Novel & Cerita Transformers Optimus Dies

“That can’t be right.” Iris scrolled. “It’s… she’s already run the scenario where she loses.” “Everyone runs contingencies.” “Not like this,” Iris replied. She turned the screen. A chart showed a steep climb in short-term mortality followed by a long, slow decline. Beneath it, a note in the Queen’s terse prose: Human systems recover faster from shock than from indefinite optimization debt. The man swallowed. “She thinks she should die.” Iris shook her head. “No. She thinks she can.”

And while they completely overwhelmed the devastator’s power system inside, the thick layer of nanites voraciously ate through the chitin outside. It was clear that the Einherjar’s devastator was far from done, and kept on throwing mortars at it even after it started seeing the exoframe. Many who were paying attention on the battlefield watched with horror as Thanatos literally flooded its enemy with dozens and dozens of ravenous mortars. The Imperial devastator shuddered and shivered as it was struck over and over again by Thanatos’ unrelenting barrage. It began to list and fall as its internal systems were chewed out and emptied at a frightening pace.

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.

He was forcing the parasite to swallow the cold, dead reality of an empty city. There was no exit. No broadcast. No uplink. Just a long, cold dark. The transformer exploded with the sound of a thousand cracking icebergs. A shockwave rippled out, slamming Anji backward into the dark, crushing the breath out of him as the lights failed—not for a moment, but forever. In the final instant, he saw the singularity shrink. It didn't expand to engulf the city. It collapsed inward, a violent implosion of violet sparks that sucked into the shard, then faded into a pinpoint, and vanished.

It seemed to him that Kayson was not aware of the Odinous Power’s strength, and he felt that his action was no different from digging his own grave. “Now, die!” Master Octavius thought he was going to win this as he unleashed his Odinous Power at its full strength. In the next second, Master Octavius’ right sleeve burst into powder, and his bones and skin cracked. “Ah!” He let out a pained scream as he flew toward the back and rammed heavily into the wall of a hall.

"His heart stopped. They're working on him." My stomach dropped. "Rodriguez. What happens if they can't revive him?" A pause. Long. Heavy. "Then we have sixteen days to find another way to deactivate a system only one man knew how to stop." Through the earpiece, the sound of a defibrillator charging. One shock. Two. Then nothing. Just the hum of fifty years of secrets waiting to destroy four thousand lives. And James Morrison. The Architect. Dying on the floor of the facility he built.

Before the helicopter had even landed, the battle was already over. The mutated mechanical bird couldn't withstand Victor's Death Laser at all. After all, the skill's strength increased with his combat power. Even without the combat power boost from the funnel, a Death Laser backed by a combat power of 336 was not something the mutated mechanical bird could endure at the current stage of the apocalypse. "It's over already?" Terrence exclaimed in disbelief. The other bodyguards who were rushing towards Terrence also froze on the spot.

With his arms outstretched, Igbins, the boy who had been losing his temper earlier, cried out, when he saw his colleague's head burst away and his body break apart—dropping lifeless, like a sack of potato upon crash. He abruptly halted, on his track. His face, immediately, changing into a gloomy facade of depression, suddenly became pale. He kept on looking, wide-eyed, and interchangeably, at the young warrior, Jada's, damaged dead body and the octopus-like creature which continued, a dance-like fight, with the other young warriors belonging to the team. "Lea–lea–leader, Our leader is dead. Oh no!" He started murmuring to himself; completely aghast.

Tears rolled down his face because he knew that Hank and Grant could not be saved anymore. He saluted them back with solemness and seriousness that he had never displayed before. “Yes! Comrade Hank, Comrade Grant, don’t worry. I promise that I won’t disappoint all of you, and I definitely won’t disgrace the Insurgent Trifecta!” Hank and Grant cracked even happier smiles on their faces upon hearing that. They were completely relieved. In the next moment, their smiles froze on their faces… They were dead. They had stopped breathing and had left the world for eternity.

“Maybe that’s true.” Suddenly, the lights flickered. The screens went black. And a voice crackled through the speaker system. “Code Omega engaged. Building lockdown initiated.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do?” Voss lifted a hand and tapped his temple. “Fail-safe. If I die, the system dies with me. Everything burns.” Marcus’s voice buzzed over the comms. “He’s right. All servers just started a self-destruct sequence. Forty minutes until complete data loss.”