Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Chapter 74 Megatron

The audience went crazy, again and again.

The first time was because the Celestial Destroyer defeated Hercules and stepped on that enormous body that was like a mountain of steel.

The second time, the vector force from the broken window high up brought the manager out in public, completely tearing away that facade.

Now, the manager's head is in the hands of the Heavenly Venerable, and the energy liquid is still dripping down the severed end, onto Hercules' corpse and the field.

Zhen Tianzun stood in the very center.

Beneath his feet lay the remains of Hercules, and in his hand lay the head of the administrator.

The room was silent for less than a second.

All the machines were stunned by this scene. Before the brain modules could fully catch up, the optical mirrors had already figured it out.

Zhen Tianzun glanced down at the head in his hand and casually tossed it down.

The thing crashed to the ground, rolled half a circle, and stopped next to Hercules's cracked heavy armor.

When the two things were placed together, the old force and old power of the arena completely collapsed.

He then raised his head.

The audience seats rose in tiers, and the lights, the broadcast screens, and countless pairs of lit optical mirrors all watched him.

He didn't rush to speak.

The pause was brief, but it made the entire venue even more tense. Supporters were barely able to contain their voices, the VIP boxes were in complete chaos, and the outer stands and the live broadcast screens were packed with machines whose brain modules were practically on fire.

Zhen Tianzun looked at them and slowly spoke.

"Did you see that?"

Everyone below knew what he was saying.

"You've been afraid for so long, endured for so long, and bowed your heads for so long." He stood on the corpse of Hercules, his tone growing increasingly somber, "and this is the result."

Some people in the audience were breathing heavily, while others were staring intently at him, not daring to blink even through their optical glasses.

"What's the difference between them and us?" Thunder God asked coldly. "Do they have an extra brain module? Or an extra spark?"

The answer is obvious.

They are no more noble than any other machine, nor do they possess any additional qualities compared to any other machine.

But after sitting on it for a long time, you start to think of yourself as someone who can step on any machine head.

Zhen Tianzun looked at them, his voice becoming increasingly steady and heavy.

"They will release energy fluids."

"It will hurt."

"I'm scared."

"I will die."

When he uttered the last word, the image of Hercules' remains at his feet and the head of the administrator rolling away not far away was quite striking.

The entire place was eerily quiet.

High above, by the broken window, Yin Xiang remained motionless, standing there looking down at him.

Orion stood on the inside, looking at the machine in the center of the arena, which was covered in wounds but stood incredibly steady, and at the shadow above that still exuded a fierce aura. The fire in his chest never subsided.

Everyone is watching.

He set a fire, and in the presence of all Charon, it burned across the entirety of Cybertron.

Zhen Tianzun took another step forward.

The muffled thud from stepping on the corpse of Hercules sent a shiver through many of the machines below.

"Since they don't have anything more than us," he looked up at the tiers of seats, "why should they be standing up there?"

"Why should you trade your lives for their reputation, your time for their position, and your blood and wounds to maintain the facade of respectability they've built up layer by layer?"

Finally, someone shouted loudly from below.

"right!"

Then finally someone's brain module was awakened.

Immediately afterwards, someone else took over.

"Why should I?!"

Then, it stopped being the sound of one or two machines and started flipping up one by one.

Supporters were the first to speak out.

This time, there was not only excitement, but also pent-up anger that had been building up for too long.

The roars surged wave after wave towards the center of the field.

Zhen Tianzun stood there, neither interrupting nor suppressing, letting the sound rise on its own, drawing in all those who were still hesitating, observing, or habitually bowing their heads.

Then he spoke again.

"Now that you see clearly," he said in a deep voice, "then don't bow your head anymore."

The voice below abruptly stopped, then went even more frantic in the next second.

Zhen Tianzun raised his hand.

Moving upwards with a sense of command and a natural sense of control.

"Rebel with me!"

With those four words, the entire arena completely spiraled out of control.

"Heavenly Venerable!"

"Heavenly Venerable!"

"Heavenly Venerable!"

At first, the chants were synchronized, but later it increasingly sounded like many machines were rushing forward in the same emotion. The upper secondary stands, the outer viewing areas, the temporarily added high seats, and the people in front of the off-site broadcast screens all started chanting together.

The sounds grew faster, more crowded, and more chaotic.

Then something wonderful happened. The last syllable of the name faded away, and people chose a more natural-sounding name to call it.

His name was gradually adjusted and changed by the crowd... and eventually completely transformed.

He was given a new name by the audience—a name that no Cybertronian had ever used before.

"Megatron!"

"Megatron!"

"Megatron!"

This time, he was even crazier than when he shouted "Heavenly Venerable Zhen" before.

Hearing this from the broken window high up, Yin Xiangzhu's eyes flickered slightly.

In the center of the arena, Zhen Tianzun naturally heard it as well.

He stood there, his body covered in gladiatorial wounds, his feet treading on the corpses and remains of the old kings and old powers, his head above the gladiatorial arena that was about to be overturned by the shouts, and the deep things that were already in his eyes finally sank to the bottom of the furnace at this moment.

He didn't correct him, but slowly raised his head and looked at the tiers of audience seats that had been completely set ablaze.

Then, open your mouth.

"That's right."

His voice drowned out the shouts from the front.

The next second, he raised his arm, spread his five fingers, as if to gather all the fire in the arena into his own hands.

"I am Megatron!!"

The roar was deafening the moment the words were uttered.

From the audience seats, the upper floors, the perimeter, and the broadcast screens outside the venue, all the sounds rushed in at once, even shaking the ground. The supporters were so frenzied that they could hardly stand, and even those who had been passively drawn in just a moment ago were now shouting along.

"Megatron!"

"Megatron!"

"Megatron!"

High above, the Vector, standing by the broken window, watched this scene, his hands still hanging at his sides, the pulse cannon on his right arm still burning, and the energy blade on his left hand still exposed, gleaming.

Things have changed.

Before today, the Thunder God was simply the strongest, sharpest, and most unsettling machine in the arena.

After today, Megatron appeared.