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Chapter 182
chapter 115 part 2
Instead, they turned their gaze towards... the Prime Arbiter.
"You—" the Prime Arbiter raged.
In that instant, it had permanently lost its connection to the other Celestials. Undoubtedly, these two remaining Celestials were now Transformers.
How terrifying was this? This Human actually possessed the power to twist Ancient Celestials. Even the Celestials themselves would be subjugated by this man!
"This man is the natural enemy of the Celestials... As long as he lives, as long as he continues to grow stronger, the entire Celestials will forever remain in his shadow..."
"If I were the Prime Arbiter, I too would do everything to kill Martin."
"Unfortunately, the Prime Arbiter's power isn't truly strong; compared to those high-ranking Celestials, it's not even worth mentioning..."
Gaze after gaze furtively watched all this. The power Martin displayed sent shivers down everyone's spines. Even the Celestials had to bow beneath him. In the entire Multiverse, what else could interfere with him on a mechanical level?
"The God of Machines..." A Deity whispered.
All the Gods fell silent. The entire Universe became utterly still as Martin's name was passed around.
The only sound was the Prime Arbiter's powerless roars from the center of the battlefield.
Streaks of Divine Word, brewing with terrifying power, now resonated throughout the Universe, yet they sounded so despairing and mournful. Even a Deity, facing such a dominant Martin, still faced the outcome of defeat and demise.
The Prime Arbiter was battered and broken, its Battle Armor shattered, revealing its internal mechanical structure. Streaks of Energy leaked out as it gazed around with extreme fury and unwillingness.
Four Celestials surrounded it. Martin and his many powerful subordinates all smirked, merely looking down upon it, their indifferent gazes treating it like a lamb waiting for slaughter.
"The Celestials will not let you go... Our power is far beyond what you, with your humble origins, can comprehend, Martin. You are a miracle born in this Multiverse, and one that should never have appeared. You will undoubtedly face the full might of the Celestials' encirclement; the entire Multiverse will never be a place for you."
The Prime Arbiter's voice was low, revealing a sense of calm. It clearly knew the fate it was about to face.
Having crushed the Dark Celestials, besieged the First Firmament, crippled The Watchers, and annihilated the Aspirants—it, the noble Prime Arbiter, a sacred Prime Sequence Celestial, had participated in almost every war since the birth of the Celestials, and now clearly understood its own demise.
How truly sad... Not perishing in a grand Multiverse war, not dying in battle against terrifying Multiverse-tier Deities, but instead facing death in this insignificant, tiny Universe, at the hands of a Human destined to shake the entire Multiverse, yet currently not prominently renowned.
Martin watched it indifferently, raised his hand, and the Star Sword emitted a dazzling radiance. With a thunderous slash, a brilliant blue light engulfed everything.
Chapter 219
"No need for sadness. To die by my hand is the greatest honor of your life. All your glorious existence combined holds less value than becoming a corpse beneath my throne." In that azure ocean, a cruel light that seemed to cleave the entire Universe in an instant now slashed down with a roar, and Martin's voice slowly carried forth.
"You will regret this, the power of the Celestials is beyond your imagination. Even the most ancient Multiverse Deities dare not provoke us... You understand nothing..."
In the moment before being engulfed by the sword's gleam, the Prime Arbiter's voice was calm. Its Chassis was being incrementally cleaved and fractured by the sword, and even its very Willpower was slowly being destroyed before this strike that tore apart the Laws of the Universe.
In the Prime Arbiter's final moments, as its Willpower dissipated, it clearly saw Martin's smile—a smile tinged with contempt and condescension.
"What is he smiling at...?" The Prime Arbiter was bewildered.
No fear, no excitement. What was he smiling at?
"You're the one who understands nothing. I know everything about you. I know who your Celestial high-ranking members are, and I know how powerful you are. From beginning to end, you, who seemingly command everything, are the one who truly understands nothing..." Martin chuckled softly, his laughter incredibly wild: "What do you want to say? Your Celestials' strongest, the strongest Celestial named Arishem, the Adjutant of One-Above-All—isn't he the strongest of your Celestials? Isn't he your Celestials' strongest?"
Buzz! The Prime Arbiter's Processor roared. It looked with disbelief at Martin, who wore a strange smile. At this moment, the shock in its heart was incomprehensible to outsiders.
"You—" The Prime Arbiter let out one final roar, before it was already cleaved apart by the Star Sword, everything shattered, completely disintegrated.
In its final moments, no one could know the panic and bewilderment in the heart of this Ancient Celestial.
Why did Martin know? Why did Martin understand the Celestials so thoroughly?!
However, the Prime Arbiter no longer had the chance to explore any of this. It had utterly ceased to exist.
"What a shame. If I weren't worried that activating this guy might draw the attention of the high-ranking Celestials, I wouldn't have killed it directly." Martin glanced regretfully at the constantly disintegrating Chassis, sighing.
His gaze was as if he had personally smashed a prized collectible.
"Ahhh!! My supreme master, how could you cleave it into microscopic particles?!" "Ahhh!! That was my food!" Quinton and Galacta cried out simultaneously, staring despairingly at the rapidly dissipating remains of the Prime Arbiter with a sense of anguish.
That single sword strike had utterly annihilated everything of the Prime Arbiter, triggering the pained howls of the two gluttons.
"...You two, shut up..." Martin had a bit of a headache.
It seemed this crisis had abruptly dissipated. Facing Cybertron, the Celestials suffered a crushing defeat; even the Prime Arbiter, who had specifically traveled from another Universe to gather information on Martin, was cleaved to death by Martin.
Yet Alpha Trion's gaze fell upon Martin's retreating figure, lost in thought.
(end of chapter)
Instead, they turned their gaze towards... the Prime Arbiter.
"You—" the Prime Arbiter raged.
In that instant, it had permanently lost its connection to the other Celestials. Undoubtedly, these two remaining Celestials were now Transformers.
How terrifying was this? This Human actually possessed the power to twist Ancient Celestials. Even the Celestials themselves would be subjugated by this man!
"This man is the natural enemy of the Celestials... As long as he lives, as long as he continues to grow stronger, the entire Celestials will forever remain in his shadow..."
"If I were the Prime Arbiter, I too would do everything to kill Martin."
"Unfortunately, the Prime Arbiter's power isn't truly strong; compared to those high-ranking Celestials, it's not even worth mentioning..."
Gaze after gaze furtively watched all this. The power Martin displayed sent shivers down everyone's spines. Even the Celestials had to bow beneath him. In the entire Multiverse, what else could interfere with him on a mechanical level?
"The God of Machines..." A Deity whispered.
All the Gods fell silent. The entire Universe became utterly still as Martin's name was passed around.
The only sound was the Prime Arbiter's powerless roars from the center of the battlefield.
Streaks of Divine Word, brewing with terrifying power, now resonated throughout the Universe, yet they sounded so despairing and mournful. Even a Deity, facing such a dominant Martin, still faced the outcome of defeat and demise.
The Prime Arbiter was battered and broken, its Battle Armor shattered, revealing its internal mechanical structure. Streaks of Energy leaked out as it gazed around with extreme fury and unwillingness.
Four Celestials surrounded it. Martin and his many powerful subordinates all smirked, merely looking down upon it, their indifferent gazes treating it like a lamb waiting for slaughter.
"The Celestials will not let you go... Our power is far beyond what you, with your humble origins, can comprehend, Martin. You are a miracle born in this Multiverse, and one that should never have appeared. You will undoubtedly face the full might of the Celestials' encirclement; the entire Multiverse will never be a place for you."
The Prime Arbiter's voice was low, revealing a sense of calm. It clearly knew the fate it was about to face.
Having crushed the Dark Celestials, besieged the First Firmament, crippled The Watchers, and annihilated the Aspirants—it, the noble Prime Arbiter, a sacred Prime Sequence Celestial, had participated in almost every war since the birth of the Celestials, and now clearly understood its own demise.
How truly sad... Not perishing in a grand Multiverse war, not dying in battle against terrifying Multiverse-tier Deities, but instead facing death in this insignificant, tiny Universe, at the hands of a Human destined to shake the entire Multiverse, yet currently not prominently renowned.
Martin watched it indifferently, raised his hand, and the Star Sword emitted a dazzling radiance. With a thunderous slash, a brilliant blue light engulfed everything.
Chapter 219
"No need for sadness. To die by my hand is the greatest honor of your life. All your glorious existence combined holds less value than becoming a corpse beneath my throne." In that azure ocean, a cruel light that seemed to cleave the entire Universe in an instant now slashed down with a roar, and Martin's voice slowly carried forth.
"You will regret this, the power of the Celestials is beyond your imagination. Even the most ancient Multiverse Deities dare not provoke us... You understand nothing..."
In the moment before being engulfed by the sword's gleam, the Prime Arbiter's voice was calm. Its Chassis was being incrementally cleaved and fractured by the sword, and even its very Willpower was slowly being destroyed before this strike that tore apart the Laws of the Universe.
In the Prime Arbiter's final moments, as its Willpower dissipated, it clearly saw Martin's smile—a smile tinged with contempt and condescension.
"What is he smiling at...?" The Prime Arbiter was bewildered.
No fear, no excitement. What was he smiling at?
"You're the one who understands nothing. I know everything about you. I know who your Celestial high-ranking members are, and I know how powerful you are. From beginning to end, you, who seemingly command everything, are the one who truly understands nothing..." Martin chuckled softly, his laughter incredibly wild: "What do you want to say? Your Celestials' strongest, the strongest Celestial named Arishem, the Adjutant of One-Above-All—isn't he the strongest of your Celestials? Isn't he your Celestials' strongest?"
Buzz! The Prime Arbiter's Processor roared. It looked with disbelief at Martin, who wore a strange smile. At this moment, the shock in its heart was incomprehensible to outsiders.
"You—" The Prime Arbiter let out one final roar, before it was already cleaved apart by the Star Sword, everything shattered, completely disintegrated.
In its final moments, no one could know the panic and bewilderment in the heart of this Ancient Celestial.
Why did Martin know? Why did Martin understand the Celestials so thoroughly?!
However, the Prime Arbiter no longer had the chance to explore any of this. It had utterly ceased to exist.
"What a shame. If I weren't worried that activating this guy might draw the attention of the high-ranking Celestials, I wouldn't have killed it directly." Martin glanced regretfully at the constantly disintegrating Chassis, sighing.
His gaze was as if he had personally smashed a prized collectible.
"Ahhh!! My supreme master, how could you cleave it into microscopic particles?!" "Ahhh!! That was my food!" Quinton and Galacta cried out simultaneously, staring despairingly at the rapidly dissipating remains of the Prime Arbiter with a sense of anguish.
That single sword strike had utterly annihilated everything of the Prime Arbiter, triggering the pained howls of the two gluttons.
"...You two, shut up..." Martin had a bit of a headache.
It seemed this crisis had abruptly dissipated. Facing Cybertron, the Celestials suffered a crushing defeat; even the Prime Arbiter, who had specifically traveled from another Universe to gather information on Martin, was cleaved to death by Martin.
Yet Alpha Trion's gaze fell upon Martin's retreating figure, lost in thought.
(end of chapter)
