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Chapter 154
chapter 099 part 2
“No! You can’t do this! I am the leader of the Symbiote Race, I know many secrets!! You cannot kill me!!” Quinton shrieked.
“I have no interest in your secrets. Die. I will replace you with a new willpower that is absolutely obedient to me.”
Martin sneered, completely erasing the original willpower and then forging a brand new individual.
After a moment.
“I am willing to serve you, great Creator, the Symbiote God who has replaced Knull.”
The new Quinton immediately conveyed a willpower filled with heartfelt reverence.
Only then did Martin nod in satisfaction.
“From now on, the entire Symbiote Race will be my new subordinate species. You shall offer me your loyalty and life, and I promise you fair treatment and a glorious future.”
Martin promised.
In an instant, the countless still-restless Symbiotes quieted down, accepting the words transmitted through the mental link, accepting this cruel new reality.
Their only comfort was that this new master did not seem to treat them like pigs and dogs, unlike Knull.
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Chapter 188
Symbiotes are a peculiar species with immense potential.
In a certain parallel universe, these Symbiotes simply swept across the entire universe, possessing all mortals and gods, effectively transforming a normal universe into a [Symbiote Universe].
Martin was extremely interested in Symbiotes.
At this moment, the entire planet was immersed in a grand celebration. The returning warriors, laden with their captured Symbiotes, proudly came back. Some even carried several Symbiotes with them.
“This creature is very interesting. Although it doesn't possess life characteristics in the conventional sense, precisely because of this, it has extremely terrifying potential in its non-life aspects. This should be compensation for sacrificing the life aspect to evolve towards the non-life aspect.”
The moment Ratchet got his hands on a Symbiote, he immediately began various examinations. The results astonished him. Symbiotes, to some extent, are advanced viruses, essentially the perfect culmination of viral evolution.
Parasitizing a host, they can adapt to the host’s unique genes in a very short time, thereby greatly tapping into genetic potential, significantly enhancing the host’s physical functions, and massively boosting life force. Even fatal wounds, as long as the Symbiote is not dead and there is enough energy, can be instantly restored!
If this ability is used well, it can perfectly form a symbiotic relationship.
No wonder The Creator didn't hesitate to launch a war to conquer and annex the Symbiote Race; such an ability is too coveted.
Ratchet stared at the Symbiote in his hand, letting out exclamations of wonder.
“Damn it, don’t look at me with that gaze; it makes me sick. Be careful, or I’ll gouge out your eyes and replace them with new ones.” This Symbiote had a bad temper, grumbling and cursing. As it spoke, it even integrated into Ratchet’s chassis.
Ratchet could clearly feel that something new had appeared in his chassis, and that he could engage in mental communication.
After Martin acquired the mental link, he directly gained dominion over all Symbiotes, forcing all Symbiotes to resign themselves and strive to make contact with the natives of Cybertron.
Although they were somewhat unwilling, for now… it wasn’t bad.
Martin stood atop a ten-thousand-meter skyscraper, overlooking everything. He could clearly feel the state of every single Symbiote. Similarly, with the aid of the Allspark, he could discern the state of every Transformer with perfect clarity.
Although friction was inevitable in their interaction, overall, it was quite good.
However, there was an even vaster number of Symbiotes that had no hosts. Their numbers were simply too immense. Just imagine a planet composed of countless Symbiotes, with no Earth's Core, no magma, no rocks; layer upon layer, all entirely made of various Symbiotes.
The sheer scale of their numbers was unimaginable.
“Then, let’s build a satellite, just like the Moon and Earth—let’s build… a planet composed of Symbiotes!”
Martin looked up, quickly calculated various complex data, and then directly issued a command to all Symbiotes without hosts.
The next moment.
A terrifying suction force emanated. Martin sent all these Symbiotes into outer space. With a thunderous sound, masses of black matter converged, growing from small to large, from nothing to something, little by little, flying towards a certain core.
Whoosh!
A piercing roar sounded. All Symbiotes immediately shuddered, looking on in horror. They saw Martin throw out a… sword!
The Necrosword!
The earliest Symbiotes were precisely born from the Necrosword!
Billions of years ago, the Celestials roamed the entire universe, conducting massive biological experiments on various planets. This awoke the slumbering Knull. In his rage, Knull casually pulled out a twisted, fluctuating sword-like weapon from his shadow and, with one strike, killed a Celestial.
Subsequently, Knull repeatedly refined this weapon. Amidst the flames and the noise of hammering, the Necrosword was born—this was also the fundamental reason why Symbiotes feared fire and noise!
And now, Martin directly threw out the Necrosword, using this life source weapon of the Symbiotes as the core of the new satellite!
Countless Symbiotes fell into a frenzy, rushing towards the Necrosword one after another, obsessively reveling in its ancient aura.
Soon, a Klyntar, orbiting Cybertron, appeared in space.
“All residents who wish to possess a Symbiote must personally select one on the satellite. Only by direct contact will you know if you are compatible.”
Martin’s words echoed across the entire planet.
All residents looked up at the sky, gazing at this black, seemingly black hole-like Klyntar.
Similarly, countless Symbiotes were also looking down upon Cybertron. Both sides remained silent, knowing that in the long future ahead, they would find their companions.
As for Martin, who had departed, he began researching Knull’s body. After observing it for a while, he directly slapped it, blasting this ancient and powerful body into fragments.
It no longer held any research value.
“Knull… His most precious soul was obtained by me, the Symbiote Race was annexed by me, and the Abyss World is now under my control. All his value is gone.”
Martin shook his head.
(end of chapter)
“No! You can’t do this! I am the leader of the Symbiote Race, I know many secrets!! You cannot kill me!!” Quinton shrieked.
“I have no interest in your secrets. Die. I will replace you with a new willpower that is absolutely obedient to me.”
Martin sneered, completely erasing the original willpower and then forging a brand new individual.
After a moment.
“I am willing to serve you, great Creator, the Symbiote God who has replaced Knull.”
The new Quinton immediately conveyed a willpower filled with heartfelt reverence.
Only then did Martin nod in satisfaction.
“From now on, the entire Symbiote Race will be my new subordinate species. You shall offer me your loyalty and life, and I promise you fair treatment and a glorious future.”
Martin promised.
In an instant, the countless still-restless Symbiotes quieted down, accepting the words transmitted through the mental link, accepting this cruel new reality.
Their only comfort was that this new master did not seem to treat them like pigs and dogs, unlike Knull.
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Chapter 188
Symbiotes are a peculiar species with immense potential.
In a certain parallel universe, these Symbiotes simply swept across the entire universe, possessing all mortals and gods, effectively transforming a normal universe into a [Symbiote Universe].
Martin was extremely interested in Symbiotes.
At this moment, the entire planet was immersed in a grand celebration. The returning warriors, laden with their captured Symbiotes, proudly came back. Some even carried several Symbiotes with them.
“This creature is very interesting. Although it doesn't possess life characteristics in the conventional sense, precisely because of this, it has extremely terrifying potential in its non-life aspects. This should be compensation for sacrificing the life aspect to evolve towards the non-life aspect.”
The moment Ratchet got his hands on a Symbiote, he immediately began various examinations. The results astonished him. Symbiotes, to some extent, are advanced viruses, essentially the perfect culmination of viral evolution.
Parasitizing a host, they can adapt to the host’s unique genes in a very short time, thereby greatly tapping into genetic potential, significantly enhancing the host’s physical functions, and massively boosting life force. Even fatal wounds, as long as the Symbiote is not dead and there is enough energy, can be instantly restored!
If this ability is used well, it can perfectly form a symbiotic relationship.
No wonder The Creator didn't hesitate to launch a war to conquer and annex the Symbiote Race; such an ability is too coveted.
Ratchet stared at the Symbiote in his hand, letting out exclamations of wonder.
“Damn it, don’t look at me with that gaze; it makes me sick. Be careful, or I’ll gouge out your eyes and replace them with new ones.” This Symbiote had a bad temper, grumbling and cursing. As it spoke, it even integrated into Ratchet’s chassis.
Ratchet could clearly feel that something new had appeared in his chassis, and that he could engage in mental communication.
After Martin acquired the mental link, he directly gained dominion over all Symbiotes, forcing all Symbiotes to resign themselves and strive to make contact with the natives of Cybertron.
Although they were somewhat unwilling, for now… it wasn’t bad.
Martin stood atop a ten-thousand-meter skyscraper, overlooking everything. He could clearly feel the state of every single Symbiote. Similarly, with the aid of the Allspark, he could discern the state of every Transformer with perfect clarity.
Although friction was inevitable in their interaction, overall, it was quite good.
However, there was an even vaster number of Symbiotes that had no hosts. Their numbers were simply too immense. Just imagine a planet composed of countless Symbiotes, with no Earth's Core, no magma, no rocks; layer upon layer, all entirely made of various Symbiotes.
The sheer scale of their numbers was unimaginable.
“Then, let’s build a satellite, just like the Moon and Earth—let’s build… a planet composed of Symbiotes!”
Martin looked up, quickly calculated various complex data, and then directly issued a command to all Symbiotes without hosts.
The next moment.
A terrifying suction force emanated. Martin sent all these Symbiotes into outer space. With a thunderous sound, masses of black matter converged, growing from small to large, from nothing to something, little by little, flying towards a certain core.
Whoosh!
A piercing roar sounded. All Symbiotes immediately shuddered, looking on in horror. They saw Martin throw out a… sword!
The Necrosword!
The earliest Symbiotes were precisely born from the Necrosword!
Billions of years ago, the Celestials roamed the entire universe, conducting massive biological experiments on various planets. This awoke the slumbering Knull. In his rage, Knull casually pulled out a twisted, fluctuating sword-like weapon from his shadow and, with one strike, killed a Celestial.
Subsequently, Knull repeatedly refined this weapon. Amidst the flames and the noise of hammering, the Necrosword was born—this was also the fundamental reason why Symbiotes feared fire and noise!
And now, Martin directly threw out the Necrosword, using this life source weapon of the Symbiotes as the core of the new satellite!
Countless Symbiotes fell into a frenzy, rushing towards the Necrosword one after another, obsessively reveling in its ancient aura.
Soon, a Klyntar, orbiting Cybertron, appeared in space.
“All residents who wish to possess a Symbiote must personally select one on the satellite. Only by direct contact will you know if you are compatible.”
Martin’s words echoed across the entire planet.
All residents looked up at the sky, gazing at this black, seemingly black hole-like Klyntar.
Similarly, countless Symbiotes were also looking down upon Cybertron. Both sides remained silent, knowing that in the long future ahead, they would find their companions.
As for Martin, who had departed, he began researching Knull’s body. After observing it for a while, he directly slapped it, blasting this ancient and powerful body into fragments.
It no longer held any research value.
“Knull… His most precious soul was obtained by me, the Symbiote Race was annexed by me, and the Abyss World is now under my control. All his value is gone.”
Martin shook his head.
(end of chapter)
