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Chapter 343: One Punch Per Starscream
Two more Leviathans floated over.
With their fifty-meter-long bodies, covered in a formidable alloy plating, they were once the Chitauri's ever-victorious bio-weapons, their most formidable war weapons aside from the interstellar warships.
That was until they met Megatron.
Even as a large number of Chitauri soldiers attacked Megatron, their blasts hitting his special Type IV Chassis were like brilliant soap bubbles, popping with a soft sound and leaving no impact whatsoever.
The Type IV was the latest result of Tony's research, the pinnacle of his work with Special Secondary Adamantium and Vibranium. It retained the millions of tons of impact resistance and the Healing Factor of Special Secondary Adamantium, while also possessing Vibranium's ability to absorb and release energy.
It was similar to True Adamantium, the material of the shield in Captain America's hands, though it was far from being as hard.
Captain America's Shield was something Tony's father had haphazardly created by mixing a large number of rare metals, including Vibranium. To this day, it could not be replicated.
It was arguably the hardest metal in the Universe, while also possessing the energy-absorbing properties of Vibranium.
Although the Type IV couldn't compare to that Shield, it was more than enough to crush the vast majority of enemies.
Even if Megatron just stood here and let the Chitauri attack him, he would remain completely unscathed unless they used the main cannon of an interstellar warship.
He didn't even need to use the "blood" in his body—his Energy. He could tank it all with his frame alone.
A dangerous light flashed in Megatron's crimson pupils. The cannon on his left arm swiftly disassembled into a multitude of parts, which then integrated back into the arm. When the final layer of components fused together, his entire left arm was once again a gleaming, seamless whole.
"Two reptiles. These are the war weapons of cosmic pirates?" Megatron sneered in a low voice. He reached his right arm behind his back, wrist twisting, and grasped the eight-meter-long greatsword.
The greatsword was eight meters long and two meters wide. The tip of the blade featured barbs extending from both sides, their sharp points glinting menacingly, emanating a cold aura.
With his thick arm, Megatron lifted the greatsword as easily as if it were a piece of straw. The diameter of one of his arms was over a meter, making him unbelievably strong. Even wielding this greatsword, which weighed at least ten tons, was effortless for him.
The wind howled—a gale stirred up by the two Leviathans moving at high speed. The encroaching shadow was the sky being blotted out by a massive number of Chitauri flyers.
Like a God of War, Megatron looked up and roared. In an instant, his explosive legs unleashed over three hundred tons of power, transferring it to his feet and stomping a huge hole in the roof of the six-hundred-meter-tall building.
Tons of rubble tumbled through the hole, crashing down to the next floor with a series of deafening rumbles.
The moment the entire top floor collapsed, Megatron moved.
From a standstill to a sudden burst of motion, the dark-silver chassis charged into the shadows, his right hand raising the greatsword high as if to cleave the world in two in the next second!
The Giant roared no more, but the intense madness in his red eyes silently told everyone just how excited he was, how much he craved battle.
His colossal body descended from above. In mid-air, he raised the greatsword, ignored the dense barrage of enemy fire, and viciously swung it down at the head of one of the Leviathans!
Splurt!!
The alloy armor on the giant beast's head was sliced apart as if it were tofu. The beast's skull was cleaved open along with it, exposing the brain matter within. In Megatron's hands, the greatsword produced a result far more terrifying than any thermal weapon.
With one swing, he had slain a massive Leviathan.
The pitiful giant beast let out a mournful cry on the spot. Its sundered head splattered a large amount of light-green blood onto Megatron as it fell powerlessly toward the ground, crashing through three high-rise buildings on its way down.
Countless Chitauri soldiers standing on those buildings were crushed to death by the falling beast.
"Whoa!" Tony couldn't help but let out a whistle.
Megatron leaped again. Before the giant beast even hit the ground, he kicked off its half-severed head, crushing it completely. Using that momentum, Megatron jumped beneath the other Leviathan, raised his greatsword, a vicious look in his eyes, and stabbed straight through the second beast's head.
In that moment, the world belonged to Megatron. Everyone was stunned by his sheer brutality.
"Look, that big guy!" Amidst their panicked escape, some of the terrified civilians pointed at Megatron, who was slaughtering the Chitauri like a God of War, a look of joyful surprise on their faces.
Countless images were transmitted across the globe, seen by the people of all of Earth.
After Megatron consecutively slew two of the giant beasts, the others dared not approach, all of them steering clear of him. The ordinary minions were effortlessly slaughtered by Megatron. He rarely used his guns, opting to hack and slash with his greatsword. Every swing of his powerful arms would purge a large area, leaving it empty.
"Boring. I've used less than a hundred units of energy," Megatron said, tapping his head. After reviewing every data point of his chassis, he suddenly felt a bit bored.
【Name: Megatron】
【Affiliation: Decepticon Legion (Leader)】
【Chassis: Type IV (Good)】
【Height: 10 meters】
【Energy: 100,000 units (Abundant)】
【Allspark: Active (Good)】
...
Up to this point, his total energy consumption was 3,090 units, leaving 100,000 units remaining.
This wasn't a miscalculation. His recovery rate was 10 units per second. As long as his Allspark's status remained "Active"—much like a healthy heart provides a more abundant supply of blood—he could self-replenish a small amount of energy.
He would only need to ingest super-energy crystals if his Allspark dimmed over time.
However, from his creation until now, his Allspark had always been in an active state and would likely remain so for a long time. At this rate, he would probably only need to feed on super-energy crystals once a year.
Megatron scanned the battlefield, greedily inhaling the scent of smoke and blood. He swung his greatsword and slaughtered another large batch of soldiers, which only made him feel more listless.
Damn it all, no matter how he fought, he was always at full strength.
These creatures were too weak.
The carnage and explosions excited him, but the fragility of his enemies was incredibly frustrating. A restless rage boiled within him with nowhere to vent.
And so, as a matter of course, someone was about to have a very bad day.
Megatron leaped up, grabbed the nose of a newly arrived fighter jet, and violently yanked it down. Gripping the strange aircraft, Megatron roared, "Soldier, state your name!"
The fighter jet struggled a few times, looking helpless. It wanted to resist but didn't quite dare. It could only transform on the spot, turning into a figure a head shorter than Megatron.
Small red eyes, set deep within their sockets, gave off a cunning impression.
From his first impression, Megatron already disliked this one. He grabbed the little thing by the neck and shook it like a chick.
"Oh, your majesty is supreme, Lord Megatron!" The Transformer had a sycophantic look on his face. Seeing the situation was not in his favor, he immediately knelt, his face filled with adoration. "I am the captain of the Flight Squadron, Starscream."
"Starscream? Why are you only arriving now? I reached the battlefield two minutes before you!" Megatron's eyes widened as he shook the pathetic Starscream back and forth.
"Er, I was commanding my soldiers in battle..."
"Enough nonsense! Give me your Status Template!" Megatron leaned his massive face in close, his beast-like roar full of intimidation.
(end of chapter)
Two more Leviathans floated over.
With their fifty-meter-long bodies, covered in a formidable alloy plating, they were once the Chitauri's ever-victorious bio-weapons, their most formidable war weapons aside from the interstellar warships.
That was until they met Megatron.
Even as a large number of Chitauri soldiers attacked Megatron, their blasts hitting his special Type IV Chassis were like brilliant soap bubbles, popping with a soft sound and leaving no impact whatsoever.
The Type IV was the latest result of Tony's research, the pinnacle of his work with Special Secondary Adamantium and Vibranium. It retained the millions of tons of impact resistance and the Healing Factor of Special Secondary Adamantium, while also possessing Vibranium's ability to absorb and release energy.
It was similar to True Adamantium, the material of the shield in Captain America's hands, though it was far from being as hard.
Captain America's Shield was something Tony's father had haphazardly created by mixing a large number of rare metals, including Vibranium. To this day, it could not be replicated.
It was arguably the hardest metal in the Universe, while also possessing the energy-absorbing properties of Vibranium.
Although the Type IV couldn't compare to that Shield, it was more than enough to crush the vast majority of enemies.
Even if Megatron just stood here and let the Chitauri attack him, he would remain completely unscathed unless they used the main cannon of an interstellar warship.
He didn't even need to use the "blood" in his body—his Energy. He could tank it all with his frame alone.
A dangerous light flashed in Megatron's crimson pupils. The cannon on his left arm swiftly disassembled into a multitude of parts, which then integrated back into the arm. When the final layer of components fused together, his entire left arm was once again a gleaming, seamless whole.
"Two reptiles. These are the war weapons of cosmic pirates?" Megatron sneered in a low voice. He reached his right arm behind his back, wrist twisting, and grasped the eight-meter-long greatsword.
The greatsword was eight meters long and two meters wide. The tip of the blade featured barbs extending from both sides, their sharp points glinting menacingly, emanating a cold aura.
With his thick arm, Megatron lifted the greatsword as easily as if it were a piece of straw. The diameter of one of his arms was over a meter, making him unbelievably strong. Even wielding this greatsword, which weighed at least ten tons, was effortless for him.
The wind howled—a gale stirred up by the two Leviathans moving at high speed. The encroaching shadow was the sky being blotted out by a massive number of Chitauri flyers.
Like a God of War, Megatron looked up and roared. In an instant, his explosive legs unleashed over three hundred tons of power, transferring it to his feet and stomping a huge hole in the roof of the six-hundred-meter-tall building.
Tons of rubble tumbled through the hole, crashing down to the next floor with a series of deafening rumbles.
The moment the entire top floor collapsed, Megatron moved.
From a standstill to a sudden burst of motion, the dark-silver chassis charged into the shadows, his right hand raising the greatsword high as if to cleave the world in two in the next second!
The Giant roared no more, but the intense madness in his red eyes silently told everyone just how excited he was, how much he craved battle.
His colossal body descended from above. In mid-air, he raised the greatsword, ignored the dense barrage of enemy fire, and viciously swung it down at the head of one of the Leviathans!
Splurt!!
The alloy armor on the giant beast's head was sliced apart as if it were tofu. The beast's skull was cleaved open along with it, exposing the brain matter within. In Megatron's hands, the greatsword produced a result far more terrifying than any thermal weapon.
With one swing, he had slain a massive Leviathan.
The pitiful giant beast let out a mournful cry on the spot. Its sundered head splattered a large amount of light-green blood onto Megatron as it fell powerlessly toward the ground, crashing through three high-rise buildings on its way down.
Countless Chitauri soldiers standing on those buildings were crushed to death by the falling beast.
"Whoa!" Tony couldn't help but let out a whistle.
Megatron leaped again. Before the giant beast even hit the ground, he kicked off its half-severed head, crushing it completely. Using that momentum, Megatron jumped beneath the other Leviathan, raised his greatsword, a vicious look in his eyes, and stabbed straight through the second beast's head.
In that moment, the world belonged to Megatron. Everyone was stunned by his sheer brutality.
"Look, that big guy!" Amidst their panicked escape, some of the terrified civilians pointed at Megatron, who was slaughtering the Chitauri like a God of War, a look of joyful surprise on their faces.
Countless images were transmitted across the globe, seen by the people of all of Earth.
After Megatron consecutively slew two of the giant beasts, the others dared not approach, all of them steering clear of him. The ordinary minions were effortlessly slaughtered by Megatron. He rarely used his guns, opting to hack and slash with his greatsword. Every swing of his powerful arms would purge a large area, leaving it empty.
"Boring. I've used less than a hundred units of energy," Megatron said, tapping his head. After reviewing every data point of his chassis, he suddenly felt a bit bored.
【Name: Megatron】
【Affiliation: Decepticon Legion (Leader)】
【Chassis: Type IV (Good)】
【Height: 10 meters】
【Energy: 100,000 units (Abundant)】
【Allspark: Active (Good)】
...
Up to this point, his total energy consumption was 3,090 units, leaving 100,000 units remaining.
This wasn't a miscalculation. His recovery rate was 10 units per second. As long as his Allspark's status remained "Active"—much like a healthy heart provides a more abundant supply of blood—he could self-replenish a small amount of energy.
He would only need to ingest super-energy crystals if his Allspark dimmed over time.
However, from his creation until now, his Allspark had always been in an active state and would likely remain so for a long time. At this rate, he would probably only need to feed on super-energy crystals once a year.
Megatron scanned the battlefield, greedily inhaling the scent of smoke and blood. He swung his greatsword and slaughtered another large batch of soldiers, which only made him feel more listless.
Damn it all, no matter how he fought, he was always at full strength.
These creatures were too weak.
The carnage and explosions excited him, but the fragility of his enemies was incredibly frustrating. A restless rage boiled within him with nowhere to vent.
And so, as a matter of course, someone was about to have a very bad day.
Megatron leaped up, grabbed the nose of a newly arrived fighter jet, and violently yanked it down. Gripping the strange aircraft, Megatron roared, "Soldier, state your name!"
The fighter jet struggled a few times, looking helpless. It wanted to resist but didn't quite dare. It could only transform on the spot, turning into a figure a head shorter than Megatron.
Small red eyes, set deep within their sockets, gave off a cunning impression.
From his first impression, Megatron already disliked this one. He grabbed the little thing by the neck and shook it like a chick.
"Oh, your majesty is supreme, Lord Megatron!" The Transformer had a sycophantic look on his face. Seeing the situation was not in his favor, he immediately knelt, his face filled with adoration. "I am the captain of the Flight Squadron, Starscream."
"Starscream? Why are you only arriving now? I reached the battlefield two minutes before you!" Megatron's eyes widened as he shook the pathetic Starscream back and forth.
"Er, I was commanding my soldiers in battle..."
"Enough nonsense! Give me your Status Template!" Megatron leaned his massive face in close, his beast-like roar full of intimidation.
(end of chapter)
