{Chapter: 189 Transformers Quadruple State}
A bloodcurdling laugh echoed across the land, sharp and jagged, like a chorus of nails raking against metal. It sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it, striking an eerie contrast to the battlefield's silence.
"Do you think you've won?" The monstrous voice of the Zombie King reverberated, thick with malice. "It's useless! I am immortal! Hahahaha!"
The horrifying declaration sent a ripple of shock through the warriors who had fought so hard to bring him down. Their expressions froze in sheer disbelief. They had seen his massive form cleaved in two, his grotesque body torn asunder by William's attack. Yet here he stood—laughing, whole once more.
"How the hell is that possible?" one of the fighters muttered, his voice laced with fear.
Claire clenched her fists so tightly that her nails bit into her palms. "Damn it... This monster just won't die…"
The grotesque body of the Zombie King, which had been split in half mere moments ago, suddenly lurched with unnatural movement. The two severed halves twisted and fused, grotesque tendrils of rotting flesh knitting themselves back together as if time itself had reversed.
Within seconds, he stood tall again, unscathed.
William's chest heaved with heavy breaths, exhaustion creeping into his limbs. Yet he didn't waver. His sharp gaze remained fixed on the abomination before him.
"Zombie King," he said, his voice steady despite his exhaustion, "do you really think this is over?"
The monster's blood-red eyes gleamed with amusement. "Hahaha, of course! Look at you—panting like a dog on its last breath. What else do you have? You are nothing before me. Trash. Weak. Powerless."
William straightened, exhaling slowly. His fingers curled into fists as renewed determination flared in his eyes.
"With great power comes the right to boast," he admitted. "But only if you can back it up."
The Zombie King sneered. "Have you finished your little speech? Enough words. It's time to send you to the other side."
Black lightning crackled violently in his palms, chaotic and malevolent, casting an ominous glow across his decayed form. The air around him warped under the sheer intensity of the power he summoned, and an eerie hum filled the battlefield.
William remained unfazed. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Can I say one more thing?"
The Zombie King narrowed his glowing eyes, impatient but intrigued. "Hah! You still wish to delay your fate? Fine. If you have any last words, spit them out."
"Much appreciated." William's smile widened. "In return, let me give you a parting gift—I'll kill you."
The Zombie King's laughter roared once more. "Kill me? You are delusional!" With a sudden flick of his hand, he hurled the crackling bolt of black lightning straight at William, its dark tendrils tearing through the air with destructive force.
"William—!" Alice's scream pierced through the battlefield. Others gasped, their hearts pounding. If that attack landed, William would—
But in the blink of an eye, his form flickered.
The lightning struck the empty ground, blasting a crater where William had stood just moments ago.
The Zombie King's eyes widened in shock. "Impossible!"
Ada and the others watched, their minds racing.
"Teleportation… That was teleportation!" Ada exclaimed.
The White Queen nodded, eyes gleaming with realization. "Yes, but how? How did he do that in his current state?"
The Zombie King gritted his teeth, scanning the battlefield furiously.
"I must admit, William," he snarled, turning to find his opponent standing calmly a few meters away, "you've surprised me. To think you can use abilities like this even in that robotic form…"
William exhaled sharply, meeting the monster's glare with unwavering resolve. "There's a lot you don't understand. And one of those things… is the fact that you're already dead."
The Zombie King chuckled darkly. "Oh? Should I thank you for this revelation? Then let me return the favor—when I tear you apart, you can kowtow in gratitude."
A cold gleam flickered in William's eyes. "You don't understand, do you? Fine. I'll explain it, so you can at least tell the Queen of Helheim how you met your end."
A sudden, ominous shift rippled through the battlefield as William's aura changed.
"Within my body," he continued, his voice now carrying an otherworldly weight, "there exist two kinds of super-powerful cells—T-cells and Transformium cells. They are normally incompatible. If I transform into my robotic form, I lose access to the power contained in the T-cells. But under the threat of death… something changed. The cells adapted. They fused—just for an instant—and granted me something new."
The Zombie King scoffed. "And what of it? You're still garbage! Even with that so-called 'fusion,' nothing will change!"
William shook his head. "You truly are an idiot. You can't even comprehend the power you're about to witness. And now… I can no longer hold it back."
A deafening roar tore from William's throat as five distinct layers of light exploded outward, illuminating the battlefield.
Light blue. Crimson red. Aquamarine. Earthen yellow. Pure snow white.
Each layer radiated raw, uncontainable energy, so blinding that even the undead recoiled. The ground beneath him cracked, sending fissures racing outward. The very air trembled.
"Transformers—Quadruple Mode!" William's voice thundered across the battlefield.
The Zombie King instinctively took a step back, an unfamiliar sensation creeping into his undead veins—dread.
"Hah! You've shrunk!" he laughed, masking his unease. "Now you're nothing more than an insect!"
Indeed, William's towering form had condensed, now only a hundred meters in height—a fraction of his previous size. But the true change lay not in his stature but in the striking transformation of his body.
His head gleamed with a shimmering light blue hue. His right arm burned with a vivid crimson. His left arm radiated aquamarine brilliance. His right leg pulsed with the rich glow of earthen yellow, while his left leg shimmered in a pristine snow-white. And the rest of his body? A deep, luminous violet.
"He's… changed," Kmart whispered, eyes wide.
The White Queen smirked. "He hasn't weakened. The Quadruple State is a qualitative leap beyond the Triple Mode."
The Zombie King roared, gathering a massive fireball between his hands, its heat distorting the air.
"Let's see how much you can take now, little insect!" he bellowed, hurling the burning sphere straight at William.
William didn't move.
"William, dodge it!" Claire shouted.
The fireball struck.
A violent explosion erupted, the sheer force melting the ground, reducing rock to liquid in an instant.
Silence.
Then, the flames flickered unnaturally. Instead of spreading outward, they twisted, spiraling inward, drawn toward a single point.
William emerged—unscathed. His crimson right arm greedily absorbed the fire, drinking in the inferno like a starving beast.
"Impossible… Impossible! You actually absorbed it, impossible." The Zombie King said in disbelief as it staggered back.
Alice and the others finally smiled.
"Dad is amazing!" Becky cheered.
William's piercing gaze locked onto his colossal opponent.
"I told you," he said coldly. "You could never understand the power of the fusion between T-cells and Transformer Metacells. And now…" He raised his glowing fist.
"It's time for you to die."