On the Holy Flame Arbiter, nearly 100,000 slaves and 'Machine Priests' were busily preparing for the necessary procedures to set sail.
This included loading cannon shells, checking the accuracy of various data, and performing repairs needed for the ship after the last suppression.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Emrys also found Sentinel Prime and handed over the damaged 'Megatron' to the chief scientist.
"Hiss—.."
Even Sentinel Prime was startled.
The core of the Megatron armor, including the transforming metal used, was of the highest 'Primal' grade on Cybertron!
Even a 'Primal' grade Transformer armor was shattered to this extent, making it hard to imagine what Emrys had encountered.
"Can it still be repaired?" Emrys asked.
"It's hard to repair completely." Sentinel Prime frowned, a hint of human-like distress on his face, and sighed deeply.
"The biggest problem is that each Primal-grade Spark is irreplaceable; repairing it is almost impossible."
"So there's no way at all?"
Emrys felt a bit regretful, as the Megatron armor had provided him with many conveniences, but unfortunately, during the fierce battle with Luo Jia, even its core Spark was destroyed.
"Not necessarily, there's still one way."
Sentinel Prime suddenly shook his head, his expression peculiar.
"There was a Transformer who could repair a damaged Primal-grade Spark, but he is already dead. I need to return to Cybertron; perhaps I can find his data modules left in those ruins."
"You mean—one of the Thirteen Primes, Solus Prime?" Emrys immediately guessed who Sentinel Prime was referring to.
"Exactly, it's Solus Prime, the only one among the Thirteen Primes who mastered forging technology." Sentinel Prime nodded, carefully placing the damaged Spark into his chest for safekeeping, then solemnly said.
"When Megatron rebelled, he killed Solus Prime, causing her Spark to dissipate. But according to our investigations over the years, it's highly possible that the Thirteen Primes left their legacy modules on Cybertron before coming to Earth to stop Megatron."
"Really?!"
This news was a complete surprise to Emrys.
"I apologize, Primal, we are only guessing; we have no actual evidence yet to prove that the Thirteen Primes left their legacy modules on Cybertron." Sentinel Prime smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"So, we need time to verify the truth of this information."
"I trust your judgment."
Emrys nodded, giving his full trust.
"Go ahead with your plan. Regardless of whether you find anything, it's at least a clue. If you can truly find the Thirteen Primes' legacy modules, I believe your revival will be one step closer."
"On behalf of the Transformer race, I thank you for your tolerance and benevolence, Primal."
Sentinel Prime expressed his gratitude.
The Thirteen Primes' legacy modules—Emrys lowered his head in thought, watching Sentinel Prime leave, then summoned Galahad, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
Galahad was part of the team he brought from Lo's Cell, and also the person he trusted the most. He had stayed in the Transformer world, responsible for establishing the 'Mechanicus cult'.
Now, almost all of Galahad's body, except for the core of his brain, had been replaced with mechanical parts. The first time he saw Emrys, he couldn't help but complain.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have listened to your advice and been stuck in this broken place for over ten years!"
"Hahahaha, isn't it better here than Lo's Cell? You have ample experimental conditions and can even establish a branch of the Mechanicus cult." Emrys teased.
"So I should thank you?"
Galahad said unhappily.
"Do you know how much effort I put in to make these stubborn silicon-based lifeforms believe in the Machine God?!"
"You've worked hard, but besides you and Jackal, it's hard for me to find anyone else to do this." Emrys patted his shoulder, a hint of weariness in his eyes.
"You should know that I have very few people I can trust."
"Forget it." Galahad noticed the weariness in his eyes, retracted his critical words, and sighed.
"What do you need me for this time?"
"I want to ask, how is the Mechanicus cult here?" Emrys didn't waste words and went straight to the point.
As early as when he conquered the Transformer world and established the Holy Terra Alliance Council, he had Galahad establish the Mechanicus cult in that world.
Now, over ten years had passed.
If it weren't for Sentinel Prime mentioning the Thirteen Primes, Emrys wouldn't have paid attention to this matter again. After all, having Galahad establish the Mechanicus cult was essentially to prevent certain future situations.
"Very good. After more than ten years of iterations, the new generation of Transformers has almost forgotten the name of 'Primus'." Galahad said seriously.
"Your plan is steadily progressing, but—I seriously doubt if this can really work?"
"Trying it won't hurt, will it?"
Emrys shrugged, his gaze distant, and said meaningfully.
"Faith is a double-edged sword. It can make the object of faith a god, but it can also cause that entity to have its essence distorted year by year in the torrent of billions of living beings, isn't that right?"
"—You'd better be referring to 'Primus'."
Galahad's mouth twitched. He stared at Emrys' face and said fiercely.
"It's fine to say it here, but over there, you'd better not let those madmen hear it, understand?!"
"Hahahahaha—"
Emrys was unfazed, laughing as he clapped his shoulder.
"My dear friend, I am, of course, referring to 'Primus' — oh, no, now he should be called 'Machine God', right?"
"Exactly, this world has never had a 'Primus'. The one who created the Transformers, and even the entire universe, has always been the God of All Machines—the Machine God."
Galahad's tone was firm, his gaze revealing a hint of profound meaning.
"As for Primus, he is merely a mistaken understanding by ignorant and foolish people."
The water of Transformers runs deep.
But Emrys was a farseer of the plot, so he had already begun this series of arrangements.
Primus was the creator god of the Transformers, but after his fall, he transformed into Cybertron, with only his spiritual or soul state remaining.
This state, how similar was it to the Emperor?
Thus, Emrys thought of such a trick, like 'the civet cat for the prince'.
Yes, it was a trick!
By leveraging the extremely similar authorities of the Machine God and Primus, he distorted their images from the level of faith, allowing the Machine God to replace Primus and become the 'Creator God' of this world.
Then the question arises.
The Emperor has sat on the Golden Throne for ten millennia, his essence distorted by the prayers of billions of human beings. Would 'Primus', in a similar situation, also be distorted by the faith of billions of living beings in this universe?
Emrys was not sure if this massive faith-distortion plan would be effective against Primus, but as he said, what harm was there in trying?
"You can't blame me for this—"
Emrys looked into the distance and muttered to himself.
"I promised you that I would revive the Transformer race, but I never promised that the revived Transformers would still be 'Transformers'."
The creator god of the Transformers, Primus, has now become the God of All Machines, the Machine God, prayed to and believed in by billions of living beings from both the human and Transformer races!
No matter how powerful you are as a creator god, how can you contend against—the wishes of these billions of living beings, the common people?!