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Chapter 453: Impact
At this moment, Wakanda was on full alert.
Old King T'Chaka, Prince T'Challa, Princess Shuri, Head of the Guard Okoye...
Wakanda's high command had gathered, their expressions grim.
Shuri activated her wristband, projecting a scene of the vast grasslands outside Wakanda. By the expansive coast, one super warship after another emerged majestically from a giant vortex tunnel, an aura of death rushing forth.
As they neared the shore, countless Transformers disembarked from the warships in an orderly fashion. The entire process was silent, filled with a deathly killing intent. The crisp sound of grinding metal was a testament to their superior combat discipline.
The three hundred-plus giant warships also rapidly disintegrated, splitting apart into numerous Transformers.
That's right, these warships were simply temporary constructs pieced together by numerous Decepticon warriors—an easy task for Transformers.
A constant buzzing filled the air as the thousand-strong Insecticon legion flew at high speed. Their sharp, gleaming wings sliced through the air, creating a deafening roar from the friction.
The Insecticons, far more massive than most Transformers, flexed their limbs, their killing intent palpable as they stared in Wakanda's direction.
It was as if they could smell the scent of blood.
"These giant insect-like things... aside from the Chitauri attack on New York, there are very few records of them in action. But based on the limited intelligence we have, and considering the precise construction of their bodies, these insects are the most lethal. An insectoid structure is far better suited for killing than a humanoid one."
Shuri stared at the images, her cosmic-level intellect processing at speeds comparable to a supercomputer. With her comprehensive, flawless analytical mindset, she formulated over a dozen plans in an instant.
"We must prioritize dealing with these insects; otherwise, we'll have little chance of turning the tables," Shuri said with conviction.
Old King T'Chaka, sitting on his throne, asked in confusion, "My daughter, why don't we attack their portal directly? Large-scale spatial transportation is no simple matter. Perhaps destroying the portal will cause them to lose many of their forces."
"It's useless, Father. The technology they're using is extremely stable, and our own technology isn't advanced enough to interfere with it from a distance. Besides, with their intelligence, they would have anticipated this. They've certainly made preparations," Shuri said.
Inwardly, Shuri sighed.
She knew very well that even if they succeeded, it would completely enrage the enemy, leading to a fight to the death between them.
The annihilation of the powerful Atlanteans was the best example.
She did not want to see Wakanda annihilated as well.
Wakanda might be able to defeat these robots, but they could never stand against *that one*. If not for her father's insistence on a bloody war to the bitter end with no compromise, she actually had a better plan.
But now, they could only brace themselves for the fight.
"These bandits want to take the vibranium mine our people have protected for generations? Impossible!" Old King T'Chaka stood up, his aged face still showing a fierce ruthlessness, faintly reminding those present of his younger self—an iron-fisted king.
"They've already found the vibranium mine in Antarctica, yet they still extend their greedy hands toward Wakanda!" T'Chaka roared. "Wakanda will make them pay the price!"
Amid the rallying cries, T'Challa glanced at his silent sister before forcing a smile and joining the cheering crowd.
When the old king gave the order to march into battle, Shuri walked out in silence.
"Shuri," T'Challa called out, catching up to her. "What are you planning?" he asked in a low voice.
"I have no plan. This is no longer a problem that can be solved with a so-called plan."
"Do you think... if we offered them half... no, two-thirds of our vibranium, would they leave?" T'Challa hesitated before asking.
"Don't be foolish, my brother. War is inevitable." Shuri shook her head helplessly. "We possess the most advanced technology on Earth, yet even now, we haven't determined the full reserves of the vibranium mine. How long do you think it would take them to excavate all the vibranium? Half, or one-third... how many tons is that? Does it even matter anymore?"
"Father is too stubborn. He refuses to compromise and will never allow outsiders to remain on Wakanda's territory for an extended period. The only solution is war. Either we lose completely and surrender the initiative, or we defeat the enemy and then wait in despair for *that one* to come personally," Shuri said.
T'Challa stopped in his tracks, gritting his teeth. "No. I'm going to talk to Father."
"It's no use," Shuri said, shaking her head.
...
Wakanda mobilized tens of thousands of warriors into formation. All five tribes were deployed, and the energy output to Wakanda's protective shield was pushed to its maximum, awaiting the enemy's arrival.
Megatron watched them with a cold, hard gaze. He waved a hand, and two hundred seventy thousand Transformers swarmed forward, opening fire in unison.
The fierce barrage was aimed at the seemingly normal grassland ahead. Terrifying blasts from energy cannons and bullets from kinetic weapons slammed into it, and an invisible barrier was instantly revealed, its mimicry ability shattered.
Wakanda, hidden behind the protective shield, was laid bare for all to see.
For the people of Wakanda, the protective shield was their greatest weapon.
After several intense volleys, the protective shield merely flickered and shook, but it did not break.
"An energy shield made from vibranium... what a fine thing." Megatron's gaze was filled with immense greed as he directly ordered a full-scale assault.
Nearly three hundred thousand warriors transformed directly into their humanoid battle forms and charged forward.
Trying to smash through this kind of protective shield at full power was simply suicide. Instead, a "slow" crushing approach was more likely to breach it.
The Transformers knew the properties of vibranium very well, especially a Type IV chassis like Megatron, which already contained a large amount of it.
A number like three hundred thousand might not sound like much, but considering their powerful chassis defense and resilience, as well as their height several times that of a human, the scene of them charging while firing was truly breathtaking.
The first rank of Transformers was none other than Devastator.
"Let me at 'em! Let them see the might of the demolition squad!"
Devastator growled in a deep, booming voice.
His massive, forty-two-meter body was simply monstrous. His first punch slammed into the protective shield, triggering a wide-scale ripple of blue energy.
Then, Devastator slammed his three-hundred-thousand-ton-class strength into the protective shield, slowly but forcefully pushing his way inward.
This was the most effective method for breaching the protective shield.
From time to time, numerous Transformers could be seen attempting to push through. Those whose chassis were too weak or willpower insufficient to endure the agonizing pain would momentarily slow down or pause mid-penetration. Most of them were instantly shredded.
The protective shield's raw materials and power source were both vibranium. Every exertion of force was met with an equal and opposite reaction from the shield. This, combined with the free-floating cutting particles within the shield itself, directly resulted in the deaths of numerous Transformers.
(end of chapter)
At this moment, Wakanda was on full alert.
Old King T'Chaka, Prince T'Challa, Princess Shuri, Head of the Guard Okoye...
Wakanda's high command had gathered, their expressions grim.
Shuri activated her wristband, projecting a scene of the vast grasslands outside Wakanda. By the expansive coast, one super warship after another emerged majestically from a giant vortex tunnel, an aura of death rushing forth.
As they neared the shore, countless Transformers disembarked from the warships in an orderly fashion. The entire process was silent, filled with a deathly killing intent. The crisp sound of grinding metal was a testament to their superior combat discipline.
The three hundred-plus giant warships also rapidly disintegrated, splitting apart into numerous Transformers.
That's right, these warships were simply temporary constructs pieced together by numerous Decepticon warriors—an easy task for Transformers.
A constant buzzing filled the air as the thousand-strong Insecticon legion flew at high speed. Their sharp, gleaming wings sliced through the air, creating a deafening roar from the friction.
The Insecticons, far more massive than most Transformers, flexed their limbs, their killing intent palpable as they stared in Wakanda's direction.
It was as if they could smell the scent of blood.
"These giant insect-like things... aside from the Chitauri attack on New York, there are very few records of them in action. But based on the limited intelligence we have, and considering the precise construction of their bodies, these insects are the most lethal. An insectoid structure is far better suited for killing than a humanoid one."
Shuri stared at the images, her cosmic-level intellect processing at speeds comparable to a supercomputer. With her comprehensive, flawless analytical mindset, she formulated over a dozen plans in an instant.
"We must prioritize dealing with these insects; otherwise, we'll have little chance of turning the tables," Shuri said with conviction.
Old King T'Chaka, sitting on his throne, asked in confusion, "My daughter, why don't we attack their portal directly? Large-scale spatial transportation is no simple matter. Perhaps destroying the portal will cause them to lose many of their forces."
"It's useless, Father. The technology they're using is extremely stable, and our own technology isn't advanced enough to interfere with it from a distance. Besides, with their intelligence, they would have anticipated this. They've certainly made preparations," Shuri said.
Inwardly, Shuri sighed.
She knew very well that even if they succeeded, it would completely enrage the enemy, leading to a fight to the death between them.
The annihilation of the powerful Atlanteans was the best example.
She did not want to see Wakanda annihilated as well.
Wakanda might be able to defeat these robots, but they could never stand against *that one*. If not for her father's insistence on a bloody war to the bitter end with no compromise, she actually had a better plan.
But now, they could only brace themselves for the fight.
"These bandits want to take the vibranium mine our people have protected for generations? Impossible!" Old King T'Chaka stood up, his aged face still showing a fierce ruthlessness, faintly reminding those present of his younger self—an iron-fisted king.
"They've already found the vibranium mine in Antarctica, yet they still extend their greedy hands toward Wakanda!" T'Chaka roared. "Wakanda will make them pay the price!"
Amid the rallying cries, T'Challa glanced at his silent sister before forcing a smile and joining the cheering crowd.
When the old king gave the order to march into battle, Shuri walked out in silence.
"Shuri," T'Challa called out, catching up to her. "What are you planning?" he asked in a low voice.
"I have no plan. This is no longer a problem that can be solved with a so-called plan."
"Do you think... if we offered them half... no, two-thirds of our vibranium, would they leave?" T'Challa hesitated before asking.
"Don't be foolish, my brother. War is inevitable." Shuri shook her head helplessly. "We possess the most advanced technology on Earth, yet even now, we haven't determined the full reserves of the vibranium mine. How long do you think it would take them to excavate all the vibranium? Half, or one-third... how many tons is that? Does it even matter anymore?"
"Father is too stubborn. He refuses to compromise and will never allow outsiders to remain on Wakanda's territory for an extended period. The only solution is war. Either we lose completely and surrender the initiative, or we defeat the enemy and then wait in despair for *that one* to come personally," Shuri said.
T'Challa stopped in his tracks, gritting his teeth. "No. I'm going to talk to Father."
"It's no use," Shuri said, shaking her head.
...
Wakanda mobilized tens of thousands of warriors into formation. All five tribes were deployed, and the energy output to Wakanda's protective shield was pushed to its maximum, awaiting the enemy's arrival.
Megatron watched them with a cold, hard gaze. He waved a hand, and two hundred seventy thousand Transformers swarmed forward, opening fire in unison.
The fierce barrage was aimed at the seemingly normal grassland ahead. Terrifying blasts from energy cannons and bullets from kinetic weapons slammed into it, and an invisible barrier was instantly revealed, its mimicry ability shattered.
Wakanda, hidden behind the protective shield, was laid bare for all to see.
For the people of Wakanda, the protective shield was their greatest weapon.
After several intense volleys, the protective shield merely flickered and shook, but it did not break.
"An energy shield made from vibranium... what a fine thing." Megatron's gaze was filled with immense greed as he directly ordered a full-scale assault.
Nearly three hundred thousand warriors transformed directly into their humanoid battle forms and charged forward.
Trying to smash through this kind of protective shield at full power was simply suicide. Instead, a "slow" crushing approach was more likely to breach it.
The Transformers knew the properties of vibranium very well, especially a Type IV chassis like Megatron, which already contained a large amount of it.
A number like three hundred thousand might not sound like much, but considering their powerful chassis defense and resilience, as well as their height several times that of a human, the scene of them charging while firing was truly breathtaking.
The first rank of Transformers was none other than Devastator.
"Let me at 'em! Let them see the might of the demolition squad!"
Devastator growled in a deep, booming voice.
His massive, forty-two-meter body was simply monstrous. His first punch slammed into the protective shield, triggering a wide-scale ripple of blue energy.
Then, Devastator slammed his three-hundred-thousand-ton-class strength into the protective shield, slowly but forcefully pushing his way inward.
This was the most effective method for breaching the protective shield.
From time to time, numerous Transformers could be seen attempting to push through. Those whose chassis were too weak or willpower insufficient to endure the agonizing pain would momentarily slow down or pause mid-penetration. Most of them were instantly shredded.
The protective shield's raw materials and power source were both vibranium. Every exertion of force was met with an equal and opposite reaction from the shield. This, combined with the free-floating cutting particles within the shield itself, directly resulted in the deaths of numerous Transformers.
(end of chapter)
