Novel & Cerita Knightverse Optimus Prime

"Thank you." I winked at him and turned back to the door. ** "Now that we're all here." Taryk shot me a side glance. I shrugged my shoulders. He rolled his eyes. "Hellion, you have the floor." He sat down and waved Hellion to the end of the table. "I've called you all together today," Hellion began, a broad smile on his face. None of us were in the playing mood. Our faces showed it. He sighed. "Fine. Straight into the doom and gloom then. I'm a Prime. I'm the Prime of Death. I rule over what could most easily be understood as a ‘Hell world.' I know, I know. Hate the game, not the player."

As we reached the peak, the gold and emerald light of our resonance flared with such intensity that the Stasis-Vine on the nearby branches momentarily shriveled and turned to ash. "You're not her, Emma," Félix rasped against my skin, his forehead resting against mine. "You're the one who wakes her up. But you don't have to take her place." The peace was shattered by a sound like a harp string snapping. A figure emerged from the liquid starlight pool. It was a Guardian of the Void-Prime, a being made of the same obsidian shadow I had faced in Aethelgard, but refined. It wore armor of polished glass and held a spear of frozen time.

The principle of things ending granted awareness. When it spoke, the words formed directly in whatever passed for my mind. “Guardian. You survive where others have not. Impressive.” “You’re the Prime.” My response wasn’t words either, just intention shaped into communication. “I am the anchor. The source from which fragments manifest. The Void’s consciousness made manifest in your reality.” The Prime studied me… not with eyes, but with attention that felt like being evaluated at a level. “You should not be here.” “The artifact protects me.”

The decay stopped mid-surge, turning into a permanent, unbreakable sleeve of obsidian-colored stone. The Second Prime was thrown back, his translucent frame flickering like a corrupted file. [REMAINDER DETECTED: THE VIRUS] [STATUS: SOVEREIGN OVERRIDE 100%] [VERDICT: THE NEW ORDER] The tower groaned, a terminal shriek of basalt and bone-quartz.

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

His face collapses from the change in pressure as it goes purple and he falls to the floor as a twitching mass. The other two knights look back at the shaking corpse and then back at me. Unfortunately for them, the news that Primus is alive, sane, and has heirs cannot leave this room. Grinning widely, my eyes glow as I watch the realization spark in the eyes of the two remaining knights. They see their deaths approach with a twist of my wrists. They cannot be allowed to access the Far West Gate. Taking hold of the coral band around my wrist I send a flash of thought. It’s time for Tritus to do his job.

Than snarls next to him even before I can move closer to the fucker and rip his head off to use it as a ball for my practice with the pack kids. “Relax, demon daddy, we’re all friends here,” I say with an easy smirk, already picturing how awesome Optimus will think I am once she sees me in action. And I mean actual action - the smooth, clean kills I’m actually pretty good at. Than sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and grumbles, “everyone, I’m not honored to do this, but I suppose I’ll introduce the man standing next to me. Meet Cylus, the underworld serpent Lord.”

"That's your proof. You're questioning what I just said. I heard the Guardians speaking the other day. The Guardians were very powerful back in the day, but it wasn't the Obsidians who tried to kill their children. It was the Guardians- they're here to destroy the superior species, not protect them. Dad, you, and I are all in danger if they're around. Now, please, listen to me, pack up everything important and let me get us out of here." Knight stares at me wide-eyed. Not that it's a surprise. He's really the same as our mom- naive, weak, and too trusting. Like our mother, Knight believes in anything that makes even a little sense. He fails to see things for what they are. They're both insan

Standing before that altar was Primarch Valerius. His physical form was far more menacing than his holographic projection. He stood over seven feet tall, clad in layered robes of woven shadow-silk and heavy gold-and-platinum battle plate. His pale face was smooth and hairless, his eyes burning like hollow purple suns. Hovering behind him were twelve Praetorian void-guardians—constructs clad in towering, four-armed iron carapace armor, wielding massive dark-silver halberds that hummed with destabilizing force-waves.

Most of them were Eight or Seven-Power Macrocosm Ancestral Gods. Seeing that Jabari and the others were unscathed, the Omnipotent Lord immediately changed his mind. He stepped forward and smiled, saying, “This is a misunderstanding, my friends. I came here to assist James. However, as the enemy is too powerful, we didn’t even dare approach him.” “Men, escort our heroes back to our universe!” the Omnipotent Lord ordered. He knew that he would not be able to annihilate them with what few forces he had at the moment. After all, these were people who had fought against the Ursa.