Novel & Cerita Optimus Prime Aoe

An Aegis-Network localized deflector shield. "Scanner readings are off the charts," Kara reported frantically. "That shield has a dedicated, onboard micro-fusion reactor. Leo's EMP rounds will barely scratch the paint. If that thing gets within half a mile, it will level the factory walls without even stopping." Torque stared at the drone feed on a nearby monitor. He let out a hollow, defeated laugh. "You can't shoot a mountain, Wraith. We're dead." Ren stared at the glowing blue shield surrounding the Behemoth.

"Leo! She’s removing the 'Noise'! If she finishes the render, we’ll be trapped in a featureless void!" ​"Kaelen! Maya! Break her focus!" Leo roared, finally forcing his muscles to move against the Prime’s crushing pressure. ​Kaelen didn't hesitate. He launched himself forward, his silver-metal skin flaring to its maximum output. He wasn't just a man; he was a "Living-Impact," a silver comet aimed directly at the Prime’s heart. ​But the Prime didn't dodge. As Kaelen’s fist neared her chest, she simply "Shifted." In a flash of silver light, Kaelen didn't hit her; he passed right through her as if she were made of mist.

Chapter 42 IT WAS ALL TOO QUICK, Primuh stood there bracing himself, some of the shards of sharp energy did hit him. But due to the durable nature of his muscular, massive eight-foot body: Which was on par with his twin brother Orbin and also the damage was only fleeting if there were any. As his body had the natural ability to heal quickly. Primuh now stared in horror at the body lying motionless near his feet now, it was Orea! And she was badly injured!

*Boom* Another clash which yielded no victor. Ares’ feet dug into the ground like the roots of a mighty oak. His eyes flashed with intensity as he dragged his great sword before him and filled it with his power. The power of the earth filled his weapon and reinforced its might. With his authority as the god of war, each attack was multiplied and by relying on Endless Wave, his multiplier was exponentially increased. This was the true might of the one who had once been fated to succeed Zeus!

Andrew asked with a smile that held no warmth, only ice-cold mockery. Othniel took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. "I'll admit it, you're strong. No wonder you put Hershel on the ground with a single punch. But no matter how strong you are, I haven't even started getting serious yet. Next, you're about to see what a real storm looks like." A ring of yellow energy surged up around Othniel's body. With a savage grin, he slashed his saber diagonally, kicking up a towering wave of dirt that tore a massive trench through the ground and came crashing down on Andrew like a tidal wave.

Primo had just noticed it, these three had been watching them all along, as if they were studying and taking notes of how he fought. Unlike the previous men, these three were admittedly emitting different aura. Primo could tell that they were stronger than the rest. Something was whispering in the back of his head that, if he weren’t careful in this fight, they would be able to get what they wanted. The three were twice bigger than the rest, including Primo himself. There was no expression in their faces. They looked like robots who were programmed for this purpose–to fight.

The unrefined green chemical sprayed across the stone floor, hissing against the spilled imperial silver but failing to spark. Before the mercenary could draw a backup blade, Kael and four vanguard defenders slammed their heavy iron-bound shields directly into his chest. The sheer concussive force drove the armored human backward, his copper fuel tank rupturing against the stone wall in a dull, metallic crunch. "Break them!" Kael roared, his golden eyes blazing with the newly amplified power of the Primal Well.

Rhys sighed and said, "The reason I discourage you from clashing with them is that these people are far from simple on the surface." "What exactly makes them so formidable?" Adrian asked. Hearing Adrian's curiosity, Rhys no longer held back and revealed everything about the Prime Oracles. The power of the Prime Oracles was immense, even beyond Rhys' full comprehension. Everyone in the south knew how formidable they were, but Adrian had not sensed their strength because the Prime Oracles operated on a level far beyond small factions.

It made me feel even stronger. "Baron! We far outnumber you. Do you really want to do this?!" Yelled Elijah from a distance as he and some of his werewolves got into combat position. "You might outnumber I and my rogues, but we are going to kill a very reasonable number of your pack before you finish us off. Do you really want to risk that?" I replied. Tensions were high. I could smell the intensity. Every creature was on edge. We had all fully responded to our primal nature and were ready for a vicious encounter.