The Adeptus Mechanicus Transformers Chapter Is Founded!

Catalog number "Alien World", Paradise Star!

Alvin visited the largest temple. Last time, he had moved hastily, leaving Elsa in Weyland with a few words of advice before departing.

With things mostly settled over there, he finally found the time to visit... Elsa.

It turned out that Weyland had placed the severely injured Elsa in a medical bio-pod and used cryogenic hibernation technology to urgently transport her to Paradise Star.

"Mr. Alvin, welcome back."

Viggo, dressed in a grey robe, had been waiting outside the temple for some time. When he saw him arrive, he bowed slightly and said, "Please come with me, Mr. Alvin."

Upon entering the core of the temple, Alvin saw Elsa again, but... she was lying in an oval-shaped biological organ, her eyes tightly closed, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

"How is she?" Alvin asked, peering through the oval-shaped biological organ at Elsa, who was inside, through the membrane-like cover.

"I'm sorry, we've done everything we can..." Viggo's voice was low, with a rare hint of frustration. "Her condition is strange. Although we've replenished her life force,... there's still no sign of her waking up. I suspect it might be damage at the 'soul' level."

"If this continues..." He hesitated, but gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "Mr. Alvin, although we have been doing our best to maintain her vital signs, it's ultimately not a solution."

The technology of engineers truly represents the pinnacle of biology; they can even replenish lost vitality.

The problem is, while lost life can be replenished, what about a missing soul?

Even engineers, who stand at the pinnacle of biological research, remain at a rudimentary level in their study of the soul.

This is why Elsa's appearance now seems no different from when she was alive, yet she still cannot wake up.

Alvin could clearly sense that the flame of Elsa's soul... was extremely small, like a candle flickering in the wind, and could be extinguished at any moment.

"Mr. Alvin, with our strength, we cannot save this lady." Viggo, standing anxiously to avoid incurring wrath, cautiously said, "According to our calculations, even if we replenish her life force at any cost, she can only last for a maximum of... 150 solar days."

"Don't worry, I won't hold a grudge against you."

Alvin, sensing Viggo's worry, said softly, "I'm here to resolve this matter. Please help me lift her out."

Upon hearing this, Viggo was somewhat surprised, but out of kindness, he reminded her, "Mr. Alvin, given her current condition, once she leaves this life-saving pod, she can only last for a maximum of ten minutes."

"It's okay, just lift it out."

Alvin said calmly, thanking Viggo, "Thanks to you both, you bought me crucial time. Now leave the rest to me."

"Yes, Mr. Alvin."

Viggo, not understanding the meaning, obeyed the order and played music on his piccolo. The medical pod, shrouded in a thin membrane, opened, revealing the person inside. A look of apology appeared on his face. "Mr. Alvin... I'm sorry, I couldn't help you this time."

"No need to apologize, you've done very well." Alvin slowly stepped forward, carried Elsa, who was sleeping in the medical pod, and said calmly, "I'm entrusting the matter of the fourth-generation Bio-armor to you."

"Yes, Mr. Alvin."

Viggo lowered his head. "The cultivation of the fourth-generation Bio-armor is nearing completion, and the first batch of products will be delivered soon."

"Great, I look forward to seeing you again."

Alvin, carrying Elsa, left the temple and went straight back to the World Master, arriving at the core compartment deepest inside the spaceship.

There is only one large piece of equipment in this cabin.

He gently placed the sleeping Elsa on the platform of the large equipment, reached out to tidy her disheveled hair, and looked at her peaceful face, whispering, "Goodnight, Elsa... Rest well. I swear, I will find a way to help you recover!"

Then, he took a few steps back, looked at Elsa lying on the large equipment platform, and silently started the device.

A layer of pale blue light, like a flowing the Veil, enveloped the sleeping Elsa, its unique power seemingly isolating the inner and outer worlds!

This is the Stasis Field!

It is also the key prop that enabled Robert Guilliman, the Thirteenth Lord, to be severely injured Ten Thousand Years Ago and awaken ten thousand years later. The creature shrouded in the force will have time frozen at this moment forever!

"Sorry, I have to go."

Across the Stasis Field, Alvin whispered, "Next time I return, I hope I can find a way to restore your soul and bring it back to full health."

He will let the Master of the World slumber quietly in a place where no one can find him, until... he finds a way to fully revive Elsa!

The Transformers universe is designated Holy Terra.

In the vast hall, the original hundreds of seats have all been cancelled, and the decision has been handed over to the twelve councilors. Humans occupy six seats, the Autobots of the Transformers occupy three seats, and three seats are vacant.

Alvin sat higher, above the twelve seats, symbolizing his power, which was above the Holy Terra Council.

Looking at the eight members of parliament at the round table, who came from different countries and ethnic groups, he paused for a few seconds before speaking, "First of all, I must thank you all for your support and contributions to this war."

In just one war, the Transformers world supplied millions of tons of ammunition, as well as various heavy artillery pieces, fighter jets, and more, and also dispatched 190,000 elite troops, making a significant contribution.

However, this does not mean that Alvin can sit idly by and accept their sacrifices without a second thought.

There is give and take; this has always been the case since ancient times.

War is about seizing greater benefits, not suffering losses in vain. If this continues, the parliament he painstakingly built will only exist in name only.

Especially the merits earned in battle must be recognized and rewarded as soon as possible!

They will only continue to follow you if they see tangible benefits; otherwise... who would be willing to work for free?

No matter how eloquent your words are, nothing beats tangible benefits. Who wouldn't be attracted to real, tangible cash right in front of them?

So Alvin convened a meeting of councilors, preparing to deliver on the benefits he had promised.

"The Decepticons have proven their strength and loyalty in this war." Alvin's gaze was calm as he announced the first point, "Therefore, I have decided... to allow the Decepticons to join the Holy Terra Council."

And so, Megatron, Soundwave, Shockwave of the Decepticons officially joined the Holy Terra Council.

This division of power ensures that no single party—human, Autobots, or Decepticons —will become dominant, but rather that they will check and balance each other. This was Alvin's original idea, which is why three seats were specifically reserved for him.

"Next, we will move on to the second item on the agenda."

Alvin quickly moved on to the second point, turning his gaze to Char: "This time, I'm not entirely satisfied with the performance of the Holy Terra Auxiliary Army... but they still fulfilled their mission. As for the post-battle rewards and punishments, proceed as I have stated."

"Yes, Lord Alvin."

Char nodded in agreement, saying, "Please rest assured, I have already begun work on this, but... regarding the issue of the 'Planetary Governor,' perhaps..."

"There's no need to elaborate," Alvin waved his hand in refusal, saying calmly, "I want to set an example. If they don't see the rewards for fighting hard, who would still be willing to fight for the Imperium, for me?"

Of course, this is only one aspect. He wants the Holy Auxiliary Army to see that soldiers who have made outstanding contributions can transcend social classes and transform from ordinary soldiers into governors who rule a planet!

This is a perfect example of establishing trust by moving a log!

Isn't it just loyalty?

It's very simple. Alvin simply copied the laws of the Qin Dynasty. He didn't have much else, but he had an overwhelming number of habitable planets!

"I understand, Lord Alvin."

Char didn't insist, saying, "The planet for which this Planetary Governor was granted a title is already undergoing atmospheric modification and inhabitant relocation; it will probably take about ten years to complete."

"And then, Transformers."

Alvin looked at Sentinel Prime and said, "Thank you for your sacrifices in the war, so I have decided... to bestow the energy of three stars upon your race!"

"Thank you for your blessing, Progenitor!"

Sentinel Prime suppressed his excitement; weren't they participating in the war for the revival of their race?

The energy from the three stars is enough for the Transformers to sustain a large number of new lives, bringing us one step closer to building Cybertron!

"Not only that, but the resources of three mineral-rich planets are also entirely yours." Alvin waved his hand, bestowing generous rewards upon the Transformers.

Energy and resources are both available!

Sentinel Prime and the other Transformers have become Alvin's most loyal followers, staring at him with fanaticism and even fantasizing about how this war should happen many more times!

Even the usually composed Optimus Prime couldn't help but clench his fists, finding a plausible "excuse" for his actions.

All of this... is for the revival of Cybertron!

"So, this is the last item on the agenda."

Alvin spoke, a man suddenly appeared beside him. He was wearing a long, embroidered red robe and looked as if he had been mechanically modified, wielding a huge Power axe.

"Let me introduce you. This is Aruman Vera, the Forge Grand Sage of Adeptus Mechanicus, and also... one of my most trusted men."

Alvin looked at the astonished councilors and said in a deep voice, "From this moment on, Aruman Vera will establish the Adeptus Mechanicus, second only to me in status... When I am not here, you will all be under his command, understand?!"

Aruman Vila was his second step in the plan.

In the Transformers universe, establish a true Adeptus Mechanicus, and let the faith of the Emperor and Omnissiah permeate the hearts of every soldier and citizen!

Only in this way can we fill the void in the Holy Terra Auxiliary Army and the soul of the Transformers, making them a truly qualified army!

Let them know why they are fighting!

Not for the Imperium, but for humanity!

An army with faith is truly powerful, a point Alvin wholeheartedly agrees with!

He wants to reunite humanity from all the heavens and worlds under one banner, in the name of humanity!