Novel & Cerita Optimus Prime Evil

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

I stepped out of the truck, the Red Blood in my veins thrumming in a violent, sympathetic vibration with the red light in her eyes. "She’s the 'Optimized' you," Fenris said, stepping up beside me, his broadsword humming with a low, blue anti-matter charge. "The Architects kept a backup of your neural map before you merged with the Shadow. They stripped away the 'errors'—the empathy, the grief, the love. They left the weapon." The 01-B Elara didn't speak with her mouth. Her voice was a broadcast, vibrating through the very iron in our blood. *"Anomaly detected. Retrieval of Prime-Link initiated. All secondary biomass is slated for termination."*

Lenox pov A demonic baby, how fucking cool is that? While everyone in my family keeps fussing around about how unreal this situation seems, all I can do is grin as if someone just tossed me the winning lottery ticket. A demon for a child. A demon for a child I’m naming Optimus Prime Megatron if I get my hands on any legal paperwork. Hell, this feels better than any emotion I’ve ever felt before. Can anyone imagine how cool is this? Beyond any limit of cool I could imagine.

asked Alexis "Yes. But I told you already didn't I...? This plan has no flaws. A bug will be attached to the man. It will provide us with both Audio and Video evidence. The video evidence will later be released to the public when Count Arche pleads guilty." "You really did think this through, Damien." said the emperor "I cannot lose this. Every move he makes has already been thought of, by me and my men. He is a rat caught in a trap right now." Said Damien as he grinned TO BE CONTINUED...

Assuring the soldiers, Evans said, "Don't worry. I'm going to kill it if your leader doesn't." "There's no way, it's too strong" It was a quick reply. The genius of the century you are Evans Green, we know and respect you. We hope to know you better, and we hope that you will become stronger but that can only happen only if you are alive. So please escape now, while you still have the chance. You have the pendant of protection on you, right?" In their eyes, they showed respect and pride to him as they pleaded. However, Evans felt that it was the same as telling him he was too weak to fight the enemy.

Just ten minutes into their two-men meeting, Optimist already derived a backup plan. His eyes and his aura show nothing but pure drive for his job. Taking all these into account, Rhett could not help but throw furtive glances at him in between hoping to see a crack, a sign of his flaws but he can’t find any. How great would it be if evil people could vividly engrave the mark of their deeds on their forehead for everyone to see? Staring at his almost perfect best friend, Rhett dropped his pen subconsciously. He had forgotten that not all monsters are ugly. Some come beautifully crafted.

"There have always been multiple Primes. Not many. Maybe five or six alive in the world at any given time. But they exist. They live quietly. They do not announce themselves. And when a new Prime is born who might threaten the balance they have established, they eliminate that threat." "You are saying there are other Primes out there right now," I said slowly. "And they might come after Elena." "I am saying they are definitely coming after Elena. She has been too visible. Too active. Too powerful too young. She has drawn attention from the very beings who have the most to lose if she continues developing unchecked." Vera looked at Elena who had come into the war room despite instructions to

"You think this is a victory? You've just stunted the planet's evolution. You’ve condemned yourselves to a slow death in a scorched forest." ​"We've lived in the soot before," I said, standing up as the steam began to clear. My hands were no longer green; they were charred, the metal scars glowing with residual heat. "We’re quite good at it." ​Sarah-Prime didn't wait for a second exchange. A small, translucent drone descended from the clouds, snatching her up before Killian could reload. As she ascended, she looked down at the blackened spire of the Ninth Core.

The moment of truth. My fingers were inches from the chip when the entire wall of windows behind Jeff exploded inwards. The world dissolved into a shower of screaming glass and roaring wind. A sleek, black aerial drone hovered where the window had been, its weapons systems humming with lethal intent. Standing in the jagged opening, silhouetted against the city lights, was Prime. Her obsidian eyes glinted, and her voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. “The emotional compromise is complete,” she stated, her rifle rising again, not toward me, but toward Jeff. “Targeting the architect. Eliminating the corruption at its source.”

She still remembers and catches on to the contradiction from what he had said. “What do you mean? Lady Aurelia, Aren’t they just mindless monsters?” The Prime Minister asks as he acts like he doesn’t have a clue. “Please, don’t insult my intelligence, Mr. Prime Minister. You said it yourself, didn’t you? That they follow you. The act of following means that they are not mindless, or at least they have the same intelligence as many predators such as lions and wolves during the pre-apocalypse.” Aurelia explains the fact one by one and then stops to zoom refocus the picture on the screen for them to see the bigger picture where people within the room can see the gathering of the cursed one hord