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{Chapter: 162 King Shura Reappears}
In the swirling maelstrom of rising particles, the Transformium Element surged toward William's Transformer in its first state, gathering frantically like a storm answering a silent call.
"I can feel a will... something is calling me." William's eyes shone with an ethereal light. "Dino God, is that you?"
"My Lord, the time has come for me to be reborn, to reshape my body, and to clear every obstacle that stands in your way." A deep, ancient voice rumbled from within the chaotic storm of Transformium.
"Volcanicus!" William shouted, his hands moving in precise, commanding gestures. Vast quantities of Transformer Element particles obeyed his call, shifting and coalescing.
During the brutal battle against Lockdown in Hong Kong, Volcanicus had been obliterated by Lockdown's devastating cannon fire. His massive body had been reduced to scattered remnants across the city. Later, when Lockdown detonated the Seed, Hong Kong was utterly annihilated, turned into a metallic wasteland, a silver city devoid of life. The Seed's destruction broke Volcanicus down into his most primal state—the Deformed Element particles.
When William engaged in a desperate battle against Lockdown, he absorbed the Transformer Element particles that had been formed from every organic being in the devastated city, including those of Volcanicus himself. Now, William's task was to return those essential fragments, allowing Volcanicus to rebuild his mighty form.
A bone-chilling roar split the air. The Corpse Dragon, a monstrous undead beast, fixated its glowing red eyes on the swirling storm. Its maw opened wide, unleashing a torrent of hellish flames that could incinerate anything in their path. Nothing had ever withstood its flames—until now.
The roaring inferno clashed with the tempest of particles, yet instead of burning away, the Transformium absorbed the flames, drawing power from their intensity.
"Who dares to challenge me with fire?" Volcanicus's voice reverberated through the air, deep and filled with rising power.
"A brainless lizard thought it could stop you." William smirked, watching the scene unfold.
"Dragon? A mere creature dares to call itself a dragon in my presence?" The skeletal frame of Volcanicus began to emerge from the swirling mass, the Deformed Elements flowing and reshaping to form his colossal figure.
The Corpse Dragon let out another feral roar, its frustration evident as its flames had failed. It spread its massive, tattered wings, preparing to launch itself forward, intending to smash through the forming behemoth before it could fully manifest.
William merely scoffed. "You don't know your place."
From within the rotating storm, a massive construct of Deformed Elements extended outward—a titanic fist, twenty meters in length—hurtling toward the charging Corpse Dragon with devastating speed.
Boom!
The collision was catastrophic. The Corpse Dragon's body crumpled under the force, its monstrous form blasted out of the sky and hurled into the sea.
Bang!
A towering column of seawater erupted nearly a hundred meters into the air, sending powerful waves surging outward in all directions.
"My body has been restored, my Lord. Now, I will level all obstacles before you." Volcanicus let out a thunderous roar as he fully emerged from the storm. Towering at over one hundred meters, his newly reconstructed steel form was an awe-inspiring sight.
Volcanicus's primary structure bore the unmistakable presence of Grimlock, the Tyrannosaurus Rex, while the rest of his form incorporated key traits from Howl, Iron Slag, and Darts. His massive head sported three colossal iron horns, while his back bristled with long steel spikes. A pair of immense steel wings extended from his sides, and his tail ended in a brutal, meteor-hammer-like appendage, ready to pulverize anything in its path.
As the last remnants of the Transformium storm flowed into William's Transformer form, a second state materialized above Volcanicus. In his hands, he gripped a black longsword, its blade radiating a sinister aura. He descended slowly, his presence exuding dominance.
Bang!
The impact resounded as William landed atop Volcanicus, gripping his sword tightly. The resurrected titan stood firm beneath him.
A shrill, piercing roar echoed from the sea. The Corpse Dragon, battered but not broken, surged back into the air, its eyes seething with hatred as it glared at William and Volcanicus.
"My Lord, is this the so-called dragon you spoke of?" Volcanicus's voice carried disdain. "It is an insult to the very word 'dragon.' This is nothing more than a winged lizard. I will tear it apart."
The Corpse Dragon, now facing a being far larger and more powerful than itself, hesitated. A flicker of fear flashed in its undead eyes. Yet, unwilling to submit, it unleashed another mighty roar, attempting to intimidate its opponent. In an act of defiance, it opened its massive maw and spewed forth a colossal fireball, hurling it toward William.
"Trivial tricks." Volcanicus sneered before opening his own jaws and devouring the fireball whole.
William's gaze was cold. "Volcanicus, I want this pathetic creature to beg for death. Do not kill it too quickly."
"As you command, my Lord." Volcanicus flapped his enormous wings and surged forward.
The Corpse Dragon, seeing the behemoth approaching, felt its fear intensify. This was no ordinary foe. Volcanicus was something far beyond its comprehension. Instead of standing its ground, the Corpse Dragon let out a desperate roar, twisted its body, and turned tail, flying as fast as its wings could carry it.
"You actually think you can run?" Volcanicus's eyes glowed as streams of data flickered across his vision. "Target locked."
William smirked. "Go, Volcanicus."
"Yes, my Lord." With a deafening gust of wind, Volcanicus ascended into the sky in pursuit.
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Meanwhile, on the deck of a massive ship, hundreds of survivors clad in white stood in disbelief, staring at the surrounding sea. They were alive. Against all odds, they had survived.
In the captain's quarters, Luther took in the scene before shaking his head in amazement. "I never thought so many people could have made it through that chaos. It's unbelievable."
Chris let out a small chuckle. "So, what's our next move?"
Alice picked up a radio microphone. "We fulfill Arcadia's promise."
"This is Arcadia Emergency Broadcast. Coordinates: 118 degrees west longitude, 34 degrees north latitude. No contamination detected. I repeat, no contamination detected. We provide safety, food, and shelter. Rescue is on the way. There is always hope."
As her words echoed across the radio waves, a distant but unmistakable sound filled the air—the roar of an approaching aircraft.
Everyone on deck turned their eyes to the sky. A black plane was speeding toward the ship.
Alice, Claire, and the others rushed to the deck, their expressions darkening. "Trouble is coming."
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Aboard the largest aircraft, a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Jill Valentine sat clad in a sleek combat suit, a robotic Red Spider attached over her chest. Beside her, another woman—eerily similar to Terry—was outfitted in the same way.
"We don't know how many hostiles are aboard that ship," the Jill-lookalike declared, her voice sharp. "But your orders are clear—eliminate them all. Do not capture. Your primary targets are Alice, Chris, and Claire. Remember, you are not alone in this fight. Are you ready?"
"Ready."
"The battle begins."
The planes hovered over the massive vessel, and armed soldiers began descending via iron chains, their weapons primed for destruction.
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