Presumably, at this moment, Optimus fully understood what it meant for the world to be treacherous and hearts to be wicked!
life is often more dramatic than drama itself. One moment, it was full of confidence, believing this wave was a guaraneed win, but who could have imagined that the next moment it would fall from heaven to hell.
The key issue was that these two seemed to have no reservations at all, showing no intention of concealing anything.
Are you kidding me?
In just a few minutes, Optimus's mind was almost short-circuited by a storm of thoughts.
Shouldn't the Decepticons and Sentinel Prime be on the same side?
How, in just a few sentences, did this shameless old bastard switch sides!
It was like originally watching a play, but in a blink of an eye, he became a character in the 'play' himself.
Moreover, if no surprises, this character would likely be getting his lunch box soon—a pure extra!
"Sentinel Prime, this isn't what we agreed upon!" Optimus immediately grew anxious, casting an angry glare: "Don't forget who woke you from your slumber. If you dare betray us, Megatron won't spare you!"
Looking at Optimus, who was clearly putting on a brave front but was weak inside, Emrys couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He turned to Sentinel Prime, a playful smirk on his lips: "It's threatening you. Sounds pretty scary, don't you think?"
"You seem to have misunderstood something, Optimus."
Facing Optimus's half-hearted threat, Sentinel Prime's reaction was calm: "If this old man wished, he could replace Megatron at any time. The reason for not doing so is entirely because, in my plan, he still has some use."
It's just a pity that Optimus overlooked one thing.
From beginning to end, Sentinel Prime chose to cooperate with the Decepticons not primarily because he was in a weak position.
Rather, compared to the Autobots, who adhered to a philosophy of 'peace' and fundamentally could not be collaborators, Sentinel Prime chose to cooperate with the more easily controlled Decepticons, instead of being forced to agree after being 'threatened'.
There was a decisive difference between the two!
"Aren't you going to prove it to me?" Sentinel Prime held the 'Matrix of Leadership', adopting a spectating posture, and glanced at Emrys: "This old man doesn't mind stalling for time, but your Autobot companions might not be able to last much longer."
"Oh, you guessed my plan?" Emrys was slightly surprised. This old guy couldn't be a worm in his stomach, could he?
"As I said, you and I are very similar, equally unscrupulous." At this point, Sentinel Prime, whether in sarcasm or self-deprecation, gently shook his head and sighed: "I can roughly guess some of your arangements, but I'm just not sure where your confidence lies."
"So, you deliberately held back the water just to see my 'confidence'?" Emrys said.
Very good, one look and you know Sentinel Prime used to do a lot of underhanded work, no wonder he could guess his thoughts.
"Because of Optimus Prime, I don't mind giving you a chance."
Sentinel Prime held the blade and turned his gaze to Optimus Prime: "I don't understand you, but I understand Optimus Prime very well. Although as a leader, he is undoubtedly unqualified, he is certainly not a fool. You can make the Autobots obey, and I'm very curious about the reason."
"So, you intended to bet on both sides from the start?"
Even Emrys had to admire Sentinel Prime's shamelessness.
"No, to be precise, it's three sides." Sentinel Prime said calmly: "If the Fallen wins, then I'll bet on him. From any perspective, even if it's to rule the universe, the Fallen will need my 'Space Bridge' technology."
Having technology makes one's words strong; no wonder he dared to talk about betting on three sides.
From this, it's not hard to see that Sentinel Prime's goal is very clear: he'll help whoever wins, except for the stubborn Autobot faction. Anyway, no matter which side ultimately wins, they'll need to help him achieve his wish of rebuilding Cybertron!
"Whether it's insidious or cunning, this old man doesn't care."
Sentinel Prime's face was impassive as he looked at Optimus Prime, enunciating each word: "What this old man cares about is only 'Cybertron'. So, if you want this old man to submit, then show me the 'reason' that allowed you to win over the Autobots, and your 'confidence'."
Even the most cowardly Transformer, being ignored like an NPC and listening to others discuss, would inevitably feel angry.
What's more, Optimus was originally short-tempered, and a blast of energy cannon shot towards Emrys. "Are you... pretending I don't exist?!"
Boom!
The airwave stirred by the energy cannon spread out, and smoke and dust filled the air.
However, Emrys was unharmed, holding the 'Chant Spear', and calmly watched him: "Optimus Prime, Jetfire, quickly finish the battle. Just leave him with one breath, I have a use for him."
Upon hearing this, Optimus Prime immediately intensified his offensive, his thermal cutting blades transforming into hand axes as he chopped at Optimus.
And Jetfire, assisting from the side, with his seasoned experience, occasionally fired a few energy blasts from blind spots.
Although the energy was very weak, like a tickle, it was incredibly annoying!
After being harassed a few times, Optimus's mood became even more agitated, and combined with thinking about Sentinel Prime's betrayal, he was thrown into disarray for a moment.
Seizing the opening, Optimus Prime swung his thermal cutting axe, directly severing one of Optimus's arms!
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Amidst the screams, the resentment in Optimus's heart spread wildly. He roared hysterically, still unwilling to give up, and threatened: "Sentinel Prime, I've already told all the Decepticons about your betrayal! If you don't save me, Megatron will surely come for you!"
"Oh."
Sentinel Prime remained unmoved, even letting out a cold laugh: "Megatron? When I was dominating battlefields, he was still a miner."
Seeing that there was no hope for rescue, Optimus's heart turned cold, and he was completely at his wit's end.
"Come on, I'll prove to you who the true Warrior is!"
Suddenly, Optimus roared, adopting a desperate stance, metal blades popping out of his arms: "In the name of the Decepticons, under the witness of Primus, I, Optimus, challenge you, Optimus Prime!"
Optimus Prime, who was about to chop off Optimus's head with an axe, slammed on the brakes upon hearing this.
The thermal cutting axe was barely half an inch away from sending Optimus to his end.
"Optimus Prime, have you forgotten Cybertron's traditions?!"
If he weren't a mechanical lifeform, Optimus would probably be sweating profusely by now.
On Cybertron, there was an extremely ancient tradition: a duel of honor, witnessed by 'Primus'!
After a brief silence, Optimus Prime ultimately couldn't get past his inner conflict, and silently retreated a few steps: "Alright, I accept your challenge. Under the witness of Primus, I will personally cut off your head!"
It worked!
Optimus secretly rejoiced. Sure enough, Optimus Prime was still so easy to 'manipulate'!
Only Optimus Prime would be willing to believe it; if it were Megatron, he would have definitely stabbed him without hesitation.
He suppressed the joy in his heart and adopted a fighting stance, but still somewhat uneasy, he added: "Optimus Prime, since it's a duel of honor, it's just between the two of us!"
"Of course."
Optimus Prime turned his head to 'Jetfire': "Please do not interfere in our battle."
"...Are you sure?" It was clear that even Jetfire was somewhat speechless at Optimus Prime's stubbornness and rigidity.
Anyone could see that Optimus had no intention of dueling him at all; he was completely using Cybertron's tradition as an excuse, looking like he was planning to run away!
But, it was precisely Optimus Prime who was foolish enough to fall for it!
Optimus Prime said nothing, his arms transforming into thermal cutting blades. Despite the severe damage to his body, he still displayed the demeanor of a leader: "Come on, under the witness of Primus, a battle of honor!"
"Too naive."
Sentinel Prime, seeing Optimus Prime's reaction, snorted contemptuously.
A duel for honor?
If it were him, that axe would have already come down. What was the point of all that talk?
"It seems you wish to express an opinion?" Emrys noticed Sentinel Prime's reaction, feeling that His anger at the situation was more prevalent. "Then what do you think it should be like?"
"From the moment one steps into war, everyone is evil. One must abandon so-called morality, values, and a sense of justice."
Sentinel Prime's gaze drifted, as if flying to the distant past, His tone extremely complex: "So-called morality, values, and a sense of justice are meaningless. War is war, and its ultimate goal is only one: victory by any means necessary!"
"Makes sense."
Emrys deeply agreed, nodding slightly.
Indeed, he and Sentinel Prime had good chemistry; they were both the 'shameless' type.
"So, you're not going to stop him?" Sentinel Prime seemed a bit confused, asking him, "What exactly are you planning to do?"
"No rush, he can't escape." Emrys appeared very calm, His gaze fixed on Optimus Prime: "Some truths, you can say them ten thousand times, but it's not as effective as letting him experience them himself, isn't it?"
Sentinel Prime immediately understood his thoughts: "You want to change Optimus Prime's mindset?"
"An attempt."
Emrys didn't mind Optimus Prime's flaws at times.
However, if he wanted to fight in the hellish Warhammer Universe, then he had to make choices. This was a good opportunity to train him.
In an instant, Barricade's accumulated energy cannon blasted towards Optimus Prime.
The terrifying cannon fire was dodged by Optimus Prime, who turned and sprinted, rapidly closing the distance with Barricade, attempting to end the battle instantly!
However, just as Optimus Prime approached, Barricade not only didn't try to dodge but actively fired his cannons and rushed forward.
Optimus Prime, with His size advantage, naturally wouldn't fear Barricade.
The thermal cutting blade swung out fiercely, and the air it cut through seemed to carry a trace of heat wave!
Leveraging His agility, Barricade skillfully avoided vital points, entering the forbidden zone in front of Optimus Prime, two energy cannons aimed at the Spark.
Just then, Optimus Prime roared, stepping forward and crashing into him.
Bang!!!
The smaller Barricade was directly sent flying backward by that Impact.
"Hahahahaha"
Barricade, flying backward in the air, let out a ferocious, mad laugh: "Optimus Prime, you didn't expect this, did you? This is my escape route!"
Barricade, flying into the air, fired both cannons continuously, using the powerful recoil to arc through the air and land dozens of meters away.
Such a strong sense of déjà vu!
Looking at Barricade flying backward, Emrys almost thought he had crossed over into another story.
"This guy really is escaping!" Jetfire angrily moved to pursue, but Optimus Prime was a step faster!
His arm transformed in an instant, as if He had anticipated this scene. Optimus Prime, expressionless, accumulated surging energy.
A half-meter-diameter scorching ball of light, dragging burning heat waves, shot through the air!
"No, no!!!"
Barricade, in mid-air, had no way to dodge at all.
He could only watch as that high-density thermal fusion energy cannon pierced through His chest!
Boom!!!
The terrifying thermal fusion cannon directly exploded the Transformer's body into a ball of fire in mid-air.
Barricade, who had a significant role in the movie, officially exited the stage, while Optimus Prime casually blew a puff of air and turned to Jetfire: "While I respect tradition, that doesn't mean I am foolish."
"It seems he's not as stubborn or foolish as you said."
Emrys greatly admired Optimus Prime's approach: seemingly giving an opportunity, but in reality, cutting off all retreat.
He gave you a chance, but you were useless. He saved face and gained respect. It seems Big brother Prime is a bit cunning!
[Killed Decepticon Transformer: Barricade]
[Acquired Source Power: 1500 units]
Looking at the pop-up notification, he nodded with satisfaction.
But it was also a bit strange; Starscream, as a subordinate, only had 1000 units of Source Power, while Barricade had 1500 units.
"Traveler, what's going on?" Emrys asked for the reason in his mind.
[Traveler, Source Power is essentially energy generated by changes in destiny, and it is not constant.]
[After 'Starscream's' death, his original future was transferred to 'Barricade', which is why there is an additional portion of Source Power.]
After hearing the Traveler's explanation, Emrys suddenly understood.
Sentinel Prime next to him was getting a bit impatient, His tone tinged with coldness: "Kid, as per your request, Barricade is dead. Now, how do you plan to show me?"
[Traveler, do you wish to anchor this world?]
"Yes."
Emrys was unhurried, a slight smile on his lips: "Rename it, Transformers universe."
[This world has been anchored for you and renamed: Transformers universe]
[Time-space travel permission has been enabled for you]
[Permission updated to LV.3]
"Very good."
Waiting for the anchoring to finish, Emrys turned to Sentinel Prime: "Now, it's my turn to show you."
Under the gazes of Sentinel Prime, Optimus Prime, and Jetfire, Emrys suddenly vanished from his spot, as if he had never been there.
"Where did he go?!"
Sentinel Prime's pupils suddenly constricted, revealing a look of shock.
His scanning program clearly detected no spatial fluctuation energy, which simply… overturned His understanding!
The next second, the vanished Emrys reappeared in his original spot.
Looking at the bewildered Sentinel Prime, he slightly raised his lips and snapped his fingers: "Apologies for the wait, everyone. Now is the moment to witness a miracle, please open your eyes wide!"
The originally clear sky was suddenly enveloped by a massive shadow!
Sensing the pressure from above, Sentinel Prime slowly raised His head. In His shocked gaze, a colossal battleship, hundreds of meters in size, a strange ring-shaped construct, was hovering over Chicago!
Then, the sky was pierced by several meteors, dragging scorching fire, plummeting directly to the ground!
A total of five metal drop pods crashed directly into the ruined factory!
A turbulent air current, laden with an Impact, spread out. Then, under Sentinel Prime's stunned gaze, about ten Space Marines, roughly two meters tall, heavily built, and clad in thick power armor, stepped out of the factory ruins with steady strides.
"Esteemed Lord Emrys, Supreme Commander!"
The leader, clad in Aquila-pattern power armor, said in a deep voice: "The Censure Chapter has arrived in the combat zone as ordered, awaiting your command!"
"Now, can it be proven?"
Emrys turned, looking at Sentinel Prime meaningfully: "Of course, if you don't think so, I can also let them talk to you."
"No need."
Looking at the main cannon of the ring-shaped battleship above His head, Sentinel Prime immediately made His choice: "I am willing to submit to you, Lord Emrys."
Are you kidding? If He didn't agree, that battleship would open fire!
He was a Transformer Leader, true, but He couldn't withstand an entire universe battleship being brought in!
Megatron led the Decepticons and the US Pacific Fleet directly into the Red Sea of Egypt, completely disregarding the dignity of sovereign nations and acting like a tyrant!
However, for the US, neither Egypt nor Jordan posed as great a threat as the Decepticons.
Bumblebee, monitoring the Decepticons' movements, immediately reported their whereabouts: "Attention, targets have appeared... Megatron, Shockwave, Soundwave, others unknown, are leading a large human army towards the Petra Temple in Jordan!"
An entire armored regiment of soldiers led the way, with an aircraft carrier fleet supporting them from behind. The scale was immense. If Egypt and Jordan hadn't been notified in advance, their leaders might have thought the US was coming for them.
But, as an experienced scout, Bumblebee keenly noticed that several Decepticons were missing from the ranks.
Blackout, Brawl, Scorponok, and Devastator were not among them, which immediately gave Bumblebee a bad feeling. He quickly issued a warning: "Bumblebee reporting, four Decepticons have not appeared, suspected of being hidden!"
Inside the Petra Temple in Jordan, the Autobots, who had concealed their presence, all turned their gaze to the only 'leader' present, Emrys, after receiving Bumblebee's warning.
"The Decepticons are approaching, what should we do?" Ironhide rubbed his hands together, as if he couldn't wait to fight the Decepticons!
"Calm down, Ironhide!" Emrys advised from the side: "I know you're excited right now, but we must obey the Commander's orders and absolutely not attack rashly."
"I... I was just talking."
Ironhide argued a bit indignantly: "Of course I know, I was just talking."
"Just bear with it a little longer." Emrys also knew that if there was one person who had suffered the most during this time, it was Ironhide.
Hunted by the Decepticons day in and day out, from north to south, he had faced danger countless times and almost died. He must have felt terrible and had long wished to fight back and kill the Decepticons!
But due to the Commander's orders, and their disadvantaged position, once exposed, they would not only fail to stop the Decepticons but would also be overwhelmed by the firepower of the human armored divisions and aircraft carrier fleets!
After a moment of hesitation, Emrys gave the order: "Everyone, disperse around the Petra Temple in Jordan as the center, to avoid concentrated fire. Wait for my command."
In fact, this was Jazz's first time receiving a command mission. He was more inclined to attack directly, but even if he was foolish, he understood the difference in firepower between the two sides.
If they were to attack, it's no exaggeration to say that in just ten minutes, the combined air, land, and sea firepower of humanity could melt them, along with an area of tens of kilometers around them!
Humans were technologically backward, but that didn't mean that Emrys could single-handedly push through the entire Pacific Fleet, not to mention the Decepticons lurking nearby.
"Do we need to disperse?"
Ironhide raised a question.
You know, the Matrix of Leadership was hidden inside the Petra Temple in Jordan behind them. If they dispersed, what if the Decepticons found it and forcibly took it away?
Regarding this order, although they didn't say it aloud, Emrys and Ratchet actually remained skeptical.
Their orders were to guard the Matrix of Leadership as much as possible until the next order, then activate the warp beacon. If they withdrew like this, wouldn't they be actively giving the Matrix of Leadership to the Decepticons?
Facing the doubts, Emrys' explanation was: "You don't really think the Decepticons don't know we're hiding here, do you?"
Then, he scrutinized them with a rather stern gaze: "Don't forget, this is war... not a game. We must consider the worst possible outcome to the greatest extent!"
"The Decepticons specifically assembled a human armored regiment. Do you think it's just for show? No... I can tell you very clearly, both the armored regiment and the naval fleet are specifically prepared for us!"
"You... you mean?"
Emrys seemed to guess what he was about to say.
"If it were me, whether the Autobots were hidden in the target area or not, I would still have the human armored regiment and fleet execute three waves of firepower saturation."
It was precisely because of this that Emrys could see the Decepticons' intentions at a glance from Bumblebee's report.
Of course, there was one more thing Emrys didn't say.
If it were the Imperium of Man, as long as resources were abundant, it would not hesitate to bomb the entire surface until nothing grew!
What kind of cover?
You and your ridiculous cover would be a joke under days or even months of continuous firepower saturation!
"But, wouldn't the Decepticons be afraid that the Matrix of Leadership would also be destroyed by doing this?" Ironhide's scalp tingled after hearing Emrys' words, and he couldn't help but ask.
"You need to understand one thing, Ironhide."
Emrys was very tired and suddenly understood Emrys's state of mind back then. The naivety of these Autobots was simply maddening: "Whether it's the Star Harvester or the Matrix of Leadership, they are the highest technological achievements of Cybertron. If they could be so easily destroyed by humans, there would be no need to fight for them!"
Ironhide immediately shut his mouth, and the Autobots quickly withdrew. Just a few minutes after they left, they saw groups of bombers sweeping across the sky!
The next moment, the armored regiment's tank clusters and the bombers in the sky began a widespread, continuous bombardment of the Petra Temple in Jordan!
Dense, rain-like shells, carrying a torrent of steel, slammed into the Petra Temple in Jordan with extremely high density. Incendiary bombs, aerial bombs, Sidewinders, Tomahawks... countless munitions were unleashed upon this ancient ruin!
Boom! ! !
For a moment, the earth shook, and fire shot straight into the sky!
Rolling flames, carrying scorching heatwaves, pushed a giant mushroom cloud hundreds of meters high into the clouds. The entire Petra Canyon in Jordan seemed to tremble, and the earth wailed!
Megatron looked at the area covered by artillery fire, a sinister sneer on his face: "That's it, bomb them to hell! I want to see... where the Autobots can hide!"
After so many years of fighting, he had long understood the Autobots' temperament; they always liked to ambush, hiding in alleys and behind cover, using their superior vision to fight outnumbered battles.
But this time, he wasn't going to humor the Autobots.
Street fighting?
The premise is that there must be alleys to hide in!
"I'll flatten the entire canyon; let's see where you can hide then!" Megatron sneered inwardly. Now he had the advantage, and since it wasn't his own property being squandered, why worry about the human army?
Why take risks when it could be solved with superior firepower?
Meanwhile, the Autobots, who had followed Emrys' orders and dispersed earlier, hiding further away, were dumbfounded. Ironhide, in particular, looked at Jazz with an expression of admiration: "Amazing... How did you guess the Decepticons' plan?"
""
Emrys, very uncharacteristically, felt a sense of weariness. He said weakly over the comms: "Isn't this basic war common sense? Haven't you ever fought before?"
"Uh, we used to just charge in directly." Ironhide said honestly: "Find a place with lots of cover, then wait for the Decepticons to fall for it, and then charge in and fight them."
"Omnissiah above"
Jazz clenched his fist, feeling a screw somewhere tighten, and gritted his teeth: "Don't tell me... that's your tactics?"
"Yeah, what else?"
Ironhide's single sentence almost made Jazz crash.
After a long silence, he barely managed to recover, reciting binary prayers in his mind, otherwise, he truly feared he wouldn't be able to suppress that evil fire!
At this moment, Jazz finally understood Emrys.
Why were the Autobots almost killed by the Decepticons?
With such crude tactics, it's a miracle they're still alive. They should really thank Primus for protecting them!
The earth-shattering barrage of firepower lasted for a full half an hour, with hundreds of thousands of shells, like a torrential downpour, almost completely submerging the canyon!
The black smoke ignited by gunpowder roared like a malevolent dragon!
Everywhere the eye could see was burning flames, and the scorching heatwave, accompanied by the ground's tremors, made the atmosphere and the sky seem like a purgatory, illuminated by the terrifying firepower!
This scene was like the end of the world!
Gazing at the completely destroyed ancient city, Megatron's face revealed a smile, as if he was deeply engrossed, and he took a deep breath.
The pungent smell of gunpowder and the scene of destruction in his eyes made him extremely satisfied: "Very good, this is what I want to see. Now... it's our turn."
Immediately, he called a halt to the firepower coverage.
Of course, he didn't forget to praise: "Well done... Charlie, you are an excellent officer. After I conquer this world, I will allocate a special living area for humans, and you will have the highest administrative authority."
Inside the warship, Charlie listened to the praise from the Decepticons, but his expression remained unchanged: "It is my honor to serve you, lord Megatron."
Then, after the communication ended, Charlie expressionlessly gave the order: "Notify the fleet, cease shelling."
After the shelling stopped, the Decepticons, led by Megatron, charged into the ruins.
"Find the Matrix of Leadership." Megatron ordered his subordinates to disperse, but suddenly heard a deafening noise amidst the burning flames!
It was the sound of a chainsaw rattling and vibrating!
In an instant, Megatron, worthy of being the leader of the Decepticons, immediately transformed his arm into a blade and blocked the attack!
Clang!
Fiery sparks exploded before his eyes!
A dark blue figure appeared in Megatron's sight, it was indeed the Autobot 'Nightblade'.
"Sure enough, I knew you would show up."
After blocking the chainsaw sword's strike, Megatron's gaze was gloomy. Although he was surprised by the weapon's overly exaggerated design, he still scoffed dismissively, sneering, "Just like annoying insects, no matter how much you kill, you can't get rid of them completely!"
"I've been waiting for this moment!" Nightblade seized the only opportunity, attempting to take down Megatron in one fell swoop.
They couldn't wait for orders, nor could they just watch the Decepticons snatch the Matrix of Leadership, so they could only choose to ambush.
However, the plan was good, but Megatron was no pushover. After all, he had been through countless battles on Cybertron, so how could he be compared to a mass-produced Bonecrusher?
Nightblade's chainsaw sword roared, its heavy blade constantly pressing down on Megatron, forcing him to retreat step by step.
Even so, it was clearly impossible to kill Megatron in a short amount of time.
"Shockwave, Soundwave!" Megatron wanted to call for help, but then he saw that his two Officers were also entangled by the Autobots.
It turned out that Ironhide, Ratchet, and Bumblebee, along with a large number of mass-produced Autobots, were desperately holding back these two Officers.
Want support?
Clearly, it was impossible!
The situation suddenly seemed to become even more unfavorable for the Decepticon side.
"Don't even think about running, you damned heretic!" As soon as Nightblade saw the 'heretic', he seemed to possess an inexhaustible brute force, and the already extremely brutal chainsaw sword became even more ferocious in his hands.
Megatron was shocked, but not in the least flustered.
"Heh, I've been waiting for you to jump out!" He sneered, and in his right hand, a device appeared that Nightblade was extremely familiar with.
"That's... a Warp Beacon?!"
Nightblade's pupils constricted, instantly guessing his intention.
But it was too late to stop him. Megatron fiercely pressed the Warp Beacon: "You're finished, Autobots!"
Boom!!!
Violent spatial energy erupted like a geyser!
An extremely brilliant, dazzling pillar of energy light directly shattered the clouds and fell from the sky!
Amidst the surging and turbulent energy, countless flying sand and stones, accompanied by a shockwave, spread out.
"Not good." Nightblade's heart immediately sank. Gazing at the pillar of light that almost tore through the sky, carrying terrifying energy, and falling before him, he decisively made a judgment: "Autobots, retreat!!!"
In this situation, the combat power was extremely unfavorable for them!
Nightblade wouldn't be so arrogant as to think he could rival a 'Prime', so based on the current situation, retreat was the best option!
The rest of the Autobots, despite their reluctance, had already proven the correctness of Nightblade's orders through his actions.
Taking advantage of the smoke stirred up by the 'energy pillar', the Autobots instantly disengaged from the battlefield and re-entered concealment.
Amidst the vast energy, the dark Fallen, like a daemon, stepped out, his crimson eyes scanning the entire scene, finally letting out a sneer.
"Hmph, did they escape?"
The Fallen sneered, not bothering to chase the fleeing Autobots.
In his eyes, the Autobots were not important; the only things that mattered to him were the lost Matrix of Leadership and the Sun Harvester!
"My master, should we pursue them?" Megatron lowered his head and asked.
"No, there's no need to pursue them." The Fallen stepped into the temple, instantly finding the Matrix of Leadership that had once been sealed by his 'companions'. He spread his five fingers, and the crescent moon-like device flew into his hand: "Yes, this is what I want."
His gaze shifted to the several metal bodies that had long since died. The Fallen manipulated the force field, crushing them!
The metal turned to dust and scattered, and the Fallen felt much more pleased: "My 'companions' who once betrayed me, alas. You won't see this scene, but I will once again rule Cybertron!"
"Now, it's time to reclaim my lost 'authority'!"
The Fallen, holding the Matrix of Leadership, flew directly towards the pyramid.
Megatron, Shockwave, and Soundwave followed closely, all arriving at the pyramid, gazing at the 'Prime' who was like a god.
At the top of the pyramid was the Sun Harvester, which had been dormant for tens of thousands of years!
The Fallen gazed at the Sun Harvester, his eyes filled with ecstasy: "Finally, I can finally... get rid of this rusty body!"
Even a 'Prime', after tens of thousands of years without energy replenishment, had already weakened to an extreme degree.
He had to harvest the Sun's energy to restore himself to peak condition!
Rumble.
The Sun Harvester, with the Matrix of Leadership embedded, suddenly began to operate.
A terrifying force field, accompanied by a strong light, immediately surged into the sky, and amidst the constantly expanding ripples, terrifying energy surged.
The clouds thinned, and the light in the sky seemed to dim, with only that terrifying energy! A scene like the end of the world fell upon human eyes.
But it was also noticed by Charlie on the Pacific Fleet, who imperceptibly gave a look.
His subordinates, who were accompanying him, immediately understood its meaning and quietly blocked the entrance to the command room.
Now is the time!
This was the moment he had been waiting for, and it had finally arrived!
Charlie's eyes narrowed slightly, and silently, he pulled out a pen from his jacket, then pressed his thumb on the top.
Zzzzt!
An electromagnetic wave surged out!
The Falcon, originally sent by Soundwave to monitor, was instantly paralyzed, and the few soldiers beside Charlie destroyed it without hesitation.
This sudden scene left everyone in the command room, including the Captain, completely bewildered, unsure of what had happened.
After dealing with the monitoring Transformer, Charlie was very calm, as if he had just done a trivial thing, and then turned his gaze to the Captain: "Now, please aim the electromagnetic pulse cannon at the coordinates and fire, Captain."
"You, you're crazy?" The Captain's eyes widened, and he cried out in horror: "The Fallen is at those coordinates!"
"I'm not crazy, I'm very clear-headed."
Charlie said indifferently: "This is my order, immediately redirect the electromagnetic pulse cannon, aim at the Fallen's coordinates and fire, Captain."
"No, I can't do that!"
The Captain was almost insane, his face pale: "If we shoot the Fallen, the Decepticons will kill us. I am the Captain, I cannot allow you to do this!"
"Now, I am the highest officer."
Charlie's eyes were icy cold, and his originally somewhat gentle demeanor suddenly underwent a drastic change, like a ferocious beast ready to devour someone, his pupils glinting with chilling murderous intent: "I, Charlie Zehton, in the name of the highest military officer of the United States, command you... to fire the electromagnetic pulse cannon at coordinates 752.345. I will not repeat this a third time!"
"No, I can't do that!"
The Captain's face was filled with terror, and he retreated several steps in horror, his pupils constricting sharply, his voice becoming distorted: "You... if you do this, you will drag all of humanity into the abyss of war!"
To be an enemy of the Decepticons?
Don't be ridiculous, the Decepticons currently held a comprehensive advantage, the Autobots were pushed to the brink of despair. At this moment, to turn against them and attack the Decepticons, the consequences would be unimaginable!
In the Captain's view, Charlie Zehton was simply a madman. He had already been recognized by 'Megatron' and promised future status and honor, so why risk rebellion?!
What was the point of doing this?
However, Charlie was clearly unwilling to waste words with him, drew the pistol from his waist, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger in one fluid motion.
Bang!
The bullet pierced the Captain's head, splattering viscous red and white matter onto the warship deck.
Blood splattered, staining Charlie's general's uniform, but the gold stars on his shoulders seemed to shine even brighter: "Now, in the name of the Supreme Commander, I officially take over command of the Pacific Fleet. Does anyone have any questions?"
In the fleet's command room, there was instant silence.
The last person to voice an opinion had already been shot in the head, becoming a living example, so who would dare to offer an opinion now?
"Very good, since no one is speaking, that means everyone agrees." Charlie nodded slightly, gave a look to the few people around him, then looked at the people in the cabin and said slowly: "I know you don't understand why I'm taking this risk."
"Whether you understand or not, I only have one thing I want to tell you." He took in all the fear in their eyes and on their faces, and said: "We are soldiers. Words like 'defending the country' might sound a bit too hypocritical to you, and what I want to say is different from those politicians."
He paused for a few seconds, and in the appropriate atmosphere, the pause and silence could make the listeners more engrossed. Charlie had read speeches by politicians during world War II, so he was very familiar with this.
Seeing that everyone in the command room had emerged from their initial fear and were now attracted by his words, Charlie continued: "I won't tell you to sacrifice your lives to protect the so-called country. I just want to tell you one thing... the machine the Decepticons are looking for is called the Sun Harvester."
"Do you see the Sun in the sky?"
Charlie pointed to the bright Sun outside the porthole, his tone suddenly intensifying, like thunder erupting from his chest: "They want to destroy the Sun, our Sun!"
"Perhaps many of you don't know what destroying the Sun means to us, but that's okay... I'll tell you!"
"Once they destroy the Sun, it means... all of us will die!"
Charlie's voice suddenly became booming, his veins bulging on his face, his clenched fists vigorously waving, roaring like a madman: "Imagine, your family, friends, even your daughters, will freeze to death! Their bones will be dragged away by the Decepticons to be used as fuel, to ignite their homes. Do you... want to see such a thing happen? Answer me!"
"No... we don't!"
Everyone's voices were a bit weak, but Charlie didn't mind. His eyes were wide with anger, veins bulging on his neck, his vocal cords hoarse from overuse: "I can't hear you! Answer me... do you want to see your children, family, friends, become slaves to those damned machines?!"
"No!"
This time, everyone's emotions were stirred.
Everyone's faces were flushed, and they roared with earth-shattering anger!
"Very good."
Charlie subtly let out a sigh of relief.
Before this, he actually had no certainty. Under the surveillance of Soundwave's reconnaissance troops, he had little chance to deeply control the mid-to-low-level Officers and soldiers, so he could only take a gamble!
But luckily... he won the bet!
Megatron's biggest mistake was underestimating human courage. Their individuals were weak, far less powerful than Transformers, but precisely because of this, they learned to unite!
Whenever humanity faced disaster, there would always be courageous individuals, like shining stars, blazing a trail on the barren, dark, thorny plains!
This, is humanity!
Charlie's heart was filled with heroic spirit, his gaze like a knife, and he took a deep breath, as if to expel all his strength with these words: "fire!!!"
"Yes, Admiral Charlie!"
The soldiers, whose courage had been fully ignited, all began their operations.
Rumble.
On the ship's deck, the electromagnetic cannon, which resembled a 'turtle shell', immediately changed direction.
"Bearing, due east, enter coordinates!"
"Coordinates locked!"
"Fire!"
Boom—!!!
A special projectile, loaded onto the rail, was electromagnetically accelerated and launched with a sudden burst!
With a force several times the speed of sound, accelerated by electromagnetic coils, it exited the barrel like a scorching meteor, dragging a terrifying air current, immediately plowing a gully in the sea, and launching with an earth-shattering roar!
A piercing shriek crossed the coastline, even penetrating the air along its path, forming layers of explosive sound waves!
Amidst the substantial-like spreading airwave sound, the Fallen, who had concentrated all his attention on activating the 'Star Harvester', realized it was too late to dodge when he perceived the terrifying cannonball.
"???"
The Fallen was utterly bewildered. What was happening?
Didn't Megatron say that human armies and nations had already become their slaves?
However, the threat posed by that cannonball was definitely enough to warrant his serious attention.
Spark energy surged from his chest, and a terrifying murderous intent erupted from the Fallen's crimson eyes, as an invisible field instantly enveloped the surroundings.
In the second before it was hit, he used the field to 'deflect' the cannonball's trajectory.
Bang!!!
The cannonball grazed past the Fallen, and the immense kinetic energy it contained tore off a part of his body!
"Ahhh!!!"
Anger and pain flooded his neural matrix, causing the Fallen to roar: "Humans—!"
He was a great Transformer Prime, one of the first beings created by Primus!
And now, he was actually ambushed by despicable humans?
The Fallen's rage was far beyond words. He gripped the Void Scepter, wantonly spreading his field, crushing all the tanks and armies below into dust!
In fact, not only was the Fallen bewildered, even Megatron hadn't expected humans to be so bold!
First, they betrayed the Autobots, and then, at this moment, they betrayed the Decepticons!
Of course, the most surprised should have been the humans. The Army Major General, the Commander, was so angry he nearly ground his teeth to dust.
"What in the world are those bastards from the Pacific Fleet doing?!"
He roared in fury, his eyes bloodshot.
The Major General wanted to explain, but the Decepticons simply wouldn't listen to human explanations.
Their wrath was wantonly unleashed upon the Army, and countless soldiers died tragically. The Major General, witnessing this scene, was seething with rage.
"Very good."
Charlie looked at the constant stream of questions and curses in the channel, expressionless.
His power was weak, and he was under surveillance, so he had no time or spare capacity to rally more troops.
Therefore, he could only choose a more 'cruel' method.
There was no need to 'win over' the Army, nor to inform them of the plan, because once the Pacific Fleet began its actions, in the eyes of the Decepticons, it would mean that the entire human army had betrayed them.
The Decepticons were arrogant, but precisely because of this, they would not listen to the explanations of lowly humans.
Everything proceeded exactly as Charlie had predicted; the moment the Decepticons were shelled, their wrath would rightfully be unleashed upon humanity, and the Army before them was the best 'target'.
It was cruel, requiring the sacrifice of hundreds, even thousands of lives.
But in Charlie's eyes, this was a 'sacrifice' that had to be made for 'victory'.
Now, the timing was just about right.
Presumably, even those Officers who were still hesitant, after witnessing this scene, would decisively choose to betray.
Because, from the very beginning, they had no choice.
Charlie had pushed everyone, step by step, onto this ship. Now, everyone was in the same boat.
Whether they were the surrender faction or the fence-sitters before, now they could only follow him, going down the same path to the end. "Admiral Charlie, what should we do now?" the highest-ranking person in the command room asked.
Faced with the angry questioning from 'friendly forces', everyone was caught off guard and could only look expectantly at their pillar of strength.
"Wait a moment."
Charlie pulled out his phone from his pocket, made a call, and simply said a few words: "Yes, now is the time. I'm counting on you all. In the name of humanity, let us unite once again under the same flag."
After hanging up the phone, he walked up to the communications officer and said indifferently: "Open the all-military communication channel. Clear communication will suffice."
The communications officer immediately complied, opening the all-military clear communication frequency.
"I, Charlie Zedong, in the name of the current highest military officer of the United States, declare to the entire military!"
Charlie cleared his throat and spoke into the communication channel: "In the name of humanity, I ask you all... for our future, for the future of humanity, take up your weapons and fire upon the Decepticons!"
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, the Army was instantly bewildered, and the Major General was also shocked.
The fire in Megatron's eyes was almost tangible, as if about to erupt: "Charlie, you... dare to betray me?!"
However, his voice continued to emanate from the all-military communication channel.
It was steady, yet laced with a certain passion capable of stirring hearts, much like that world War II painter of old.
"Humanity should not be slaves to the Decepticons!"
"We must Fight for freedom! Fight for our families! Fight for the future!"
"This is not a military order, but my, Charlie Zedong's, suggestion as a human being: do not let our children be born as slaves to those machines!"
"You are humanity's last courage, soldiers... Now, not for the sake of the nation, I ask you to make a choice: to Fight for humanity, home, and future, or to become cowardly, shameful slaves!"
"Humanity... never surrenders!"
The voice from the Pacific Fleet was like a spark, instantly igniting morale.
It completely became... a raging inferno capable of sweeping across the plains!
Not for the nation!
But, to Fight for the future, for humanity!
"All ships, attack!!!"
Hundreds of fighter jets took off, like dense raindrops. The entire sky was suddenly occupied by human planes. Even the Decepticon Transformers were greatly shocked when they saw this scene.
What's going on?!
How did humans betray them again in the blink of an eye?!
The Army, already brimming with fire, upon hearing the declaration from the Pacific Fleet, angrily turned their guns and cannons, unleashing fire upon the Fallen and the Decepticons!
"F*ck, we should have done this a long time ago!!!"
The bearded Army General roared ferociously, throwing his beret to the ground, his eyes filled with fanaticism: "Did you hear that, boys... Hit them hard, let those sons of bitches mechanical lifeforms see our strength!"
"Let these bastards witness the power of humanity!"
At this moment, humanity was united under a single banner.
The various nations located in the Middle East poured all their resources into dispatching fighter jets; a dozen different models of warplanes, some even dilapidated, emblazoned with their respective national flags, swept across the sky, trailing cloud-like waves.
Those pilots would no longer attack each other.
At this moment, at least for this second, they were no longer enemies, but comrades, sharing one name: Humanity!
The roar of the fighter jet engines shrieked through the sky, like an arrow formation of wild geese, fearlessly launching a desperate Impact against the Decepticons!
"Megatron."
The Fallen, standing atop the pyramid, looked at the sky-darkening swarm of fighter jets, a hint of impatience and coldness showing on his face: "Shoot down these annoying bugs for lord and show lord your loyalty and ability."
Just now, caught off guard, he was hit by humanity's 'electromagnetic pulse'.
Although he had deflected his 'trajectory' in advance, he was still inevitably heavily injured. While it was nothing serious for him, he still needed a few minutes to recover, and restarting the 'Star Harvester' also required time.
"Yes, My master."
Megatron then turned his gaze to the human fighter jet formation in the sky: "Soundwave, shoot down these bugs for lord!"
Soundwave's reconnaissance unit swarmed out, metal-like falcons and vultures shrieking as they flew into the sky.
As the saying goes, when rivals meet, the brave one wins!
"Come on, you damned bastards!"
A Su-35 fighter jet led the charge. Although it was a product of the last century, under the design philosophy of 'brute force makes it fly', it was still a rare and excellent warplane. Its engine spewed hot exhaust flames as it directly dived down!
The next moment, missiles launched simultaneously, trailing smoke as they flew towards those mechanical creations resembling vultures and falcons.
However, for human-produced missiles to hit those extremely small Transformers, the difficulty was no less than threading a needle with a cannon.
Boom! Boom!
Missiles exploded in the air, but those extremely small Transformers nimbly dodged the Impact.
In an instant, they fiercely pounced, tearing at the warplanes!
Steel was as fragile as paper under their claws. In a flash, dozens of warplanes fell, plummeting like meteors.
Soundwave and Megatron also simultaneously transformed into fighter jet forms, flying high to hunt down those humans who dared to betray them again, like lowly insects, existences that could be crushed with a single foot!
Each time an energy cannon fired, it represented the fall of a human aerial elite.
It takes a nation a great deal of time and experience to train a pilot, let alone an experienced combat pilot.
But here, experienced pilots were falling every minute, every second!
Dragging fire like raindrops, like meteors streaking across the sky, wasn't that extremely brilliant yet tragic scene the highest manifestation of human courage and will?
Each fighter jet, originally intended for beyond-visual-range combat, actively moved forward at this time, choosing to dogfight with the Decepticons!
That was the most brutal 'dogfight' in aerial warfare!
Yes, radar couldn't lock onto Transformers, and missiles couldn't possibly hit them, so what other way could they defeat their opponents?
No communication was needed, no orders were needed; every experienced pilot knew there was only one way!
"Charge! Charge!"
"Don't mind them, just charge through!"
"Our target is that monster atop the pyramid. We absolutely cannot let him destroy our home!"
Relying on an absolute numerical advantage, hundreds of warplanes swarmed in, as if carrying the surging will of humanity.
Amidst shouts, they actually tore through the Decepticon's defenses!
"This is impossible!" Soundwave's pupils constricted. Even he, who had always looked down on humans, was stunned by the will of those people: "Are these guys completely unafraid of death?!"
The human warplanes were not afraid of damage at all. Even if they were hit, even if they were about to crash the next second.
They would still pilot their warplanes, striving to reach the top of the pyramid, even if they could only get one meter closer!
This was destined to be an extremely tragic scene.
Humans, at a cost of ten for one, at an almost tragic price, successfully broke the aerial blockade! Soundwave's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to give chase, Megatron quietly held him back, lowering his voice and saying faintly: "There's no need to pay attention. With The Fallen's ability, those bugs simply cannot succeed. Our goal is to intercept the remaining Autobots."
Yes, besides human warplanes, Autobots had also infiltrated among them, attempting to break through the blockade from the ground.
But Soundwave was extremely intelligent and immediately heard an unusual meaning in Megatron's words: "My master, you"
"Execute the order." Megatron interrupted Soundwave, saying meaningfully: "We should trust lord The Fallen, shouldn't we?"
So, they shifted their target and went to find the Autobots on the ground.
But this meant that the air blockade was completely abandoned. More human warplanes surged towards the pyramid, and The Fallen immediately became furious: "Megatron, I shouldn't have trusted your ability. You can't even stop these bugs. You're utterly useless!"
But looking at the overwhelming hundreds of human warplanes, even The Fallen found it troublesome.
The next moment, he directly manipulated gravity within a few hundred meters, stopping all the planes, missiles, and other objects attempting to charge at him, right where they were!
"You lowly bugs, what good is it even if there are more of you?"
The Fallen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered. Then, he suddenly clenched the matter.
As his five fingers closed, the enormous gravitational field surrounding hundreds of meters suddenly collapsed, crushing dozens of warplanes and those missiles into 'iron pancakes'. A terrifying explosion, accompanied by an Impact, burst open in mid-air!
Boom!
It was like a scorching Firework, dazzling and mesmerizing.
"Is this guy really a god?" A pilot couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.
"Do you see? You lowly bugs!" The Fallen could easily hack into human communications. He enjoyed their fear, revealing a ferocious smile: "This is the gap between us. I am... God!"
However, the next second, a furious voice came through the channel.
"Bullshit, shut your stinking mouth, you son of a bitch!"
"I only have one God, and you're just a fucking piece of shit! Brothers, charge with lord!"
The pilot who shouted that, fearlessly flying his warplane, dived down again: "Lord will show you now that Middle East pilots are the best in the world, we are the most formidable pilots!"
Boom!
But in a flash, the brave words turned into dust.
Completely disappearing in the explosion, The Fallen grinned, as if he had merely squashed a fly.
But his laughter did not last long, because the roar of the warplanes, like an ear-splitting buzzing, completely dominated everything!
Miscellaneous languages, filled with anger, entered The Fallen's ears through the communication radar.
"Allah will protect lord!"
"God bless!"
"Allahu Akbar!!!"
Although their languages were different, their beliefs were different, and their skin colors were different, at this moment, they were all Heroes of humanity!
Perhaps some Middle East countries' planes were outdated, but from the moment they sat in the cockpit, they held a determination to die. Man and machine became one... transforming into a deadly 'bullet', whistling as it plummeted from the sky, crashing towards The Fallen atop the pyramid.
If one wasn't enough, then two, ten... a hundred!
At this moment, The Fallen's expression gradually stiffened.
Wait, aren't they afraid of death?
Why, knowing it's certain death, do they still charge at him?
This doesn't make sense!
He could manipulate gravity, but there were limits after all.
How could he withstand the dive-bombing of hundreds, even thousands of warplanes, and the fearless charge of ground armored divisions?!
"Humanity, will prevail—!"
The screaming dive of the warplanes, carrying the will of humanity, crashed into the gravitational field!
Neither the Fallen nor the Decepticons could understand why these lowly, weak humans, like insects, would launch suicidal attacks against them without fear of death!
No, it shouldn't be like this!
Humans... aren't they all afraid of death? Just like in Los Angeles, they should have knelt and submitted to them in the face of the fear brought by death!
However, the scene before them shattered some of the 'stereotypes' the Fallen and the Decepticons had about humans.
Humans, it seemed, were not afraid of death, nor were they afraid of their power; instead, their inherent ferocity had been ignited!
Yes, since the birth of humanity, counting from the ape-men, there has been a long history of millions of years. In that ancient history, humans overcame countless hardships and grew in blood and fire to this day!
Humans have never lacked courage!
And at this moment, courage was actualized. Under Charlie's 'Declaration of Humanity,' the entire Pacific Fleet, and even humanity's armed forces, were twisted into one rope, unleashing a power strong enough to shock the Fallen and the Decepticons!
At this moment, the power named Courage and Glory was personally composed by humans into a hymn!
In the sky, engines and wings cut through the air. Hundreds of pilots, with a desperate resolve, piloted humanity's 'wings,' like Icarus in ancient Greek mythology, who, knowing he was doomed, still harbored dreams, embarking on a path destined to be burned to ashes!
Boom!
The first explosion, flames wrapped around burning plane debris, like a dazzling burst of fireworks, bloomed at the top of the pyramid.
But, closely following, were a larger number of human Heroes who had cast aside life and death. They shouted in languages of different countries, charging at the Fallen with a determination to die!
This was a Warrior's battle, and the Fallen, as one of the seven original Primes of the Transformers, despite being able to control large-scale gravity, still felt somewhat overwhelmed under the humans' continuous bombing and strafing.
The continued existence of Transformers relies on ample energy, and the more powerful an individual, the more energy it requires.
The Fallen is very powerful; even among the original Primes, its combat power overwhelms the other six Primes. But just like the eternal law of energy conservation!
Its body, already worn and rusted by time, had repeatedly used the most energy-consuming 'gravity control,' which led to… the Fallen weakening!
The 'gravity' enveloping the entire pyramid suddenly weakened significantly, and several fighter jets, by coincidence, broke through the control range of the gravity.
The next moment, several fighter jets roared!
Missiles suspended under their wings, dragging their fiery trails, flew like raindrops towards the 'Star Harvester' next to the Fallen!
"You damned insects!!!"
The Fallen's eyes were splitting with rage; these damned humans were actually trying to destroy the 'Star Harvester,' which was its only hope of returning to its peak power!
In a panic, he actually stood between the missiles and the 'Star Harvester,' his body enveloped by a Hive-shaped energy shield!
Perhaps, some people might be very curious.
It's just a 'Star Harvester,' couldn't the Fallen, with his abilities, simply create another one?
In fact, no, he couldn't.
The creator of this thing was 'Sentinel Prime,' one of the seven Primes, and both his lost artifact 'Soul Saber' and the 'Void Staff' he held were all from this Prime.
Let alone if it were destroyed, even if something went wrong with it, he wasn't confident he could repair it!
With Cybertron's current technological level, repairing the 'Star Harvester' would be almost as difficult as asking a primitive man, who had just climbed down from a tree and learned to use fire, to repair nuclear energy!
Therefore, the Fallen spared no effort, using his own body to block the human attack.
Boom!!!
The energy shield covering his body blocked most of the impact and power generated by the missile explosions for the Fallen.
But even so, a small number of fragments still deeply embedded themselves into his body!
The mechanized metal body oozed a substance that looked like blood, undoubtedly escalating the anger in the Fallen's heart by several notches!
"Despicable insects… How dare you, how dare you injure my body!" The Fallen, manipulating the 'Void Staff,' let out a roar of extreme fury!
The next moment, superheated plasma rays, like a dense spider web, instantly enveloped a several-hundred-meter radius above the pyramid!
Each ray contained terrifying plasma energy, and its extremely high heat could even easily cut through aerospace-grade metal materials!
Boom boom boom boom boom… In an instant, nearly a hundred aircraft exploded into countless hot lights in the sky!
The Fallen was very satisfied with the results of his strike, a grimace appearing on his face: "Despicable insects, do you see? Re-submit to us!"
His laughter was loud, but it was short-lived. Soon, the smile on the Fallen's face turned into… deep shock!
Because the Human Allied Forces seemed not to be afraid in the slightest by the powerful strength he displayed; instead, they were a little… excited?
The Fallen didn't understand why humans would be 'excited.'
From a human perspective, the Fallen was undoubtedly as powerful as a god!
But, even the most powerful 'god' finally revealed his flaw at this moment. The scene of the Fallen 'bleeding,' when it fell into the eyes of the Human Allied Forces, undoubtedly injected a strong stimulant into humanity!
"This guy isn't invincible!"
"He can get hurt! He can bleed!"
Gods cannot bleed.
Bleeding means the loss of authority, and losing authority means being pulled down from the 'pedestal'!
Although he didn't quite understand human thoughts, the Fallen once again felt 'humiliation' from their excited tone. As a great Transformer ancestor, he was repeatedly scorned by 'humans,' this despicable species.
"Very good. I will make you feel deep despair!"
The Fallen sneered, no longer in a hurry for the 'Star Harvester.'
He wanted this despicable species, humanity, to experience the vast, chasm-like difference between species, a distance like a gulf, named despair!
"Human Allied Forces? Fleet?" The Fallen's gaze instantly crossed the coastline, locking onto the warships on the sea: "Let's start with you. Experience the taste of despair."
He gripped the 'Void Staff,' and a beam of scorching energy waves instantly pierced through the air!
Boom!!!
One of humanity's warships was instantly ignited and exploded!
A terrifying heatwave immediately enveloped the explosion, creating a massive mushroom cloud that rose directly from the sea surface. The agitated waves surged, affecting the other warships at sea, and the dazzling Firelight was clearly visible even tens of kilometers away! "Major General Charlie, a cruiser was just destroyed!"
"Not good, high-heat energy reaction detected in the target area, avoid immediately!"
Boom!
However, no matter how fast the human fleet was, it couldn't outpace 'plasma lasers.'
The Fallen stood like a god at the top of the pyramid, holding the 'Void Staff,' wantonly destroying human armies.
"Is this guy invincible?"
Charlie bit his lip tightly. No matter how resolute he was, watching the Human Allied Forces being crushed like ants by the Fallen again, he couldn't help but feel despair, his pupils filled with bloodshot: "Hurry up, humanity can't hold on much longer!"
Everything he did was not to place hope on humanity being able to defeat the Fallen.
Instead, he placed hope on that mysterious 'alien life form.' He knew very well that this was the only way.
He had already proven humanity's choice to that person!
"Hurry, hurry and come."
The Fallen, with seemingly infinite energy, instantly caused two-thirds of the Pacific Fleet to be lost.
And the land armies suffered even heavier losses, with almost 80% of their strength depleted under the Decepticons' wanton hunting.
The Autobots, led by Nightblade, barely managed to hold their ground.
However, this was only because the Fallen had not temporarily focused his attention on the Autobots.
Once the Fallen completely dealt with the Pacific Fleet, which posed the greatest threat to him, then the next target would inevitably be the Autobots!
"Soon. It will be your turn, Autobots."
Megatron sneered, looking at the 'dying struggle' of the Autobots, feeling incomparably pleased: "Do you see? This is our leader, the great Prime. You simply cannot win!"
His answer was only the roaring 'chainsaw sword'!
The rapidly spinning teeth gnawed like a saw at Megatron's arm blade. Sparks from the metal friction and collision illuminated Nightblade's face. His eyes showed no wavering, like a tough, unyielding rock.
"No, you will not win, heretics!"
Nightblade's voice was low, as if filled with endless confidence, flames flickering in his eyes: "Just now, we have seized… the opportune moment for victory. In the name of Omnissiah, God of Machines, in the name of the great God-Emperor, we shall incinerate the heretics here!"
As his voice fell, he suddenly swung his chainsaw sword, using powerful explosive strength to repel Megatron.
Then, Nightblade stood tall and proud, his booming voice instantly spreading across the entire battlefield: "United Human Allied Forces, you have done very well, you have not betrayed the trust of the 'God-Emperor'. Next, the battlefield will be taken over by us!"
Megatron's pupils constricted. He then noticed the 'device' held in Nightblade's hand.
"Teleportation… Beacon?"
He recognized it at a glance; it was a unique Transformer teleportation device, but then a look of disdain appeared on his face: "At this point, even if you teleport that guy over, what's the point?"
Looking at the confident 'Nightblade,' Megatron mocked unceremoniously: "Are you, by any chance, placing your hope on that 'alien life form' and that rusty old thing?"
The next moment, the teleportation beacon was activated!
The Autobots nervously watched the center of the surging energy where the teleportation beacon was activated.
However, soon both the Human Allied Forces and the Autobots showed surprised expressions, because in the energy field of the teleportation beacon, there was only one figure, which appeared to be a 'human,' none other than Emrys.
After clearly seeing that figure, Megatron couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha! Is this the helper you placed your hope in? Just one person?"
"Do you, alone, think you can defeat us?"
Looking at Emrys, Megatron's gaze was extremely mocking: "Don't blame us for bullying you; we have the numerical advantage now!"
But Emrys' lips curled slightly. Looking at the mocking Megatron, he chuckled: "Who said I was alone?"
Suddenly, the bright weather was enveloped by 'dark clouds,' and a huge shadow blocked the light.
But, it didn't seem to be 'dark clouds.' On the battlefield, both Decepticons and Autobots, and even humans, looked up in confusion. What came into view was a massive circular warship, silently hovering in the sky!
"What you just said, I'm returning to you verbatim."
Emrys' eyes narrowed slightly. Looking at Megatron, he said indifferently: "Don't say I'm bullying you; now, the one with the numerical advantage… is me!"
The next moment, a whooshing sound came!
Hundreds of 'meteor-like' objects, dragging fiery light and emitting piercing screeches as they rubbed against the atmosphere, plummeted rapidly towards the battlefield!
Today's weather... clear to cloudy!
The battleship of the Alien universe, with its unique shape, resembled a giant beast emerging from the clouds, casting terrifying shadows that enveloped the entire battlefield!
Even more terrifying were the countless meteors streaking across the sky, rubbing violently against the atmosphere, trailing bright flames until they fell!
Boom boom boom boom boom... like a rainstorm... no, it should be a meteor shower, airdrop pods raining down from the sky, precisely landing in front of the Human Allied Forces' front lines, releasing all their impact force and stirring up rolling airwaves!
"Is, is this our reinforcement?"
Several Human soldiers swallowed hard, staring dumbfounded at the airdrop pod that had just crashed not far in front of them.
The metal hatch opened, and a burly, muscular figure stepped out.
Clad in pure white power armor, each step was as heavy as a tank, and the augur on his helmet, as his gaze shifted, cast a crimson light upon the Human soldiers, exerting immense pressure on them.
Soon, one after another, Warriors, all over two meters tall and wearing what appeared to be very thick heavy armor, emerged from the airdrop pods.
Silence, silence, silence!
The forty burly Warriors in white armor stood like a silent, gigantic city wall, intercepting the Decepticons between them and the Human front lines.
For a time, both the Human Allied Forces and the Decepticons were drawn to these tall, burly Warriors clad in pure white armor.
This is the reinforcement?
Could a mere forty people really stop the Decepticons opposite them?!
The Commander among the Humans immediately felt disheartened; after all that commotion, only forty?
How was this different from suicide?!
But, they were reinforcements after all, and even if their numbers were small, judging by the look of their armor, they should be able to help the Humans resist the Decepticons a little.
Just as the Human Allied Forces believed, while the Decepticons were indeed fewer in number, each individual's strength far surpassed that of Humans.
It was no exaggeration to say that to completely kill a Transformer on the front lines, Humans would need to sacrifice a company, or even several companies!
This meant that it would take the lives of a hundred people to barely have a chance to take down one Transformer, and that was under ideal circumstances.
One must know that the front line formed by Soundwave, Shockwave, Brawl, and Scorponok, just four Transformers, nearly annihilated the entire armored regiment!
"Soldiers, your mission is over."
However, the silent white-armored Warrior turned and looked down at the Human Commander, directly accessing the communication channel, his deep voice echoing across the battlefield: "We, the Angels of Death of the Emperor, the Sons of Emrys, will now... take over with the Retributor Legion."
What? Retreat?!
The Commander's eyes widened. Were these guys crazy?
Did they really intend to go head-to-head with those damned mechanical steel beings with a mere forty Warriors?!
One must know that it was only four Decepticons that nearly wiped out their entire armored regiment!
"Wait, wait"
The Human Commander was about to speak, to persuade those silent white-armored Warriors not to make a futile sacrifice, that they could completely join forces to resist the Decepticons.
But, their only response was silence.
The forty Warriors in white armor had already begun to charge, their target clearly... the Decepticons!
But they wore heavy armor, which made their running speed, from a Human perspective, seem only slightly faster than a Human elite under heavy load, far from astonishing.
"It's over, everything is over!"
The Human Commander slammed his fist on the table, a bitter expression on his face: "These guys... they simply don't know how terrifying the Decepticons truly are!"
"Heh heh, they didn't run, but are charging at us?" Scorponok looked at the Warriors running across the desert, unable to resist mocking them: "What good is armor protection? Do they really think... forty people can defeat me?"
However, the usually cautious Soundwave detected something amiss. He scanned the Warriors charging through the desert and suddenly spoke: "No, don't be careless, those... are not Humans at all!"
Not... Humans?
Scorponok was a bit surprised, but still didn't take it seriously. After all, judging by their speed, those people posed no threat at all: "You're thinking too much, Soundwave, I can kill them all by myself!"
As he spoke, Scorponok disregarded Soundwave's command, aimed the two cannons on his arms at the approaching Retributor warband, and fired several plasma energy blasts!
Whoosh—!
The scorching plasma energy blasts, trailing a fiery light, shot directly towards the Retributor warband.
But, in the very next second!
A terrifying and shocking scene unfolded.
At the speed of the plasma energy blasts, they should not have been dodged, but those white-armored Warriors suddenly dodged and dispersed with astonishing speed!
The plasma energy blasts slammed into the desert, stirring up layers of airwaves and sand.
"Accelerate!"
A concise command was issued.
In an instant, those seemingly clumsy white-armored Warriors, who had been moving at a 'snail's pace', suddenly began to accelerate, each one like a wild horse unleashed, charging through the desert at a terrifying speed!
Fast, too fast!
The sudden acceleration of the Retributor warband, combined with their earlier use of the enemy's preconceptions, quickly closed the distance, like an arrow plunging into the Decepticon lines!
"First company, establish a line, block enemy reinforcements! Second and third companies, threaten from the flanks! Fourth company... slay the heretics!"
Orderly commands were given!
The silent Retributor warband acted with astonishing efficiency, and their bolters began to roar!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each bolt slammed into the Decepticons' bodies, and the powerful rocket propulsion immediately drove Soundwave and Shockwave back!
"Maintain suppressing fire!"
"Second and third companies, flank threat!"
"Fourth company, decapitate!"
So fast!
The suddenly accelerating Retributor warband achieved suppression the moment they made contact!
And the unlucky Scorponok, just as he reacted, was hit by countless bolter rounds, suppressed so severely he couldn't lift his head, only letting out an angry roar!
"Damn it, what is the principle behind these guys' Weapons?!" Shockwave was dumbfounded. They were also an interstellar civilization, but... such crude, direct Weapons also baffled him.
What kind of people would install 'rocket boosters' at the bottom of a bullet?
This thing... it felt like it was born specifically to attack them, the Transformers?
The suppressing fire from all directions forcibly separated Soundwave, Shockwave, Scorponok, and Brawl!
Soundwave returned a few cannon shots, attempting to break through the opponent's suppression, but the effect was not very obvious. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glimpsed Scorponok already surrounded by a team of people, immediately feeling a bad premonition and shouting a warning: "No, Scorponok... quickly retreat!"
Retreat?
Scorponok was stunned, only then realizing that he had unknowingly been surrounded!
Looking at the approaching Retributor warband, he roared in anger: "Come on, you cowardly Humans, I will cut off your heads!"
His arms transformed into battle blades, like an ancient Warrior, he charged towards the Retributors in the name of honor.
It must be said that a Transformer with a height of six or seven meters, in a state of enraged charge, was still very terrifying, each step causing the Earth to tremble!
Scorponok's calculations were precise; relying solely on those strange bullets, although they would severely injure him, they would never be fatal!
As long as he could get close to those people, he could easily tear through their encirclement and create an opportunity to escape!
But unfortunately... he encountered the 'Retributors'.
No, to be more precise, they were the descendants who inherited the Steel Warriors, this original founding Legion!
What are Steel Warriors?
The Legion most skilled in suppressing fire, advancing, advancing, advancing in silence, advancing regardless of casualties. In simpler terms, that is... they wouldn't, like the Wolf Guard, get hot-headed and challenge the enemy to a one-on-one fight.
One-on-one?
Don't dream!
What awaited Scorponok was not the one-on-one he imagined, nor an honorable duel, but... a baptism of heavy bolter fire!
Boom boom boom—!!!
A terrifying torrent of bolter rounds instantly engulfed Scorponok!
The three Space Marines wielding heavy bolters seemed to have no emotional fluctuations, pulling the triggers and unleashing all the bolter rounds from their drum magazines!
"Ah ah ah"
Even a Transformer, enduring so many bolter bombardments head-on, could not have an unharmed metal body. Soon, Scorponok was screaming in pain.
But, the Retributor warband's suppression did not stop for even half a second because of his screams.
Continuing to close in while maintaining suppressing fire!
Until, at a suitable distance, a Space Marine pulled out a magnetically attached plasma gun.
Aim, fire!
Boom!
The scorching high-temperature plasma directly pierced Scorponok's chest, leaving a huge hole, molten metal dripping, and an expression of disbelief on his face.
But, immediately after, another person fired a plasma blast at Scorponok's head!
Boom!
This time, Scorponok was as dead as could be!
And this scene, falling into Soundwave's eyes, filled him with shock and anger, but also gave him a new understanding of this mysterious, silent warband, seemingly devoid of any emotional fluctuations, like a steel city wall.
The front line was breached!
From the moment the Retributor warband joined the battlefield until Scorponok was killed, only a few short minutes passed!
Their front line was mercilessly torn open, and this 'gap' was still being continuously widened, widened!
...The performance of the Retributors made Emrys feel very good. This should be the strength of the Space Marines, truly worthy of being the descendants of the Steel Warriors.
Advancing in silence, tearing through the front lines, and then expanding the battle results, everything seemed like genes etched into their bones, without any mistakes, and without fear of death!
Silent, loyal, highly efficient!
"Didn't you want to compare numbers?" Emrys' lips curled slightly, looking at Megatron with a half-smile: "Now, it seems my numbers are a bit more."
"Is that your confidence?!"
Megatron's expression was ferocious, his pupils burning with rage, but he still didn't think much of it, sneering: "Do you think I didn't prepare? Drillbit, Devastator, Brawl, Scorponok... all of you, come out!"
Fortunately, he also had a trick up his sleeve!
"Hahahahaha" Megatron laughed sinisterly, as if victory was already in his grasp: "I must admit, your Warriors are excellent, but unfortunately... I already guessed it!"
The next moment, an endless stream of Decepticons appeared from beneath the desert, like giant earthworms, the Drillbits, carrying hundreds, even thousands of temporarily manufactured small Transformers, joined the battlefield!
"Is that so?"
Emrys' face remained without a ripple. Looking at the wildly laughing Megatron, he said calmly: "I'm sorry, but I might have to disappoint you"
He then looked at the battleship hovering in the sky and said in a deep voice: "My people still seem to be a bit more than yours."
"Jetfire! Sentinel Prime!"
One Red and one black figure instantly joined the battlefield amidst the energy fluctuations of space!
No, not just that!
A voice came through the channel.
"In the name of Emrys, the First Biomorphic Auxiliary Army has intervened in the battlefield!"
Whistling large transport planes, one by one fully armed soldiers began their airdrop.
"firepower suppression coverage!"
"Confirm airdrop zone is secure, clear targets!"
Orbital strikes from the battleship rained down heavy shells like raindrops on the Decepticons!
"Retreat! Retreat!"
In an instant, the Decepticon lines were covered by dense artillery fire, terrifying heat waves swept in, whistling, and yellow sand churned like angry waves!
The 'Mortal Auxiliary Army', built on the basis of android Humans, stepped out of the transport planes, and the Commander leading them was Uther.
"Lord Emrys, five thousand android Human auxiliary troops have officially been airdropped into the combat zone!"
But, the airdrop from the world Lord showed no signs of ending, as dense metal containers rained down from below!
Moments later, hundreds of 'monsters' with terrifying faces, unlike Humans, tore through the metal containers. Although they had Human forms, they seemed to have been corrupted, and their ferocious faces exuded terrifying killing intent!
"The First Bio-Auxiliary Army, the Nemesis Legion, has officially intervened in the battlefield. Commander... please give your orders!"
The one responsible for controlling the 'Tyrant' Legion was none other than Umbrella Corporation's supercomputer... Red Queen!
This was Emrys' full strength!
Space Marines were powerful, but he didn't believe that Space Marines alone could win the War. For future crises, the android Human Auxiliary Army and Bio-Auxiliary Army were created to meet the need!
Just as the existence of the Astra Militarum and countless Mortal Auxiliary Armies allows the Space Marines to dominate the universe, his 'Retributor' warband naturally also had two auxiliary armies!
The situation on the battlefield had reversed once again!
In just a few words, the Decepticons were surrounded again, and this time the numbers... were even greater!
Megatron was almost numb!
Where on Earth did this guy get so many strange Warriors?!
The Fallen, located above the pyramid, saw this and his eyes nearly split open, his gaze locked on Emrys: "It's you again... Who exactly are you?!"
"Me? Of course... the insignificant Human you speak of."
Emrys heard The Fallen's roar, the smile on his face fading, his eyes indifferent: "And one more thing, I don't like people standing high above talking to me. It makes me very uncomfortable... So, can you help me get him down?"