The next day.
At dawn, Fenric was already awake, ready to begin another day of slaughter.
He hadn't bothered returning to the hotel the previous night. The American was already on his trail, and he knew sleeping in such a place would be courting disaster. What if someone tried to steal the AllSpark while he slept?
To avoid unnecessary risks, Fenric had taken shelter in a villa. Of course, he hadn't purchased it—he simply knocked the owner unconscious and claimed it for himself.
As he stepped out into the street that morning, Fenric noticed a police car trailing him.
At first, he dismissed it as ordinary. But when a helicopter appeared overhead, his lips curled into a grin.
"Decepticons? About time you showed yourselves."
Fenric didn't waste a thought on them. Instead, he turned and walked toward a secondhand car market.
Yesterday, he had already ransacked nearly every major parking lot in the city. Today, after visiting the car market, he planned to move on to the next city.
As for the Decepticons?
In his eyes, none of them posed a real threat. With his current strength, even Megatron himself could be dismantled barehanded. Only a Transformer of the "Fallen King" tier might give him pause.
Ten minutes later, Fenric arrived at the used car market.
Then he froze.
There, parked in plain sight, was an old yellow Chevrolet.
"Bumblebee?"
Fenric stepped closer, calling out.
The car didn't respond, sitting silently like a relic from another era. But Fenric's instincts screamed at him—this was no ordinary vehicle. This was Bumblebee.
Smiling faintly, he reached into his coat and revealed the AllSpark.
"Bumblebee, look at this."
The moment the artifact emerged, the Chevrolet shuddered violently.
But before Bumblebee could transform, a black-and-white police car came barreling toward Fenric.
Fenric's expression didn't waver. He simply lifted one leg and kicked.
"Get Lost."
Boom!
The police car—Barricade—was sent flying backward, nearly torn apart by the sheer force of that single strike.
Something weighing two or three tons meant nothing to Fenric now.
Clank! Whirr!
With a screech of twisting metal, the car transformed into a towering robot.
Civilians on the street froze, eyes bulging in terror, before bursting into panicked screams and scattering in every direction.
From above, the helicopter swooped down, transforming mid-air into an even larger Decepticon—Blackout.
At the same time, the yellow Chevrolet roared to life, pulling up beside Fenric. The passenger door swung open on its own.
A burst of music crackled from its speakers:
"Baby, don't hesitate. Get in—I'll take you somewhere safe. A home."
Fenric chuckled. He knew Bumblebee's voice box was damaged, forcing him to communicate through song lyrics. Clearly, Bumblebee had recognized the threat and was urging him to escape.
The AllSpark was too important to fall into Decepticon hands.
Fenric understood his kindness. But he only shook his head with a smile.
"Bumblebee, relax. They're just trash. Do they really think they can take the AllSpark from me? Not even close."
As he spoke, Barricade and Blackout advanced.
"Human, hand over the cube, and we'll let you live," Barricade snarled.
But before he could finish, his words died in a burst of static. A blade of golden light pierced straight through his spark chamber.
Barricade collapsed instantly, his eyes dimming as his massive body crashed to the ground.
The AllSpark was a Transformer's life itself—just like a human heart. Once destroyed, there was no coming back.
Ding!
[You have slain a mechanical lifeform. Current mission progress: 3717/1.]
Fenric waved casually, and the Empyrean Divine Sword flew back into his hand.
"Villains never learn. Talking too much only gets you killed."
His gaze shifted to Blackout.
Compared to Barricade's five or six meters of height, Blackout towered above, armed with heavy weaponry. In the original timeline, he had embarrassingly fallen to mere human soldiers.
But now, facing Fenric, he wasted no words. The Gatling cannon on his arm roared to life, unleashing a storm of bullets.
Da-da-da-da-da!
Countless rounds tore through the air, hammering toward Fenric like a torrential downpour.
But to Fenric, they might as well have been raindrops.
With his current defenses, even large-caliber munitions were meaningless. He charged straight into the hail of bullets, leapt into the air, and in a single arc of golden light—
Clank!
Blackout's head hit the ground at the same time Fenric landed. The massive Decepticon's body collapsed with a thunderous crash.
Ding!
[You have slain a mechanical lifeform. Current mission progress: 3718/1.]
After dispatching the two Decepticons, Fenric turned back to Bumblebee.
The yellow Chevrolet inched backward slightly, as if nervous.
"Bumblebee, aren't you supposed to be guarding Sam Witwicky? What are you doing here?"
From the speakers came a somber tune:
"Death may be another kind of rebirth…"
Fenric froze.
"Huh?"
Sam Witwicky… dead?
It didn't take him long to guess what had happened. The Samsaras must have killed him while searching for the glasses. The conflict had been inevitable.
Fenric sighed.
"Bumblebee, I can't hand you the AllSpark for now. Contact Optimus Prime. Tell him to find me in three days."
At that, Bumblebee revved his engine and sped off without hesitation.
This human was too terrifying.
Even standing near him felt dangerous.
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