The atmosphere in the laboratory shifted dramatically as Godzillagon broke free from the containment tube, his colossal form towering over everyone present. His eyes, blazing with an ancient, primal intelligence, scanned the room, taking in both the Autobots and Decepticons. Despite the chaos and tension, the mighty creature stood there, unmoving, as if contemplating his next move.

For a brief moment, silence reigned, save for the low hum of residual energy. Godzillagon's mind raced with thoughts of territorial dominance. "These creatures are parasites," he thought, his internal voice like a rumbling earthquake. "They are tearing apart my home, my territory. This planet is mine."

He did not bother to discern who had initiated the conflict; it was enough for him to know it must end. With a decision rooted in ancient instinct, Godzillagon opened his mouth, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. A radiant blue glow formed in his throat, growing brighter and more intense with each passing second.

Optimus Prime's optics widened as he realized what was about to happen. "Autobots, take cover!"

But it was too late. Godzillagon unleashed his Atomic Breath, a devastating beam of energy that swept across the room, blasting both Autobots and Decepticons away from their positions. The force of the blast was overwhelming, sending metal bodies crashing into walls and equipment.

Soundwave was one of the first to react, attempting to regain control of the situation. But before he could access the controls, Godzillagon's massive tail swung with incredible speed and precision, striking Soundwave and sending him hurtling across the laboratory. The impact shattered several consoles, and Soundwave collapsed in a heap of sparking wires and crushed metal.

With a single, mighty swipe of his tail, Godzillagon obliterated the remaining control panels, ensuring that no one could attempt to manipulate him. Sparks flew, and the room was plunged into a chaotic mix of flashing lights and alarms. The message was clear: Godzillagon was beyond control. He was the king, and no one would dominate him.

Megatron, struggling to his feet, glared at the colossal beast with a mix of fury and frustration. "You fool!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the ruined laboratory. "You dare defy me?"

Godzillagon turned his gaze to Megatron, his eyes narrowing. The ancient kaiju's thoughts were simple and resolute. "No one controls a king."

Optimus Prime rose from the debris, his optics locking onto Godzillagon. "We need to find a way to stop him before he destroys us all."

Arcee, barely managing to stand, nodded. "But how? He's more powerful than anything we've faced."

Ratchet, scanning the damage, quickly formulated a plan. "We need to lure him out of the base. If we can get him into the open, we might have a chance to contain him."

Bulkhead, supporting a limping Cliffjumper, grunted in agreement. "Yeah, but how do we get him to follow us?"

Elita-One, her optics sharp with determination, stepped forward. "We give him what he wants: a fight. Autobots, draw his attention and lead him away from the base. We can't let him wreck the entire facility."

Megatron, overhearing their plan, sneered but recognized the necessity. "Decepticons, fall back for now. We will regroup and find a way to reclaim control."

As the Autobots and Decepticons prepared to enact their desperate strategy, Godzillagon's gaze shifted between them, sensing their movements. His roar echoed once more, a challenge to all who dared to oppose him.

The battle lines were drawn anew, but this time, the stakes were even higher. Both factions would have to work together, however reluctantly, to deal with the unstoppable force that was Godzillagon. The ancient king was awake, and Cybertron itself trembled under his might.