Going All Out Could Only Flood the East Coast

Upon arriving at the US military base, Russell finally understood the meaning of the Jazz's words: Optimus Prime's body was indeed not completely lost; there were still two windshields!

If we compare Optimus Prime's robot form to a human, the two windshields are his pectoral muscles, but... what use are two pectoral muscles?

Could it be that Optimus Prime is so powerful that he can be reborn from a drop of blood, and can be resurrected just by relying on his pectoral muscles?

This is utter nonsense!

The scene was completely silent, everyone's face was solemn, especially the few Autobots, who were somber and staring straight ahead, unable to utter a single word.

"You call this... Optimus Prime's corpse?"

Russell had no idea about knowing when to stop, and he ridiculed and mocked the Autobots, leaving Ironhide and the others utterly ashamed and embarrassed.

"Optimus Prime covered our retreat, and by the time we returned to the battlefield, these were all that were left," Jazz explained weakly. The others knew Russell's way of speaking; he hadn't expected them to give him any face in the first place.

"Where is his body? Don't tell me you don't know, or that he was torn to pieces by the Decepticon."

"Advisor, we have obtained crucial intelligence regarding Optimus Prime's body." The speaker was America. soldier, a major commanding the Nest unit, who had repeatedly charged into battle during missions.

Under pressure from the Decepticon, the America government outwardly severed ties with the Autobots, but secretly maintained a cooperative relationship, albeit more covertly. The America strategy of using the Autobots to fight the Decepticon remained unchanged: supporting the weaker side.

"Hello, Major."

Russell had a lot of respect for the soldiers who risked their lives to protect the country. He nodded in greeting and took the documents from the soldier's hand.

Open the file; it contains aerial images taken by the drone, along with a series of location coordinates.

Judging from the pictures, Optimus Prime looks terrible; he was torn into more than a dozen pieces by the Decepticon and finally thrown into a sea. According to the coordinates, this sea area is... the Laurentian Trench!

"Here it is?"

Ironhide clenched his fist and explained angrily, "This is revenge! The Laurentian Trench is the sea area where Megatron's body was buried. The Decepticon tore Optimus Prime's body apart and threw it into the deep sea at a depth of nearly 5,000 meters. They did it on purpose."

"Why not throw it into a volcano? I thought only Earthlings were brain-dead, but I didn't expect you Cybertronian to be just as stupid!"

Russell was speechless upon hearing this. It was clear that Megatron truly adored Optimus Prime; even while he was being submerged, he wanted Optimus Prime to share his hardships. But then again, if it weren't for his profound love, this would have been hopeless.

No one responded, so Russell continued, "Human submarines can't dive to 5,000 meters, but you Autobots shouldn't have a problem. With the US military cooperating, retrieving Optimus Prime's body shouldn't be difficult. Why haven't you taken action? Are there Decepticon patrolling and guarding the area?"

"Yes!"

The major turned to the last two pages of the document, where a picture appeared of Decepticon- transformed submarines: three Foggy- class attack submarines. They were highly maneuverable, excellent at reconnaissance and littoral warfare, with an underwater speed of 34 knots and a maximum diving depth of 500 meters. Considering they were transformed from Decepticon, even 5000 meters wouldn't be their limit.

"We know where Optimus Prime is, but we can't break through the defenses. America warships that get close will be mercilessly sunk," Jazz captain Russell said. "We hope you can become Starscream and pull him out of the sea. The ambulance will repair his body, and then we can go to Egypt to resurrect him."

Russell: "..."

Who is Starscream?

Atlantic Ocean, Laurentian Trench.

An Arleigh Burke-class destroyer was anchored in the nearby waters; moving any further would invite Decepticon attack, so it had no choice but to dock here.

On the deck, Russell and the major of the Nest Force stood side by side, with four Autobots behind them, including Jazz and Ratchet. Success or failure hinged on this moment, and they were somewhat nervous.

"Sir, four destroyers are positioned in the nearby waters and can create a disturbance to cover your operation. Do you have any other requests?" The major had two tasks: one was to assist Russell in finding the wreckage of Optimus Prime, and the other was to probe Russell's capabilities. His superiors wanted to know just how capable this so-called wizard really was.

"No need for cover. Keep the four destroyers a safe distance. The commotion will be quite loud later, and I won't be responsible if anything goes wrong." Russell said, raising his arm high and gripping a long, black staff tightly in his hand.

The major's eyes lit up. "Mr. Advisor, is this your magic wand?"

"No, this is the Trident of Sea King, you heard me right, the one Poseidon is holding."

What?

Are you kidding me? It doesn't even have a fork and you dare call it a trident? It's clearly just a stick, at most black.

"This trident is a trophy. Back then, the Olympian Pantheon had a minor disagreement with us, and the Sorcerer Supreme made a friendly visit alone, eventually bringing back several damaged divine artifacts."

"Because it was a damaged divine artifact, the other mages weren't very interested. I happened to be studying Greek mythology at the time, so I took it out of the warehouse. Although it was a broken divine artifact, it still had the power to command the sea, just not as powerful as it was at its peak."

Russell spoke casually, glossing over the details, but the more nonchalant he seemed, the greater the impact on the major. The latter, captivated by the story, swallowed hard. "Advisor, what happened to the Olympian Pantheon in the end?"

The major remembered clearly that the Arleigh Burke-class destroyer beneath his feet was equipped with the Aegis of Zeus Combat System, derived from the strongest shield in Greek mythology.

"I don't know. The Sorcerer Supreme didn't say. He returned to the Himalayas and began a 50-year vegetarian diet, saying that he stepped on a nest of ants on his way back as punishment for the killing he had committed." After saying this, Russell jumped off the destroyer.

The major was terrified and rushed to the ship's side. The Autobots were also startled, only to see Russell walking forward on the seawater as if it were flat ground.

As Russell raised his trident, a visible ripple appeared, rapidly spreading outwards from him and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Ripples passed over the destroyer, causing the entire ship to rock from side to side. The people on the deck hurriedly grabbed whatever was around them to maintain their balance, their eyes fixed on Russell.

The major, in particular, was starting to believe Russell's earlier words; that Black Stick might indeed be the Trident of Sea King.

Boom! Boom! Rumble—

A series of muffled thunderclaps echoed from the depths of the sea, instantly turning the azure surface into darkness. As the deafening sound grew louder, countless marine creatures leaped out of the water, creating a mobile piece of land.

Time passed slowly, and the marine life that surfaced became increasingly diverse and larger. Many of them were bizarrely shaped fish—let's just call them fish for now—that even the Autobots, let alone the Major, had never seen on the internet.

Some of the fish have such bizarre shapes that viewers can't help but wonder if these creatures are even native to Earth.

The seawater churned and rolled, initially slowly, but after a short while, the sea surface suddenly boiled, and with the rolling waves, a huge tentacle, three meters in diameter and more than ten meters long, emerged from the sea.

"What the hell is this thing...?"

Everyone on the destroyer was on edge, having been influenced by Hollywood blockbusters. They thought they were doomed, but the scene of a monster attacking the warship did not appear. Instead, a tentacle wrapped around a red and blue mechanical arm was placed on the deck.

"Optimus Prime!"

"It's his arm, no doubt about it!"

First the arms, then half of the lower legs, and as time went on, most of Optimus Prime's body was placed on the deck. Even many parts the size of an ordinary person's palm were lifted out of the water by fish, then rolled up by tentacles and placed on the deck along with the fish.

As the tide receded, the land formed by marine life submerged. Due to the pressure, many fish carcasses floated on the surface, but compared to the previous scale, this astonishing number was only a drop in the ocean.

Russell landed on the deck on the waves, and the major immediately looked at him with great awe and stared at the trident with longing.

The Autobots cleaned the fish off the deck and, under the direction of the ambulance, pieced together Optimus Prime's body. Jazz and Ironhide thanked them repeatedly and quickly joined the effort to rebuild Optimus Prime.

Just then, the major's expression changed. He covered his earpiece to confirm that there was no problem and said loudly, "Advisor, three targets have been detected rapidly approaching. It can be confirmed that they are Decepticon submarines."

"It's alright, this sea is now under my control. They won't be leaving once they come." Russell smiled coldly and thrust his trident forward.

The waves surged again, even more magnificent than before when they summoned fish, with waves rising more than ten meters high. A hurricane that seemed to rise out of nowhere swept in, its waves layering upon each other, and as it rapidly advanced, tsunamis and whirlpools formed one after another.

The thunderous roar of the waves was like the ocean's fury. The major was astonished to find that the destroyer, located in the middle of the disaster, was completely unaffected, as if he were watching a disaster movie with special effects.

The sea, stretching for several kilometers, rose and fell dramatically. On the crest of the waves, three pitch-black submarines could be vaguely seen. Their hundred-meter-long metal bodies were helpless, like children's toys, tossed high into the sky by the waves before crashing heavily onto the hard sea surface.

The submarine transformed into a giant robot several times, using weapons to bombard the waves in an attempt to escape. Unfortunately, the waves came one after another, and their resistance seemed futile in the face of the power of the sea.

Finally, the energy shields were depleted, and the three submarines were churned up by the sea and sank into the deep ocean...

The sea was calm; the ocean's waves rise and fall quickly, and everything returned to its initial tranquility.

The destroyer was deathly silent. Under the blazing sun, the major still felt a chill run through his body. The terrifying destructive power visible to the naked eye was enough to destroy an aircraft carrier fleet, making it a strategic-level weather weapon.

The Autobots were also stunned. Three powerful Decepticon were torn to pieces in the blink of an eye, making them look at Russell with even greater awe.

"Mr. Consultant, this stick... cough, the trident truly lives up to its name."

"Not nearly as good! At its peak, when the three forks were still around, a mage wielding this artifact with sufficient Magic Power could unleash a world-ending flood with a mere wave, enough to submerge all five continents." Russell said with frustration, "Now it's impossible. The damaged artifact is almost impossible to repair. Even if I go all out, I can only submerge the east coast."

The major wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gave a dry laugh, "Well... that's still pretty impressive."

What do you mean by saying that even with all our efforts we can only submerge the east coast? Are you only satisfied if we submerge the entire American continent?