Optimus Prime In The Last Knight の小説・ストーリー

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

Damien stepped between him and the others. “Stop.” Prime’s gaze fixed on Damien. He tilted his head, observing him like a reflection puzzled by its original. “You are… the seed,” Prime said. His voice was distorted—multi-layered, as if several voices echoed inside one. Damien’s pulse pounded. “You don’t have to follow his programming.” “I do not follow,” Prime replied. “I inherit.” He extended his hand, and for a moment, it wasn’t threatening. It was almost… curious. Reaching not to strike, but to connect.

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.

“No LOS!” As far as Knight, a captain of the Awakaned Human Defense Force’s Alpha Team was concerned, if an ordinary human soldier on secondment couldn’t stomach working with them, Awakens, then they shouldn’t be on his team. After three years of training and field deployment under the AHDF banner, Knight thought the higher ups should have figured that out by now. “He’s gone after this,” Rina said flatly, looking Knight straight in the eye. “The second we get back to base,” Knight promised before shifting the position of his own magically enhanced rifle against his shoulder. “Tanner, you got eyes on the target?”

“That’s not a nice thing to say, son. You’re lucky she’s just a baby and doesn’t understand what you’re saying yet. If Ophelia was a little older, your words would hurt her deeply.” Alister glances over his shoulder at the back seat and sighs. “The name is Optimus Prime, not Ophelia, dad. Also, I heard what the maids said. Mommy isn’t my real mommy and Optimus' dad is uncle Lenox. So, she is not my sister.” Cold shivers run down my spine as I listen to my son lay it out on me. First, an unknown sense of dread fills me, but soon, it turns into hot, seething rage that burns through my entire being.

First off was Alpha Suxxel… Finn and Knox's father. Then Knox. Finn. Soon Delilah. Then Delon. And finally—Nightclaw would return to its “rightful” blood. His… He leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming in the firelight. “Yes…” he murmured.“Everything is finally coming home.”

Optim referred to Amayah who laid his head on Dustin's shoulder not knowing what was said or going on around him. “Yes”. “I see, he got his trident”. Optim felt contempt at the same time disappointed, one way or the other he was going to get Daniel to join them, he had great potential that were untapped. He was a true royal, the kind they were looking for to save them from the war brewing in the future.

“I don’t kneel before anyone , Irene. Not because I think they are beneath me, but because none have ever stood so far above.” The words take my breath away. He continues, eyes locked on mine. “I don’t apologize for who I was. That man died when the storm came. But the man before you now…” His voice cracks slightly. “He kneels in respect, and he swears his allegiance to you—for the rest of his life.” I take a slow breath, unsure what to say. His pride was once a fortress. Seeing it bend now feels like witnessing the impossible. Jack lowers his head. “May the Goddess judge me worthy one day. Until then, I will spend what remains of my life trying to deserve this mercy.”

The night he was humiliated. "A fitting attire for your final review," a voice echoed from every direction. The data streams in front of Jack coalesced, forming a towering figure. It looked like an idealized, perfectly symmetrical human male, clad in a suit of blinding white code. This was the Prime Analyst, the Chief Weaver of the universe's firewall. Jack sneered, gripping his fists. He tried to summon his dark-gold sword, but his hand remained empty. He tried to call upon the Void crystal in his left arm, but his skin was normal flesh.