{Chapter 351 Birth of the Transformers X-Burst Form X Explosion Form}
William stared at the incoming axe with eyes alight—madness flashed behind his pupils, and a searing rage surged through his chest. The desire to destroy overwhelmed his instincts. His blood boiled. His every cell screamed for violence.
"Ha…!" he let out a primal roar and lunged forward, his fist clenched tightly, glowing faintly green with chaotic power.
The Mangog scoffed, his voice thundering across the battlefield like the crashing of titans. "Fool. You rush toward your death."
BOOM!
William's fist collided violently with the edge of the axe. For one heart-stopping moment, the axe actually halted in midair, stopped by sheer force of strength. A shockwave exploded outward, warping the air and cracking the stone floor beneath their feet. But Mangog's strength surged once more, and the axe pushed forward, forcing William to skid back over a hundred meters, his bare legs carving deep gouges in the ground.
William came to a stop, breath heavy, eyes wild. He wiped the corner of his mouth, smearing away a thin line of blood.
"It seems… that this form alone isn't enough to defeat you," he muttered, almost to himself. But then a manic grin twisted across his face. "Good… Good! I like it. I love it when things aren't easy."
Across the arena, the Mangog narrowed his monstrous eyes, watching William with the contempt of a god slayer staring down a gnat. "You're nothing but a loud, burning candle. You'll be extinguished soon enough."
William's laughter rose, mad and unhinged. He threw back his head and howled toward the heavens. "Just like this… just like this! Hahaha! You're absolutely right, Mangog. This x-human form... it's only the beginning."
He clenched his fists, and green flames burst from his skin like a wildfire trapped beneath his flesh.
"Let's change it up, shall we?" William roared, veins pulsing across his arms and neck. "I don't know if it'll work... but that feeling—that chaos—I crave it!"
The ground trembled as a massive surge of green energy exploded from his core. William's muscles rippled violently, swelling and flexing beyond human limits. A scream of pain tore from his throat as something beneath the surface began to awaken.
"Come out! COME OUT FOR ME!" he bellowed, his voice cracking with agony.
From deep within his bones, golden deformation element particles surged, crashing against the walls of his x-cells, trying to burst free through his pores. But the x-cells resisted, locking down tight like a bio-armored prison. The two forces clashed in the subdermal layer like a chemical war, each trying to dominate the other.
William's knees buckled. He dropped to the ground, fists pounding the stone beneath him.
"AAAAAH! Damn it! Why can't you just WORK TOGETHER?!" he shouted, his voice hoarse and desperate.
High above him, the Mangog loomed. The giant's laughter was like thunder rolling down a mountain.
"You will have no second chances, William!" the giant god snarled. "You play with power you cannot comprehend!"
With a roar, the Mangog leapt and brought his axe down like divine judgment.
CRASH!
The axe struck William with devastating force, sending him flying like a broken doll. He tore across the arena, carving a smoking trench into the ground before slamming into a stone pillar with a sickening crack. Blood sprayed from a deep, jagged wound across his chest—so deep, his bones gleamed beneath the torn flesh.
He twitched, spasming on the ground, yet the madness in his eyes did not fade. Instead, it grew darker… more unhinged.
"I don't care if you tear me apart…" he gasped, coughing blood. "I command you to obey. If you won't fuse… then I'll destroy both of you!"
At that moment, something ancient and cruel stirred inside his body.
The x-cells and deformation particles, still locked in violent combat, trembled as if they'd been slapped by a force. An overwhelming will—pure, furious telekinesis—erupted into the battlefield of his biology. The power didn't ask for permission. It didn't negotiate. It dominated.
Like a storm of blades, the psychic force ripped through both entities, cutting into them with terrifying precision. It wasn't just pain—it was obliteration. The x-cells and golden particles were shredded, reduced to their most basic forms to rebuild and regenerate again.
In William's mindscape, there was no light, no time. Just an inferno of chaos. Yet within that chaos, a shape began to form—an outline, a silhouette of a power that had never existed before.
Outside, his broken body convulsed as green and gold light exploded from every pore. Cracks of energy raced across his skin, and the air shimmered with unstable heat. Thunderclouds formed above the arena despite no weather system existing inside.
William had gone completely mad.
Driven by agony, rage, and obsession, he no longer cared whether the power within him was friend or foe. If they refused to listen, then they didn't deserve to exist.
"I've given you every chance…" he growled, his voice raw and guttural, eyes bloodshot with fury. "If you won't submit, then I'll erase you both."
High above, Mangog's massive figure loomed like a god of destruction. His light-infused axe crackled with arcs of lightning, illuminating the battlefield with blinding flashes. He wasted no words, no taunts this time—just pure, lethal intent.
"This ends now. No more delays. Die, William!" Mangog snarled, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wrath.
With a roar, he brought the axe down, the sky itself seeming to scream as lightning exploded around the blade. If it landed, there would be no remains left of William—only ash and scorched earth.
But William was no longer just a man. He was something more… something terrifying.
"Hahahaha!" William laughed like a man possessed, grinning as blood trickled down his chin. "You think you can stop me? In the end, you'll all listen! You'll all kneel!"
Deep within his skin, a war raged. The golden shape-shifting particles—Transformium —clashed against the berserk X-cells, each unwilling to give ground. But the sudden presence of death, so close, so real, shocked them into cooperation.
A pact was formed, not of harmony, but of necessity.
As the axe descended, an eruption of green-gold light exploded from William's body—his head, chest, arms, legs, and back—all flaring at once. The battlefield was blinded by brilliance.
From the storm of power, a massive green-gold fist materialized.
BOOM!
The impact rocked the skies.
The thunder axe was knocked clean out of Mangog's grip. The giant stumbled backward, sliding across the stone arena, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"What… what is this power?" Mangog muttered.
William rose slowly, his laughter rising with him. His entire body was sheathed in a storm of swirling Transformium, his hair flaring upward like it was on fire.
"This… THIS is the fusion I've been waiting for!" William bellowed. "The Transformers X Explosion Form that will rend the heavens and tear down your pathetic gods! Hahaha!"
Shockwaves rolled outward like tsunamis, and the ground split beneath his feet.
Far above, Odin's expression darkened with a mix of awe and dread.
"No… it can't be. This energy… it rivals the primordial storm… it's forbidden," he muttered under his breath.
Beside him, Thor clenched his fists. "Father… what is it?"
Odin didn't respond. His eye burned with divine light as he turned toward the barrier.
"I must intervene," he said coldly. With a gesture, a section of the protective dome parted. Odin shot downward like a falling star, his spear pulsing with ancient fury.
"F-Father!" Thor called out in alarm, but Odin was already gone.
"Even All Father is afraid?" Fandral whispered, his voice tight with disbelief.
Jane, however, wore a smile—cold, vengeful, triumphant. "That's right. Be afraid. You've pushed him too far, and now… now you'll pay."
Thor turned to her, his voice shaking with emotion. "Jane, he's dangerous! A threat to all the realms!"
"And so are you," she replied without hesitation. "But I didn't fall in love with him because he followed rules. I loved you because he defied them."
The crowd of Asgardians murmured with uncertainty, watching the chaos unfold. Their faith in their gods was wavering—for the first time, they were witnessing a power that even Odin feared.
Back in the arena, William was suspended in the air, arms spread, as the swirling green-gold Transformium X-Particles spiraled faster and faster around him. The entire sky seemed to distort with the sheer gravitational pull of his energy.
With a burst of speed, Odin appeared and hurled the Spear of Eternity straight at William's chest, its divine runes igniting.
From the other side, Mangog, enraged by his earlier humiliation, hurled his golden axe, which now blazed like a dying star.
Both divine weapons struck at the same time.
BOOM! BOOM!
The explosions were cataclysmic. Mountains trembled. The skies tore open like paper.
And yet… it wasn't enough.
The swirl of Transformium particles absorbed the impact, then exploded outward in a violent shockwave that threw both Odin and the axe away like rag dolls.
Odin slammed into the ground with a grunt, golden blood seeping from his lips.
Mangog's weapon was embedded deep in the coliseum wall, humming softly, no longer shining.
From the chaos, the fusion completed.
The particles condensed into a ten-meter-tall figure—crackling with primal rage and intelligence. The energy around him distorted light.
He hovered three meters above the ground, his voice now thunderous, metallic, and layered with something ancient and inhuman.
"Transformium X-Burst Form… RESPECTFULLY PRESENTED."
He spread his arms wide, green-gold light flaring behind him like the wings of a god.
"So… are you ready for your extinction?"