Volume 8: The Fourth Impact Chapter 74 The planet is broken? Can't it be fixed by wrapping it with tape twice? If that doesn't work, use instant noodles
"Oh, everyone! I have bad news for you. We are going to die!"
Harley, who had just driven the demonized Fenrir armor and defeated the Star Destroyer Tower robot with great power, was now standing on the shaking ground. She let out a sharp scream as she watched the golden interlocking arms that crushed the continental shelf and the star shattered.
Behind Harley, Team K was retreating through the opened Speed Force rift, carrying the last batch of assassins.
Little Iris West is now running backwards in the speed force matrix of this world with all his might, in order to slow down the flow of time here and buy time for the final transfer.
From a third-party perspective, Mason and others' final counterattack should have failed.
Their failure to repel Unicron before the final time limit allowed the star-devouring being to thrust its evil tentacles into the body of the Isu world.
Uh, that's a weird statement.
But that's the way it is.
The continental shelves of North America and Africa have been completely shattered under the pressure of the devouring tentacles of the Universe Emperor. The whole world is like a nut being squeezed open, and the mantle layer on the side facing the Star Emperor has been torn apart. The boiling magma pushes the broken earth into outer space, and is constantly absorbed and swallowed by the material entrance of the Universe Emperor.
The next step would be for Unicron's matter-devouring mouth to be completely connected to the Isu world, starting with the rupture of the world until the entire world's core and matter are completely devoured.
This situation is basically hopeless.
Even if Unicron suddenly gave up on devouring planets at this moment, given that the continental shelf of the Isu world had already been shattered, this world would quickly collapse into humble stardust under the compression of the next plane.
"Come on, why are you still stopping here?"
Ertong rushed over and knocked on the cockpit of the demonized Fenrir armor, and shouted to Harley who was holding the clown camera and taking pictures inside:
"This world is over. If you stay here, you will suffocate to death!"
"You go first!"
Harry yelled:
"My sweetheart asked me to wait for him here. I will wait until he comes back and leave with him. He won't abandon me. I am different from you fools who have no confidence. Mr. K said he will save the world!
I believe he can do it.
Wow!
Look, that big robot's head is on fire!
Purple fire, so beautiful, I must take this picture, get out of here! Ertong, you are blocking my selfie."
Amid Harley's scream, Jason suddenly turned around and looked at the sky behind him.
Indeed, as Harley said, a ball of purple fire was erupting from the front of the invincible Unicron's star structure.
It was as if the flames produced by a bomb detonating in a closed space even tore through the nearly thousand-kilometer-thick planetary antibody armor of this terrifying creature, just like magma erupting from underground, indicating that Mason's actions had made progress.
"It stopped!"
The figure of the Isu Guardian Cassandra appeared in the flying arcs of light. The weak sister Kassandra stumbled when she landed and was almost swallowed into the ground by the huge crack caused by the shattered planet. Harley quickly captured her and fixed her on top of the machine with the flexible mechanical tentacles of the demonized Fenrir.
In the scene of everything being broken, Sister Ka whispered:
"They succeeded, Unicron stopped, but our world has already..."
"drop!"
After a sharp scream, Barbara's tired voice sounded again. She said:
"I'm so tired. The communication is finally restored. What the hell. Sister Ka! Sister Ka, are you there? Mason asked me to tell you to go to the center of the earth immediately and restart the magnetic field generator there.
Captain Carter is heading there with Magneto. You must restart the magnetic field constraints before the main body of the world is shattered!"
"Even now, are we still going to push forward that damn world fusion plan?"
Cassandra shouted:
"Our world has been shattered! Even if we restart the magnetic field constraints, it will not work..."
"Look above your head!"
Batgirl yelled:
"That fragment of the world floating outside the mechanical body of the universe! Do you see it? It is the remains of a star that was eaten by it and only has a little material left.
That thing can help you repair the damage to the main body of the world, and the matter swallowed by the Emperor of the Universe can also be replenished through this fragmentation and fusion.
We've calculated it, and it's absolutely possible!
But you have to be fast!
The rupture of the continental shelf has affected the stability of the planet. The magnetic field constraints must be restarted within ten minutes. Otherwise, once the Unicron retreats back to its plane, without its stellar gravitational stabilization field, your world will fall apart in an instant.
Also, Harley has two more barrels, so don't come back until you retreat to Osborne Tower.
I will airdrop a new Isu Aurora Device to your location and set it up somewhere.
quick!"
Under Barbara's urging, the people who had just experienced the end of the world had no time to be sad. They turned around and did their respective work. In this doomsday scene where everything was broken, the Cybertronians who had been given free will by Unicron with the power of fire also gave up destruction one by one.
They stood sluggishly on the surface of a ruin, staring blankly at their god in the sky, roaring in pain in the purple flames.
For these new mechanical life forms, this scene was no less than seeing the fall of heaven with their own eyes. It caused a terrifying shock to their minds that had not yet truly understood wisdom.
Including those huge Star Destroyer Tower robot overlords, they were standing there stupidly, as if they were shut down, waiting for the moment when the planet would be shattered.
They are mechanical life.
As long as they are not destroyed by the energy generated when the planet breaks, they can continue to survive in space even if they lose the land beneath their feet until their energy is exhausted.
"Look, so many confused souls..."
At the same time that Unicron's neural control center was washed away by the purple energy of Galactus and was forced to shut down, a strange consciousness also appeared almost simultaneously in the core processor of every Cybertronian in the Isu world through the connection of machinery and data.
There was a strong sense of curiosity in Bartmos' voice.
This was his first time entering the mechanical soul of a Cybertronian, but he was then surprised to find that the spiritual world of these mechanical lives was incredibly barren.
It is like a barren wasteland with no grass growing on it, or like a blank canvas with no trace left on it.
Their obedience from birth to the present is not because they truly worship the Emperor of the Universe, but simply the instinctive obedience of life to the Creator at birth.
No one has ever taught them how to think using their circuit boards, and they can only act on instinct like the giant, hideous mechanical beasts of Cybertron legend.
Wisdom has been born but is not used well.
This made Bartmos feel indescribable sadness.
It is obvious that the Emperor of the Universe has the power to create life and can shape an entire world's mechanical army in the blink of an eye. However, he is unwilling to give more attention and guidance to his creations, and regards them as insignificant things like the planets to be swallowed.
These living mechanical gods were born at this moment just to be tools to accomplish a certain purpose, and their future fate was not considered by the Emperor of the Universe.
What an arrogant waste!
Bartmos thought so.
Since you have the ability but don't do the work, don't blame me for doing the work for you.
"It didn't teach you right from wrong, but gave you so much freedom, which is not right."
The Data God's thoughts, with the help of the Metal Spirit's perception of mechanical bodies, jumped through the processors of the confused Cybertronians, just like an outstanding painter who was willing to leave his own mark on these beautiful canvases.
"It created you but cannot give you a home, and it has never thought of creating a home for you. But it doesn't matter, children, it doesn't matter, confused robots.
You can go home now.”
The existence and information of the Metal Spirit conceptual plane were copied and pasted into the depths of the core processor of every confused mind. That was the call from Batmos to them.
"Come on, if you don't know where to go, then follow me! The Kingdom of the Mechanical God will open today, and you will be the first visitors to set foot in it.
Our perfect country is still under construction.
It might take countless years for it to reappear in the material world, but time is a generous thing to immortal machines.
You have enough patience and ability to complete the forging of the Mechanical Kingdom with me.
Come on, Cybertronians.
Use the mechanical power you have been given in the right place. Come on, the world beneath your feet is begging you, and the civilization you have harmed needs help!"
At the call of Bartmos, the newly born robots, who didn't know what to do because they had lost their perception of Unicron, quickly took action.
They didn't know where the calling voice came from, but the machines waiting for instructions to act once again found their place.
They will be able to demonstrate their own value, and as authentic tools created by humans, this is enough reason for action.
Under the guidance of the God of Data, these robots began to rush into the cracks in the world that were shattered by the golden horn of Unicron.
They deformed their bodies and locked onto each other one after another, forming a metal connection in a short period of time to temporarily heal the still-tearing earth.
He also created a giant metal wall to prevent more stellar matter from the Isu world from being thrown into the devouring mouth of Unicron. The mechanical brain of Unicron suffered severe damage, but the devouring action did not stop.
The constantly operating hot-melt digestion tank is still craving for more matter to be converted into energy so that the Emperor of the Universe can fully wake up from his slumber.
But in fact, the God of Destruction has lost the possibility of waking up in a short time.
In its neural control center, the leadership module transformed by the Mason Manufacturing Group and opened by John Wick is suspended in the purple sea of energy. With its existence as an information relay, not only Batmos's data is thrown here, but also the root power from the Metal Spirit Plane.
This power, which can influence the operation of all mechanical and data structures at a metaphysical level, soon demonstrated its power. The blocking command of the silver data tower of the locked neural control center became invalid, and the main processor that sealed the core spark of the Universe Emperor finally revealed its true appearance.
Bartmos had no way of dealing with this thing.
As a hacker and data god, he should have put the virus he wrote into this thing to attack the mind of Unicron, but he couldn't find any port to connect to it.
Neither physical hard connections nor virtual interfaces are feasible.
The main processor in front of us, which was born at the beginning of the universe, has clearly surpassed the category of "technology". Even the 11th-level wisdom of the God of Hackers cannot crack it, and even its existence cannot be understood.
"Pull it off!"
Seeing that Bartmos was hesitant to take action, Mason, who was escaping from the out-of-control Unicron star body, suddenly became anxious, and the captain shouted over there:
"Take it away from Unicron's body and extract this guy's brain. All you need is its stellar body as a material carrier for the Metal Spirit. As for the brain of the God of Destruction, you don't need it.
Keeping the main processor would be a nuisance.
Leave it to me!
I'll try to seal it."
"That's easy for you to say!"
Bartmos scolded:
"This main processor controls all modules of the stellar body. It issues a sleep command to keep this invincible body quiet. Once the main processor is unplugged, Unicron's body will go out of control.
You wouldn't want to see a mindless mechanical madman destroying everything it sees in its path in extreme chaos and madness, would you?
This is indeed its brain, but it is not its only brain.
I pull it out and this guy's going to go crazy!"
"Then do a 'head transplant'."
Mason's mind raced. As the Overlord smashed the antibody armor that rolled back to bury everyone, he responded to Bartmos:
"The Exile! Bring it in and let it replace the main processor to maintain the dormant state of the mechanical planet. Its computing power should be able to do it, right?
As long as you take away the core spark, Unicron's star body will no longer be able to transform, and this planetary fortress will be completely yours."
"Your brain is still as useful as ever."
With a word of praise, Bartomos gave the Exile ship an order to teleport. Now that he had returned, Barbara, as the temporary operator, could come down from the mechanical throne.
When the dizzy Batgirl opened her eyes after being sent out of the spaceship, she saw the miraculous mechanical brain of Unicron being continuously filled with energy.
"Take this and carry it out to Mason!"
Bartmos's consciousness was outlined in the sea of energy formed by the leadership module. As the data cable of the Exile was connected to the neural control center, he pointed to the main processor above, which was as big as a small mountain, and said to Barbara:
“Unicron’s astral body needs to be sent out of the depths of the plane. The Metal Spirit and I will need a very long time to reset its various programs before it can be truly harmless.
Say goodbye to Mason for me.
I believe that one day when the impact is over, we will meet again.”
"That thing is too big!"
Barbara stared at the main processor that was hundreds of times larger than her, like a little ant standing in front of a black cookie. She sighed:
"I can't carry it by myself."
"Look at what you said. This core fire is a very magical thing. If I hadn't been unable to handle it, I wouldn't have given such a precious thing to Mason."
Batmos curled his lips and guided Batgirl to reach out and touch Unicron's main processor.
As she watched in amazement, the thing was like a self-folding metal Rubik's Cube, shrinking rapidly in an inward-collapsing manner, and eventually became a metal box the same size as the leadership module.
If you feel carefully, you will feel that there seems to be a never-extinguished fire burning in this metal box.
"Shua"
Barbara held the thing in her hand, and before she had time to say goodbye to Bartomos, she was thrown back to Mason by quantum teleportation.
The group of people who were evacuating Unicron's planet looked up and saw Batgirl falling screaming, and was caught in the air by Mason who had transformed into water.
"It's going to be teleported into the depths of the universe!"
Barbara hugged her brother and shouted:
"Get out now!"
"Moubis! Get us out of here."
Mason shouted to his mechanical chair, but faster than quantum teleportation, a rotating black arc of light descended from the sky, enveloping the group and bringing them back to the surface of the Isu world that was undergoing stellar disintegration in the next moment.
Hei Qiyi, whose whole body exuded the aroma of barbecue, opened his mouth and blew out a puff of black smoke, then he sat down on the ground weakly.
Everyone looked up at once without even having time to greet each other.
Unicron, who had thrust his prey horns into the Isu world, was "dissipating", like a pixelated projection vibrating, that was astral teleportation being activated.
It's leaving.
After leaving a mess on the ground, this big guy who made everyone's heart rise to their throat was finally leaving.
