Chapter 103

In its view, the super beast is perfect.

It is an artwork that perfectly fuses earthly creatures, cosmic monsters, and even inanimate objects.

Though it looks odd, it is for destructive power and functionality, possessing a violent beauty.

But what about Qu?

Turn people into bricks? Into feces‑eating filters? Into goldfish with only a head?

"Too ugly! Too lowly! Simply unbearable to look at!"

The Abo pointed at the image on the sky curtain and berated his subordinates, like a veteran artist condemning street graffiti.

"This kind of modification that just piles up flesh, with no mechanical beauty and no combat effectiveness, deserves to be called technology?"

"This is simply an insult to the two words "modification"."

"What's the use of turning humans into filters? Can it launch missiles? Can it spew flames? Can it withstand Ultraman's light?"

"Trash! All of them are trash!"

In the eyes of the Yabo people burned a raging fire called the "artisan spirit".

Since Yínhé·Lùjī Ài'ěr gave us this opportunity, our Yabo people's legion can absolutely not stand by and do nothing!

It whipped around, gazing at the squirming super‑beast embryos in the rear culture vats, its voice ringing fervently.

You lot! Get ready to open the interdimensional passage!

We'll go to those parallel universes and find those turtles called Qu!

I'll make them see with their own eyes what true—super‑beast modification—is!

I'll turn their nests into missile‑bristling fortresses, reshape their wings into blades that can slice space, and transform their disgusting mouthparts into high‑energy particle cannons!

I'll make them know that modification isn't to disgust people, but to become—strong! mighty!

Let the Yabo people's aesthetics correct this mistaken universe! Hahahaha!!

Amid a chorus of villain‑style manic laughter, the Yabo people, bearing their proud super‑beast maker, surged menacingly toward the multiverse.

The encirclement of Qu by all heavens and myriad worlds did not end merely because of Zuǒfēi's single blast.

Instead, because of Yínhé·Lùjī Ài'ěr's revelation, it evolved into a universal revelry.

Everyone was holding back a drive, aiming to score the highest damage in this instance named "Qu".

In the void of the multiverse, the figure that fused the ultimate light and dark mysteries—Yínhé·Lùjī Ài'ěr—slightly raised his head.

The countless timelines behind him were no longer illusory projections; they began to violently tremble.

He thrust out both hands and clenched the void fiercely.

No incantations, no elaborate casting wind‑up.

Only absolute, unreasonable force was unleashed.

【Grand Spacetime·Materialization】

Click!

Click!

Click!

Accompanied by a shattering sound that made all heavenly gods and demons feel their teeth ache, the originally parallel, non‑interfering timelines were forcibly yoked together by an irresistible force.

The firmament changed.

If the previous firmament was a gigantic display screen, now it has become a series of materialized—doors.

Behind each door lies a real, running universe.

Behind each door, there is a ravaging Qu civilization nest emitting a foul stench.

Yínhé·Lùjī Ài'ěr kicked open the cafeteria's big door and welded it shut at the doorstep of every civilization.

……

Cybertron

Originally, as that bored sigh rang out, the Decepticon legion, which had been preparing to disband, and the Autobot troops, which were about to put away their weapons, simultaneously halted.

All Transformers' optical lenses captured the sky's anomaly at that moment.

The holographic image covering Cybertron's firmament suddenly gained a tangible texture.

Space flowed like mercury, finally solidifying into a massive vortex passage.

Through that spinning vortex, even without radar scans, any fresh‑off‑the‑assembly‑line mass‑produced unit could see everything clearly.

That was an organic universe brimming with flesh, slime, and carapace.

A massive Qu nest clung to the star's radiance like a greedy tumor, siphoning the star's energy.

And within the nest's countless compound eyes, the cold, hard metallic surface of Cybertron was now reflected.

Two utterly different civilizations, separated by a door, stared at each other.

The Qu of this timeline obviously hadn't realized what they were facing.

Its cold mind swept over each Autobot and Decepticon on Cybertron.

Then, with a frosty arrogance, it spoke:

"Hss……What an unusual structure. A non‑carbon‑based lifeform, and it's a robot?"

"No warm flesh, only cold metal. Lowly, crude."

"But… if we extract their cores and implant them into 'digestion beasts' as eternal power sources… or melt their bodies down to make incubators for hatchlings… perhaps they could have a bit of artistic value."

Qu's voice brimmed with the delight of discovering a new toy.

It gave a flick of its huge wings,

Countless bio‑warships began to gather in that universe, their tentacles and mouthparts stirring.

They actually intended to breach the firmament gate and launch a reverse invasion of Cybertron, remolding the Autobots and Decepticons.

Cybertron, deathly silence.

Only the faint hum of overloaded processors.

Treat us… as a cooler?

Treat the Spark… as a digestion beast's battery?

"Hah."

A profoundly suppressed cold laugh broke the silence.

Megatron stood on the pinnacle of the Decepticon fortress, his crimson optical lens, due to extreme fury, no longer flickered but shone like solidified magma.

"Red Spider."

Megatron didn't turn back, his voice low and terrifying.

"Present! Lord Megatron!"

Red Spider shuddered, feeling that the boss was on the brink of explosion.

"Tell me, do you want to be smashed into scrap by the Autobots, or become… a cooler in the mouths of those bugs?"

"Boss! That's an insult to all Cybertronians! Although I want to seize power, I don't want to become a toilet seat!"

Red Spider screamed, the two neon ray guns had automatically finished charging.

Just then, a heavy footstep sound came.

No concealment, no stealth.

The blue-and-red heavy truck form instantly deconstructed and reconstructed while moving, accompanied by that classic metallic scraping sound, Optimus Prime's towering stature stood beside Megatron.

This is the first time in millions of years that the Autobot leader, in a non-combat state, has come so close to the Decepticon leader.

No guns facing each other, no swords drawn.

Their gazes were fixed on the opposite sky, that flesh-and-blood civilization mustering forces, not knowing if they live or die.

"It seems, not over yet."

Megatron glanced at his arch-enemy beside him, the corner of his mouth curling into a cruel arc.

"Freedom rights belong to all beings."

Optimus Prime's faceplate flipped open, revealing a resolute face, "but this does not include those who treat life as a toy, trash."

"Megatron."

Optimus Prime extended that huge metal fist, covered in battle scars.

Megatron looked at that fist, silent for 0.01 seconds.

Then he raised the arm equipped with the fusion cannon and slammed it hard.

Clang!!!

The collision of metal with metal sent out a visible shockwave.

This crisp sound, like a rest in the pause of Cybertron's civil war, also sounded the death knell for the Qu civilization.

"Before settling the question of who calls the shots between us…"

Megatron put the fusion cannon back on, the red light in his eyes surged,

"First, let this absolute darkness of the universe witness what is called the Cybertronian iron torrent!"

"Autobots, transform! Deploy!"

"Decepticons! Kill them all! Leave none!"

Rumble——

At this moment, the earth trembled.

Not only the ground, but the sky was also obscured.

Countless Autobots transformed into cars, trucks, race cars, engine roars like thunderous roars, rushing toward the sky along anti-gravity tracks.

Countless Decepticons became warplanes, tanks, giant cannons, the thruster exhaust dyeing the heavens blue-purple.

This is the true iron torrent.

No tactical probing, no feints.

This is a pure, violent, industrialized slaughter legion.

When the first wave charging into the spacetime gate (Decepticon general) looked at the before‑him viscous, disgusting bio‑warship, his single eye's light flickered, and he calmly raised his left hand's cannon.

"Logical deduction result: Your existence is illogical."

"Suggested plan: Destruction."

Boom!!!

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(Yesterday I took leave, today three chapters, begging readers for a small gift. ps. Saiwen now has something to kill, can't finish killing… really can't finish killing, oh right, also the Abo people.)