The white mechanical arm slowly withdrew into the magic portal, the light at its muzzle fading. Abomination had been erased outright, without even ashes left behind. It had saved them the time of cremating him.
General Ross and S.H.I.E.L.D. were the most shocked.
The monster they had exhausted every means to control, without ever truly succeeding, had been "formatted" just like that? This was already beyond their understanding of what a "weapon" was.
"Director Fury," Rimuru interrupted him cheerfully. He stood up from the pile of rubble and brushed nonexistent dust off his pants. "It's taken care of. Come find me about the rest, and we can discuss it in detail."
He turned to Megatron. "You can stand down now. Nice work."
Megatron glanced at him, then at the vaporized Abomination, and suddenly found it all rather dull. "A boring finish." He transformed into his fighter jet form and was the first to take off. "Next time, find a target that can't resurrect indefinitely."
The other Transformers also transformed and returned to Cybertron one after another. Only Optimus Prime stayed behind and said to Rimuru, "If you need help with the aftermath, contact me anytime."
"Thanks, Brother Optimus."
Only then did Hulk come over, clutching the empty drink bucket. He touched the ground where Abomination had been burned to ash. Only searing residual heat remained. He gave a nasal "hmph," seemingly a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to beat him up himself, or perhaps he simply hadn't had enough of a fight.
At that moment, General Ross's troops finally entered the scene cautiously and began clearing the battlefield. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents also arrived.
Rimuru looked up at the sky. Several news helicopters were still circling overhead, and the live broadcasts were surely continuing.
He turned toward the nearest camera,