Incoming detected, sorry, radar unresponsive!
Don't be ridiculous, with the Warhammer Universe's technology, tens of thousands of years more advanced, how could it be discovered by 3K-era humans?
Then, 'Hellfire' dragged a clear trajectory, falling straight from the clouds in the night sky.
The heavy hammer, imbued with the wrath of the Machine God, descended, and the blazing fire ignited the atmosphere, illuminating the entire night sky as if it were day!
Several U.S. elite regiments, well-equipped with infantry fighting vehicles and heavy tanks, were completely annihilated in just a few dozen seconds by an aerial strike from the 'Valkyrie', leaving only scattered debris.
From radar and satellites, the U.S. military signals in that area were instantly wiped out, as if by an invisible hand!
The officer, far away in the military base, couldn't stop the cold sweat from flowing down his forehead, gathering at his chin, and dripping onto the radar display.
That was six entire regiments, with the most advanced equipment in the whole world, just like that... annihilated in an instant?!
"Keep calling for me!"
The officer still couldn't believe that their six regiments had been so easily wiped out.
But no matter how he called, there was only a deathly silence.
Finally, the officer seemed to accept reality, his entire body losing strength, and he slumped to the ground, his eyes hollow and lifeless, staring blankly at the radar screen, muttering: "It's wrong, Mr. President, it seems... we were all wrong!"
The Decepticons, it seems, were not... as powerful as they imagined.
And the Autobots, who they thought were powerless to resist, seemed to be much more troublesome than they had imagined!
"What kind of war have we gotten ourselves into?"
Although the officer couldn't predict the future, at this moment, he had an incredibly sorrowful premonition about the future of the entire nation.
Whether the Decepticons or the Autobots won, it would completely overturn... the future of this nation!
"Officer Mista, it's the President's call."
The adjutant handed the phone to officer Mista, who was slumped on the ground, disheartened.
"Yes, we failed."
Mista took the phone, a bitter expression on his face: "I think you might have really been wrong, Mr. President. We shouldn't have gotten involved in this war. Your decision is very likely to drag us into the quagmire of war."
However, the President's cold voice came from the other end of the line: "From now on, you are relieved of your duties, officer Mista. This is a congressional decision. We will not lose, because the Decepticons are on our side!"
"Is that so? Well... good luck to you."
Mista hung up the phone and leaned weakly against the wall.
Decepticons?
It was ridiculous. Anyone could see that they never intended to coexist peacefully with humans from the very beginning!
Perhaps only those foolish old men sitting in the White House and the congressional halls would believe the Decepticons' promises!
"Officer, what should we do?"
The adjutant looked worriedly at his officer, who now had a look of relief.
"That's something for you to worry about."
Mista removed his epaulets, stroking the medals covering his chest with a hint of reluctance, and said softly: "As for me, I'm going where I need to go."
He managed to stand up, supporting himself on a nearby table, calmly straightening his military uniform, his gaze fixed on the doorway.
"But, officer" The adjutant clenched his fists, a vein seemingly bulging on his forehead: "Without you, what should we do next?"
Mista fell silent, looking lost and sighing softly.
The crisp sound of leather shoes gradually approached, and the command center's door was pushed open. Several people in black suits entered. They looked at officer Mista with disdain, pulled out their IDs from their inner pockets, which bore the emblem of Sector Seven.
Ever since the Decepticons arrived and defeated the Autobots, in just a few days, Sector Seven's power had grown exponentially.
It had even subtly become a vast power structure that almost bypassed the U.S. President, answering only to the Decepticons.
"Officer Mista Gus, we have reason to suspect you of committing treason."
The leading man in the suit said coldly: "According to the accusations of Mr. President and the Decepticons, we are ordered to arrest you!"
"What did you say?!"
The adjutant next to him angrily drew his gun.
However, Mista held him back. His expression was very calm, as if he had long anticipated this scene.
Having been in the U.S. for so many years, how could he not know about the dirty dealings within?
"Just because I supported the Autobots before?" Mista's gaze was like a knife, and no one dared to meet his eyes.
Before the Decepticons defeated the Autobots, he had always been a loyal supporter of the Autobots.
But ever since the Decepticons won, everything seemed to have changed. Even regarding this attack order, why he was chosen to execute it, Mista knew the reason: it was merely an opportunity to deplete his military power.
Whether they won or lost, it made no difference to the President and the Decepticons.
They were just consumables!
They were 'sacrifices' offered by those greedy politicians to curry favor with the Decepticons!
After pushing the adjutant back, Mista patted his shoulder, said nothing, and walked towards the men in black with his head held high and chest out.
Sector Seven was about to put handcuffs on him, but Mista's gaze made them back off: "I am a soldier who has served my country my entire life. No need for handcuffs, I'll walk myself. A bunch of alien lackeys, bah!"
The man in black, spat upon, didn't get angry, but coldly cleared a path.
Looking at officer Mista, who was about to leave, the adjutant could no longer hold back. He looked at that retreating figure: "Officer, you still haven't answered my question!"
His military boots stopped. Mista fell silent again. After a long while, without turning his head, he said in a hoarse voice: "Think more."
"And then?"
The adjutant became anxious, wanting to step forward, but was stopped by the men in black.
"I can only say, think more before that."
Mista's face was expressionless as he stepped out resolutely, as if calmly going to his death, his resolute face showing no fear.
Think more?
The three words were branded deep into the adjutant's heart.
He seemed to understand something, and watching Mista's departing back, he secretly made a decision.
Whether it was the President, or the current politicians, or even the Decepticons... they would only push the U.S. into an irreversible abyss!
To save their country, they had to rely on the 'Autobots'!
Only Optimus Prime could truly realize the ideal of peace between humans and Transformers!
A small seed of rebellion quietly took root and sprouted in the adjutant's heart.
After the Valkyrie and Emrys' group left, no one noticed that not far from the battle zone, on the adjacent street, there was still a Decepticon... Barricade!
In fact, Barricade was already nearby, and a few minutes after the battle began, he also arrived at the combat location, but happened to witness the Valkyrie brutally tearing Bonecrusher apart, dismembering him with a chainsword, and engaging in a mad, fist-to-flesh frenzy!
Barricade, who had originally intended to support Bonecrusher, instantly fell silent, eventually retracting his head and transforming into an ordinary police car, as if nothing had happened, watching the Valkyrie and Emrys' group leave.
He was brave, but that didn't mean he was brainless.
Not obeying Megatron's orders would at most result in a beating, but if he had really gone in just now, he would probably... have been meticulously disassembled into parts by the 'Valkyrie' by now.
A moment later, Megatron led the Decepticon members, Shockwave, Swindle, Scorponok, and Brawl, to the battle zone, but did not see the 'target'.
Bonecrusher's wreckage was everywhere, like a scene of a dismemberment maniac, which made all the Decepticons gasp in cold air. This was too cruel, wasn't it?!
Even Megatron, the Prime of the Decepticons, who always prided himself on his cruelty, was clearly no match for the scene before him.
"What exactly happened here?!"
Megatron stared in horror at the scene, which resembled a murder, almost crashing.
All eight Bonecrushers... were dead?
"Could it be that Optimus Prime has been resurrected?" Besides a Prime-class Transformer, Megatron truly couldn't imagine who among the current Autobots could have done this.
"Uh... I think, even if Optimus Prime was resurrected, he couldn't have done something so cruel." Shockwave, Megatron's confidant, scanned and examined Bonecrusher's remains, and said in a deep voice: "Master, I guess there's a high probability that the 'target' did it."
The 'alien lifeform' from Starscream's report... Megatron fell into deep thought, but then he saw Barricade, stealthily trying to blend into the crowd.
"Wait, Barricade."
Megatron's sinister gaze was like a murderous knife. His massive body pressed down, and a suffocating pressure instantly enveloped Barricade: "I remember you should have arrived at the location much earlier. Why did you let the target escape? You'd better give me a... reasonable explanation!"
He had brought the entire Decepticon swarm out to completely eliminate the 'alien lifeform' and reclaim the 'Allspark' fragment from its hands. But upon arrival, he found that all his subordinates were dead, and the remaining one was completely unharmed!
Wasn't this desertion?!
Even though Megatron usually appreciated Barricade, this time, he had crossed a line!
"My master, please forgive my selfishness."
Barricade's eyes darted, and an idea immediately came to him: "The reason I hid nearby and didn't participate in the battle is because I have more important intelligence, and I had to survive no matter what!" With one sentence, he completely cleared himself of the suspicion of avoiding battle, turning it into protecting intelligence!
"Your intelligence had better satisfy me!"
How could Megatron not see through Barricade's little trick? He sneered, stroking his head with his palm, his five sharp claws gently closing: "Otherwise... I'll show you my power!"
The sharp, hawk-like talons rubbed against Barricade's head, sending out a spark.
"Yes, yes... My master!" Barricade's fear heightened, his voice trembling slightly, as he hurriedly projected the 'footage' he had just recorded: "Please see, master, this is the intelligence I risked my life to record!"
In the projection, the initial content wasn't worth master's attention, but... the sudden appearance of that plane, and how it, after being activated by the Allspark fragment, almost effortlessly slaughtered eight Bonecrushers, made master's pupils constrict, and a look of horror appeared on his face!
"Prime-class... This is impossible!!!"
Theoretically, using the term 'horrified' to describe a Transformer is somewhat inappropriate, but master's face at this moment was undoubtedly filled with 'shock' and disbelief!
Even on Cybertron, only a very few, truly rare existences, were qualified to be called Prime-class, and without exception, all of them possessed vast transformation energy and were larger in stature!
And those existences, like master, and like Optimus Prime, were all, without exception, bestowed with 'Prime' as a title, which was both a symbol of their strength and status, and a symbol of power!
At this moment, master felt as if something deep within his heart was being shaken!
"My master, could it be... you misjudged?"
Shockwave voiced the doubts of most, even if it slaughtered eight Bonecrushers, that only proved that its strength was indeed very strong, but it wasn't enough to prove... that it was a 'Prime-class' existence!
"I also think it's impossible!" Soundwave, though in space, had been observing here, and he also expressed his view: "Ever since Cybertron's destruction, there hasn't been enough energy to create Prime-class Transformers, not even the Allspark... let alone just a small fragment!"
"It must... be that I misjudged."
master could only conceal all the secrets in his heart; he knew very well... the Transformer that transformed from that plane was definitely 'Prime-class'.
However, he absolutely could not admit it, otherwise, many Decepticons, who already harbored their own ulterior motives, would easily fall apart!
Prime-class is not just a title!
It means that a Transformer of Prime-class, only needs to obtain the core spark of a 'Prime' to inherit everything from that 'Prime' and become the new Prime!
He had worked so hard for so long, even submitting to the Fallen, all for a glimmer of hope to touch the 'Prime', and without Optimus Prime, he undoubtedly had one less competitor.
But the sudden appearance of 'Valkyrie' directly disrupted all of his plans.
After a moment of contemplation, master looked up at the moon, a thoughtful expression on his face, then, avoiding everyone, he sent a private command to Soundwave.
"Go to the moon... awaken the slumbering 'Sentinel Prime'!"
"Tell him that I am willing to cooperate with him, and I have a way to make Cybertron... revive!"
The Fallen... master sneered inwardly, he would never have thought that his cooperation partner was not just him!
...After successfully shaking off the Decepticons' pursuit again, Emrys and the others returned to the valley, and Jazz immediately came to greet them.
However, upon seeing the towering figure of 'Valkyrie', he paused for a few seconds; where did this one come from?
The gear and skull icon on her chest, no matter how he looked at it... didn't seem to belong to the Autobots, and combined with her fierce demeanor, she looked more like a 'Decepticon'!
"Praise the Omnissiah, praise the great Machine God, this is a knight from the 'Imperium', Valkyrie." Bumblebee's mumbling manner almost made a vein pop on Jazz's forehead.
Little did he know, Bumblebee was also suffering!
All this way, he didn't dare to speak much, otherwise, what awaited him was Valkyrie's iron fist, followed by a scolding for his lack of faith, and a forced indoctrination of the great Machine God, Omnissiah!
Jazz's mouth twitched as he shifted his gaze to the side.
God Damn, another Decepticon?
The clear insignia on her chest suddenly made Jazz wonder if Bumblebee might be an 'undercover agent'.
"You are the Autobots' second-in-command?" Valkyrie, with her imposing physique, bent down, and her highly intimidating gaze made Jazz tremble.
"Ye... Yes"
Jazz swallowed his 'motor oil', almost breaking into a sweat on his forehead.
His intuition told him that the other party was a tough nut; the scratches, bullet holes, and other such marks all over her armor clearly indicated that she had been through countless battles!
"Very good, your disrespect towards Lord Emrys will not be pursued for now." Valkyrie whispered menacingly: "But... if it happens again, in the name of the great Machine God and the Emperor, I will make you experience the wrathful judgment of the Omnissiah!"
"Un... Understood."
Jazz felt for a few seconds as if he was about to be slaughtered.
He quickly turned his gaze to Emrys: "Commander, I have good news for you."
"Good news?"
Emrys frowned; could this guy actually have good news?
"Ratchet is back." Jazz, fearing misunderstanding, quickly explained: "Please don't worry, I didn't disobey orders; the Decepticons suddenly retreated, and after Ironhide was freed, Ratchet came back on his own."
After speaking, he wiped his forehead and said with a smile: "What luck, the Decepticons all retreated, I wonder who they went to look for, hahahaha"
Just as Jazz was laughing, Bumblebee, next to him, suddenly interjected: "Yes, what luck... because the Decepticons all came looking for us."
Instantly, Jazz's expression seemed to freeze, neither laughing nor crying, looking extremely comical.
"Never mind, since Ratchet is back, let him come out quickly; we have a critically wounded individual here." Emrys pointed to the seemingly unconscious Jetfire: "I don't care what price you pay, you must save him!"
After a slight pause of half a second, he continued: "This old guy's mind holds the only way to revive Optimus Prime."
"I'll get right on it, Commander!"
Upon hearing that this old Decepticon could revive Optimus Prime, Jazz, without another word, rushed into the forest and, before long, dragged Ratchet out: "Hurry, the hope of reviving the Prime rests entirely on you!"
Ratchet, who was dragged along, began a preliminary examination and scan of 'Jetfire' and quickly concluded: "His energy loss is too severe, his spark is almost extinguished; I can only barely awaken him, but even so, it's only temporary, and full recovery... is almost impossible."
"The Arc Reactor isn't enough?"
Emrys frowned and asked.
"No, the Arc Reactor's energy can help us recover, but he's too ancient, simply... a legend!" Ratchet shook his head, saying regretfully: "A Transformer of his level can no longer be satisfied by ordinary energy, unless... a star is used as the energy source."
Star Harvester?
Although that thing was in his plans, the problem was that the coordinates were unclear, and it involved the Matrix of Primeship, which only 'Jetfire' could decipher, the coordinate information recorded by the Allspark in Qelanaris's mind.
"Let him wake up first."
Emrys had a headache; 'Jetfire', who he had managed to rescue with great difficulty, hadn't even had the chance to get the Space Bridge technology before he was about to die.
He lowered his head, looking at Jetfire's body, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, giving him a bold idea.
In the movie, Jetfire sacrificed his spark energy to the newly resurrected Optimus Prime and fused their bodies, giving birth to 'Jetfire Optimus Prime'!
So, could he also draw inspiration from the movie's plot? If 'old man Jetfire' really couldn't make it, he would simply implant his body and energy into 'Valkyrie'.
Jetfire Valkyrie, it seemed pretty good too!
Under Ratchet's operation, Jetfire quickly awakened, but he was noticeably more exhausted than before, and the light in his eyes had dimmed considerably.
But the first thing he saw was the massive figure of 'Valkyrie', and a faint glimmer suddenly bloomed in his originally dim eyes: "Prime... You, are a Prime!"
Prime?
Emrys was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that the 'Prime' in Jetfire's mouth actually referred to 'Valkyrie'!
"Are you mistaken?" He found it somewhat incredible; even if the Omnissiah manifested, it wouldn't be so effective as to create a Prime-class Transformer for him, would it?
"No mistake, this old man would never be mistaken."
Jetfire stared intently at 'Valkyrie', with a burning desire: "I never thought that this old man could witness the birth of another Prime before he dies; Cybertron... the Autobots, have hope!"
Uh, actually... she's not a Cybertronian, nor an Autobot; accurately speaking, it should be the manifestation of the Omnissiah.
"Come here, a little closer, let me see you!"
Jetfire called to Valkyrie, and after receiving Emrys' permission, she came before him and slowly half-crouched.
"You, what is your name?"
Jetfire looked at her, seemingly much more invigorated.
"I... don't have a name. You can call me Valkyrie."
Strictly speaking, Valkyrie was not her name, just her model designation; being suddenly asked this by Jetfire made her momentarily confused.
"I can tell you were born not long ago."
Jetfire's eyes were filled with hope: "You are a born Prime, with great potential; you should take a 'Prime's' name!"
Valkyrie fell silent and turned to look at Emrys.
"Then please... give her a 'Prime's' name." Emrys also thought it was a good idea; you couldn't always use a model designation to refer to a 'Prime'-class Transformer, could you?
"Nightblade"
Jetfire's eyes were bright, as if burning: "Your name shall be 'Nightblade'; I hope you can inherit the will of the Prime and lead us... to rebuild Cybertron!"