War?
No, this wasn't war at all!
It was… a one-sided massacre!
The universe battleship, anchored high in the sky, shattered the Decepticon lines with extremely dense firepower!
Anyone familiar with warfare understands one principle: whoever occupies the 'high ground' can inflict devastating blows on enemies below!
Airplanes are based on this principle.
And that universe battleship above their heads became an inescapable nightmare for the Decepticons!
Endless cannon fire seemed to completely engulf them, without a moment's pause, like raging waves, painting the entire sky red!
Shells flew out as if they were free!
Soundwave and Shockwave had originally thought about trying to transform and fly high into the sky to intercept the universe battleship's bombardment, but before they could even act, that idea was extinguished in an instant!
From within the universe battleship, countless flying machines emerged, carrying heavy firepower, forming a deadly fire blockade against any Decepticon attempting to approach!
Oh, right, Fallen!
Soundwave's eyes lit up; they still had Fallen, who was a Prime, and surely he would have a solution!
However, Fallen, on whom they had placed such high hopes, also had no solution to the current situation.
He could control gravity, but the problem was… that battleship was thousands of meters from the ground; how could he control it?
Forget control, he couldn't even touch it!
What's more… those damned lowly species seemed to have already known that he was the only existence that could pose a threat to the universe battleship, and they had dispatched a large number of troops to tie him down!
Fallen fell silent.
He looked somewhat lost, gazing around; besides the bio-engineered humans and tyrants forming the vanguard, there were also Star Warriors in battle armor, as well as the watchful Sentinel Prime, Optimus Prime, and Jetfire.
His pride, once a Prime of the Transformers, shattered at this moment, and a desolate and tragic feeling filled his heart.
"Useless! Useless! All useless!!!"
Fallen roared in impotent rage, yet he was helpless!
What could he do? Sentinel Prime, Optimus Prime, and Jetfire were all leader-class Transformers; if he were at his peak, he naturally wouldn't fear them.
But he lacked energy!
Fallen, almost at the end of his reserves, facing Optimus Prime in his prime, the cunning and experienced Sentinel Prime, and Jetfire, who had just replenished his energy, was already doing well to even hold on!
"Don't worry, Optimus Prime." Sentinel Prime, while taking a moment to sneak attack Fallen, didn't forget to remind the other two: "His energy won't last much longer; we don't need to take risks. As long as we hold him here… this guy will soon run out of energy and die!"
Damn it!
Fallen was furious and turned to deal with Sentinel Prime, but Jetfire intervened, swinging his massive battle blade and directly forcing him back!
"That's right, just as Sentinel Prime said." Jetfire lowered his stance, his pupils cold: "I know this guy well; he's been pushed to a dead end. We absolutely cannot take risks, Optimus Prime."
"Quick, come help me!"
Fallen roared frantically; if he continued to be worn down like this, he would truly be exhausted to death, just as Sentinel Prime had said!
However, when he saw the Decepticons being suppressed by the universe battleship and tons of human artillery, looking like they were in hell, he immediately despaired!
No, they're unreliable!
Damn it, not a single one of them is reliable; they're simply a bunch of incompetent teammates!!!
Soundwave and Shockwave, at this moment, finally truly understood what… war was!
Artillery suppression, establishing defensive lines.
Then repeating the cycle, until the target area was bombed into oblivion, then advancing, repeating the artillery suppression and defensive line establishment, gradually compressing their living space!
A suffocating sense of oppression, like the scythe of the God of Death, slowly tightening!
A pure and extremely tedious, yet despair-inducing… tactic!
"Those guys… aren't they afraid of death?!"
Soundwave roared in despair and collapse.
He personally saw a Driller attempt to rush out, only to be stopped by those bio-engineered humans and bio-modified monsters using self-destruction, and then what awaited it was… the universe battleship's orbital bombardment!
Clearly, those humans in pure white armor didn't care about the losses of these vanguards; all their actions were as precise as clockwork, without any errors!
This was the 'style' of the Iron Warrior Legion!
Of course, the prerequisite was not to encounter the 'Imperial Fists,' otherwise, even if the opponent was guarding a pile of dung, the Iron Warriors would have to snatch it to see… The one-sided situation on the battlefield made Megatron extremely anxious, but he was also tied down.
Megatron suddenly turned his gaze to Emrys, his crimson pupils revealing chilling, sinister killing intent: "As long as I can deal with you here, all problems naturally won't need to be worried about, right?"
"Hmm, you could say that."
Emrys tilted his head, as if seriously considering the feasibility of Megatron's plan, then smiled and nodded: "Indeed, as long as you can eliminate me, this 'target,' then you will have won."
After speaking, he even gave Megatron an approving look: "So, what are you waiting for? Just obey Fallen's command, kill me… and everything can end, can't it?"
However, the calmer and more indifferent Emrys' demeanor, the more Megatron felt something was amiss.
The other party seemed to be encouraging him!
But was it really that simple?
Not to mention 'Nightblade' guarding nearby, 'Emrys' himself was not weak in combat. Even if he could kill 'Emrys' with his own strength, it would probably come at the cost of his life!
So the question arose: was it worth it?
Megatron's gaze was grim, calculating the gains and losses in his mind. It was clearly impossible for him to sacrifice his life for 'Fallen'; he was not Optimus Prime, nor did he possess such noble beliefs.
The situation immediately became a stalemate.
The atmosphere seemed to solidify, an invisible pressure permeated, leaving Megatron in a difficult dilemma.
Should he risk trying?
Just then, Emrys actually walked towards him, closing the distance between them.
"Stop! Don't come near me!"
Megatron really couldn't grasp what kind of scheme this guy was up to. Seeing Emrys actually dare to approach him, he instinctively took half a step back.
"Interesting."
Emrys looked up, but did not stop his forward steps because of Megatron's reprimand: "Why? Clearly, between the two of us, you are the one with the advantage, but… you are retreating."
Megatron's pupils suddenly constricted, looking at the gradually approaching Emrys, as if feeling some kind of pressure: "No, don't approach me without permission again. What exactly do you want to do? What are you planning?!"
He couldn't be blamed for being too suspicious; it was truly… being played with repeatedly, every step perfectly countered, which had already created a shadow in Megatron's heart regarding Emrys.
"Don't be so nervous. As you can see, I don't intend to do anything to you." Emrys felt a little amused inside, but maintained a faint smile on his face, as if he had full confidence in the current situation: "To be precise, I'm here to discuss a… deal with you, Megatron."
A deal?!
Megatron was stunned for a full ten seconds, a little unable to keep up with the other party's strange thought process: "You… are you sure you didn't say it wrong? We are enemies!"
"What's wrong with being enemies?" Emrys looked at him strangely: "Can't enemies make deals?"
That makes sense!
Megatron's eyes darted around, feeling like it wasn't impossible, so he stared at him suspiciously: "What exactly do you mean by 'deal'?"
"Very simple."
Emrys snapped his fingers and said: "You, and your Decepticons, from now on, will all submit to me, and when necessary… fight for me, to seize glory and victory."
"Of course, I'm not some black-hearted capitalist. In return, I promise you the rebuilding of your lost homeland… Cybertron, how about it?"
"You… are you sure this is a 'deal'?!"
After hearing Emrys' proposed 'deal,' Megatron almost couldn't resist blasting him in the face. He glared at Emrys: "You actually want the great Decepticons to submit to you?"
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Emrys pretended to think, musing: "I understand. If it's about the treatment, I can raise it a bit more based on your performance. That should solve the problem, right?"
"Isn't this just slavery?!"
Megatron gritted his teeth, his pupils burning with rage: "We don't need your help at all; we'll rebuild Cybertron soon!"
"Lord Megatron, it seems you've misunderstood something." Emrys' smile vanished, replaced by a cold, indifferent expression, his eyes half-closed as he said nonchalantly, "I'm not asking for your opinion, but rather... informing you of my decision regarding the Decepticons."
"What? A decision...?"
Megatron was stunned, seemingly not having reacted yet.
But soon, he understood the meaning. Emrys, as if revealing his true intentions, curled his lips upwards, showing his pearly white teeth: "Defeated captives... have no right to offer opinions!"
It's true that rogue merchants prioritize 'transactions,' but the premise for that is that you must possess a force that rogue merchants recognize.
Just as the Anglo-Saxons took over the U.S., when did they ever ask for the opinions of the indigenous people?
Never, because there was no need to ask!
If one truly believes that the 'transactions' spoken of by rogue merchants are built on a foundation of fairness, then one can only say that... they've somewhat overestimated the flexible moral bottom line of the rogue merchants.
"As I said, Lord Megatron." Emrys' lips curved into a smile, but his eyes held a chilling, even terrifying, cold light: "You Decepticons are defeated slaves. Unfortunately... my world doesn't have any treaties for treating captives kindly, so from this moment on, you... are all my slaves, 'Lord' Megatron!"
"Don't kill him."
Emrys waved his hand casually and said indifferently, "This is a valuable slave; just break his limbs."
Who was he giving orders to?!
Megatron's pupils constricted, but in an instant, he saw that the surrounding desert seemed to have... something moving?
No, that wasn't an illusion!
In a flash, Megatron's many years of combat experience told him that a huge danger was hidden beneath those sands!
Bang!
Suddenly, dust was kicked up!
Ten even more burly, tall Warriors, clad in exquisite pitch-black armor, like ghostly specters, had silently infiltrated and approached, surrounding him.
When did this happen? He hadn't noticed at all, but... even the scanning program hadn't detected them. How did these guys approach him?!
"Count yourself lucky, Megatron."
Emrys stood on the yellow sand, his eyelids slightly lowered: "This is my 'Honor Guard.' Using them against you... is a bit of overkill, but as an opponent for their first battle, you are barely qualified."
These ten Space Warriors, all implanted with Primaris organs and descendants of the Night Lords Legion, were temporarily listed by him as the 'Honor Guard.'
All of them wore MK10 Primaris power armor, and some of the modular components even incorporated the bio-technology of the Engineer race from the Alien universe!
At Emrys' request, all members of the Honor Guard, in addition to the black carapace and tendon coils from the two surgeries, had an extra layer of biological armor core skin implanted!
"Now, it's time for me to see." Emrys turned to the Captain of the Honor Guard: "Visas Ripper, prove to me... your strength as the Honor Guard."
"In the name of Emrys, I will not fail your expectations!" Visas Ripper's grim voice emanated from his pitch-black power armor, then he drew his power sword and stepped through the yellow sand, approaching Megatron.
The next moment, yellow sand surged!
Visas Ripper stomped his foot, and with the aid of his jetpack, his seemingly clumsy and bulky body erupted with astonishing speed!
So fast!
The thought flashed through Megatron's mind, but his years of intense combat experience still allowed him to react in time, extending his arm blades and travel them in front of him!
Clang!
The heavy sword blade struck the arm blade!
Megatron was shocked to find that his strength... was being suppressed. The augury in the black Warrior's helmet emitted a chilling coldness that made him palpitate.
Failing to hit with one strike, Visas Ripper did not linger in combat but immediately disappeared into the yellow sand!
Megatron then noticed that the other Warriors in black armor were constantly stirring up yellow sand, creating a visual blind spot, and those strange guys seemed to have truly become invisible, vanishing without a trace!
Again, disappeared again?!
His heart tightened, and he immediately felt pressure Attack!
Such invisible 'enemies,' yet being able to constantly hear sounds from the yellow sand, was like someone trapped in a swamp, watching helplessly as they were slowly swallowed... it felt terrible!
"You're afraid, aren't you?"
Visas' voice came from the swirling yellow sand, like a cat toying with a mouse, slowly wearing down Megatron's patience and energy.
Suddenly, a bolter round shot out from the yellow sand!
Megatron reacted extremely quickly, shattering the bolter round with his arm blade while firing an energy cannon!
However... the spot hit by the energy cannon was empty; there was only a large crater, crystallized by the high temperature.
While Megatron was momentarily stunned, a precise bolter round, as if his position had been anticipated, embedded itself in his eye!
Bang!!!
One eye damaged, Megatron lost part of his vision, and his already frantic mind was instantly swallowed by some invisible shadow!
But the descendants with Night Lord genes would not lady the opening Megatron exposed. As he panicked from losing vision, Visas, like a ghost in the shadow, approached at an extremely fast speed!
His target was... the legs!
The unprotected Megatron, of course, could not resist the power sword enveloped in a disintegration field. His right leg was immediately severed by a horizontal slash!
Having done this, Visas once again vanished into the yellow sand.
And bolter rounds poured down from all directions like rain, hitting Megatron's body!
Even if bolter rounds were difficult to pose a fatal threat to Transformers, once their numbers increased, it was a different situation!
The Night Lords' descendants aimed precisely at Megatron's 'wing' section; they wanted to completely cut off any possibility of him escaping!
"No, no!"
His back wings were frantically bombarded, the excruciating pain of metal shattering and breaking plunged Megatron into fear. This was his only hope of escape!
Unfortunately, the Night Lords had everything but the so-called 'pity' in their hearts.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
That feeling of being constantly surrounded, like being entangled by ropes and slowly suffocating, made Megatron almost go mad and collapse: "Get out! You lowly humans! Get out!"
But unfortunately, what responded to Megatron was only the sound of approaching footsteps in the yellow sand!
"How does it feel to lose hope?"
From the yellow sand, Visas' grim voice came, like an invisible blade slicing through metal: "Next, we will cut off your left leg."
Megatron had completely lost his sanity, subconsciously trying to protect his left leg, but... several shadows suddenly appeared in the yellow sand, seizing the opportunity of his diverted attention!
Several plasma cannons broke his arm!
After one strike, those shadows once again disappeared into the yellow sand, as if they had never appeared, leaving only fear... "Ah ah ah" Megatron screamed in pain, his face full of resentment: "You, you actually deceived me!"
"I'm truly surprised" Visas' voice spread from all directions: "You actually believed... the words of an enemy?"
"Next target, guess... where is it?"
"You still have one leg left, but there are still many parts on your body. I'm very curious... what would happen if all those things were removed?"
"It's okay, don't be nervous... we will try our best to avoid your vital parts, little by little, slowly, very carefully... disassemble you into a state where you are completely unable to resist!"
Invisible fear choked Megatron's throat, that suffocating terror devoured his reason like a shadow!
Finally, Megatron collapsed.
"No, don't... I surrender!"
He didn't want to be disassembled into parts, nor could he bear the invisible pressure closing in, the fear of his life being slowly stripped away.
The yellow sand dispersed... Visas Ripper and the other nine descendants of the Night Lords, like pitch-black shadows, stood around the collapsed Megatron.
"Mission, accomplished."
They bestow fear upon their enemies!
They seize victory!
They... are the Night Lords!
They are the nightmare of their enemies!
They are the embodiment of fear!
...
The moment Megatron bowed his head, the entire balance of the war completely tilted towards Emrys.
The Exterminators Chapter, the android Auxiliary Army, and the Tyrant Auxiliary Army, under the suppression of the battleship's orbital firepower, steadily advanced, suffocating the Decepticons and completely crushing their last hope of resistance and breakout.
And the surrendered Megatron immediately, as requested, issued a notice of surrender to all Decepticon members.
This news became the last straw that broke the camel's back. The Decepticon members, already suppressed to the point of suffocation and despair, immediately chose to abandon resistance.
All Decepticon members were successively fitted with special bombs in their chests and implanted with bio-core monitoring. If they were detected attempting to resist, the bomb in their chest would completely destroy their Spark!
Of course, the Decepticons' surrender did not mean the war was completely over.
There was still one last enemy.
The 'Fallen Prime', standing at the top of the pyramid, watched the enemy forces continuously surging up from below the pyramid, like a hero at the end of his rope!
Beside him, Optimus Prime, Sentinel Prime, Nightblade, and Jetfire, the four leaders, besieged him. Even as a Prime, he felt exhausted at this moment. Every attack and block he made caused his already rusty body to emit a groan of unbearable burden!
Clang!
The Fallen Prime swung his staff to block the chainsword chopping at him, then turned to deflect the force and kicked Optimus Prime away. But he was hit by Jetfire's cannon from behind, staggering a few steps, as Sentinel Prime's venomous, sinister battle axe stabbed towards his chest!
Crack!
In a moment of crisis, the Fallen Prime sidestepped, barely avoiding his Spark's vital point. The battle axe plunged a few inches into his chest, and he gripped it with one hand: "Ah ah ah...!"
With a roar, the Fallen Prime suddenly exerted force, pulling out the battle axe from his chest. His immense strength actually sent Sentinel Prime flying.
The flying Sentinel Prime crashed into Jetfire, and the two tumbled together. The Fallen Prime then grabbed Optimus Prime, who had just gotten up, and slammed his knee upwards, denting his head's metal!
"No one can... kill me!!!"
The Fallen Prime roared, grabbing Optimus Prime's head with one hand and slamming him fiercely to the ground!
Bang!
Optimus Prime had the least combat experience among the three.
Therefore, he was repeatedly suppressed. Nightblade hastily activated his chainsword, trying to rescue Optimus Prime, but as soon as he took a step, he was controlled by that force field!
The Fallen Prime clenched his five fingers, and gravity suddenly erupted, directly throwing Nightblade away. The surging speed even broke the sound barrier!
In an instant, all four leaders were defeated!
But unfortunately, even with the defeat of the four leaders, the Fallen Prime still did not have the advantage, because an endless stream of android Auxiliary Army and Bio-Tyrants had already climbed up the pyramid!
"Come on, you lowly species!"
The Fallen Prime roared like a god or daemon, slaughtering all directions. Those tiny android people and Bio-Tyrants were like chickens and dogs before him!
A single blow from him could eliminate dozens!
But, so what?
The Fallen Prime's stamina and energy were already on the verge of exhaustion after several rounds of attrition. He was very capable in a fight, but unfortunately... his stamina was limited, while the 'bugs' in front of him, like a flood, seemed to show no decrease in number!
"Lord Emrys, I request to lead the Chapter to decapitate the target!" Stuart, the Chapter master of the Exterminators Chapter, seeing this scene, immediately spoke, requesting to fight Emrys.
"No need."
Emrys coldly refused him.
The Fallen Prime was different from other Transformers; he was a true Prime. Rashly sending the mere forty Exterminators up would be tantamount to suicide!
Since the purpose of actual combat had been achieved, there was no need for him to make the Exterminators fight the Fallen Prime head-on. After all, every Space Marine was precious!
"I want to see how many more he can kill." Emrys sneered, not caring in the slightest: "android people and Tyrants, I have as many as I want. Let him kill them!"
"If ten thousand isn't enough, then twenty thousand!"
"If twenty thousand isn't enough, then a hundred thousand, five hundred thousand!"
His eyes were cold as he watched the Fallen Prime on the pyramid, who was surrounded by android people and Tyrants but still brave, and he said proudly: "At worst, I'll just bring in another batch!"
The cost of android people and Tyrants was incredibly low. They were originally created to serve as auxiliaries to the Exterminators Chapter when conquering other Worlds.
Mere consumables, he had as many as he wanted!
Would he lack resources? What a joke, the resources from just the alien and Bio-Worlds alone were enough for him to stack up tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of warriors!
No matter how powerful the Fallen Prime was, could he kill tens of millions or hundreds of millions of auxiliary troops?
Megatron, beside him, heard Emrys' cold and ruthless command and immediately felt a surge of sadness. Heaven knew if they would also end up like those auxiliary troops in the future.
But then he looked at those seemingly high-ranking Autobots, and Megatron felt that there might still be hope.
Currently, they were defeated and captured, so their treatment naturally couldn't be very high, but in the future... they might not remain slaves!
The Fallen Prime's battle lasted from noon until near sunset.
No one expected the Fallen Prime to last so long. The golden afterglow of the sunset coated the pyramid with a layer of brilliance, and the Fallen Prime, standing at the top of the tower, was covered in blood.
Some was from Tyrants, some from android people.
His body was covered with terrifying scars, every part of the metal torn, exposing the internal pipelines. What was most surprising was that his chest defense was completely exposed, revealing the energy core containing the 'Spark', which pulsed like a heart!
But, all around the Fallen Prime were countless corpses, so many that it made one's scalp tingle!
Optimus Prime was half-kneeling, one arm torn off; Jetfire lay in the collapsed pyramid ruins, a cannon wound piercing his chest; Sentinel Prime swayed, exhausted.
Everyone wondered when the Fallen Prime would finally fall.
However, the Fallen Prime, once again, stepped over the corpses and let out a sorrowful and despairing roar to the sky!
"I am... Liege Maximo!!!"
His voice was like thunder, the sound waves rolling!
At the very last moment, the Fallen Prime... no, he should be called by his true name, the name cursed and abandoned in the river of history.
He was Liege Maximo, a Prime!
The entire hundred-meter-tall pyramid was covered with the corpses of android people and Bio-Tyrants, like a piled-up throne, and that brutal king stood proudly at the top of the tower, clutching his scepter.
Even though they were enemies, Optimus Prime, Jetfire, and Sentinel Prime couldn't help but feel a sincere respect for 'Liege Maximo'!
"As expected of a Prime" Sentinel Prime panted, looking down at the treasured blade that had accompanied him through bloody battles, its edge already riddled with nicks from the fierce fighting, a complex emotion in his eyes.
He dared not imagine how terrifying 'Liege Maximo' would have been in his prime?!
No wonder the other six Primes, even united, ultimately failed to defeat Liege Maximo and could only choose to sacrifice themselves, sealing the Matrix of Leadership, attempting to use time to kill this fallen Prime.
Unfortunately, time had worn down his body, leaving this Prime a shadow of his former self.
At this moment, Liege Maximo seemed to sense something, straining to look at a certain spot on the pyramid. A figure, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, as if cloaked in golden light, entered his vision.
"It's you, kid."
Looking at Emrys, Liege Maximo smiled: "I thought you wouldn't dare to appear before me, but I didn't expect... you actually came."
"Why wouldn't I dare to come?"
Emrys' gaze was calm, devoid of any extra emotion or mockery, and he said indifferently: "The final end of a Prime, of course, must be witnessed in person, isn't that right?"
Liege Maximo swayed, steadying himself with the Staff of the Void, and lowered his head to gaze at Emrys, suddenly saying in a cold, chilling voice: "Do you think that this old man has exhausted his strength, and therefore cannot kill you?"
"You're welcome to try."
In Emrys' eyes, lightning seemed to leap, and psionic energy gathered around him. He showed no fear whatsoever, meeting Liege Maximo's gaze.
Let alone the current, exhausted Fallen Prime, even the Fallen Prime before the war, an E-class psyker, would not be easily defeated.
What a joke, he was a tough guy, a hard man who had fought his way out of the Underhive Khorne cult. What kind of grand scene hadn't he seen?
Could a mere Prime be as terrifying as Khorne's Brass Citadel?
"Very good!" In Emrys' gaze, Liege Maximo found no trace of fear, proving that the other party was indeed unafraid. He suddenly burst into laughter: "Good, kid... you are worthy to witness this old man's end!"
"Do you have any last wishes?"
Emrys looked at Liege Maximo, feeling a slight regret in his heart. If he could subdue a Prime, it would definitely be of great benefit!
But unfortunately, he knew very well... the Fallen Prime, no, Liege Maximo could absolutely not be subdued!
Not only was Liege Maximo untameable and unlikely to surrender, but his identity was too special... the Prime of all Transformers, such a revered identity, how could he be at ease with him?
Subduing Liege Maximo would be tantamount to burying a landmine that could explode at any time by his side!
The risk was too high, the reward too low!
"A wish" Liege Maximo suddenly fell silent for a long time, his eyes somewhat hazy, as if lost in memory: "Once, I was confident that under my leadership, Cybertron would dominate the universe, but unfortunately, I was stopped by my brothers."
"Later, Cybertron, having lost its Primes, also split into Autobots and Decepticons due to our ideals, plunging into endless war... until Cybertron was completely destroyed, and the Transformers lost their home."
At this point, Liege Maximo awoke from his memories and looked at Emrys: "Optimus Prime said you promised them you would rebuild Cybertron, is that right?"
"That's right, I did promise them I would rebuild Cybertron's home." Emrys nodded slightly, openly admitting this.
"That's good"
Liege Maximo seemed to let out a sigh of relief, then turned to look at the 'Star Harvester' and said indifferently: "You didn't have people bombard it with artillery fire because of this instrument, didn't you?"
"Yes, I need a lot of energy, whether to rebuild Cybertron or to maintain the army." Emrys did not shy away from this: "The Transformers will serve as my legion, fighting for me across the galaxy. For this, the 'Star Harvester' is indispensable."
Liege Maximo crouched down, looking directly into Emrys' eyes, and in his gaze, he seemed to see endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the hellish flames of burning stars: "Kid, you are not from this universe, are you?"
"Does it matter?"
Emrys' lips curled slightly, asking in return.
"Yes, it doesn't matter anymore" Liege Maximo slowly stood up, looking at the surrounding Transformers, a hint of self-mockery appearing on his face: "I have seen your future, fighting in the burning galactic purgatory. This may be the end of our race, or perhaps... a new hope, but unfortunately, this old man will not see it."
At this moment, Liege Maximo seemed to have finally broken free from his madness, returning to his former Prime identity.
Seeing his desolate mood, Optimus Prime felt a pang of pity: "You... perhaps you could surrender."
Sentinel Prime couldn't help but glance at Optimus Prime, his mouth twitching slightly, almost kicking his disciple away, and he whispered a reprimand: "Shut up!"
Liege Maximo couldn't help but laugh, looking at Optimus Prime with some sarcasm: "Indeed, you are not suited to be a leader. You are a qualified warrior, but not suited to be a great leader who can guide them out of their predicament and rebuild their home!"
Surrender?
Liege Maximo knew very well that anyone could surrender, but he could not: "I am a remnant of the old era, a failed history of the Transformers. In the new era... there should be no one like me!"
"You haven't said your last wish yet."
Emrys looked at Liege Maximo. Although the two sides were still hostile, it did not prevent him from showing respect to a Prime.
"Consider it this old man's request."
Liege Maximo lowered his gaze, looking at Emrys with a meaningful expression, and slowly said: "Leave those Decepticons. You will need their strength... As a defeated one, this old man will personally crown you!"
"Crown?"
Hearing this, Emrys was somewhat surprised.
"Kid, this old man will give you a gift, do you dare to accept it?" Liege Maximo raised his head and chest, saying proudly.
"If you dare to give it, what do I have to fear in receiving it?"
Emrys frowned slightly, but he also became interested. He wanted to see what gift this dying Prime intended to give him.
"Good, this is the demeanor a leader should possess. This old man acknowledges you... Merlin Emrys!"
Liege Maximo suddenly raised his hand, and to the astonished gazes of those around him, he plunged it into his chest, forcefully tearing out the pulsating 'Spark' core.
Crack!
Liquid splashed and surged, like blood!
Liege Maximo's knees heavily hit the ground. His vision reflected Emrys' shocked expression, and he raised his hand to offer the core: "My Spark core... take it. From now on, you... Merlin Emrys, will be their 'Prime'!"
Detected item: Spark Core
Born from Primus, the core of one of the seven Primes personally created, named Liege Maximo. It can control gravitational fields, instantaneous teleportation, energy shields, transformation, and other functions.
Can provide energy: 1000 units (needs replenishment)
So, this was the true meaning of Liege Maximo's 'coronation' for him!
From this moment on, Emrys was equivalent to possessing the de facto highest honorary right of the Transformers, just like... an Emperor!
"Don't disappoint this old man"
Liege Maximo looked at him, his voice gradually weakening: "Leading the Transformers to rebuild their home... that is your responsibility now. You are... the last... Prime!"
Then.
Liege Maximo closed his eyes, his head fell limply, and his massive body lost its support, crashing to the side with a thud.
The era of Liege Maximo was over!
Next, it would be a brand new era, the era of the last Prime, 'Merlin Emrys'!
It just goes to show how quickly Sentinel Prime's mind works.
While the rest of the Autobots and Decepticons were still bewildered and confused, he was the first to kneel.
"According to the ancient Cybertronian oath"
Sentinel Prime, like a knight, respectfully bowed his head, resembling a devout follower. His resonant voice, amplified, echoed across the pyramid's summit, bathed in the setting sun's afterglow: "From now on, there will be no more factions among the Transformers. We shall reunite under the banner of the 'Progenitor' and swear to the Progenitor... our loyalty and lives!"
"We pledge our loyalty and lives to the Progenitor!"
"We pledge our loyalty and lives to the Progenitor!"
"We pledge our loyalty and lives to the Progenitor!"
Under repeated oaths of allegiance, the surviving Transformers from the war looked up at the pyramid's peak and knelt to swear their collective vows!
From this moment on, they would no longer have factions.
Whether Autobots or Decepticons, they would only have one name: Transformers!
Looking at the kneeling Transformers, Emrys was momentarily stunned. How did he suddenly transform into the successor of Primus, the last 'Progenitor'?
But soon, he understood the meaning behind it.
"You sly Primus, even in death, you're still 'up to no good'."
Gazing at the Spark core, Emrys lowered his head and murmured softly, a smile playing on his face.
Truly a Progenitor Transformer; even in death, he had to use his 'title' to bind him to Cybertron.
With the title of 'Progenitor', he was indirectly granted the righteousness to rule and control the Transformers, eliminating the need to find a 'puppet' to support. But at the same time, he also gained a responsibility!
Moreover, it was hard to say that Primus' Spark core had no relation to Primus.
This was like an 'insurance policy' for Primus to ensure that he wouldn't betray them in the future.
However, the most 'insidious' part of Primus was precisely that he clearly understood the immense value of his Spark core.
The Spark core of a 'Progenitor' Transformer, if properly utilized, held immeasurable value!
Primus' plan was well-conceived; rather than having it stolen after his death, it was better to hand it over voluntarily. At least this way, it could provide a small insurance for the Transformer race, earning a bit of sympathy and hope.
It must be said that, from the Transformers' perspective, while the Fallen was domineering, he was indeed an excellent 'Progenitor'!
He, before his death, used his life to pave the way for the future of the Transformers!
It was precisely for this reason that Emrys, even knowing Primus' subtle intentions, did not refuse the proposal!
If he kept his promise, then Primus' 'insurance' would be meaningless to him.
Who could refuse such a 'grand gift'?
"Announce to all humans and Transformers: the war... is over."
Emrys placed the Spark core into his personal space, then used psionic energy to amplify his voice, spreading it across the entire battlefield.
The war was over.
Charlie on the Pacific Fleet sighed in relief, slumping to the ground, a bitter expression on his face: "From now on, the era... will change."
His adjutant beside him was a bit confused: "Admiral, didn't we win?"
"Win?" Charlie shook his head bitterly, propped himself up on the table, and looked towards the coastline, muttering: "No, you're wrong... I guess from now on, the entire world's structure will undergo massive changes!"
...Two days after the war ended.
Emrys was still in the Transformers world, not because he liked it, but purely because there were many things he had to finish before leaving.
Although the battle with the Decepticons was not large in scale, its impact was comparable to a Third world War.
After the war ended, Emrys had the world Lord hover over the United Nations headquarters and summoned leaders from around the world.
Then, Emrys announced the dissolution of the existing United Nations structure, reorganizing it into a 'Sacred Council', jointly organized by human representatives from six nations and six Transformer representatives.
The Supreme Council had the authority to adjudicate all political, military, and humanitarian rights, and would govern the resources and power of the entire world in the name of Emrys and the Emperor!
Secondly, it was to unify faith as the state religion, establish the Cult Mechanicus, and merge the image of Primus with the Omnissiah.
Regarding this point, Emrys had actually considered it for a long time. It was undeniable that state religions had many problems, but... they also had their merits.
In the Warhammer Universe, if there were no state religions, it would probably only become more chaotic!
Moreover, Emrys also considered that the Transformers would sooner or later enter the Warhammer Universe to fight, so it was essential to consolidate their faith to avoid another 'Iron Men Rebellion' at that time.
Of course, the power of the state religion must be limited to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Age of Apostasy.
The process of reorganizing the council went smoothly, with almost no resistance. After all, the main cannon of a universe battleship was not just for show, and the presence of two-meter-tall Space Marines and Transformers standing nearby created overwhelming pressure.
After selecting a few representatives, Emrys handed over the affairs here to them to execute; he had more important things to do.
Currently, Australia was designated as a special administrative region, where Transformers could legitimately reside.
And Sentinel Prime had mobilized the largest resources to build a giant laboratory, specifically responsible for research in fields such as scientific research, aerospace, and weaponry.
This laboratory gathered the most excellent scientists from all over humanity, a true congregation of talent.
When Emrys and the members of the Honor Guard arrived by transport plane, Sentinel Prime had long been waiting.
"How are the things I asked you to prepare?"
Emrys got off the transport plane and immediately asked impatiently.
After the war ended, he had given the Spark core of 'Primus' and the damaged 'Mark V' to the former leader of the Autobots, hoping he could repair it and, combined with that core, forge a more powerful 'armor' for him.
The enemies he would face would become increasingly stronger, and the Mark V and bio-core armor were already falling behind; they needed an upgrade.
As for the Oath Armor, while good in all aspects, it was more suitable for the Silent sisters. It was fine to wear occasionally, but if he encountered any real problems, its various functions would not satisfy him.
"It has been prepared for you, Progenitor."
Sentinel Prime was extremely respectful, remaining on his knees, his gaze slightly below Emrys' level. He turned to look at the researchers beside him.
The latter understood, pushing a cart with a metal box on it. Sentinel Prime said in a deep voice: "According to your request, I have fused the Matrix of Leadership with the Spark energy of the Progenitor Transformer and specially crafted this 'armor' for you!"
As he spoke, the nearby personnel entered a password and opened the metal box. Lined with black cotton, at its center was... a metal belt!
Its highly futuristic appearance incorporated both human and Transformer styles. At the belt's core was the Matrix of Leadership, with Primus' Spark embedded within, like a dazzling blue gem!
"Wait a minute, I think I'm seeing things."
Looking at the item Sentinel Prime had specially crafted for him, Emrys' eyelids twitched slightly, and he fell silent.
"If I'm not mistaken, this thing... is a belt?" He pointed at the object in Sentinel Prime's palm, which resembled a metal belt, his lips twitching a few times as a strong sense of déjà vu emerged: "You're not going to tell me this thing can transform, are you?"
"Exactly as you surmised, Progenitor!"
Sentinel Prime seemed extremely proud, introducing the 'belt' he had painstakingly crafted: "I used the metal remains of 'Primus', combined with transformation miniaturization technology. With just a command from you, this belt can instantly complete its coverage and form an armor mode!"
Kamen Rider... Primus?!
God Damn, truly worthy of being a Transformer; he actually made him a 'Kamen Rider' suit!
"[Item Detected: alien Armor - Sentinel Prime]"
"[A special alien Armor crafted from the remnants of Sentinel Prime, combined with Transformer miniaturization technology, and integrated with a Leadership Matrix and Spark Core.]"
"[Provides Energy: 10000 units]"
He had to admit, despite a slight 'embarrassment' he anticipated during transformations later on, he was undoubtedly very satisfied with all the functions of this alien Armor!
It was also easy to wear and not easily detected.
Emrys briefly tried it on. In the alien Armor's combined mode, the belt immediately transformed to cover his entire body, providing abilities such as flight, spatial movement, gravity control, and plasma cannons.
Of course, the distance of spatial movement and the range of gravity control were greatly weakened, far less powerful than Sentinel Prime himself.
After all, Sentinel Prime was not a Prime, and it was impossible for him to perfectly replicate the abilities of a Prime, so he didn't hope for anything more.
Having it was better than not having it, right?
"Well done, Sentinel Prime," Emrys praised. The other party had clearly put a lot of thought into it, otherwise, he wouldn't have strived for perfection in every aspect.
This was evident from the fact that, in addition to Sentinel Prime's original abilities, Sentinel Prime had added many extra functions to the alien Armor, such as stealth mode, reconnaissance mode, and survival aspects, truly showing great responsibility!
"As long as you like it, Prime."
Sentinel Prime lowered his head, a slight smile on his lips. Its purpose in doing this was to elevate its status in Emrys' heart, so it quickly added, "Prime, this alien Armor doesn't have a name yet. Please name it."
"Let's just call it... Sentinel Prime."
Emrys pondered for a few seconds and decided to use Sentinel Prime, the core of the alien Armor, as the name. After all, its appearance after wearing it was almost identical to Sentinel Prime!
It's worth mentioning that, in combined mode, the entire alien Armor presented an appearance that was almost a replica, a scaled-down version of Sentinel Prime.
Good, at least it wasn't the Fallen's appearance.
After playing with it for a while, Emrys naturally put on the belt and turned to Sentinel Prime, asking about the second matter: "By the way, how is the 'Space Bridge' I asked you to prepare coming along?"
Now, his first two goals in the Transformer world had been achieved, leaving only the last and most crucial goal... the Space Bridge!
"It's like this, Prime," Sentinel Prime said with some difficulty. "Space Bridge technology requires immense energy. The energy devices I brought from Cybertron are almost depleted after being used to repair Optimus Prime and Jetfire. To build a new Space Bridge, we must manufacture new energy devices."
In fact, Sentinel Prime also felt a pang of regret. Those were all energy devices it had brought from Cybertron, each containing vast energy comparable to a star!
But to operate Cybertron, they were already heavily consumed. The remaining energy inside was then used to treat Optimus Prime and Jetfire, and later, the entire universe battleship was teleported, which resulted in two-thirds of the original hundreds of energy devices being scrapped!
To re-manufacture those energy devices would require harvesting at least hundreds of stars!
"It's alright. With the Star Harvester, energy devices are just a matter of time." Emrys was slightly regretful, it seemed that it would be impossible to replicate them in large quantities in a short time: "How many are left currently?"
"Currently, there are fewer than 50 energy-sufficient ones left, Prime," Sentinel Prime said, then added, "Ten energy devices can create a stable teleportation channel, which can last for about thirty minutes."
"Give them to me."
Emrys unceremoniously demanded them.
"Yes, Prime."
Despite its reluctance, Sentinel Prime handed over the forty-odd remaining energy devices to Emrys: "Prime, these... are all the remaining energy devices."
It was clear that it was truly reluctant.
"Don't worry, it's not like I'm not giving them back to you." Emrys was slightly speechless, glancing at it, and putting the spatial teleportation devices into his personal space: "I'll return them to you after I'm done using them, and you don't have to worry about energy; I'll solve that for you."
"[Current world Exploration: 25%]"
"[Reward: Micro Spatial Compression]"
The exploration rate is only 25%?
Hearing the 'Traveler''s prompt in his mind, Emrys was slightly surprised, but then immediately realized that it should be the plot of the later movies!
Unicron, Quintessa, the Dinobots, beast Wars, etc., at this point in time, were either dormant or not yet awakened.
"It doesn't matter." Emrys shook his head, throwing those thoughts aside. Anyway, he didn't plan to touch those things for now.
However, 'Traveler''s mention of Micro Spatial Compression piqued his interest. The knowledge was inputted into his brain, and Emrys only needed to recall it slightly to extract it directly.
Micro Spatial Compression is a technology that miniaturizes large non-living objects using a technique similar to spatial compression, just like in the movie, where the huge Allspark was shrunk to the size of a palm, and its weight was also compressed, allowing humans to carry it.
"Heh, that's interesting."
After browsing through this ability, Emrys chuckled: "Does that mean I can directly compress large universe spaceships into 'model' size?"
It could be said that this ability had great potential for various uses, such as transporting materials, directly reducing the difficulty significantly!
The only pity was that although he could use it himself, he couldn't replicate it, nor could he form a complete technology. Otherwise... selling it to the 'Regent' would at least get him a few more trade charters.
Before officially returning, Emrys still had a few issues to deal with.
The defeated Decepticons, as prisoners of war, were temporarily designated 'Atoners,' responsible for digging pits daily and not allowed to leave the mining area except during wartime.
The Autobot faction, as assistants, joined the Holy Council, led by Optimus Prime, Sentinel Prime, and Jetfire, with the remaining positions vacant.
The human side of the Holy Council was temporarily represented by the ancient Eastern country, the Bear Country, and Charlie, who performed excellently in the war, with the other three positions still vacant.
At the same time, Emrys left Nightblade, which had the highest authority and could monitor the Holy Council.
Thus, all parties checked and balanced each other, forming the most stable situation, and the Holy Council's biggest goal was to collect resources and develop technology as much as possible to enter the Space Age!
"It's finally over"
After resolving all issues, Emrys could finally return. He let out a light breath, a glimmer appearing in his eyes: "I hope the situation on Vigilus hasn't deteriorated to an irreversible point."
"Traveler, return!"
"[Welcome back, Traveler]"
"[Traveler: Emrys]"
"[Race: Human]"
"[Profession: Itinerant Merchant (To be inherited)]"
"[Remaining Energy: 100000 units]"
"[Remaining Source Power: 2500 units]"
"[Main world: Warhammer M41.999]"
"[Anchor Worlds: Marvel Cinematic universe - 99999, Alien universe, Resident Evil, Transformers]"
"[world Authority Level: LV3]"
"[Time Flow Rate: 1-10]"
"[ Blessing: Born to Die]"
"[Current Status: Searching for the next available Anchor World to travel to]"