The Last Sentinel

At this moment, exhausted Jerry's eyes widened as he felt the surging vibrations of the ground. The magnificent air waves, accompanied by the strong smell of engine oil and blood, roared and pushed all the items in the underground garage backward involuntarily. From that rusty and rotten-looking hundred-ton truck, a violent will of destruction was about to emerge.

Jerry hurriedly said, "Quick, continue what you just said, stabilize the machine spirit, this is the most crucial moment for the machine spirit's birth!"

"Oh, right, put my clothes on!"

"The mechanical robe is an essential piece of equipment for a mechanical priest!"

Jerry hurriedly threw off his red mechanical priest robe.

Duan Xiaolong draped the mechanical priest's robe over his shoulders, his right hand resting on the worn windshield wipers of the Hundred-Ton King's wrecked front. His voice was deep and powerful, "Wake up! Let us correct this fool's erroneous decision. Let us carry out the unwavering will of the previous generation of Sentinels and send every transmigrator to the dimension they need to go, even if it means ending their lives!"

"We are the beacon guiding humanity in the right direction, directing human civilization toward the right path and leading wanderers from all corners of the world back to their home planet."

"Praise be to Omnisaya, Okarach, God of Machines! With the stars as your coordinates and the circuits as your guide!"

"Correct deviations, calibrate the course, and dispel the disturbances of chaos."

"The aircraft's characteristics are clear, the data is accurate, and the flight path is correct."

"Steel bones protect the path, holy light dispels illusions."

"As long as the engine keeps running and logic remains, we will sail towards eternity."

"Glory to Omnissiah!"

Crackling sound—

The violent electronic noise triggered the surrounding circuits, and the gleaming white starlight illuminated the entire underground hangar. A terrifyingly intense golden-white halo exploded wildly, as if countless stars had materialized at that moment.

In a corner, Jerry shielded his face from the blinding light and exclaimed, "How can it be so strong! This is a newly born Machine Soul! I think I see the light of Okarach shining through it. This level of power in a newborn Machine Soul is simply breaking the records of the Cult of Machines! By the Emperor, this must be Tzeentch's conspiracy—!"

Amidst a magnificent golden-white halo, Duan Xiaolong's body slowly floated up. Chains of holy light, formed from converging white data links, wrapped around Duan Xiaolong's body. His mechanical soul gathered at his heart. Accompanied by the explosion of an extremely concentrated halo, a terrifying burst of light rushed out in all directions!

"It's so bright!"

"Holy crap! A Cybertronian Autobot? This, this is Optimus Prime!"

Jerry rubbed his eyes, and when he finally saw what was in front of him, his mouth gaped open, almost big enough to swallow a duck egg.

In the golden-white holy light image, its figure reached an unimaginable height of fifty meters, its head almost colliding with the steel beams of the top floor of the underground warehouse. Its entire body was mainly in holy light gold and holy light white, with dark silver and azure sapphires adorning the streamlined edges. It had armor and an aura far taller and more imposing than Optimus Prime, as heavy as a mountain. Its head was shaped like an emperor's armor with distinct angles, with a gilded vertical stripe running through its forehead. The layers of armor on both sides were like crown wings blooming. Its eyes were filled with a cold and murderous pale light, and its majesty was embodied in its eyes. Every inch of the armored body was engraved with the grandeur and arrogance of Cybertron's golden age.

It seemed to sense the hostility, and the next moment its figure appeared in front of Jerry, a metal halberd in its hand aimed at Jerry's face. The spearhead was a dark energy blade wrapped in the ancient mechanical life incantations of Cybertron, making no attempt to hide its strong killing intent!

"Jerry is not the enemy."

"The 100-ton King!"

Duan Xiaolong hurriedly stopped them from behind.

The intensely burning laser halberd slowly extinguished and disappeared. Then it turned around, and the holy white halo dissipated, revealing an ordinary old-fashioned 100-ton truck in the warehouse.

At this moment, it seems as if everything that had just happened was an illusion, as if nothing had ever occurred.

But when Jerry looked at Duan Xiaolong, he saw a new ring on Duan Xiaolong's left hand—a sci-fi ring with gold and white stripes and blue gemstones!

Jerry let out a long sigh of relief and muttered, "What... what exactly did you awaken! That thing just now didn't look like a mecha, but more like a pure mechanical life form! Yes! A mechanical life form! It didn't give me the feeling of those massive mechas from Pacific Rim, but rather the feeling of Cybertronian life!"

"Unbelievable, I saw Cybertronians!"

"No wonder people say that the directors of Lighthouse Films have no imagination at all. Their films are all documentaries, all based on real events."

"Atlantis is, Pacific Rim Jaegers is, and now Cybertron is too..."

Duan Xiaolong smiled wryly, "You're right, it's not a machine spirit, but a complete mechanical life form, or rather, a machine god!"

Jerry was taken aback. "Machine God? Okalah, the God of Machines?"

At this moment, the headlights of the 100-ton king truck flashed, and a series of words appeared in front of it: "Can you please stop mentioning Okarach every time you mention Machine God? Okarach has fallen into silence, the Third Calamity is a thing of the past, and now a brand new fourth-dimensional mechanical life is cultivating into a Machine God."

Jerry stared at the words glowing white. "Friend, you can communicate, but let me ask you a question. Since you are a complete mechanical life form, why do you respond to the call of the Machine Soul? I remember the Mechanical Codex says that only mechanical souls that have lost their bodies can be awakened. You are clearly complete, so why do you listen to Mr. Dragon's awakening? You clearly don't lack a body! After all, the awakening of the Machine Soul often means a contract. Did you voluntarily give up your freedom and form a contract with Mr. Dragon?"

The 100-ton king's headlights flashed, and a message appeared: "I'm going to kill the sentry!"

Jerry was stunned for a moment. Killed the Sentinel? When did that bastard Ye Feng anger a machine god? Enough to make a god-like mechanical life form abandon its physical body and descend to kill him?

What a deep-seated hatred and resentment this is!

Duan Xiaolong said, "Ye Feng's actions were indeed dishonest. A few months ago, before the Supreme Conference of the Human Alliance Council began, Hughes dispatched the Four Divine Beasts of Physics to surround and kill Ye Feng. Ye Feng realized he couldn't defeat those four Divine Beasts of Physics, so he sacrificed his soul to awaken the nearest Mechanical God. According to the contract, Ye Feng was supposed to sacrifice his soul to the Mechanical God, but that kid was dishonest. At the last minute, he went back on his word, making the Mechanical God work for him for nothing!"

At this moment, the headlights of the 100-ton truck shone brightly. "In that battle, I suffered heavy losses. Long-distance power projection means enormous consumption. I almost exhausted my life force to fight the four divine beasts for the Sentinel. I originally thought I would get a corresponding reward, but the Sentinel, that despicable human, used a trick I don't understand to deceive the mechanical god, causing me to suffer heavy losses!"

"Based on the location of the Sentinels, I found this planet and discovered the corresponding Cybertronian form on it. I wandered the planet, seeking like-minded, powerful beings capable of killing the Sentinels. Without a doubt, this awakening of the Machine Soul is perfectly suited for me. Killing the Sentinels is my goal, and it's also Mr. Dragon's goal!"

Upon reading the description of the Hundred-Ton King, even Jerry couldn't help but curse, "That bastard Ye Feng! He calls me a profiteer after all this! He's way worse than me! Don't worry, boss, Mr. Long is absolutely reliable. You two combined can send the Sentinels to another world!"

Duan Xiaolong said, "Alright, let's not discuss this now. I need to send those thousand-plus criminals back to the Milky Way to cultivate my independent power and deal with Ye Feng!"

The hundred-ton king's headlights shone brightly. "Of course, as the God of Machinery, stargate crossing is a piece of cake for me. I'm here to send your minions to the Milky Way constellation!"