Godzilla’s super atomic breath tore across the battlefield!
The entire Transforrs legion received the signal and instantly dodged, clearing a path for the beam to pass through. Those who failed to avoid it were reduced to ash in an instant! Even so who weren’t directly hit were burned alive just from being too close.
As the atomic breath swept past, the Transforrs descendants surrounding Thanos imdiately fired their thrusters and pulled back. Over thirty of them moved in perfect unison, as if it had been rehearsed.
"Hm?"
Thanos froze for a mont, watching the Transforrs pull back at the sa ti. Then, from his side, a brilliant blue light erupted!
"!!"
He had no ti to defend. All he could do was instinctively raise the Infinity Gauntlet and his double-bladed greatsword before him.
The next instant, the atomic breath struck! The two forces collided! As the searing beam clashed with the Infinity Gauntlet, the Soul Stone automatically generated an orange barrier and portal around Thanos. But the terrifying energy still slamd into him!
"Ahhh!!"
In an instant, Thanos was engulfed by the atomic breath—
and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
Had he been teleported away?
Obliterated into nothingness?
Neither.
The thirty-plus Transforrs all looked toward the far end of the atomic beam—Thanos was being blasted endlessly into the void! Even with the Infinity Stones and his greatsword shielding him, he was knocked senseless and hurled out into deep space.
The Soul Stone, sensing its host’s life was in danger, attempted to retrieve him by opening a portal to its inner dinsion. But as Thanos, his weapon shattered, began to pass through—the power of the atomic breath surged in with him!
It was like flushing a toilet. You can’t flush just the paper or just the waste—you need water. And so, the devastating energy was dragged along.
The portal twisted under the impact and collapsed! With space itself warped, the coordinates shifted, and Thanos was not sent into the Soul Stone’s realm. Instead, unconscious, he was hurled into a dinsion saturated with negative energy.
While he lay unconscious, a green insect discovered him. It quickly summoned others, and together they carried Thanos to a vast, terrifying hall. There, enthroned within, was a colossal green insect king.
This was the Negative Zone.
And he was Annihilus, the Annihilation King.
The swarm before him—Annihilation Wave!
...
anwhile, after Thanos vanished, the thirty-odd Transforrs descendants transmitted the full battle record and situation to their elders. Once the elders reviewed the data, they ordered the Transforrs to return to their squads.
Now, with the Black Order gone and Thanos himself missing, his army was as fragile as paper! The Transforrs had already begun a flawless cleanup operation—a battlefield sweep with zero casualties.
After several hours of battle, Godzilla glanced at the few remaining enemies. Satisfied, it powered down its Saiyan Mode and returned to Cybertron, leaving the scraps to the army.
In no ti, less than five percent of Thanos’ forces managed to escape. The other ninety-five percent were wiped out within the Solar System!
Debris now drifted everywhere—corpses, fragnts, wreckage, weapons, engines, ammunition, food, equipnt... Shattered remains scattered across the system.
It didn’t matter. The Sun’s gravity and that of the planets would eventually pull them in. So would drift endlessly into the void, others be captured by Jupiter or another giant, eventually burning in atmospheres or crashing into worlds.
So the Transforrs only needed to collect useful resources. The rest didn’t even need cleaning.
Thus, the war was over. Given the overwhelming disparity in strength, the Transforrs civilization had achieved a near-perfect victory over Thanos’ legion.
The Collector stood before his instrunts, staring at the results of the war, unable to calm his mind for a long ti. It wasn’t that he found it impossible. Nor that it seed miraculous. It was simply the sheer impact of what he had witnessed—his heart shaken for so long.
The Collector had lived for countless years. Though weak in combat, his knowledge was vast. Yet even so, he had never seen a civilization that advanced as rapidly as the Transforrs.
Perhaps records ntioned such civilizations, but none had ever been confird. Of all he had personally seen, the Transforrs were undoubtedly the mightiest civilization he had ever encountered.
That was the true source of his shock. Given more ti to develop, they would surely beco the strongest in the universe—without question!
If Thanos’ legion could be annihilated so utterly, who else could stand against them?
The Collector pondered. Perhaps only those legendary civilizations said not to exist.
...
anwhile, several hours earlier, Lorien lay resting on a lounge chair within the Little Universe.
The Twins, Aria and Bella, approached and spoke.
"Master, Thanos’ army has entered the Solar System and is preparing to attack Earth. However, their warships failed to warp and collided with the Transforrs. A fierce battle is now underway."
"Hm?"
Upon hearing the report, Lorien imdiately found it interesting.
So they’ve started fighting?
Just a few days ago, Lorien had already said that if Thanos’ army tried to descend directly upon Earth, they would first have to break through the Transforrs.
And now, they had really run into each other.
Lorien nodded, amused.
"Record everything carefully. Report the detailed data to later."
"Yes, Master."
In Lorien’s mind, the outco was already decided—the Transforrs civilization would defeat Thanos’ army.
Why? The reason was simple.
Out of the six Infinity Stones in this universe, three were already in the hands of the Transforrs. Two were on Earth. And Thanos only had the Soul Stone—an auxiliary one at that!
Without one of the more powerful stones, was Thanos really that strong? Not at all.
If he had the Power Stone or the Space Stone, then Lorien might have been interested in seeing how things played out—whether Thanos could actually win, and whether he himself should intervene.
But with only the Soul Stone... it was questionable whether Thanos could even stand against Godzilla. If he got hit by Godzilla’s atomic breath, Lorien figured he’d be finished instantly.
And as for Thanos’ army? Sorry.
It wasn’t that Lorien underestimated them—after all, Thanos’ legion was capable of taking on the three great empires of the universe. But compared to the Transforrs... they were nothing.
Every Transforr warrior was a true warrior. How could ordinary lifeforms in the universe hope to fight against them? And in the vacuum of space, no less!
There was no chance of victory.
So Lorien simply waited for the final results.
The process? It wasn’t important.
The Ballerina Twins nodded when they heard this. They knew the war would take so ti.
But then they thought of last night...
They exchanged a glance. Then Aria bent down slightly and asked,
"Master, did your two companions satisfy you? Would you like the Ballerina’s service tonight?"
Hearing this, Lorien couldn’t help but picture the scene of Wanda and Gwen, lipstick sared, going back and forth on him. The way they fought over "candy."
That alone had slapped a 50% weakness debuff on him, leaving him drained—so much so that today’s "treatnt" had already left him obedient and subdued.
He waved his hand.
"Forget it for today. If I need you, I’ll call."
"Or, if you notice I’m ready, then we’ll talk."
The Ballerina Twins nodded, then withdrew.
Still, a trace of disappointnt lingered in their hearts.
That was because they were no longer just robotic Ballerina Twins—they were reborn as new beings.
They had souls now. And Lorien was their master.
Naturally, they longed for his affection.
Otherwise, they would never have asked on their own. They would never have hinted, or suggested, or spoken first.
If they had no souls, they would have only waited to be used. They wouldn’t expect, wouldn’t desire.
That was the difference.
...
A few hours later, Lorien relaxed in the Little Universe, enjoying the evening breeze as he flipped through a volu of Attack on Titan.
At the sa ti, the Ballerina Twins delivered their final war report.
Aria stood beside him and reported.
"The final outco was a decisive victory for the Transforrs civilization."
"The casualty ratio was 100 to 1.5."
"Four of Thanos’ Black Order mbers are dead, and the status of the last one remains unknown."
"Thanos himself was blasted into a temporal vortex by Godzilla’s atomic breath. His life or death is uncertain."
"The Transforrs civilization has completed their battlefield cleanup."
"According to calculations, the space debris will not affect Earth."
After Aria finished her report, she transferred the detailed battle data onto a tablet and handed it to Lorien. While Lorien reviewed the information, Bella spoke up.
"After this war, the once-mightiest legion in the universe has officially ended."
"Unless sothing unexpected happens..."
"The Transforrs civilization has now beco the strongest in the universe."
"Their total combat power surpasses that of the Nova Empire, the Skrull Empire, and the Kree Empire."
"As for the legendary Shi’ar Empire, whether it truly exists remains unknown."
"Perhaps they reside in other star systems or even other dinsions."
Lorien nodded.
"Mm."
He then continued examining the detailed battle report.
The first section was the overview, listing the total strength of Thanos’ three legions against the two legions of the Transforrs. Although it was three versus two, the nurical gap was staggering. The report detailed the number of Thanos’ flagships, warships, spacecraft, and soldiers—though so were estimates.
Next ca the individual rankings. How many the Elders eliminated, how many the Transforrs descendants eliminated, even down to the exact number credited to each warrior.
Then Lorien noticed a particularly interesting icon—Godzilla.
Godzilla’s avatar was right there, and it was ranked first. Its record was unmatched, far ahead of every other Transforr.
Lorien leaned closer.
"Not bad, little guy."
The panel showed Godzilla’s stats: 1,500 spaceships destroyed, over 800 warships annihilated, three mbers of the Black Order slain, and finally, with a single atomic breath, blasting Thanos himself into uncertainty.
The numbers were dazzling. Godzilla’s kill record left all others far behind.
"Not bad at all."
Looking at the avatar, Lorien suddenly felt like he was watching his own child grow up. All that effort raising him hadn’t been in vain. The usefulness was incredible. Even if seen as an investnt, the return was beyond worth it.
After reading through the report, Lorien handed the tablet back to Aria.
"Tell the Elders to keep track of Thanos’ movents. If he isn’t dead, then he’s bound to cause more trouble. If he’s dead..."
Lorien trailed off, thinking.
The Ballerina Twins exchanged glances, then repeated curiously,
"If he’s dead?"
Dead is dead, isn’t it?
But actually, not in the Marvel Universe.
Death doesn’t always an the end. So beings can resurrect you.
Take Thanos—if he dies, Lady Death herself might bring him back. She could restore him, then send him to carry out so task. It wouldn’t be the first ti.
To put it simply: when Thanos dies, he would et Lady Death. But if Lady Death doesn’t want to see him, she could just resurrect him, granting him an unkillable body so he could never reach her again.
Cruel, but effective.
This kind of brutal "ditch the suitor" tactic? Lady Death had used it before. Only, the one she did it to wasn’t Thanos—it was Deadpool.
...
But Lorien thought it over. Matters like that weren’t sothing the Transforrs could interfere in anyway. He waved his hand.
"If he’s dead, then so be it. Just stay alert while he’s alive."
The Ballerina Twins nodded and relayed the ssage to the Elders.
This wasn’t sothing Lorien said lightly. No matter which version of the story, Thanos was always unyielding—practically a protagonist in his own right. It was only sensible to keep an eye on him. He had a way of stirring up chaos.
Of course, none of that really concerned Lorien himself.
...
After finishing the battle report, Lorien checked the ti. It was already one or two in the morning.
"Ti to sleep."
He tossed the comic book aside. A hole opened in the air, pulling the book inside. Another hole appeared before the bookshelf in his comic room, where the book slid neatly into place. The portal then closed.
By then, Lorien had already entered his bedroom.
"~~~"
The lights were off. He assud the two girls were already asleep.
But then he noticed two large bulges pressed together under the blanket, shifting slightly with each breath.
"???"
Lorien raised an eyebrow. He crept silently to the bed and lifted a corner of the blanket.
"What are you two looking at? Not sleeping yet?"
"Yaa~!"
Both Wanda and Gwen yelped in surprise.
Lorien glanced down. Gwen was clutching a manga book, reading together with Wanda. The blanket was too dark, but that was no problem—Wanda was holding a faint light spell, casting just enough glow onto the pages.
Even when Gwen tried to hide it quickly, Lorien had already spotted the book’s glow under their clothes.
"Ohhh..."
Realization dawned on him.
"So instead of studying, you’ve been reading this?"
He extended his hand.
"Let see."
Gwen hesitated. The two of them had been completely absorbed in it. She looked to Wanda, searching her eyes for a solution.
But Lorien only gave a sharp, questioning hum.
"Hm?"
Imdiately, Gwen handed over the book.
Lorien flipped it open. The content was, indeed, intense.
Wanda squeezed her thighs together and muttered,
"Lorien, even if you still want more... Gwen and I can’t help you. Even if you used a talisman to make a clone, the clone would also be on its period."
"Mm-mm-mm!" Gwen nodded quickly in agreent.
But as Lorien skimd through, a certain panel caught his eye, and his expression shifted.
That’s it! A new approach!
He closed the book, his eyes flashing with inspiration. Looking at Wanda and Gwen, his gaze made them both huddle together nervously.
Not tonight.
But tomorrow night...
Lorien smirked slyly, slid the book back to them, and said,
"Don’t worry. It’s late. Let’s rest well and talk tomorrow."
Gwen felt a chill run down her spine. Sothing wasn’t right.
Reviews
All reviews (0)