"What on earth is that..."
Egypt, Dagger’s tip battlefield.
Lennox hid behind cover, furiously yelling into the radio:
[Lennox: Command! We’ve taken heavy hits! A Decepticon we’ve never seen swallowed the explosion... swallowed the explosion!]
[Lennox: The encirclent has been broken!]
People couldn’t comprehend the scene that completely halted their brains:
A bombing of such magnitude, enough to crush the Decepticons gathered on the battlefield, yet...
But heat, shock waves, flas... these abstract concepts, things that shouldn’t be controlled, were manipulated before their eyes like magic, twisted, until a single explosion pushed their encirclent back hundreds of ters, creating several gaps!
They had seen Transforrs transform and seen them use their spark radiation to manipulate tal, but sothing on this scale... unheard of!
It was practically magic!
Fallen Decepticon, one of the Primordial Transforrs, in terms of seniority several levels above Optimus Pri, in terms of rank, whether Decepticons or Autobots, they were originally just servants of the Primordial Transforrs!
This massive Transforr held its scepter, eyes fixed on Optimus Pri struggling to rise from the ruins—
The Fallen Decepticon showed a trace of excitent: Optimus Pri’s spark radiation was very special, definitely related to him and his Primordial Transforr brothers. If anyone on this battlefield could threaten him, it would be Optimus Pri.
But Optimus Pri was in terrible shape: he had a powerful spark source, wielding imnse strength that other Transforrs could hardly match, able to supply powerful weapons, and compatible with nearly all Cybertron Technology.
Yet he had no weapons, no ans to create a Space Bridge, no way to control electromagnetic force on a large scale, or access to those imnsely powerful arms and armants.
The Fallen Decepticon advanced toward Optimus Pri, recovering while scrutinizing this... Transforr that might be a descendant of the Primordial Transforrs.
"You’re too weak!"
The Fallen Decepticon charged Optimus Pri, who quickly got up to respond, chanical clanks coming from the cracks hit by the scepter, sparks flew as he swung his fist, the air whistled, the earth trembled...
But he was facing sothing even stronger!
The Fallen Decepticon’s massive form stood like an iron bastion, towering in the center of the battlefield, his long scepter repeatedly repelling Optimus Pri’s attacks, breaking his blades, smashing his armor—
Fire rained from the sky, the battlefield shrouded in rolling smoke and flas, smoke hung like a black curtain blocking out the sky.
gatron’s artillery rained down from above, the battlecruisers guarding the coast suffered air raids from Decepticons, the blue light of electromagnetic guns ripped the sky, but the Decepticons’ fury grew more ferocious with the Fallen Decepticon’s powerful counterattack!
Boom!
A loud noise, the scepter smashed hard into Optimus Pri’s faceplate, parts flew, oil leaked, the giant robot was unfazed, instantly preparing to swing his other hand—
Buzz!
A buzzing sound, Optimus Pri felt his fist controlled by so unseen force.
"Optimus Pri... traitor’s descendant." The Fallen Decepticon squinted, controlling Optimus Pri’s fist with so invisible force, "The sun will be mine to command, the era of humans, of slaves, is about to end..."
Crash...
The sound of collapsing buildings echoed in both the Fallen Decepticon and Optimus Pri’s minds.
In such a chaotic battlefield, such a sound should barely be a whisper in the wind, theoretically should not elicit any reaction.
But at that mont, they both simultaneously sensed a special kind of spark radiation...
If Lille could know all this, he could infer from the familiar plot:
The Fallen Decepticon belonged to the Primordial Transforrs, Optimus Pri, in fact, carried the "bloodline" of the Primordial Transforrs, the Leader Module, was essentially a special key for the Primordial Transforrs’ authority.
Both Transforrs looked toward a direction on the battlefield, the sa answer simultaneously entered their minds:
Leader Module!
The Fallen Decepticon raised a leg to flee, Optimus Pri reacted quickly, using all his strength to pounce on him before he could gather power to create a Space Bridge!
[Optimus Pri: Autobots, protect the Leader Module!]
[Optimus Pri: Lille, we need more support!]
.....
Silverhand felt he had just woken up from an eternal solitude.
Upon waking, the world before him was bizarre and fantastical: light twisted into a tangled ss, erratic vibrations filled the vibration sensors, limbs felt bound in a ten-thousand-ter abyss, he rembered having limbs, but couldn’t recall how to move them.
His energy core ignited by a faint spark of energy, spark energy flowing...
Logically, Silverhand’s body temperature would continue to trap heat due to inefficient heat dissipation in space, gradually rising to normal levels, eventually returning to normal.
But Lille had total control over his core output, making it nearly impossible to rapidly reach normal levels with this little ignition energy.
Weak energy awakened his cognitive functions, an unfamiliar yet familiar voice entered his mind:
[Silverhand, we need your technology to transfer the sun and ignite Cybertron.]
[Tell the technical details.]
Lille had synthesized the vocal frequency commonly used by Cybertronians, essentially simulating Cybertronese, though the semantics were evidently very rigid.
However, Silverhand’s brain could only maintain minimal thought, incapable of discerning lies.
He thought only of Cybertron.
"Space Bridge technology... yes, the technology I invented, we can use it to transfer a star... harvest stellar energy, reignite Cybertron."
Blue energy stread through energy extraction conduits into the ark reactor, along with Silverhand’s thoughts becoming faintly perceived.
Deciphering the spark’s thoughts was akin to parsing human thoughts, both involved unraveling a life form’s mindset.
However, the latter was very mature, the forr... Lille was a pioneer of this technology, he could only fumble like crossing a river by feeling the stones, constantly guiding with words and adjusting the decryption.
"Space Bridge technology is a technique using pure spark energy to pierce the boundaries of space and ti... only spark energy can supply this technology."
[Lille: I know, tell how to use it, the civil war continues, we’ve found a stellar harvesting apparatus on Earth, but the Autobots are blocking us from saving our ho.]
[Lille: Tell how to use it, I want to transfer all Decepticon forces to Earth, control the harvesting apparatus...]
With that, he transmitted the battle situation into Silverhand’s mind.
Images of the battlefield projected in Silverhand’s mind, but Silverhand saw approaching salvation, while Lille saw the Autobots and human forces retreat, and his autonomous combat drones...
The Fallen Decepticon was nearly invincible, the injured Optimus Pri couldn’t possibly match him.
As Optimus Pri faltered, gatron’s led Decepticons were fully capable of suppressing the Autobots.
"Ah... the stellar harvesting apparatus, it seems the Primordial Transforrs indeed visited here, listen..."
Silverhand’s mind grew clearer, as Lille’s decryption beca more precise.
Although thoughts might exist in higher dinsions, when this information reached this dinsion, it could all be deciphered—
Silverhand even took the initiative to open his database, transmitting Cybertronian text, speeding up the decryption.
"The answer you want is in this data chain. To save Cybertron, the spaceship has hundreds of energy pillars, the energy within the pillars is enough to transfer Cybertron, or... the army."
[Lille: No... our army is further away, I need you to help recalibrate the transmission data.]
Destination coordinates, Cyberpunk World—
How could he pinpoint coordinates not in this dinsion?
Lille looked at Johnny: Johnny’s appearance suddenly beca irresistible, tracing the event logs of "Johnny Silverhand" manifesting in his mind, visibly detailing a chaotic energy state and information records.
Lille didn’t know if it was useful, but it was his only usable clue.
[Lille: Think of how you ca over, think... Night City.]
In Silverhand’s bewildered consciousness, an odd entity appeared before him.
He started to beco clear-headed.
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