"Blindly adhering to rigid ideals cannot save the Autobots, nor can it help you find your homeland." Emrys said expressionlessly, "Facts have already proven that to seek survival through compromise leads to extinction; to seek peace through struggle leads to peace."
These two short sentences immediately plunged Optimus Prime into deep thought. He recalled countless times the ideals conveyed by past primes in his mind, and it seemed... every single one repeated peace, but every single one failed to help them achieve peace!
Instead, it was like countless shackles, firmly binding the Autobots, so much so that in the ran War Era, their homeland, Cybertron, was ultimately destroyed by war!
Optimus Prime looked at the human in front of him, who had enlightened his thinking with a single short sentence, and said with solemnity, even with a hint of respect, "You think... what should we do?"
"Let's make a deal, Optimus Prime."
Emrys looked at Optimus Prime, his lips slowly curving upwards, "I promise, in the name of 'Merlin', that I will help all Transformers rebuild your homeland, 'Cybertron', in the future."
Rebuild the homeland!
This was the dream of every Autobot and even every Transformer, but Optimus Prime, as the prime, still maintained rationality, "What price do you require us to pay?"
"Loyalty."
Emrys said faintly, "I need your loyalty. When I need help, you can fight for me unconditionally!"
"You treat us... as a legion?!"
Optimus Prime was slightly stunned, then looked at him in horror.
"That's right, you will become my legion."
Emrys made no attempt to hide his intentions, his fervent gaze falling on Optimus Prime, "You will conquer enemies for me, and in return... I will promise you inexhaustible energy, a rebuilt homeland Cybertron, and a glorious, prosperous past. In the name of Cybertron, you will no longer be subservient to anyone!"
"No... I cannot agree to that!"
Optimus Prime's pupils constricted, and he recoiled several steps in horror, "You are a daemon, I cannot drag the Autobots into the abyss, I cannot agree to your demands!"
However, Emrys showed no anger, smiling as he looked at it, "Is that so? It's a pity... Lord Optimus Prime, your thoughts do not seem to represent others."
Optimus Prime turned his head in astonishment, only to find... that Ratchet, Jazz, and Bumblebee had, at some point, stood behind Emrys, showing him expressions of shame, but still refusing to move.
"You"
Optimus Prime was stunned, looking incredulously at his once most trusted companions, now standing on the opposite side!
"I'm sorry, Optimus Prime."
Jazz clenched his fists and said firmly, "We don't want to wander anymore. Instead of fighting the Decepticons senselessly, we would rather fight... to rebuild our homeland!"
Homeland, yes... homeland!
Every Autobot longed to return home, to return to the Cybertron that birthed them!
Optimus Prime was the prime, but he couldn't help the Autobots rebuild the destroyed Cybertron, but Emrys... had already proven his strength to them through a series of actions!
"Optimus Prime, this is reality."
Emrys took a step forward, looking at the dejected Optimus Prime, and said faintly, "Will you continue to fight to the death against your own kind for the humans who betrayed you, or... will you join my ranks and fight to rebuild your homeland? Make your choice."
After a long time, the disheartened Optimus Prime lowered his head.
"I... am willing!"