Transformer Hero (The Rising Of The Shield Hero)

Ch2: An Imperium

After he had desecrated and forcefully removed the shield, severing all ties with the Kingdom of Melromarc and the Three Cardinal Heroes, Braedey Martin, or rather known by his new title of Lord Indominus Prime, was now making his way up among the rocks and cliffs of a mountain. He was making distance away from the kingdom and staying well away from them, especially after all they've done, and how they could just stand or sit there and be all-so high-and-mighty. The three heroes weren't any better, thinking they know what there is about this realm when they think it's all just a big game to them. The king was a fool, as well as those who are in league with him... even that redhead...

'Those idiots... all of them are slagging braindead idiots.' Braedey snarled mentally. 'They all think it's just some big game they can play. This world is of life-and-death. Not some stupid MMORPG or nonsense they call it these days! THIS IS THE REAL WORLD!'

Braedey roared out as he was about to be ambushed by some monsters, some of them being two-headed dogs and serpents. But in response, Braedey's left arm glows a vicious blue with arcing lightning around it, and he began to blast away the monsters with no mercy. He began to punch, kick, slam, strike down, parry, lunge, and strike forth all the energy he can muster, all his anger amplifying his power as he charges at them.

After what felt like forever, all that was left around him was nothing but blood splatters, corpses of monsters, scorched earth, burnt trees, and the ground looks to be cracked. Braedey panted out heavily as the energy crackling along his left arm began to fade away. He took some deep breaths, his fists clenched as he pants out heavily, the glowing aura in his eyes fading away. Braedey gave out a snarl as he fell to one knee.

Throughout the whole of the evening ever since he had ran off, Braedey had been murdering and killing any and all monsters that attempted to attack him. But they didn't even stand a chance against the brunette as he turned them into nothing but monster corpses. Over the whole night, he didn't even care about what his status read, or whatever there was on his HUD or anything like that, as he didn't care about his Magic Status or whatever there was present. He kept it closed and never focused on it. All that matters was survival and to be the one to stand above all.

'Whatever is going on with the HUD or whatever is going on in my Status, I don't care.' Braedey thought. 'Whatever it says, I don't care. Survival is my priority. Gaining EXP or whatever they call it is not my problem.'

Eventually, Braedey reached what he considered a perfect position. He climbed up the last crop of rock, eventually reaching what looks to be a cavern, one with a large opening, definitely big enough for a Transformer being 60 feet in height to fit through comfortably without clipping the sides or having to kneel. The brunette now forms his left arm into what looks to be a fusion cannon. He cocks his arm before aiming at the cavern and fires a single round. The sound of the blast echoed out, just as a wave of bats fly out in the process, definitely unhappy about being evicted from their home. Once they were gone, Braedey made his way inside. As he steps in, he holds out his left arm, a golden glow forming from the gems on his knuckles, the lights illuminating the cavern itself. He could see the ceiling of the cavern towering many hundred feet overhead, the walls all smoothed out from the rainwater and mountain glacial water over many decades, and the whole area is vast in size and shape.

'Excellent. This shall do.' Braedey thought to himself. He looks about, then down to his left arm. He had a thought. 'With the magic and such of this realm... as well as the Transformatrix...' He held out his left arm, a blue outline aura forming around the gauntlet, the gems all glowing, as well as the Transformatrix on his chest.

"Powers of the Transformatrix and the Spark of Primus, I summon thee..." Braedey began to chant out. "Defy the laws of all psychics and magic to bring forth my machines to do my bidding. Come forth to me, my Constructicons."