From the very beginning, Optimus Prime was cornered.
The Autobot philosophy he upheld was almost completely worn away by the years of war with the Decepticons.
And this time, Optimus Prime's sacrifice only brought about humanity's sudden betrayal, which undoubtedly made the remaining Autobots question their beliefs from the bottom of their hearts.
What had their steadfast philosophy of peace truly brought to the Transformers, to the Autobots?
Coincidentally, at such a crucial moment, Emrys appeared.
Like a light tearing through the darkness, he brought a ray of hope to the bewildered Autobots!
And with one practical action after another, from the Battle of Los Angeles, to the revival of Optimus Prime, and then to repeatedly defeating the Decepticons, stepping on the corpses of Starscream, Sideways, and Bonecrusher, he made the Autobots re-recognize this mysterious 'Wanderer Merchant'.
Following his command, they repeatedly defeated the Decepticons and even snatched two fragments of the Allspark from their grasp!
All these actions undoubtedly left an indelible impression on the Autobots' hearts.
Emrys fulfilled his promise, unlike hypocritical human politicians who always used them, but would unhesitatingly abandon them once they lost their value, turning instead to the more powerful Decepticons.
Facts proved that no matter how eloquently Optimus Prime spoke, it could not be denied that under his primeship, the Autobots not only destroyed their home Cybertron in the war with the Decepticons but were also exiled and forced to wander.
And the humans Optimus Prime trusted stabbed them in the back at their most difficult moment.
Optimus Prime's situation was much like that of monarchs in fallen dynasties, swayed by courtiers and public opinion.
Even though he was deeply unwilling, looking at his comrades who had fought alongside him, Optimus Prime was not Megatron, and he could not bring himself to scold them as traitors; bitter emotions swirled in his Matrix of primeship, finally turning into a heavy sigh.
"As you said, I... am no longer qualified to lead the Autobots."
Optimus Prime was Optimus Prime after all; though he was willing to yield, his inherent dignity still made him look Emrys directly in the eye: "But I hope you can fulfill your promise and help me... no, help them rebuild their home. For this, I am willing to offer my life to you!"
Noble as Optimus Prime was, his quality like a shining star, but alas... the Autobots needed not a star, but a Sun!
An existence that could lead them to rebuild their home, as fiery and domineering as the Sun.
"I will, in the name of Emrys!"
Emrys looked at Optimus Prime, who had bowed his head and knelt on one knee, his tone solemn and grave: "You will fight for me across the galaxy, to crusade against heretics, xenos, and Chaos enemies, and I will promise to rebuild your lost home!"
"In the name of the God-Emperor, the Omnissiah!"
Nightblade, beside him, knelt on one knee and offered an ancient knight's sword: "I shall be a witness, witnessing today's 'alliance'!"
There was no need to ask where that knight's sword came from; if you asked, it was a Transformer.
Emrys secretly marveled in his heart that Nightblade was indeed from the Imperium; his perceptiveness was truly excellent. At the same time, he took the hilt of the knight's sword from Nightblade's hand.
His posture was upright and tall, his black disheveled hair fluttering, like a true royal, exuding nobility, a majestic presence like a young lion, causing the surrounding Autobots, and even Jetfire, to involuntarily kneel in submission.
At this moment, as he gripped the sword hilt, it was as if infinite power poured into his heart, and in a trance, he acted according to the instinct of his bloodline.
Clang!
Amidst the crisp clang of metal.
The blade fell, touching Optimus Prime's shoulder, once on each side. It was like an ancient knight awaiting his king, being knighted!
"In the name of the Imperium, in the name of the great... Emrys, the Rogue Trader Dynasty!"
Emrys infused psychic power into his voice, like a grand and ancient bell: "I, Merlin Emrys, hereby knight Optimus Prime as a family Knight, and forge an alliance with the Autobots, never to betray, until death!"
Optimus Prime's body was damaged, but his back was straight. After the ancient knighting ceremony ended, he looked up at Emrys: "In the name of Cybertron, Primus, we 'Autobots' pledge allegiance to you, allegiance to 'Emrys'!"
At the moment the oath was sworn!
It was as if an invisible psychic field spread out with Emrys as the center, enveloping all the Autobots, including Jetfire, and even reaching Ironhide across the Pacific!
Suddenly, the 'Autobot' symbol on their chests seemed to burn with flames, reshaping in a golden light, and then transforming into a new 'symbol'!
It was a combination of gears and a skull, but with derived wings, and a sharp sword piercing through the very center.
Looking at the Autobot symbol that had suddenly changed, transforming into a familiar appearance, Emrys' pupils contracted slightly, and he was instantly stunned: "The appearance of this emblem is"
The emblem that replaced the 'Autobot' symbol was neither purely Mechanicus nor belonged to the Imperium of Man, but that emblem from the Marvel universe, which Fury had kept for forty-five years and then given to him... that emblem!
The time before last, this emblem had given an early warning, helping him evade the assassination by the Dark Eldar. Last time... it was Father Iron, who, upon seeing this emblem, immediately agreed to his plan, even dispatching three companies of Space Marines, and finally having the Honor Guard specially escort Jackal back.
What did this signify?
This emblem was far more important than he had imagined!
Could it really be the Emperor's amulet?
Emrys touched the hard emblem on his chest, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart, but his expression remained calm. He nodded slightly, then signaled Optimus Prime and the other Autobots to rise.
It seemed that to understand the meaning of this 'emblem' more deeply, he would have to meet 'Father Iron' after returning to the Warhammer Universe.
Suddenly.
Bumblebee stammered, wanting to speak but hesitating.
"What's wrong?" Emrys noticed his unusual behavior and asked, "Just say whatever it is."
"Commander, there's a message."
He had received a secret communication that bypassed satellites.
The message was simple: it requested a meeting with him at a café on a certain street in Los Angeles tomorrow night at eight o'clock.
The sender was unknown. Faced with this somewhat mysterious message, Bumblebee scratched his head, his big eyes wide with confusion, and looked at Emrys: "Commander"
"Interesting, sender unknown." Emrys' eyes narrowed slightly, guessing a bit of the other party's intention: "Are they afraid of exposing their identity, which means the person sending the message is under close surveillance by the Decepticons?"
This was not hard to guess. Either the Decepticons were deliberately luring him into a trap, planning to carry out a beheading strategy to eliminate him, the 'brain' of the Autobots, first, or... there was another internal disagreement among humans.
In fact, it wasn't entirely incomprehensible.
The stance of US politicians had never been that firm. Previously, they sided with the Decepticons simply because they had no other choice. Now, seeing that the Autobots seemed to be on the rise again, and considering the attitudes of the Autobots and Decepticons towards humanity, disagreements were naturally a very normal outcome.
But the only question was whether the person who sent this message was part of a Decepticon conspiracy or a sign of internal human discord.
"What do you all think?" As an excellent and qualified superior, one must be good at listening to the opinions of subordinates, whether reasonable or not. This was also one of the lessons Elsa had taught Emrys.
"You can't go, Commander!"
Jazz, quick to speak, immediately said: "This must be a Decepticon conspiracy; they want to carry out a beheading on you!"
"I think Jazz is absolutely right, Commander." Even Ratchet, beside him, followed up with a warning: "You absolutely cannot underestimate the Decepticons, especially Megatron. He is extremely treacherous and cunning; you must not trust him!"
"From what I know of Megatron"
Optimus Prime paused for half a second and also nodded in agreement: "This indeed sounds very much like something Megatron would do."
They had been fighting the Decepticons for decades and knew each other inside out. The Decepticons had done such things before, so naturally, they all disagreed.
But then, Bumblebee received another message.
And this time, the content shocked all the Autobots, because the message was very simple, with only three words:
"Sentinel Prime!"
"It's Sentinel Prime?" Optimus Prime was slightly taken aback, then became a little excited: "I didn't expect him to still be to live. I personally witnessed him leave Cybertron. He's been wandering the universe all these years. I thought he was dead, but I didn't expect"
Sentinel Prime was also a very prestigious prime in the Autobot faction. Under his governance, Cybertron experienced a brief period of glory, but it quickly fell into decline.
And in search of a way to save Cybertron, and to avoid the war between the Decepticons and Autobots, Sentinel Prime fled Cybertron in his spaceship, eventually disappearing without a trace.
He was a Cybertronian scientist with extremely high achievements.
Precisely because of this, the desperate Autobots seemed to see a new ray of hope!
"I advise you not to get too excited."
Emrys calmly interrupted the Autobots, pouring cold water on them: "As far as I know, Sentinel Prime's spaceship crashed on the far side of the Moon decades ago, and coincidentally, the Decepticons recently landed on the Moon... Do you think the current Sentinel Prime is still the Autobot prime you imagine him to be?"
"No, impossible!" Optimus Prime's body trembled. The Sentinel Prime in his memory slowly became blurred, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart: "He would never cooperate with the evil Decepticons. He is Sentinel Prime, a great prime!"
Jazz, Bumblebee, and Ratchet fell silent.
They didn't know much about Sentinel Prime, but every time Emrys spoke, his words were invariably proven true, so they were more inclined to believe him.
But Optimus Prime was not; he was Sentinel Prime's disciple!
The scenes of Sentinel Prime teaching him flashed repeatedly in his mind, making it difficult for him to believe that the once great Autobot prime would turn to the evil Decepticons!
"What's so strange about that?"
Jetfire scoffed, leaning on his cane, and looked at Optimus Prime: "In the era when this old man was active, what Autobots? What Decepticons? It was nothing more than a dispute of ideals. Didn't I also switch from the Decepticons to you?"
Optimus Prime opened his mouth weakly, wanting to refute, but didn't know what to say.
Seeing this, Emrys didn't continue to discourage the simple-minded 'brother Prime', and said faintly: "Since that's the case, then let's go and see. Won't it be clear then?"
"Commander, you"
Jazz's eyes widened, and he was about to speak when he was interrupted.
"Whether it's a trap or not, I need to go and see." Emrys waved his hand, signaling them not to persuade him further: "Besides, with Jetfire here, even if it's a trap, I can retreat in time. After using ultra-long-distance teleportation twice in a row, The Fallen cannot appear for a short time. The rest won't stop me."
Furthermore, even if it really was a Decepticon trap, first, it could confirm his suspicions, and second, with Jetfire's teleportation beacon, at worst, they would just fight another battle!
It would also help him accumulate 'Origin Power'!
This was Emrys' true intention for keeping the appointment. Whether it was a Decepticon conspiracy or not was irrelevant to him; rather, he even hoped it *was* the Decepticons!
Since arriving in the world of Transformers, he had either been chased and beaten by the Decepticons or was on his way to being chased. He had long since grown impatient. Did they really think he, Emrys, was a pushover?
With the Allspark, he almost didn't need to worry about energy!
At worst, they would just have another world War. With the massive power of two Worlds behind him, even by sheer numbers, they could exhaust The Fallen to death!
Emrys, who controlled the three technologies of synthetics, xenos, and Tyrants, could, if he wished, create a massive number of fearless warriors in a very short time!
It could truly be said... your Transformers are limited in number, while his biochemical army is inexhaustible!
...The next day, evening.
In the afterglow of the setting Sun, Emrys, alone, entered the agreed-upon café. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a suit, with deep-set eyes and a prominent nose, sitting by the window, with two cups of coffee in front of him.
Intuition told Emrys that this was the person who sent the anonymous message to Bumblebee, so he walked over.
"Please sit, Mr. Emrys."
The man seemed unsurprised. He slightly raised his hand, gesturing for him to sit down, then maintained his upright posture and scrutinized Emrys for a few seconds: "Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Charlie Hall. I am currently one of the highest authorities in the human military, and also Megatron's appointed adjutant."
Interesting... Emrys looked at the other party with interest: "So, you anonymously invited me here, intending to unite with the Decepticons to carry out a beheading operation against me?"
"No."
Charlie calmly pushed a cup of coffee over, his face expressionless, his eyes deep: "I am here on behalf of 'humanity', hoping to ally with the Autobots and expel the Decepticons!"
"Give me a reason to trust you."
Emrys leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips, looking at the other party with a noncommittal expression.
"You don't need to trust me."
Charlie leaned forward slightly, lowering his gaze, looking at Emrys, and said word by word: "I'm just here to tell you that among humans, there are not only those who are afraid of to live, but also... those who are willing to resist. I will prove to you and the Autobots with practical actions that humanity... is absolutely not cowardly!"
After saying this, he finished the coffee in his cup, as if with a certain determination, stood up from the table, and said as he turned: "Megatron and Sentinel Prime have formed an alliance, and they are doing it behind The Fallen's back. The thing you are looking for... the coordinates are XXX.XXX."
After stepping out of the café, Charlie let out a light breath and made the sign of the cross on his chest: "May God bless us... bless humanity!"
Looking at the man's retreating back, Emrys' eyes flickered, then he smiled: "Indeed, no matter what world, there is no shortage of courageous humans."
Humans are a very complex group.
Among them, despite the presence of cowards, it is undeniable that...
Whenever this race faces an extinction-level disaster, countless courageous humans will firmly become the last line of defense for the entire race!
Just like the Holy Terra of the past, there were also those shining moments of the Human race in the long river of history!
If 'Charlie' had not appeared today, then after Emrys eliminated the Decepticons, he might have considered whether to let the Transformers form a more equitable council to govern the humans of the entire world.
But after seeing 'Charlie', Emrys had a new idea.
Perhaps, the humans of the Transformers world can also manage themselves better, only needing a few Transformers to form a council to monitor them.
"What a pity, it wasn't a conspiracy after all."
Emrys lowered his head, looked at the cup of coffee on the table, and shook his head with a wry smile.
He had thought that this risky meeting would allow him to gather enough 'Source Power'.
Unexpectedly, he met a truly courageous Human officer, which was not bad either.
Looking at Charlie's departing back, Emrys then twirled the coffee cup, his eyelids lowered, and he slowly spoke with a calm and indifferent tone: "Traveler, how long has it been since I arrived in the Transformers world?"
[Traveler, you have been in this world for: 384 Earth hours]
A quick conversion meant that Emrys' eyes flickered; these seemingly random trivial matters had delayed him for a full sixteen days.
The only good news was that he had obtained the 'Allspark' fragment.
"Sixteen days." Emrys' eyes narrowed slightly, and his index finger tapped lightly on the table, but his mind was thinking about another matter.
According to the fifty-fold time flow, sixteen days is equivalent to eight hundred days, and considering that he stayed in the main universe for half a day in between, it should be around eight hundred-odd days. Theoretically, the prototype of the 'Heavenly Punishment Warband' should have been completed.
In fact, his strategy towards the Decepticons all along was not that aggressive partly due to this consideration.
Ideally, implanting organs, modifications, adaptations, training, and other projects, regardless of cost, would take at least seven hundred days. For this, every extra day he could delay was equivalent to gaining more time for the 'Heavenly Punishment Warband'.
"I hope it won't disappoint me."
Emrys pinched his brow, always feeling a little unsure.
But now, even if he had no confidence, he still had to deploy the 'Heavenly Punishment Warband' into the war as soon as possible.
And the Transformers world, as the first test of the 'Heavenly Punishment Warband' in actual combat, was undoubtedly very suitable in all aspects!
After all, he couldn't just throw a warband with no actual combat experience directly onto Vigilus to face Orks, Chaos, and genestealers, those monsters that had fought their way out of purgatory, could he?
After finishing his coffee, Emrys looked out the window with a slight regret.
He deliberately waited for another half an hour, but still didn't encounter any lone Decepticons. It seemed he would just have to wait for the decisive battle.
Never mind, since he couldn't wait, there was no need to waste time here.
Emrys collected himself, got up from his seat, and was about to leave when he was stopped by a waiter.
"What do you mean?" He was a bit bewildered, looking at the waiter with a blank expression.
"Sir wait."
The waiter solemnly handed over the bill: "Your friend didn't pay, please settle the bill."
"???"
Emrys' eyes widened instantly.
So, after all that praise, 'Charlie' didn't even pay the bill?
Are you kidding me? Making an 'alien' pay, doesn't this guy use his brain?
After a moment of silence, Emrys took a deep breath, forced a smile on his face, pretended to take something from his inner jacket pocket, but actually crushed a piece of gold in his private space and handed it to the waiter:
"Keep the change, consider it a tip."
...Emrys' safe return seemed to surprise the Autobots.
Clearly, they were all convinced that it was the insidious and cunning Megatron who sent that message, but upon seeing Emrys unharmed and seemingly not having engaged in fierce combat, they all showed expressions of disbelief.
"Check this coordinate." Emrys didn't bother to talk nonsense with them and directly handed Optimus Prime the coordinate 'Charlie' had provided.
Based on the coordinate, Optimus Prime determined the exact location.
On the projected topographic map, the coordinate location was precisely the area Emrys had previously drawn, the Red Sea at the confluence of Egypt and Jordan, a place called the Wadi Rum mountain range canyon.
"Invade the global information network and investigate if there's an ancient city here." Based on the information from the original movie plot and now with precise coordinates, Emrys could finally accurately pinpoint the location where the six Primes hid the 'Matrix of primeship'.
"Found it, it's the ancient city of Petra."
In just a few seconds, Optimus Prime found relevant information from the global information network: "It was once a lost city of ancient humans. It is said that in the Treasury of Petra, there is a divine artifact called the 'Holy Grail'."
"Heh, there's no Holy Grail there."
Emrys scoffed disdainfully, then mocked: "I estimate that someone was just lucky enough to find the corpse of a 'Prime' and then shamelessly claimed it was a 'miracle'."
In the worldview of the Transformers universe, Transformers had already visited Earth in ancient times, establishing intricate connections with humans.
Hmm, it was also his favorite cartoon from childhood.
He just didn't know if 'beast Wars' still existed in this Transformers universe, where the plot had completely deviated.
Unicron and Primus. These two behemoths are at least not something he can provoke right now.
"If I'm not mistaken, the so-called 'Holy Grail' is actually the 'Matrix of primeship' we are looking for." Emrys asserted, even though the reason seemed 'far-fetched', fortunately, he didn't need to explain at all.
Thanks to the authority he had established in the previous few times, the Autobots had long since trusted him implicitly.
This is the foundation of trust.
Not through words, but by relying on one solid fact after another, to gradually solidify this foundation.
"We must stop the Decepticons' plan!" The anxious Optimus Prime seemed unable to sit still. Upon hearing of the Decepticons' success, he was practically itching, his round eyes wide with fury: "Autobots, out—"
But just as he was about to shout it, seeing the strange looks around him, Commander Prime was instantly embarrassed and quickly swallowed the rest of his words.
The sudden shift in status made him instinctively want to lead the Autobots into battle.
But he quickly realized that the highest command authority now belonged to Merlin Emrys.
"Commander, Commander, I believe we should attack and stop the Decepticons' conspiracy!" Optimus Prime shrank back, softly suggesting: "Otherwise, once the Fallen gets the 'Matrix of primeship', the entire Earth will not escape death." "Let me correct you on one point, it's not 'Earth' that won't escape death."
Emrys' expression was very strange, as if he was looking at an 'idiot': "Don't worry, it's definitely us who will die, including the Decepticons and the Fallen. Nothing will happen to Earth."
"Why?"
Not only Optimus Prime, but even Jetfire was very curious.
That was a star harvester, a super creation from ancient Cybertron. Destroying a small Earth shouldn't be a problem, right?
But looking at Emrys' expression, they felt it wasn't that simple.
After all, every word Emrys had said before had been proven true by facts, that he had indeed not lied.
"You don't need to know too much."
Emrys waved his hand, cutting off the Autobots' questions.
Although he was temporarily unsure whether Earth in the Transformers universe world would still be 'Unicron' as in the original movie plot.
But, based on the principle of 'no zuo no die', he believed it was still very necessary to stop the Fallen.
Otherwise, if he really woke up 'Unicron', would he have to go to Cybertron to invite 'Primus'?
At that time, two creator-level big shots would probably grind away the 'Great Dao', and he found the thought terrifying.
He had finally found such a natural 'Conscription world', and if it were destroyed by two big shots like that, Emrys would be heartbroken.
Glancing at the still very 'weak' Optimus Prime, Emrys frowned: "How long will it take for your injuries to fully recover?"
"If you could give me the Allspark…"
Optimus Prime had only spoken halfway when Emrys interrupted him: "Besides the Allspark, think of another way."
"Energy, lots and lots and lots of energy!"
Optimus Prime seemed a bit wronged, sitting back down with his head drooping: "With the energy levels humans can currently produce, it would probably take several years of continuous supply for me to fully recover."
That's completely ridiculous!
Emrys had a bit of a headache. He was curious how the male lead in the fourth movie managed to fix Optimus Prime in an abandoned garage in the movie's plot?
"Actually, there's another way."
Just then, the silent Jetfire suddenly spoke, immediately drawing everyone's attention: "Give it my energy core, and that will allow Optimus Prime to immediately return to his peak state!"
"No, I cannot do that!"
Upon hearing this, Optimus Prime resolutely rejected Jetfire's suggestion.
He yearned to regain his combat power and fight those damned Decepticons, but not at the cost of sacrificing a comrade!
"It's not your time to die yet." Emrys said indifferently, then made the somewhat emotional Jetfire sit back down, to prevent any more parts from falling off.
"But, as for this old man, besides this use, I can't help you with anything else." Jetfire clutched his cane, his sighing tone seemingly full of regret.
He had waited for someone worthy of his loyalty, but unfortunately, his body had long been corroded by rust over the long years.
"No, who said you're useless?" Emrys looked at him seriously and said: "If I replenish your energy, can you return to your peak state?"
"Cough cough, of course, no problem!" Jetfire's eyes widened instantly. He couldn't help but lean closer, staring intently at Emrys, excitedly saying: "You… can you really restore me to my peak state?!"
"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it shouldn't be a problem."
Emrys nodded, provided, of course, that there was a complete Star Harvester. Otherwise… with his current energy, he couldn't afford the Transformers' extravagance!
The most important thing for Transformers was energy!
Basically, as long as the 'Spark' wasn't damaged, or it wasn't a direct one-hit kill, with a continuous supply of energy, Transformers could recover with just metal.
Coincidentally, he lacked neither of these two things!
In the alien Forging world and the Bioweapon Conscription world, whether it was metal or lifeless stars, the quantity was simply too abundant, ready for the taking!
Therefore, the Star Harvester… he was determined to get it!
His thinking time ended. Emrys took a deep breath, looked at the Autobots in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Now, I will officially begin the deployment of tomorrow's plan."
All the Autobots knew that tomorrow would be the decisive battle!
The decisive battle against the Decepticons and the Fallen would inevitably affect the future, and even the fate of all humanity!
The atmosphere immediately became much more serious. Optimus Prime sat up straight, although in his heart, he didn't feel he could participate in the battle, as this body… going to the battlefield would be pure suicide.
"Nightblade."
Emrys then turned to Nightblade, took out the 'Allspark fragment', and handed it over: "You are responsible for using the Allspark fragment to create as many Transformers as possible. Their rank doesn't need to be too high, just equivalent to Bonecrusher, then wait in the target area and avoid being discovered."
"Understood, Lord Emrys!"
Nightblade knelt on one knee and solemnly placed the Allspark fragment into his chest.
"Bumblebee, Jazz, Ratchet."
Emrys' gaze turned to the duo, and he could see a hint of eagerness for war in their excited eyes: "You will arrive at the coordinates first, but you must not expose yourselves. Report to me at all times, await my command, and then activate the warp beacon."
With that, he handed the beacon Jetfire had given him last time to Jazz, not forgetting to instruct: "You must not activate the beacon without my command, understand?"
"Yes, Commander!"
Jazz gripped the warp beacon and assured him.
Then, Emrys finally turned his gaze to the conflicted Optimus Prime beside him: "As for you… I will find a way to help you recover your combat power as much as possible, but this will take time."
"Alright, Commander."
Optimus Prime was a little excited; it was finally his turn.
"Wait, what about me?"
After going through everyone, he found himself left out. Jetfire was a bit bewildered, pointing to himself: "They all went, where do I go?!"
Moreover, almost all of the Autobots' combat power had been sent to the target area. Just leaving him and Optimus Prime, it seemed there was no need for a warp, right?
"You, naturally, will follow me."
Emrys looked at 'Jetfire' and showed a mysterious smile: "The key to whether this war can be won lies in how many people you can warp at once, Jetfire."
"What kind of question is that?!"
Jetfire instantly became even more bewildered, staring with two confused eyes at Emrys, who looked confident. Although he didn't quite understand, he still puffed out his chest and proudly answered this seemingly absurd question: "If there is ample energy, this old man can warp a Cybertronian battleship directly to any area on a planetary surface!"
Very good, excellent!
Emrys suddenly remembered a famous line: "The law of victory… has been decided!"
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In the first ray of dawn, the classic U.S. muscle truck, Peterbilt, drove on a desolate road, with vast Gobi wilderness on both sides and tumbleweeds rolling in the yellow sand.
The flame-like patterns, burning like real fire in the sunlight, and the sky-blue background, made the entire truck look extremely imposing!
A carriage was dragged behind the truck. On the bumpy road, 'Skyfire', huddled in the carriage, finally couldn't bear it anymore and angrily shouted, "Optimus Prime, can't you find a flatter road? If it keeps shaking like this, this old man's bones will fall apart!"
It wasn't that he was deliberately looking for trouble, but... if it kept shaking, his old bones would probably fall apart before reaching the destination!
... I'll try my best. Optimus Prime was also very wronged. That's how the broken roads built by humans are; what could he do?
But considering that Skyfire's parts were probably not as firmly secured as Lego bricks, Optimus Prime reluctantly slowed down, trying to reduce the impact of the bumpy road.
However, this would take more time.
But when he thought that Bumblebee, Jazz, Ratchet, Ironhide, and Nightblade were all fighting the Decepticons in Jotunheim, and they were still wasting time, Optimus Prime was anxious.
"Commander, where are we going now?"
Optimus Prime was still a bit worried about his Autobot companions who went to the battlefield alone.
"Worried about them?" Emrys sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window and calmly said, "Don't worry, instead of worrying about them, why don't you... worry about yourself."
This sentence left Optimus Prime confused: "I don't understand what you mean, what is... worrying about myself?"
Although he hadn't spent much time with Emrys, Optimus Prime, who was quite familiar with human society, could still hear an unusual meaning in this sentence.
He suddenly had a hunch that this energy replenishment would not be an easy task either.
Beep beep!
Suddenly, Emrys lowered his head, looked at the communication, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "It's okay, you'll know soon."
The message was from 'Charlie'.
The content was simple: a coordinate. By inputting the latitude and longitude, it was easy to find the exact location, a secret military base somewhere in Chicago.
Good, found 'you'.
Emrys' lips curved into a smile. He brought Optimus Prime and Skyfire specifically, naturally not for humans. Moreover, to replenish the energy of these two, even draining a nuclear power plant wouldn't be enough!
So the question arose: since nuclear energy was too low-grade to meet the needs of Optimus Prime and Skyfire, what other method was there on current Earth besides the 'Allspark'?
He thought for a long time and found that there actually was one!
Hidden in the spaceship that crashed on the far side of the Moon were hundreds of space-transfer energy pillars that Sentinel Prime had specially stored to rebuild Cybertron. These transfer devices were essentially extremely high-purity energy bodies, and they were also Cybertronian technology, perfectly suited for energy replenishment.
Moreover, 'Sentinel Prime', as Cybertron's most renowned 'scientist' and prime, possessed knowledge that included the complete 'Space Bridge' technology, which was even more crucial!
The Space Bridge... was also one of his goals!
Thinking of this, to ensure no problems would arise, Emrys tapped the car's audio system: "Optimus Prime, if I need you to act against humans, what would you do?"
Optimus Prime was good in every way, except his moral compass was too strong.
Of course, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but in some situations, it could become a fatal weakness!
As expected, this question made Optimus Prime hesitate for half a second: "Commander, may I ask the reason? I am not questioning the correctness of your order, but I want to know the reason." "The other party is an enemy, is that reason sufficient?"
It was obviously impossible to completely change Optimus Prime's way of thinking in one go, and Emrys didn't want to do that either. An Optimus Prime without humanity would pose an even greater risk.
"I understand."
Optimus Prime's voice became firm.
Many people misunderstand Optimus Prime, believing that the image he portrays in movies, despite being a Cybertronian, leans more towards humans, unlike Megatron or Sentinel Prime. But is this really true?
In fact, Optimus Prime's adherence to his beliefs is correct. He starts from the weak, respecting humans even if their military strength is inferior to Cybertron's, but that absolutely does not mean his character is indecisive.
Once the enemy and target are clear, Optimus Prime is never timid!
This was also shown in the movie. When he lost the weakness of protecting humans, he single-handedly fought the three main Decepticon forces, even showing a one-sided advantage. If it weren't for his concern for Sam at the end, Megatron would probably have died!
Even his former teacher, upon discovering his betrayal, was unhesitatingly slain by Optimus Prime. This is the real Optimus Prime: compassionate towards the weak, but never cowardly!
The truck drove into downtown Chicago, heading towards the coordinates. A moment later, it stopped at a straight intersection. In front was a construction site, but the entrance was guarded by many fully armed soldiers.
"Commander, what do we do next?"
Optimus Prime asked.
Emrys sat in the passenger seat, too lazy to even lift his eyelids: "Ram through, no need for words."
"But... those are humans?"
Optimus Prime hesitated a bit. Although the humans inside were fully armed, they posed no threat to him. Was it a bit too cruel to just ram through them?
"Oh, I forgot to mention."
Emrys had already guessed he would have a psychological burden and calmly said, "After your sacrifice, these were the people who advocated defecting to the Decepticons, eliminating the Autobots, and even specially organized the 'NEST' combat team to deal with you. Ironhide was almost killed by them."
"!!!"
Good, no need to explain.
Optimus Prime's fury surged. He could pity the weak, but the premise was... they couldn't harm his companions!
Boom!
The roar of the engine echoed through the streets.
The tires rapidly frictioned against the ground, Optimus Prime's speedometer needle bottomed out, and the powerful horsepower burst forth, so much so that Emrys and Skyfire in the back compartment could clearly feel a powerful push akin to a rocket launching!
The tens of tons of heavy truck, at an off-the-charts speed, directly crashed into the gate of the secret base hidden in the city factory, and the guarding soldiers!
What is shock?!
This is it!
The guarding soldiers, seeing the heavy truck accelerating towards them, were instantly terrified and filled with fear!
For a moment, gunshots erupted!
However, the bullets hitting the vehicle seemed like mere tickles, all deflecting off the front armor.
The next second, chaos ensued!
The enraged Optimus Prime, like an iron bull, tore through several layers of anti-collision netting, and the human soldiers who tried to stop him were all crushed into pulp by the tires, flattened on the ground like asphalt!
"Autobots, roll out!!!"
With a thunderous roar, Optimus Prime transformed valiantly. His massive body reassembled, and to the horrified gaze of the human soldiers, an energy cannon, like a water bucket, erupted with explosive fire, blasting dozens of people, along with their cover, into the sky!
At this moment, Optimus Prime was like a God of War!
It was a cool transformation, but it seemed Optimus Prime forgot he was still pulling a carriage behind him during his transformation. This caused poor fire to be tossed and spun several times, almost sending her to an early demise!
When fire finally managed to crawl out of the overturned carriage, she saw Optimus Prime, like a god of war, firing cannons with his left and slashing with his right, slaughtering all around him, majestic and awe-inspiring!
"Wait, wait until this old man... recovers, then I'll show you!"
Propping herself up on her old bones, fire leaned on her cane and shouted, "Autobots, at... *cough cough*... attack!"
"Forget it, forget it, you old one should just stay put."
Emrys, standing nearby, couldn't bear to watch any longer. He stopped fire, who was about to charge, and said with a hand over his face, "In your current state, going up there would only add to ran for Optimus Prime."
Indeed. Although Optimus Prime was injured, he was still in his 'prime,' so dealing with a few humans was no problem. But fire was different; she'd lose three parts after two steps. Going up there would purely be counterproductive!
Despite fire's indignation, she silently compared her rusty body to Optimus Prime, who was slaughtering all around him, and finally could only sigh helplessly.
Who knew that she, too, was once the Decepticons' most powerful warrior, just like Optimus Prime?
On the other side, Optimus Prime easily broke through the human defenses.
But just then, the nearby wall suddenly collapsed.
A pitch-black metal shadow, like a leopard, pounced out from within, a curved, sharp blade slashing at Optimus Prime with ferocity and cunning!
This strike was timed extremely shrewdly!
It was precisely when Optimus Prime was relaxed and careless, and the angle chosen was so sharp that it made it difficult for him to dodge!
Emrys' eyes flickered, his psionic energy about to erupt, but then he heard an angry roar from beside him: "This old man has been waiting for you, you Decepticon scum!!!"
It was fire. She had, as if anticipating the Decepticons' sneak attack, already fired a fully charged energy cannon.
Boom!
A powerful kinetic force directly deflected the blade.
Optimus Prime also sensed the sneak attack from behind. As he turned, he charged a punch and slammed it into the attacker's face, sending them flying!
"*Cough cough*, see that? Optimus Prime... *cough cough*, you still have a lot to learn!" fire seemed to have regained her confidence, proudly raising her head, looking imperious.
Optimus Prime also broke out in a cold sweat. If not for fire just now, he would have died again. He immediately looked angrily at the person who had just ambushed him: "It's you... Barricade!"
The one who had suddenly ambushed him was Barricade, from the Decepticon faction. No wonder he was so good at sneak attacks!
Just as an enraged Optimus Prime was about to deal with Barricade, another shadow emerged from the shattered wall: "Wait, Optimus Prime."
That one sentence made Optimus Prime's movements freeze in place. He rigidly turned his head to look at the shadow.
Gazing at the familiar face and crimson body, Optimus Prime was stunned for a full half-minute, still seemingly unable to believe it: "Is it really you, Sentinel Prime!"
"It is I."
After a moment of silence, a complex emotion appeared in Sentinel Prime's eyes, but it quickly turned to determination.
Optimus Prime remained silent, then his gaze shifted to the Decepticon Barricade standing beside Sentinel Prime. He clenched his fists, his voice hoarse and low, as if the anger brewing in his chest surged out with it: "You joined the Decepticons... Why?!"
Emrys had told him, but he still found it hard to imagine that Sentinel Prime, once the great prime of the Autobots, would actually defect to the Decepticons!
How preposterous was this?
It was like someone discovering that the little mustache man hadn't died, only to turn around and join the neighboring polar bear—equally preposterous!
"Is the reason that important?"
Sentinel Prime sighed softly, slowly drawing his battle blade and shield, and looked at Optimus Prime: "If I told you that I did this... to rebuild Cybertron, would you agree?"
"Joining the Decepticons will rebuild Cybertron?!" Optimus Prime still held a last glimmer of hope that Sentinel Prime could see the error of his ways: "We have found a new path, we can still"
"By relying on humans?"
Sentinel Prime held his battle blade horizontally and gave a cold laugh: "Look at you now, Optimus Prime... This is the result of your trust in humans. I am different from you. I will use my own methods to rebuild a new Cybertron!"
"No, Sentinel Prime" On Optimus Prime's mechanical face, a few human-like expressions emerged, containing both anger at Sentinel Prime's betrayal of Autobot ideals and a deep sadness: "Have you forgotten what you once said?"
"I have not forgotten, Optimus Prime!"
Sentinel Prime drew his double-edged battle blades, his face devoid of any emotion, only firm resolve: "I am not wrong. I am merely using my own methods to rebuild our home!"
He was a prime, and his obsession was to revive Cybertron!
But the Autobots' rigid ideals had driven Sentinel Prime to despair. He knew very well that to revive Cybertron, what was needed was not peace, but resources—astronomical amounts of resources!
And humans would never provide them with massive resources for the revival of Cybertron. From the very beginning, there was no room for compromise between the two!
"You are too naive, Optimus Prime." Sentinel Prime tightened his grip on his battle blade, seemingly having finally made a decision. Killing intent surged in his eyes as he said in a deep voice, "I don't care about Autobots or Decepticons. I only care about Cybertron. This... is my ideal!"
Decepticons or Autobots!
As long as Cybertron could be revived, Sentinel Prime didn't care at all about so-called identity, stance, or faction!
To some extent, Sentinel Prime's philosophy was very 'pure'; all his actions were based on rebuilding his home and reviving Cybertron!
Clap, clap, clap!
Just then, the sudden sound of applause made the tense atmosphere suddenly relax considerably.
Sentinel Prime frowned and looked towards Emrys, who was applauding: "Are you the alien life form Megatron spoke of, coveting Cybertron?"
From his reaction, Megatron apparently hadn't said anything good, but Emrys didn't mind. He nodded slightly: "Hello, Lord Sentinel Prime, my name is Merlin Emrys. I hope you will remember this; it is very important."
"I don't care what your name is."
Sentinel Prime sneered, swinging his battle blade horizontally. A fierce gust of wind flew out, and shattered rocks, carried by the blade's wind, crashed into it.
However, the shattered rocks and blade wind were blocked by Optimus Prime, who then respectfully stepped back two paces after seeing Emrys' signal.
"Hmph, Optimus Prime, is this your choice?"
Seeing this, Sentinel Prime grew even more enraged, his gaze dark as he said, "To actually submit to an alien life form? Where is your prime's dignity?!"
"Excuse me, a brief interruption."
Emrys waved his hand and smiled: "Optimus Prime is no longer the Autobot prime, but rather a family Knight of the Emrys family, personally bestowed by me, Lord Sentinel Prime."
"You have fallen... Optimus Prime!"
Sentinel Prime became even more furious, tightening his grip on his battle blade.
"No, it is you who have fallen, Sentinel Prime." Optimus Prime disagreed, shaking his head and saying in a deep voice, "Lord Emrys has promised us that he will rebuild our home, Cybertron!"
"Ridiculous!"
Such deceptive nonsense, only Optimus Prime would believe it. Sentinel Prime naturally wouldn't. He sneered, then looked at Emrys with disdain: "You? A lowly creature like an ant, capable of saying... that you'll help us rebuild our home?"
"You don't believe me?"
Emrys wasn't angry at all, still smiling.
"Hmph, why should this old man believe you?"
Sentinel Prime stood proudly, his battle blade rotating: "Unless you can prove to me that you have the qualifications!"
"Alright, no problem."
The smile on Emrys' face grew even brighter: "Coincidentally, I am... best at convincing people with reason!"
Sentinel Prime naturally wouldn't take Emrys seriously.
Who was he?
The prime of Cybertron, the most brilliant scientist, who not only developed Space Bridge technology but also possessed a rare and exceptional combat prowess!
Forget about a mere alien life form; he didn't even care for Optimus Prime and Megatron.
The only one who could make him take things even slightly seriously was The Fallen.
"Lord Emrys, please allow me to fight!"
Optimus Prime said in a deep voice.
Despite being severely wounded, his eyes showed no fear as he stared directly at Sentinel Prime: "I will personally deal with this Autobot traitor!"
"Are you sure you can win?" Emrys tilted his head, his gaze falling on Optimus Prime, expressing his doubt.
"For the honor of the Autobots, for the glory of Merlin, I am willing to give my life!" Sure enough, as soon as Optimus Prime spoke, it was clear he lacked confidence, a clear foreshadowing of doom.
But it was understandable.
After all, the opponent was Cybertron's supreme ruler, the renowned Sentinel Prime, a true and genuine 'prime.' Even with a resolve to die, Optimus Prime wasn't confident he could defeat Sentinel Prime!
"Forget it, save your breath." Emrys looked Optimus Prime up and down, then shook his head: "In your current state, facing Sentinel Prime, you'd probably be torn into parts in less than three minutes."
Given Optimus Prime's current condition, saying three minutes… that was overestimating him.
If Sentinel Prime were serious, he could chop Optimus Prime into eight pieces in one minute, absolutely no exaggeration!
Sentinel Prime, in the animation, was one of the Thirteen Primes, an ancient Transformer on the same level as The Fallen.
Although he was downgraded a bit in the movie, that didn't mean he was weak!
On the contrary, even a fully powered Optimus Prime would have no more than a fifty percent chance of winning against Sentinel Prime.
In the movie, when Optimus Prime and Sentinel Prime fought, if Sentinel Prime hadn't been suddenly ambushed by Megatron at the last moment, Optimus Prime would probably have been cut into a human stick.
Even so, he still lost an arm, which showed Sentinel Prime's strength.
He couldn't bear to let Optimus Prime go to his death.
He was, after all, a prime-class Transformer, the spiritual prime of the Autobots.
If he died so easily, wouldn't that mean one less powerful 'Knight' mech?
In Emrys' eyes, every prime-class Transformer was an existence that could at least rival and match a 'Knight' mech of the Jiao Kui class or higher!
No one could refuse a 'Knight' mech!
Especially when one's own firepower was insufficient and they were deeply surrounded, when the roar of the Knight echoed through the comms, it was enough to ignite the passion of every person!
"Ignorant, arrogant!"
Sentinel Prime showed extreme disdain for Emrys' provocation, yet still showed the utmost respect.
His broad-bladed battle saber swept across, instantly kicking up fierce winds, and he lowered his center of gravity, clearly a fighting style specifically adapted for dealing with small, agile enemies: "I, Sentinel Prime, accept your challenge!"
Even a lion uses its full strength to fight a rabbit.
Although Cybertron didn't have this saying, the warrior blood flowing in his veins and his vast battle experience ensured that Sentinel Prime would never show any arrogance or haughtiness when facing any enemy!
Caution was a quality a warrior should possess!
"Please wait for me for a moment."
As he spoke, Emrys pulled out his treasured 'Oath Armor' from his private space.
Once he finished equipping it, holding the 'Execution Greatsword' in his right hand and the 'Chant Spear' in his left, fully armed, he nodded to Sentinel Prime: "Alright, let's begi—"
Just as the word 'begin' fell, the ground suddenly collapsed!
Emrys stomped hard on the ground, and with the combined explosive power of the Oath Armor and his biological armor, he shot out like a cannonball, trailing rolling air currents.
The blade, enveloped in a brilliant blue glow, cut directly through the airflow, and the pulverizing kinetic field on it was enough to cleave the hardest diamond!
However, facing Emrys' sudden attack, Sentinel Prime showed no panic at all.
Instead, he seemed to have anticipated it.
A sneak attack?
Don't be silly, he'd been prepared for that move!
From the moment he first saw Emrys, Sentinel Prime felt like he was looking in a mirror.
He didn't understand Emrys, but he understood himself!
The massive broad-bladed battle saber, carrying a terrifying momentum!
Infused with the power of a prime, it seemed to cleave mountains and split the earth, cutting through the turbulent airflow ahead and slamming into it fiercely!
Clang!!!
A large and a small, as the saber and sword clashed, an earth-shattering storm erupted, raging like a tangible force, plowing crisscrossing furrows into the flat ground!
The immense power bore down, and even with the amplification of his biological armor, Emrys was still no match, his feet sinking deep into the hard ground, his bones making a thunderous sound!
So heavy!
As the broad-bladed battle saber pressed down, Sentinel Prime's face lowered, his eyes fixed on him menacingly, and he actually grinned: "Good boy, just as I thought.
I'm starting to appreciate you!"
He knew he absolutely couldn't engage Sentinel Prime head-on.
The two sides weren't even the same species.
If it were Dreadnought, there might be a chance, but simply comparing strength, he was even weaker than a Space Marine.
He had to find another way.
But luckily, he never intended to go head-to-head with Sentinel Prime from the start.
He was just a human, and as a human, he should know there were limits!
"Is that all you've got?!"
Sentinel Prime continued to exert pressure, the broad-bladed battle saber rubbing and colliding with the Execution Greatsword, sparking dazzling fireworks, and a series of metallic clangs echoed through the factory ruins.
"As expected of Cybertronian technology…" Emrys' eyes narrowed slightly.
He hadn't expected that the Execution Greatsword, enveloped in a 'kinetic field,' wouldn't be able to cut through the battle saber in Sentinel Prime's hand.
What material was that thing made of?
He couldn't help but become more curious.
It didn't seem to have any special field, yet it could resist the kinetic field.
"Heh, you seem very surprised?" Sentinel Prime noticed the doubt in his eyes and laughed aloud: "You wouldn't think we Cybertronians are primitive, would you?"
The battle blade pressed against the Execution Greatsword, the pressure reaching its critical point.
Even with the help of psychic power, Emrys felt he was at his limit and immediately twisted the blade to deflect the force.
Boom!!!
The broad-bladed battle saber grazed Emrys and struck the building behind him!
Its overly sharp material actually made the reinforced concrete wall seem like butter, easily cut through, with the cross section being as smooth as a mirror!
"Good saber." Emrys retreated several steps, creating distance, and looking at the broken wall, he couldn't help but praise it.
"Boy, don't underestimate Cybertron."
Sentinel Prime brandished his battle blade, making a beautiful flourish, his eyelids slightly lowered, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny: "I am different from Optimus Prime.
In his era, much of Cybertron's technology had been lost, but I am different… The era I lived in was Cybertron's most glorious time."
"For example?"
Emrys looked at Sentinel Prime with interest.
This old guy seemed to be talking a bit too much.
"Thermal cutting weapons, in our era, were used for mining equipment." Sentinel Prime spoke with pride about Cybertron's peak period, but also with a hint of melancholy: "Your weapon, enveloped in some kind of field, this technology, during Cybertron's peak… it was nothing special!"
"Hahahahaha, what a coincidence, isn't it?"
Emrys wanted to laugh as he listened.
He shook his head, and as Sentinel Prime looked confused, he said: "See?
This power armor I'm wearing, in my world… it was also mining equipment used during a glorious past."
No wonder he felt a connection with the Transformers!
The technology of both Worlds was entirely archaeological.
To combine the words 'ancient' and 'advanced' was rare in all the heavens, and both the Transformers and the Imperium of Man had destroyed themselves!
Upon hearing this, Sentinel Prime frowned slightly, remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke: "Is that so?
It seems we both have a dark, heavy past."
Now!
Sentinel Prime, uncharacteristically, showed a hint of nostalgia, creating a momentary flaw, and Emrys, who had been prepared, immediately pulled out his plasma gun without a word and fired a shot!
Boom!
A searing, blazing ion plasma, trailing a dazzling, bright trajectory, blasted towards Sentinel Prime like a streak of light.
However, Sentinel Prime's reaction once again exceeded Emrys' expectations.
He was not surprised in the slightest; in fact, he seemed to have anticipated it, and brought up the large shield on his left arm in front of him.
Rumble!
The plasma struck the metal shield, its energy dissipating and crumbling.
Wisps of hot smoke rose, and Sentinel Prime slowly lowered his shield, a look of knowing on his face as he looked at Emrys: "Boy, sneak attacks are useless against me."
"Tsk, you're not letting up at all, old man."
Seeing the failed sneak attack, Emrys couldn't help but laugh.
He tilted his head and looked at Sentinel Prime: "As expected of someone with rich experience, you even blocked it the second time."
"Do you know why?"
Sentinel Prime seemed indifferent, even after being suddenly ambushed, he showed no anger, calmly looking at Emrys: "The reason is simple, in you… I see my shadow, the same unscrupulousness!"
"…I'll take that as a compliment."
Emrys slowly exhaled, his eyes burning with what seemed like flames, psychic energy surging around him.
A domain woven from lightning and ice suddenly expanded: "Next, you'll have to be careful!"
"Hmm?"
The inexplicably lowered temperature around them, and the strange phenomenon, brought a solemn expression to Sentinel Prime's face: "Telekinesis, like The Fallen? No… it doesn't seem to be entirely that.
What kind of power is this?"
"The power of the cesspit."
Emrys' voice fell, and psychic energy transformed into telekinesis!
Like an invisible hand, it squeezed the surrounding space, and a pressure surging from all directions made Sentinel Prime feel as if he was stuck in a quagmire, his movements becoming sluggish!
Damn it!
Sentinel Prime's pupils contracted slightly, instantly realizing Emrys' next intention, and he burst forth with all his strength, attempting to escape this area enveloped by 'telekinesis'!
"Trying to escape?"
Sensing Sentinel Prime's intention, Emrys took a deep breath.
The Chant Spear, infused with psychic energy, seemed to come alive, erupting in brilliant light, and he hurled it with maximum force, instantly piercing through space!
Sentinel Prime was Sentinel Prime after all; he actually forced his way through with brute strength, blocking the spear with the shield on his left arm!
Whoosh—!!!
Swift as a startled swan, a flash of light in an instant!
The Chant Spear, trailing a luminous trajectory, pierced directly through Sentinel Prime at an almost uncatchable speed.
His hard metal shield, moreover, was no match, shattering and crumbling!
The terrifying psychic power had been suppressed to its limit, but even so, it still destroyed the entire street, plowing a several-meter-wide gully!
Aeldari technology, number one in the world!
Although both were 'power weapons,' the 'Chant Spear' was clearly several times higher in grade than the 'Execution Greatsword,' and the runes carved by the Aeldari Farseer alone could make his psychic power climb exponentially!
"Not bad."
Sentinel Prime was knocked back several steps, his abdomen pierced by the 'Chant Spear.' From the torn metal wound, a liquid-like substance could be seen flowing out.
He then looked at Emrys, with a hint of confusion on his face: "I don't understand.
You clearly could have killed me with one blow just now, why did you deviate from your target?"
"Naturally, I need to keep you alive."
Emrys looked at Sentinel Prime and said calmly: "Your inherent value, your historical existence, is equivalent to the legend of Cybertron.
Moreover, the technology in your mind is very important."
"Heh heh, do you want to subdue this old man?"
Sentinel Prime was clearly not surprised; in fact, it was within his expectations.
He covered the wound on his abdomen and said calmly: "You are a smart person, and a smart person should understand one principle…"
As he spoke, Sentinel Prime stood up again, actively discarding the shield on his left arm, and a metal scepter fell into his palm.
A visible field enveloped his entire body.
Emrys was somewhat surprised, but he did not stop Sentinel Prime.
To be precise, he had already seen through Sentinel Prime's little scheme.
From the very beginning, this cunning old guy talked a big game, but his actions were precisely the opposite!
He kept saying he would kill him, but what about his actions?
He neither interrupted him from changing into the Oath Armor nor took the opportunity to sneak attack.
In fact, many times, he was talking about the glory of Cybertron, rather than single-mindedly attacking.
Very strange, isn't it?
Emrys also found it strange, but just now, he finally understood.
This old bastard, Sentinel Prime, was completely hedging his bets, on one hand seeing how capable the person who could make Optimus Prime submit truly was, and on the other hand, stalling for time while waiting for Megatron.
Very cunning, but also very fitting for a prime's choice.
It had to be said that, from this perspective alone, Sentinel Prime was indeed more suitable to be the prime of the Transformers than Optimus Prime!
As he spoke, Emrys saw that Sentinel Prime, enveloped by the field, had the metal parts of his body, which had been pierced by the Chant Spear, automatically regenerating!
???
Emrys' eyes widened.
No one said that Sentinel Prime, besides being a prime and a warrior, also moonlighted as a 'healer'!
"Don't be surprised, boy."
Sentinel Prime said calmly: "The era I lived in was Cybertron's golden twilight.
Many people used technology like this.
Don't compare this old man to children like Optimus Prime!"
"…Let's get straight to the point."
Emrys had a bit of a headache.
This old guy was too cunning.
It was clearly not an easy task to make Sentinel Prime submit easily, but he didn't want to waste time, nor did he want to cripple him, so he spoke: "What will it take for you to surrender?
I don't like to waste time."
Upon hearing this, Sentinel Prime remained calm, looking at Emrys, and slowly said: "It's simple.
Show this old man that you have the ability… to help us rebuild Cybertron."
"Alright, you said it."
Emrys' eyes narrowed slightly.
It seemed… the plan had to be moved up a bit.
He looked at Sentinel Prime, seemingly asking, but his tone was very certain: "You don't mind if I kill that annoying guy next to us, do you?"
He was referring, of course, to the Decepticon Barricade.
That guy was being ganged up on by Optimus Prime and Jetfire.
Although he was no match, luckily, both of his opponents were 'half-crippled,' a combination of the old, weak, and sick, so he could still hold on.
Sentinel Prime looked at Barricade and said coldly: "I don't mind."
Barricade: "???
No, are you sick?!
Barricade almost cursed out loud: You two fought for half a day, and I'm the one who suffers?!"