"How dare you… step into the domain of Hell itself?!"
Mephisto stared in disbelief, his face twisted in shock.
How many years had it been? How many millennia since someone this mad had dared invade Hell, and not alone, but with an army?
"Hell is a realm of demons and damnation, of endless torment and mountains of corpses. You think you can join the pile?!"
With a cruel sneer, Mephisto snapped his fingers. Every demon in his domain surged into battle.
The war erupted at full scale from the very first instant.
Autobots and Decepticons clashed violently with the legions of Hell.
As the battle descended into brutal close-quarters combat, the Transformers abandoned long-range firepower, transforming instead into deadly melee forms; blades, axes, energon-forged spears, meeting the demons head-on.
A deafening cacophony filled the air.
Countless figures tangled together in a storm of violence.
With every heartbeat, limbs, both organic and mechanical, were torn away, the battlefield littered with gore and shredded steel. It was a vision of carnage unmatched, visceral and overwhelming.
BOOM!
Optimus Prime unleashed a burst from his ion cannon, vaporizing a horde of demons. But more surged toward him, surrounding him with bloodlust in their eyes.
"Focus, you fool!"
Megatron charged in, his titanic frame plowing through the infernal swarm. He crushed demon after demon underfoot, ending by kicking a pack of them off Optimus and stomping them into paste.
But it was Surtur who unleashed true devastation.
Wielding the Twilight Sword, the Fire Giant carved a path through the damned, his power erupting in a Skyfather-tier shockwave that echoed across the realm.
Even the darkest corners of Hell trembled beneath his wrath.
He had been shackled too long. And now, he needed to vent.
ROAR!
With a monstrous growl, Bruce Banner transformed on the spot. The Hulk tore forth with bulging muscles and blazing fury, charging into the demonic ranks and ripping them apart with wild abandon.
"You fight well… but how long can you last?" Mephisto taunted, his crimson eyes glinting with sadistic delight. "This is Hell. I command legions beyond number. What happens when your machines fall? What happens when your army is gone? Annihilation is your only fate."
But Martin just smiled.
"You think I'm short on troops?"
Mephisto scoffed. "Aren't you?"
"Not even close."
Martin raised his arms, and the universe shuddered.
A terrifying force surged through the gateway between realms. The power of the AllSpark screamed across space, awakening metal in a chain reaction of creation.
The activation wave roared out, sweeping across the entire African continent in seconds. It didn't stop, it spread across the Atlantic, engulfed Europe and the Americas, and plunged the entire planet into his shadow.
Before anyone could react, machines from cities around the globe stirred to life.
They assembled, driven by coordinates preloaded into their circuits. Ground Bridge vortices flared open across the globe, transporting the awakened machines to Martin's staging ground, then through the portal into Hell.
Half the planet's machinery had become Martin's army. A limitless iron tide, descending into the inferno.
The Earth shook with fear. Humanity stood paralyzed in awe.
Martin's sheer manufacturing potential shattered every known threshold.
"He… he's commanding half the planet's tech…"
And that, was only the beginning.
What truly broke minds was this: Martin didn't just animate machines. He reactivated every industrial production line, from mining drills and transport vehicles to smelting forges and assembly plants.
From raw ore to finished weapon systems, he created a planetary-scale Cybertronian production ecosystem, forming a continuous pipeline of newborn Transformers.
On every continent, an army of newly-forged Cybertronians took shape along glowing, energized assembly lines.
And as long as Earth's mineral reserves held out, Martin's forces were functionally infinite.
And even if Earth was depleted?
There was still the Moon. Mars. The entire solar system. Even the galactic arm could be harvested. The scale of this operation defied imagination.
The world trembled in realization.
This wasn't just war.
This was a Walking Mechaclysm.
An unlimited, unrelenting, unstoppable ocean of steel.
And now, that steel was flooding into Hell.
How many Transformers were joining the battle?
Ten billion? A hundred billion? A trillion?
There was no number. Only more.
Every second, Earth's factories screamed louder, new Cybertronians born in fire, transported into Hell via Ground Bridges, joining the fray.
And Martin wasn't done.
He built new factories atop humanity's industrial grid, multiplying machine tools, expanding mega-forges, constructing autonomous production megacities. And those new machines built more factories.
The exponential scale broke every rule of war.
No one could comprehend it.
"Where does his limit end?"
Even the Ancient One found herself at a loss, a deep and uncharacteristic confusion clouding her usually serene face.
It was only now, amid the chaos of a full-scale, world-shattering war against the infernal legions, that the true terror of Martin began to surface. What they had witnessed so far was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Only in the crucible of battle with Hell's armies did they finally grasp the truth: Martin wasn't just powerful. He was something else entirely.
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