American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Hugh and Ivy shared their impressions of Transformers.

"So, this is a world where everyone, good or bad, becomes a vehicle. Why is it called Transformers? What's their connection to gorillas?"

Shuen sat inside the bumblebee.

Ivy's clone perched on his shoulder, helplessly covering her face with a leaf.

"To correct you, based on the movies and cartoons I've seen before, 'Transformers' is just a translation. They're divided into two factions: the Autobots don't want to destroy the Earth, and the Decepticons want to turn everyone into scrap metal?"

Xiu En glanced at the sunflower, whose eyes were vacant.

"One is sweet, and the other is spicy. Although I think it's a bit redundant to categorize these mobile snacks into different camps."

Upon hearing this, the speeding yellow sports car shuddered, almost causing its tires to fly off.

"I will survive!"

The survival-obsessed lyrics playing on the radio made Sam in the carriage turn even paler.

Shuen gave Sam a kind smile.

"Oh, kid."

Boom!

Sam recoiled in fright, his head slamming hard against the headrest.

He clutched his tattered schoolbag as if it contained the dinner of that horrible, luminous man.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not one of those Decepticons who only know how to destroy."

"Let me smell those glasses. In exchange, I promise this little yellow bike won't embarrass itself in front of its big friends, at least it won't get eaten by me."

Bumblebee nudged Sam's back with his cushion.

Selling one's inheritance to ensure the safety of the entire car—it's a worthwhile deal no matter how you look at it.

Sam shakily pulled out his glasses case.

Xiu En's fingers gently touched the old antique.

A wisp of golden divine thought swept across.

The Cybertronian script engraved on it was instantly decoded.

"Oh... coordinates. And a giant energy cube?"

Xiu En licked his lips.

"Deal. I guarantee you won't die. Until I taste that cube."

Just as the deal was finalized.

In the night sky, four enormous fireballs, trailing long flames, tore through the atmosphere like divine punishment.

The immense sense of oppression and the accompanying thunderous crash of the landing were so powerful that the earth could be felt trembling even from tens of kilometers away.

Bumblebee's previously somewhat timid body suddenly became light and agile, and the rock music on the radio exuded the excitement of finally meeting its parents.

He accelerated sharply, heading towards the largest impact crater.

Abandoned industrial area.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

When Bumblebee drove the group into the open space, the largest truck was already waiting there.

Accompanied by the morphing sound effect of kukukukiki.

Countless armored gears flipped and meshed.

The steel giant, standing eight and a half meters tall, rose from the ground, exuding an aura of majesty that compelled people to look up to it.

Meanwhile, Xiu En was standing on the roof of Bumblebee's vehicle.

Optimus Prime's second-in-command, Jazz, and weapons expert, Ironhide, seemed to sense the threat and had already aimed their cannons at the unknown luminous object.

As a leader, he could sense not only the threat but also the energy contained within this small man.

That is a terrifying energy source of another nature, comparable to the AllSpark.

"I am Optimus Prime."

The giant's voice was deep and resonant.

"We are sending a message of peace to life on this planet. Who are you? An unknown energy entity?"

Xiu En crossed his arms and stared unabashedly at the red mecha.

From the heat dissipation grille to the chest armor, and then to those eyes brimming with intelligence.

His focused gaze made Optimus Prime feel his core processor getting a little hot.

"Shuen. A passing gourmet."

Xiu En's figure suddenly blurred, and the next second, he was already hovering next to Optimus Prime's huge head.

He patted Optimus Prime's head armor, which was thicker than his arm even by a single antenna, like an old friend.

"Would you mind buying me a drink? The kind without alcohol."

The sound of the cannon in Ironhide's hand charging instantly became ear-piercing.

"Was he just provoking me, bro? I want to shoot it down!"

The answer he received was a burst of golden light from Xiu En that instantly turned the surrounding darkness into daylight.

Just as the two heavy cannons were about to roar, a huge metal hand blocked the muzzle.

"Stop, old buddy."

Optimus Prime's voice remained calm and steady, as if nothing in the world could shake his core processor.

Even the unknown creature in front of them, radiating an eerie golden light and with its energy readings off the charts.

"His energy reaction was intense, but not chaotic. He had no murderous intent."

"At least, not yet."

"But I felt like he just wanted to drink my antifreeze!"

Although the iron sheet cannon had lowered its muzzle, the low growl filled with the smell of gunpowder still echoed.

"And he was even drooling over my new spray paint!"

Jazz, standing to the side, wiped his armor in a flamboyant yet wary manner, muttering a complaint under his breath.

Xiu En's figure vanished from the spot like a wisp of mist blown away by the wind.

The next second, before even Bumblebee, acting as a scout, could see the trajectory, the golden figure was already standing on the massive metal cannon barrel.

The next second, before even Bumblebee, acting as a scout, could see the trajectory, the golden figure was already standing on the massive metal cannon barrel.

"But this stuff does smell pretty good!"

Xiu En bent down, his nose almost touching the still-warm energy gathering point, and took a deep breath.

"Cough cough! Ptooey!"

Xiu En straightened up, looking utterly disgusted, as if he had just drunk some expired, cheap liquor.

"It's filled with the smell of inferior plasma and a volatile, explosive energy. It's absolutely unacceptable as an appetizer."

He shook his head in disappointment, and then, to the horrifying background music of Bumblebees being doomed and about to start a fight, he lightly leaped back to the ground.

Optimus Prime was silent for two seconds.

Do you enjoy eating high-energy weapons? Do you abhor low-purity energy? Do you have an extremely strong ability to interfere with metals?

If this person is an enemy, it will be a catastrophe.

"I came for peace."

Optimus Prime slowly crouched down, trying to keep his head level with Shum's.

"Cybertron has been destroyed. We are here to find the AllSpark and stop Megatron from using it for evil."

"Peace? Hmm, I like peace. But I'm not interested in the mess on your planet."

Xiu En raised his hand and pointed to the coordinates of the glasses that were being broadcast on Bumblebee's radio.

"That spark source. What you call the big cube. I heard it can turn machines into mini-robots?"

"The spark source contains the power of creation, which gives life to metal."

Optimus Prime corrected him seriously.

"It's not food!"

"Similar meaning."

Xiu En shrugged indifferently.

"I'm very hungry now. Since you're also looking for that cube, I'd like to see it too."

His smile was so bright it was almost blinding.

"That guy named Megatron, judging from the name, must be the biggest all-you-can-eat restaurant around here. We could partner with him!"

Optimus Prime looked at this man of light who made no attempt to conceal his desires and pondered for thousands of cycles.

Finally, he stood up and stretched out his huge hand toward Xiu En.

"As long as you don't harm humans or devour Autobots, the Autobots welcome your assistance at this time."

Xiu En clapped the giant metal hand with a golden light from a distance, as if giving it a high five.

"Deal. Lead the way, everyone. I'm in a hurry to get back and have some dinner."

Just then, the roar of engines came from the sky.

"That's a helicopter from Sector Seven!"

Sam poked his head out from behind Bumblebee and shouted.

"I know them; they're government agents who specialize in capturing aliens!"

Several black SUVs crashed through the factory fence, and Agent Simmons, wearing sunglasses, jumped out of the car, holding up his small badge, which he was very proud of.

"Everyone stay still! I'm Agent Simmons! This is Project NBE-1! What is this?!"

Simmons' words caught in his throat.

Because he saw four alien robots, each over ten meters tall, pointing dozens of cannons at him.

Among these killing machines, there was a small, glowing golden figure gnawing on something that looked like a police car trunk lid, while looking at him with the eyes of someone who was mentally challenged.

"Listen! Listen! This is just Michael Bay's new movie! I'm the lead, look at this, this is a huge model!"

Sam waved his hands, trying to cover up the several steel giants, each over ten meters tall, behind him with his almost hysterical speech.

He even pulled Michaela, who was still in a daze, into his arms and pointed at her oil-stained clothes.

"Look! The makeup artist did this special weathering effect! This is a film set! Although the special effects are a bit realistic, you have no right to trespass on private property!"

Bumblebee also cooperated by striking an somewhat unnatural pose in the background, and a Star Wars theme song was played as background music.

However, in Simmons' eyes, there was only the Light Man.

The supervisor of District Seven stared at the glowing man in mid-air.

The shrieking sound from the counter in my hand had become a continuous line, and the dial pointer was crashing back and forth at the maximum value as if it were crazy.

This energy reading does not belong to this planet.

That was an unreasonable light.

"Sir... Commander."

Simmons pressed the call button on the red satellite phone with trembling hands, his voice filled with an awe and madness akin to seeing God.

"Forget about NBE-1. Forget about those cold, lifeless machines."

He swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry.

"We've discovered God. Yes, I know it sounds crazy, but He's shining brightly in front of me and he can fly. Initial assessment. Code name: Cherubim."

Just as Simmons was describing the divine nature of Hughes to the Secretary of Defense, the angel suddenly appeared like a ghost on the hood of his SUV.

Xiu En's face was full of impatience.

He waved his hand casually.

Before he could even see any movement, the satellite phone in Simmons' hand had already been transferred to Hugh's.

"open circuit."

Xiu En crouched down and gently patted Simmons' cheek.

The sweltering heat that hit you, and those golden eyes that seemed to be staring at the dam as if it were food.

My God!

"Everyone, turn around!"

Simmons practically shouted the order.

"Back to base! Maintain escort formation! God help us, we brought an angel back with us."

With Ivy's kind assistance, the agents who were still trying to raise their guns were disarmed in unison and obediently sat back in the car under the Autobots' oppressive gaze.

The convoy set off again.

This time, however, there was an extra group of bodyguards from Cybertron.

Optimus Prime transforms into a heavy truck, silently following alongside the convoy.

He could feel that as he got closer to that coordinate, the throbbing from the depths of the fire grew stronger.

And there's Megatron's rage.

Xiu En looked at the magnificent building that was already taking shape at the edge of his field of vision.

Ivy fanned herself with a leaf.

Inside Hoover Dam lies District 7's proud secret arsenal.

Simmons acted like a salesman presenting a treasure, pointing to the pile of heavy weapons that looked like they'd been brought from a science fiction movie set.

A cryogenic cannon capable of firing liquid nitrogen.

A high-energy pulse rifle reverse-engineered.

There are also several bulky exoskeleton armors.

"Your Excellency! My Lord Angel! This is the culmination of decades of reverse engineering on the NBE-1! With just your approval, these divine weapons, capable of suppressing any ground force, are all yours!"

Xiu En floated in mid-air and casually picked up what looked like the largest freeze gun.

He didn't even seem to exert any force; the gun barrel was crushed like a wafer.

"This is even worse than the iron railings on the roadside."

He clapped his hands in disgust, and that look made Simmons feel like he was offering up a pile of moldy, rotten cabbages.

"Most importantly, I don't have pockets now. I don't like carrying trash around, especially trash that's not even an appetizer."

Xiu En felt somewhat regretful.

He really misses that trench coat that was perfect in both style and capacity.

Although he complained, the look in the other person's eyes that seemed to say, "I want to give you everything," was somewhat appealing to Xiu En, who was more responsive to gentle persuasion than force.

Moreover, he truly felt that there was a vibrant energy in this world that belonged uniquely to life.

Especially that kid named Sam, although he was a bit noisy, his foolish courage to face the army head-on to protect his friends reminded him of Joestar's bunch of idiots.

Moreover, as he got closer to the spark, Xiu En discovered that he could alter a small part of the rules of this world.

"Never mind. Since you're here, you're a guest."

Xiu En raised his hand, palm facing the sky.

A warm, golden halo, ignoring the dam's hundreds-of-meters-thick concrete dome, spread directly into the sky.

"I don't collect garbage. But I can pay for some food."

The sound resounded directly in the minds of everyone on Earth, and even resonated with the enormous source of fire outside.

"In the name of the sun."

"Under the sun's rays, all those with pure hearts, all innocent children, receive a little bit of lucky protection in the sunlight."

It's like secretly adding a temporary buff to the luck attribute in the game's source code.

After doing all this, Xiu En lost interest in everything here.

"Lead the way. Where's the main course?"

Simmons was still trembling from the spiritual elevation he had just felt, and immediately sprang to his feet upon hearing the command.

"NBE-1! It's over here! In that largest freezer compartment over there!"

As the heavy explosion-proof door slowly opened, a cloud of cold white mist billowed out.

Ivy shivered, and her leaves curled up slightly.

"It's so cold, I hate this anti-plant environment."

But Shuen's eyes lit up.

In the center of that enormous deep well, several huge liquid nitrogen pipes were spraying icy streams at a silver giant.

Megatron.

The leader of the Decepticons. The tyrant of the universe.

But in Xiu En's eyes, it was just a giant popsicle.

"Oh! This luster."

Shu En floated to the front of Megatron's mask, so close that his breath almost melted the frost on Megatron's face.

He reached out and tapped the menacing helmet.

The sound is crisp and clear, with a long echo, conveying a sense of superiority as a top-quality ingredient.

Although Megatron was But deeper still, at the very end of that enormous hangar.

A cube.

A cube whose surface is covered with mysterious Cybertronian runes.

The Spark!

It was emitting a fragrance that almost caused the golden energy within Xiu En's body to go berserk.

That's the essence of life, full of vitality, creativity, and infinite possibilities.

"That's really good."

Xiu En pointed to the source of the fire, and even the golden light at the corner of his mouth could not be contained.