Bumblebee’s voice carried a note of helplessness.
His sound system had already been repaired, but that hardly mattered anymore. What shook him was not chanical damage, but the world itself.
Batch after batch of humans were awakening as sothing far beyond what they had once been. New figures erged every week, each one wielding power surpassing anything recorded in Earth’s history. Though most were still far weaker than Sam, their strength was steadily rising.
There were already over a thousand of them—individuals whose energy exceeded even his own.
A thousand!
Bumblebee could scarcely process it. If all of humanity beca like this... the Autobots weren’t worried about Decepticons anymore. The entire universe would inevitably fall under human dominion.
Ironhide, his heavy tal body tensing, glared at the yellow scout with sothing close to fury. He raised one massive finger at Bumblebee and roared, "You traitor, Bumblebee!"
"Stand down, Ironhide."
Optimus Pri’s deep voice cut through the tension. He stepped forward, his tallic fra gleaming beneath the sun, and placed a hand on his old friend’s shoulder.
But his optics remained fixed on the horizon.
There. A beacon of energy unlike anything he had ever seen. His internal scanners blared warning after warning, identifying the zone ahead as a "purple-level threat"—an energy response beyond even "red death," which marked critical annihilation.
This human could destroy him in an instant.
Optimus Pri knew he had to proceed with extre caution.
"How do you expect to calm down?" Ironhide barked, jerking free from Optimus’s hold. "The Decepticons are still out there, hunting the AllSpark! That cube is the source of our fire—it’s our lifeblood!"
He raised a fist and swung at Bumblebee in raw frustration, then turned as though ready to abandon this place and seek the Cube himself.
But before he could take a step, the air split.
A single ray of light flared like divine judgnt, slamming into him.
Ironhide howled, his massive fra thrown back as if struck by a teor. He crashed hard, sparks flying.
The sound of thunder rippled in the sky. Bolts of lightning snapped and danced, finally condensing into a single silhouette—a human figure stepping calmly into view.
"Greetings, visitors from Cybertron."
The voice was rich, resonant, filled with unshakable certainty.
"I am Sam, spokesperson of God in this universe."
He spread his arms wide, as though addressing all creation.
"The Decepticons you feared have already been repelled by . As for the AllSpark, the source of your fire—it rests in my hands now. So, Autobots, I ask you one question..."
He smiled faintly.
"Will you join our Eternal Religion?"
The entire battlefield froze in stunned silence.
The watching believers nearly burst into laughter. Only Sam would dare pull sothing like this—converting alien robots into followers! It was exactly the sort of audacity they had co to expect from him.
But the Autobots were not laughing.
Optimus Pri felt sothing between absurdity and disbelief. He, a Cybertronian Autobot, was being invited by a human to join a sect. How ridiculous was that?
And yet...
Those eyes.
Sam’s gaze held no mockery, no jest. It was the look of a man delivering truth.
This was no joke. This was the most serious dialogue Optimus had ever engaged in. And he knew—if he chose wrong, he and his Autobots might not survive.
"We Autobots," he rumbled slowly, "have no faith of our own. If you ask to believe in your God... do you an simple worship?"
Sam’s smile deepened, but his eyes glead with mystery.
"No. I have sothing for you. An eternal ditation. All you need do is recite it, and you will understand."
Optimus’s optics flickered. "So simple?"
"Indeed," Sam replied.
Optimus Pri weighed the risks. Chanting a text hardly seed dangerous. And if it bought his people ti, if it prevented battle... perhaps it was worth humoring the human.
"Very well," Optimus said at last. "If you have your followers stand down, I will listen."
Sam waved a hand. Imdiately, the super-powered humans encircling the Autobots dispersed like mist, retreating in silence.
Then Sam held out a scroll glowing with radiant light.
"This is the Eternal ditation."
Optimus scanned it instantly.
"Docunt detected... begin recording... reading... complete."
A pause.
"Unknown energy influx detected. Warning. Warning."
His systems shrieked alarms. His entire fra shuddered.
He tried to process the ditation again, but his mind was overwheld by beeping, error codes, warnings cascading through every circuit.
And then—darkness.
His consciousness collapsed into black void.
"Optimus!" Ratchet surged forward, panic flaring in his optics. He thought their leader had been tricked. He lifted his weapons and lunged at Sam—
—but chains of gleaming tal erupted from nowhere, binding him to the ground in an instant.
A crackling thunderball hovered nacingly above his head, threatening annihilation.
"You tin cans had better behave," Sam said coldly. "Or I’ll tear you apart where you stand."
Bumblebee flinched. He wanted to cry out in protest, to plead—but fear of offending Sam kept him silent. At last he lowered his head.
Sam’s tone softened slightly, though disdain still dripped from his words. "You’ll understand in ti. Without technology, you’re just overgrown brats in iron shells. Empty. Brainless. Don’t worry—God has better plans for you."
The Autobots, shackled and subdued, could only listen.
Sam himself was quietly amused. The more ti he spent as chief priest, the more convinced he beca: most beings in the multiverse were astonishingly foolish. He almost pitied them. Almost.
An hour later, Optimus Pri stirred.
His optics lit once more—a deeper, brighter blue than before, alive with vitality.
He looked down at his tal fra. For the first ti, it seed clumsy, redundant. Bulky plating that once symbolized protection now felt like shackles, burdens hindering his true potential.
The thought flickered in his spark—and his body obeyed.
tal flowed like liquid. Armor lted and reshaped. Headlights, wheels, and steel plates dissolved into nothing.
In monts, Optimus Pri was no longer a towering machine, but a colossal humanoid. A black, muscle-forged body of flesh and blood stood where the Autobot leader had been.
Gasps erupted.
"Is this the power of God? To transform chanical life into organic form..."
"Liquefaction—the final evolution of machines! To beco any creature at will!"
"The end of science truly is theology!"
"God is all. The origin of everything!"
Believers fell to their knees, overwheld.
Optimus blinked in wonder, staring at his own hands—hands of flesh. The transformation wasn’t finished.
Another thought, another shift.
His form contorted, reshaped. Bones cracked, muscles warped, skin darkened into scales. In seconds, a Tyrannosaurus rex stood where the human figure had been, its roar shaking the heavens.
Dominance. Authority. Eternal disdain for all ages radiated from him.
Sam smiled. "Now you understand, Optimus Pri? Now you see the greatness of God?"
Optimus shifted back into his chanical self, his spark blazing with conviction.
"I see. I see clearly. God’s power transcends all. Dare I ask... can all my Autobots beco believers?"
"Of course," Sam said lightly. "But the AllSpark stays. That belongs to God."
Optimus hesitated, torn. The Cube was everything to his people. Yet after what he had witnessed—
He bowed his great head. "Then it is Yours."
The situation was undeniable. The God of Eternity was real. And He had shown Optimus sothing no Cybertronian science could explain. From now on, he could draw energy from the very fabric of the universe, not rely from heat or electricity. His vision had touched the Creator Himself—greater even than Yuanshi Tianzun, the Primordial Heavenly Lord.
This was no lesser deity. This was the Supre Creator.
What choice did he have?
Optimus Pri surrendered.
With his submission, everything accelerated.
Technology flowed freely. The Autobots offered their knowledge of Cybertron, their history, their science.
Sam and his priests deliberated, then reached a bold decision:
First, use their base as an altar. Sacrifice the AllSpark to the Eternal God. Win His blessing.
Then—construct a dinsional space bridge.
And ultimately... sacrifice the planet Cybertron itself.
Sam’s influence spread like wildfire. His mastery exceeded all human imagination, and his boldest move yet was subduing a human traitor—the very man once turned by the Decepticons. At the federal level, no official dared oppose Sam. Those who did... simply vanished into the abyss by dawn.
Sam himself did not even need to act. His authority was absolute.
Upon returning to base, he commanded ten million tons of rare tals gathered for a new project: the Great Altar.
The workers? The Autobots themselves.
Towering titans who neither slept nor tired, they slted ore, hamred, welded, and forged without pause.
In just two days, the altar was complete.
In the western deserts, a structure rose that dwarfed all monunts of man.
A hundred ters tall, forged of black-gold alloy, every inch carved with glowing inscriptions and otherworldly sigils. A stairway spiraled upward, leading to a do that shimred with power.
Kraft, Sam’s newly appointed executive officer, stood proudly before it. Eternal ditation had rejuvenated him twenty years younger, his skin radiant, his eyes alight with zeal.
"Master Priest," he said reverently, "the altar is ready. Shall we begin the sacrifice?"
Sam’s gaze fell upon the AllSpark, pulsing within its cube of infinite geotry. He smiled.
"Yes. Gather the believers. It is ti they witness the Eternal God."
Kraft bowed and moved swiftly.
One hundred thousand followers assembled in neat rows. Countless more tuned in worldwide, their eyes fixed upon the broadcast.
And at the center, standing poised before caras, was Camilla—now a chosen reporter of the Eternal Gods’ station. She radiated confidence, her voice calm and steady despite the enormity of the mont.
"Good evening, everyone," she said, her image beaming across the world. "Welco to the Eternal Gods Network. As you know, our worship of the Eternal God has drawn great enthusiasm. But let make this clear—God is real. Not the ’god’ of your childhood tales. Not the Jade Emperor. Not the bald monk spinning prayer wheels.
"No. There is only one true God—the supre Eternal God."
She gestured dramatically behind her.
"See here. These beings beside us are Autobots, visitors from the planet Cybertron. You thought they were re machines, didn’t you? Ordinary robots? You were wrong."
Her eyes shone.
"Optimus Pri, show them!"
The caras swiveled.
Before a stunned audience of billions, Optimus Pri stepped forward—tallic, imnse, a living testant to faith.
His voice thundered through the world’s speakers:
"Greetings, humanity. I am Optimus Pri, leader of the Autobots of Cybertron. Since beholding the greatness of the Eternal God, I have pledged myself to His embrace..."
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