Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Chapter 186 Desius

The seawater, like a black blade, seeped into the cracks.

The bubbles were completely shattered from the outside by the deep sea, the pale blue-white color dimmed, and the patterns on the sanctuary dome began to fade from the highest point.

"withdraw!"

The sounds of several machines rang out simultaneously.

The Knights of Faheng retracted their shields to block the debris falling from the dome; Sonic's mechanical tentacles swept across, clearing away falling rocks for several Cybertronians; Arcee rushed through the broken pillars and pulled back a scout who was almost swallowed by the crack.

Optimus Prime held the Quintesson's tentacle with one hand, while Megatron pressed down on its head on the other side.

The vector just pulled the left arm back to the shoulder.

The five-faced judge was still in a daze until the first surge of seawater into the main hall brought him back to his senses.

Alita rushed to the side of the Graviton: "Take it with you?"

The vector nodded: "Take it."

Her ruling should not be made by the ocean.

Megatron sneered, probably finding it quite troublesome, but still dragged it to the exit.

The five-faced judge remained motionless and silent.

The sanctuary began to crumble, and BICk0 was so anxious in the channel that you could hear him banging on the table.

"All units evacuate! Repeat, all units—"

Suddenly sensing something moving deep within the fire, the vector sensed something else stirring and paused.

It is not the realm of impermanence.

What appeared first was a thin layer of illusion.

The falling rocks, cracks, and impacts of the seawater suddenly shifted for a moment, and the falling metal and gravel abruptly deviated from their original trajectories, as if even they had been deceived.

Immediately afterwards, space was torn open, suddenly grabbing all the Cybertronians still underwater and in the Sanctuary.

A third aura then emerged, accompanied by distant beast shadows and the aura of dreams, summoning the magnetic attraction of the vector vector.

Before the gravitational vector could react, it felt the magnetic force guiding it outward, grabbing all the familiar feedback around it—Optimus Prime, Megatron, Alita, Ultra Magnus, Soundwave, Faith Knight… and even further out, the massive magnetic field of Leviathan.

Several auras, aided by her magnetic attraction, hooked all the lives that were meant to be taken away.

The seawater rushed into the main hall with a roar, and then the world turned upside down.

All sound and sight disappeared for a moment.

When they landed again, they were no longer standing on the sanctuary, but on the ruins of the collapsed courthouse, with lingering flames and broken lampposts in the distance.

When the vector landed, it staggered a bit, and then suddenly found an extra hand on each side.

Optimus Prime firmly supported her shoulders, Megatron also supported her waist, and the Quintesson Judge, whom he was dragging with his other hand, was thrown half a step back.

All the Cybertronians fell one after another.

The mechanical dog rolled on the ground, got up, shook its head, and rubbed against the feet of the vector, looking completely bewildered.

The Leviathan outside the bubble was transported to a higher level of the sea, safely avoiding the impact of the collapsed sanctuary.

There was a half-second silence on the channel, then the smoke screen exploded first.

"Weren't you just in the main hall?! Why did you suddenly move to another place?!"

BICk0 then crashed.

"My location system was just forced to rewrite three times! Three times! Who moved the spatial coordinates?!"

From afar, the jack said, "Anyway, it wasn't me."

Shockwave: "Residual spatial transfers not achieved through technological means have been detected."

Megatron looked at the Graviton Vector: "Just how much more do you have on you?"

The vector was still being supported by the two of them, and the processor also had a rare moment of lapse.

"...I want to know too."

Red Spider shrieked from behind, "Couldn't they have given us a heads-up about this kind of teleportation?"

The five-faced judge moved slightly, staring at the gravitational vector.

"The lingering aura of the original ancestor."

"What they left you was more than just the signature of the impermanent heaven."

The vector looked up: "You know?"

The five-faced judge stopped explaining and looked at her with a rather complicated expression.

Jealousy, exhaustion, and a certain clarity it didn't want to admit.

The ancient progenitors quietly left different auras and blessings on a flawed Cybertronian artifact.

The old version of it would have been furious, but now it just feels like it's all too late.

The vector seemed to understand its gaze and slowly stood up.

"I'll ask them when I have a chance. For now, let's continue with your matter."

The Cybertronians around them regrouped.

The vector walked up to it, and the five-faced judge looked up and listened quietly.

"I won't let you get away with this."

"Perhaps you understood part of what I just heard."

"But personally, I don't forgive you."

"Given your status as the Chief Justice of Cybertron, there is no possibility of your release."

"The harm you have done to Cybertron, Aquitron, Leviathan, Shark Demons, and all the lives you have colonized and enslaved will not be erased."

The five-faced judge remained silent, but the lingering instincts on his sorrowful face caused a final, slight tremor.

Optimus Prime and Megatron moved simultaneously, their ion cannons and fusion cannons lighting up at the same time, blue and purple-white light striking the sorrowful face in a staggered pattern.

"Sorrow" cracked open, but there was no scream, as it collapsed from the mutilated body of the five-faced judge.

All that's left is a "smile" that can't be genuine.

"I will record everything that happened here in the history of Cybertron."

The five-faced judge stared blankly at the composed-looking vector.

"The sins of the Impermanent Realm, your suffering and all your deeds will be stored in the historical archives of Cybertron."

The five-faced judge listened for a long time to the distant tremors of the collapsing sanctuary and the soft echoes of Leviathan.

Finally, it opened.

"Desius, that is my name."

Before it died, it pulled out a name from its rotting body that it had almost forgotten.

"I will remember that."

The left arm that the vector had detached deformed in her right hand, and blue-green energy lit up along the blade, transforming into a heavy longsword.

She then walked up to Desius, her longsword pointing at the last smiling face.

"Are you ready?"

Desius looked at her, his voice slightly choked but not pleading:

"not yet."

It's just a rare kind of honesty.

The vector will neither mock it nor forgive it.

Then it squeezed out the last sentence:

"But I accept your ruling."

The inherently despicable and malicious Quintesson judge Desius, in his final moments before death, finally broke free from the genetic shackles he had previously tried to break free of, but failed to break, under the judgment of the true judge.

The longsword that draws the vector falls.

The smiling face and the body were severed, and the remains of the five-faced judge stood frozen in place before collapsing heavily.

Decius died.

It took two seconds for the vector to recover its left arm, after which it fired several more shots at the wreckage of Desius with its right pulse cannon.

The blue-green pulse completely extinguished the last flicker of red light, and the life signal returned to zero.

The Chief Justice of Cybertron has delivered his ruling.