Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Godzilla Enters the Fray! Sweeping the Battlefield, Blasting Thanos!
As Thanos granted permission for General Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight to enter the battlefield, Ebony Maw also spoke up.
"Lord Thanos, the two generals alone may not be enough. I may need to join them."
Thanos glanced at Godzilla, who was still rampaging through his legion. He gave a single nod, granting approval.
The three immediately donned their specially crafted combat gear and launched their ships from the flagship, flying straight toward Godzilla.
Compared to fighting on land, aerial combat diminished one’s power considerably. Nearly all lifeforms were born and trained on planets with gravity, and combat thrived under those conditions. Out here, in the void of space, their strength was naturally reduced.
But they had no choice. If Godzilla could not be stopped, the Thanos Legion was doomed.
The three ships accelerated and soon closed in on Godzilla. The monster continued its reckless charge, its body blazing with towering energy, smashing through warships one after another.
When Godzilla noticed the three incoming craft, his brow furrowed.
Looking for death?
His dorsal fins flared, glowing with blue light. Ebony Maw opened his mouth to warn the others over the comms, but it was too late.
Godzilla had already unleashed his atomic breath.
A torrent of blue energy erupted, tearing through space.
Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight split left and right, narrowly evading the initial blast thanks to their ships’ speed and their own preparedness.
But Godzilla’s breath could track moving targets. He shifted his head, the beam sweeping directly toward Proxima Midnight’s ship.
"What?!"
Her eyes widened as the light bore down. She knew her craft was slower than the beam. In desperation, she ejected from the cockpit.
A heartbeat later, the blue beam swallowed her ship.
Boom!
The vessel exploded into fragments. But Godzilla’s aim shifted ever so slightly, and the breath swept across Proxima Midnight herself.
Her horrified gaze met the blinding light—then she was gone. Not even ash remained.
"!!!"
Corvus Glaive froze, watching his wife vanish into nothing. He did not scream. He did not cry. He only turned, his eyes blazing with hatred, and hurled his ship straight at Godzilla.
Godzilla cut off his breath and swung one of his massive claws. The sheer bulk of his body made the strike slow—unless he reached Universal-level, his movements could never match his size.
Corvus Glaive deftly maneuvered his ship around the swipe, closing in right beside Godzilla’s head. Raising his curved blade, he struck with all his strength.
Clang!
A spark burst forth, but no sound followed in the vacuum.
Corvus Glaive’s eyes widened in shock. His weapon was the strongest among them, rivaling even Thanos’ double-edged greatsword. Until now, nothing had withstood it—steel, reinforced alloys, even the hardest warship hulls.
But against Godzilla’s face, the blade had bounced off.
In disbelief, Corvus Glaive barely had time to react as Godzilla swung again. His enormous claw, nearly a hundred meters long, swept across the void. There was no sound, but the sheer pressure it carried was overwhelming.
Yet before the strike could land, Godzilla’s hand froze in place.
Both Godzilla and Corvus Glaive turned, realizing the source.
Ebony Maw.
With his arms extended, he held the monster’s claw in place with raw telekinesis. But blue blood trickled from his nose as the strain tore at him. He glanced at Corvus Glaive, his eyes urging him to hurry.
Even with all his might, Ebony Maw couldn’t restrain a creature of Godzilla’s size for long.
Corvus Glaive lifted his blade again, ready to strike—
But a vast shadow fell over him.
Looking up, he saw Godzilla’s jaws already open wide, descending to bite down on him.
"No!!!"
Under Corvus Glaive’s horrified gaze, Godzilla snapped its jaws shut and swallowed him whole.
"Awuuu~!"
But being swallowed didn’t mean instant death. Inside Godzilla’s mouth, Corvus Glaive braced himself like a man caught between massive steel doors—his hands pressed against the upper jaw, his feet pushing down on the lower jaw, straining desperately to pry them apart.
It was useless.
Godzilla’s dorsal fins lit up.
"Bzzzt—"
The monster gathered energy, then released a short blast of atomic breath straight from its throat.
"Roooaaarrr~~~"
A searing blue glow erupted from within its mouth, like the ignition test of a rocket engine.
With a sharp crack,
"Pffft!"
Godzilla spat out a lump of molten metal in disgust.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t eat him—he simply found the creature filthy. The armor was dirty, the being itself disgusting.
Why would he bother? Godzilla had an endless supply of pure energy every day. Even on long campaigns, he carried energy canisters filled with harvested Infinity energy. Why risk eating some worm that might upset his stomach?
The crystallized remains of Corvus Glaive’s gear tumbled into the void, nothing left of the general himself.
Ebony Maw stared, stunned. He didn’t even wipe the blood still streaming from his nose—he just turned and ran without hesitation.
How could they possibly fight this?
He had strained himself to the point of nosebleeds just trying to restrain a single claw. How could anyone face the full might of Godzilla?
At the same time, The Collector was struck dumb.
"Oh my god..."
Three of Thanos’ generals had gone in together. One was obliterated in an instant. Another swallowed and erased without a trace. The last fled in panic.
The two who had perished didn’t even leave corpses. You could step away for a moment and return without the slightest clue how they died. Just gone. Snuffed out without even a ripple.
Meanwhile, the Transformers’ Optimus Legion and Decepticon Legion surged forward, pressing the attack and grinding Thanos’ three legions beneath them. They weren’t surprised. To them, this was how the battle was meant to unfold.
Once the momentum shifted, the discipline and ferocity of the Transformers multiplied. Their coordination was flawless.
Out of two thousand Transformer fighters, barely a hundred had been lost. The remaining nineteen hundred launched a crushing assault.
Thanos’ warriors? Wiped out in seconds.
Thanos’ warships? Either blasted apart directly, or marked and destroyed by heavy-armed Transformers with pinpoint fire.
The battlefield turned in an instant—from what had seemed like a losing struggle into complete domination.
At the start, the ratio had been five to one against the Transformers. After the Elders’ devastating volley, it became three to one. Then Godzilla entered the battlefield.
The balance shifted to two to one.
It still looked like the enemy had double the numbers. But with Godzilla present, it no longer mattered. Even twice the force would eventually be annihilated.
Godzilla was an unstoppable force—a living calamity the Thanos Legion had no answer for.
And it wasn’t over.
Godzilla’s gaze locked on Ebony Maw as he fled. He remembered—this was the worm who had dared restrain his hand earlier.
The dorsal fins flared again, glowing with deadly blue light.
"Bzzzt... bzzzt... bzzzt!"
A quick charge, then—
"BOOOOM!!!"
A blazing beam tore through the void.
Ebony Maw’s back lit up—then he was engulfed, body and soul erased in an instant.
Now, four of the Black Order were dead. All of them fallen at the hands of the Transformers. Only Supergiant survived, spared only because she hadn’t joined the fight.
The Collector whispered in disbelief.
"The Black Order... four of the universe’s most feared generals... gone, just like that?"
Compared to the years Thanos had spent building his empire, their deaths had come far too quickly. Barely a few months—and nearly all were dead.
It was almost impossible to believe.
The Collector turned his eyes back to the battlefield.
With the generals gone, the Thanos Legion was left without leadership. Only Thanos himself remained, silent and grim.
But a leaderless army, no matter how strong, was nothing before the discipline of the Transformers. They scattered like ants underfoot.
From this moment forward, the Transformers began systematically eradicating Thanos’ legions, suffering almost no losses of their own.
Yes—the numbers were equal now, one to one. But the Transformers had already entered cleanup mode. The enemy no longer mattered.
The war had shifted so completely that the Transformers were approaching zero-casualty combat.
The Collector still couldn’t believe it.
They were going to win? Already?
This war had lasted only a few hours—and it was about to end.
Three legions. The Thanos Legion—once the mightiest force in the universe. None could compare.
They’d held a ten-to-one advantage. The Transformers had only a tenth of their numbers.
And yet, within hours, the war was nearly over.
Just hours.
He remembered the so-called Thousand-Year War between the Kree Empire and the Nova Empire. It hadn’t lasted quite a millennium, but the full-scale conflict had dragged on for nearly a century, followed by centuries of negotiations, skirmishes, and border disputes.
A century of total war, a thousand years of friction.
But here, in the outskirts of the Milky Way, within the quiet Solar System—
The strongest army the universe had ever known was on the verge of annihilation.
How could The Collector not be shaken?
Even knowing the immense potential of the Transformers civilization, it was still hard to accept.
The scale of it all was simply too much.
...
As the Decepticon Legion and the Optimus Legion began clearing out what remained of the Thanos Legion...
Inside one of the warships, Thanos—acting as commander—stared at the battlefield in disbelief.
Why wasn’t he fighting?
Because this was space, not solid ground.
Thanos wasn’t afraid of the extreme cold of the void, and his body could resist it with ease. But that didn’t mean he could truly fight here.
According to his original plan, the Thanos Legion would charge forward, shatter the enemy’s formation, then descend to the surface to engage in brutal close-quarters combat. On the ground, Thanos’ strength would reach its peak.
Now, however, his eyes burned with the glow of the Soul Stone, and the gem embedded in his Infinity Gauntlet shimmered faintly with starlight.
As he watched his army being mercilessly crushed, Thanos fell silent. Then he lifted his double-bladed sword in his right hand, the Infinity Gauntlet gleaming on his left, and strode toward the ship’s launch bay.
Moments later, a craft carrying Thanos shot into the battlefield. His gauntlet pulsed with light.
The Collector’s brow furrowed as he caught sight of a glowing trail moving across the starfield. Grabbing an instrument, he locked onto it—and his heart sank.
It was Thanos.
And he carried an Infinity Stone.
The Collector immediately relayed the news to the Elders.
"It’s Thanos! He’s entered the battlefield himself—and he has the Infinity Stone!"
The Elders noticed him as well. Without hesitation, they deployed their strongest: first-generation Transformers descendants and elite successors.
At least thirty Transformers surged toward Thanos, their sole mission to bring him down.
Thanos watched them approach. Under normal circumstances, he could only handle a single opponent—two at most. But now...
He had the Infinity Stone.
Channeling its power, Thanos extended his gauntleted hand. When the thirty Transformers closed in, he clenched his fist.
BOOM!
In an instant, an orange shockwave of explosive energy erupted from his body, expanding outward in all directions.
At the same moment, the Transformers pressed their activators.
Panels on their armor flared bright blue, surrounding each of them in a shimmering barrier.
It was technology developed by the Elders themselves—Infinity energy stored in cell-like batteries, converted into protective shields.
Thanos raised an eyebrow at the sight. His energy wave crashed into the shields, detonating against them in a series of deafening booms.
All thirty Transformers were hurled hundreds of meters back. Their barriers shattered.
But they steadied themselves quickly—and charged again.
Thanos spread his left hand once more and clenched.
BOOM!
Another blast rippled outward.
Crack!
This time, the Transformers’ equipment buckled under the strain. Once again, all thirty were sent flying hundreds of meters, armor fractured, systems straining.
Miraculously, none were destroyed—but the damage was severe. And still they pressed forward, determined to fulfill the strike order.
The Collector’s eyes narrowed as he studied the scene through his instruments.
"Thanos is using the Infinity Stone! The descendants can’t take him head-on!" he warned the Elders.
"Send them in groups of three to harass him—then have Godzilla strike with his breath! You can coordinate it!"
The Elders had already reached the same conclusion. Their Star-Destroyer cannons were useless now; firing them would only wipe out their own forces. At this moment, Godzilla’s atomic breath was the only true answer.
Through the communicator embedded in his ear, Godzilla received the Elders’ command.
He looked toward the battlefield and instantly spotted Thanos, his position impossible to miss with each blinding shockwave of orange energy.
The Elders’ message was simple:
"Unleash your strongest atomic breath on Thanos. The Transformers will handle the coordination."
Godzilla didn’t hesitate.
His jaws opened wide as the reactor within his body roared to life, burning hotter and faster.
In an instant, his entire form blazed like a living furnace, flames wrapping his massive body. He burned with energy, like Captain Marvel in Binary Form.
"Doooooooom!!!"
The glow intensified, surging up his throat until it was blinding.
Then, with a final buildup, Godzilla aimed at Thanos—
And unleashed his most powerful atomic breath.
A titanic beam of blue light split the battlefield.
The Transformers fleet had already received the order; in perfect synchronicity, they broke formation and cleared a path, like a countdown reaching zero.
The beam carved across the void.
Those in Thanos’ legion who couldn’t dodge in time were obliterated instantly—burned away into nothing but ash and scattered particles.
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