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

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?”

“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.

He tossed the pieces into the garbage bin, muttering to himself, "That's where both of you belong." He then turned his attention to a framed picture of himself and Sabina. He tore the picture in half, letting out a bitter laugh. "My biggest mistake is trusting you, Sabina. But thanks to you, I've learned my lessons now," he said, throwing the picture into the bin. Onel sank into the bathtub, trying to push his anger and resentment aside. He was the last surviving omega in the world, and many alphas desired him because only he could give them the perfect son to secure their packs. But he refused to be used like that anymore.

God, help me! “Are you going to turn it back on anytime soon? Because I have to be ready, you know! I have to make sure I have enough fire power to snap back at you and enough cab money to get back home when I walk out on you.” Ryder stared at me for a while, and then he laughed, a real heartwarming laugh. “You’re amazing Astrid Jacobson! I guess now I understand how you got through my shield the first time around.” I raised a brow at him. Still waiting for his answer.

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.”

“But just know—your death will be the first.” Alpha Knight’s eyes darted around the tent. He had not expected this; neither Boris’ timing nor my resistance and certainly not the iron wall of soldiers closing in around his own. But he still had that twisted glimmer in his eyes, like a cornered animal, dangerous and desperate. “Don’t be stupid,” I said coldly. “There’s no victory here for you. Just more corpses and more failure.” Knight’s lips curled into a snarl. “You think you’ve won something? This is just a delay, Zelda. One battle doesn’t decide the war.”

A uniquely crafted helmet, its visor dark and impenetrable, crowned its head, and beneath the shadows of the armor, a faint purple light flickered, a heartbeat of arcane energy. The figure turned, its gaze fixed upon me, a silent challenge in its unblinking stare. “Kid,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips, “if you acknowledge me as your master, kneel.” The Bone Knight, newly birthed into this world, stood before me, a towering figure of bone and shadow. I’d forgive its initial hesitation, this flicker of independent thought. But disobedience? That wouldn’t be tolerated. A metallic clang echoed as the knight’s joints shifted, the purple light within its helmet pulsed, and with a heavy thud, i

___16 years ago___ ~ Heavens Fall ~ The war was put to a halt but there's still small skirmishes happening across the planet and hit-and-run tactics in space by the enemy fleets. Knight was with his parents eating lunch inside their apartment in room 207. While eating, Knight was silent and sulky. Tessia and Alexis noticed their son's expression and began to look at each other. They keep signaling each other using their eyes to talk to their child. Alexis, Knight's father, lost to Tessia because she glared at him.