The honeycomb-shaped launcher on Diamondhead's arm began to spin continuously, releasing a barrage of diamond shurikens like a hail of crystalline bullets. Each projectile struck with surgical precision, targeting the Attack Robot's shoulders, optical sensors, chest armor, and critical joint systems throughout its massive frame.
In an instant, every major joint and vulnerable component on the robot's body was pierced by razor-sharp diamond shuriken. Electrical sparks erupted across its hull as circuits overloaded, creating a symphony of crackling energy that echoed through the night.
The attack robot tried to raise its massive alloy arm in defense, but the diamond shurikens embedded in its joints, wrist guards, and shoulder mechanisms made movement impossible. The moment it attempted to raise the appendage, violent electrical feedback surged through the damaged systems. With a grinding mechanical screech, the entire arm detached and crashed to the ground in a shower of sparks!
"It's useless," Diamondhead said calmly, his honeycomb launcher transforming back into a crystalline fist. He walked slowly toward the crippled mechanical giant, his voice carrying the cold confidence of absolute victory. "I have already removed every part of your body that can do harm."
Reaching the fallen robot's position, Diamondhead raised his fists like a battle-hardened warrior preparing for the final blow.
BOOM!
BOOM!
One devastating blow, then another!
Like an unstoppable force of nature, Diamondhead systematically pulverized the robot's remaining legs with his diamond-hard fists, each impact creating thunderous explosions that shook the ground beneath.
The rest of the robot's torso was torn apart piece by piece as Diamondhead methodically dismantled it with his bare hands. Countless mechanical components and fragments rained down around him, creating a graveyard of twisted metal and sparking circuits.
Eventually, only the robot's head remained intact, its optical scanners dimming as power failed throughout its systems.
Diamondhead raised his foot without ceremony and brought it down with crushing force, completely shattering the mechanical head into countless fragments!
BOOM!
The remaining pieces erupted in a final chain of explosions, turning to ash and smoke before drifting away on the night breeze. Only then did Diamondhead evacuate the devastated campsite.
"Is that big robot the last of the enemy?" Diamondhead asked, scanning the area around him with steady, determined eyes. His strong voice carried easily over the crowd of rescued tourists.
The crowd fell into a stunned silence for a moment, processing what they had just witnessed.
"Amazing! Alien hero, can I have your autograph?"
"Thanks for saving us all!"
Suddenly, the crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers! Everyone stared at Diamondhead with the same awe-inspired expression reserved for movie superheroes, their voices filled with genuine gratitude and admiration.
His commanding presence was just like the Marvel heroes they'd seen on screen!
Beep! Beep! Beep!
As Diamondhead prepared to leave, the Omnitrix symbol on his chest began to flash with increasing urgency.
Flash!
Without warning, he jumped several meters high and five meters away, landing gracefully in the forest beyond the tourists' line of sight!
Although Diamondhead's strength and speed weren't quite at the level of Four Arms, compared to ordinary humans, he was still on par with a superhuman monster!
"He went into the forest? Let's go take a look!"
"Yes, I want to take a picture as a souvenir!"
Several brave souls looked toward the tree line, eager to investigate and find their mysterious savior.
Max quickly positioned himself in front of the group with a gentle smile and delivered what could only be described as soul-crushing wisdom: "Your campsite is still burning, friends. Don't you need help putting it out?"
"Oh no! Our luggage is burning!"
"Fight the fire! Fight the fire!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the tourists turned their attention back to their respective campsites. Sure enough, the flames were still consuming their belongings, and the group rushed frantically to salvage what they could!
"Grandpa, thanks for the cover," Asher said gratefully as he emerged from the woods behind them, relief evident in his expression. "If you hadn't helped draw their attention, my true identity would have been exposed."
"Be more careful next time, Asher," Max replied, his expression growing serious as he gave his grandson a meaningful look.
"I understand, Grandpa," Asher replied earnestly, recognizing the seriousness in Max's voice.
Max felt reassured. He didn't need to explain the consequences in detail, this mature grandson would understand exactly what revealing his identity could lead to. Even the most famous heroes couldn't afford to have their secret identities discovered.
"Diamondhead was so cool! Can you turn into something else when we get back to the Rust Bucket?" Ben approached excitedly, his face full of anticipation.
"Don't worry," Asher said with a teasing smile, "when this watch turns green again, I'll show you another transformation. I hope you'll help me keep it a secret."
"Don't worry about me," Gwen said, then gave Ben a sharp look. "Let's see if this idiot opens his mouth."
Ben turned his head away in mock offense: "Hmph, whoever talks is the real dork. Besides, I wouldn't want to tell others about something this great anyway."
"I believe in you, Ben," Asher said earnestly, placing a reassuring hand on his cousin's shoulder. He had complete confidence in Ben's character.
This gesture touched Ben deeply. He was often isolated and lonely at school, and this was the first time a peer had shown such confidence in him.
"Don't worry, I won't say anything!" Ben declared with fierce determination, his eyes shining with determination.
The brilliant moonlight reflected off both of them, as if to confirm their newfound friendship.
It was getting late.
"Come on, it's time for bed," Max yawned sleepily.
The four of them entered the Rust Bucket one by one, closed the door, turned off the lights, and settled in for the night before continuing their journey to the city tomorrow.
Aboard Vilgax's warship...
The bridge was filled with a terrifying pressure as Vilgax's rage permeated the entire command center, causing even his mechanical subordinates to show signs of fear despite their programming. Even in his damaged state, the presence of the Galactic Conqueror was enough to inspire instinctive terror!
"Lord Vilgax," one of his mechanical lieutenants dared to ask cautiously, "shall we use more robots?"
"No," Vilgax's expression was grim, but he was forced to acknowledge a harsh reality. "Sending more would only lead to their destruction."
The power of the transforming human child was beyond his current calculations!
"Issue a galaxy-wide bounty," Vilgax ordered, his voice filled with murderous intent. "Find the most powerful mercenaries available and hire them to eliminate this human!"
His quest was far from over; this was only the beginning of a legendary conflict that would span the cosmos!