Optimus Pri, the leader of the Autobots and the last Pri of Cybertron—this was what Drakion had transford into.
"What the hell is this machine?"
"It gives off a strong, domineering vibe!"
"What the hell is this dragon? It can even transform into chanical items!"
"It transford into an unknown car before!"
"It feels like this dragon isn’t from our world..."
"Honestly, if such a dragon were my pet, I’d beco the hegemon of this world!"
"I can’t wait to spread the news outside!"
The onlookers were left stunned by Drakion’s transformation into a truck modeled after the Peterbilt 379. And now, as he had taken the form of Optimus Pri, they couldn’t close their jaws—shocked beyond words.
Ding!
[Detection complete. The chanical Object that Host has transford into, according to System Rating, is classified as an SSS Grade Transformation. This is a powerful chanical form.]
When Drakion heard this, he smiled. As expected of Optimus Pri—even the System rated it at the highest tier. He understood the aning of an SSS Grade—being a devoted novel and manga reader—but still, he hadn’t expected the System to rate it so highly.
Ding!
[It is detected that due to Host’s special circumstances, Host alone is capable of transforming into this. Other chanical Dragon Bloodlines cannot access this form. This transformation is unique to the Host.]
Ding!
[While in transford form, Host can only utilize the affinities of the Draconic Bloodline. The full abilities can only be accessed in the cha Form.]
Drakion read the notifications with a mixed heart. Though he was slightly disappointed that the full capabilities of his Draconic Bloodline couldn’t be used in Optimus Pri Form, being able to wield their affinities alone was already formidable.
Finn, Lizzy, and the other dragons were awestruck—none had ever seen a dragon transform into such a form. It left them questioning how such a bloodline could even exist.
Kaidros and the other dragons narrowed their eyes at Drakion—they could feel the rising danger in his aura. Suddenly, the DracoWolf and DracoMouse lunged toward him.
Their bodies surged with power as they released their Draconic breath.
When Drakion saw this, he activated Optimus Pri’s flight mode, soaring skyward with sleek speed, effortlessly dodging the incoming Draconic breath. In the next instant, he stretched his robotic arms behind him—drawing out two laser guns.
He channeled the Fire Affinity into one gun and the Ice Affinity into the other. One fired a blazing fire laser, the other—an icy beam.
Drakion didn’t aim for their heads or hearts. Instead, he targeted their legs.
The fire laser blasted through DracoWolf’s leg, igniting it into a furious blaze that burned it into ashes.
The ice laser hit DracoMouse, freezing its legs into crystalline ice cubes—then shattering them into glittering shards.
The dragons roared in fury, watching two of their own go down with grievous injuries.
One by one, they unleashed their Draconic skills upon Drakion, who still hovered in the air. But Drakion moved with ruthless grace, dodging each attack. The few he couldn’t avoid—he blasted down with surgical precision.
Then, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, Drakion dived.
He transford mid-air into his truck form, tires screeching as he blazed across the battlefield with terrifying speed, charging toward the dragons like a beast of steel and fire.
Styrx and Zephyr responded in kind, surging forward with lightning speed—transforming into bolts of living lightning.
Drakion still drove in his truck form, expertly weaving through the thunder and lightning attacks hurled toward him.
As he closed the distance, he transford into his Optimus Pri Form. With a surge of power, he raised his fist and slamd it into Stryx’s draconic head.
Zephyr seized the mont—lunging forward with jaws wide, aiming to bite Drakion’s head clean off. But Drakion reacted instantly, thrusting both hands upward and halting Zephyr’s snapping maw in a powerful deadlock.
The struggle continued, Zephyr forcing down with relentless strength, trying to crush Drakion.
But ti wasn’t on their side. The other dragons were rapidly closing in, eager to strike down the intruder. The closest was Stryx, already recovering from the previous blow.
Drakion made a decisive move—he launched upward slightly, avoiding Stryx’s lunging jaws by inches. Then, twisting mid-air, he turned the sole of his chanical foot toward Stryx’s skull.
With a sudden burst of jet-powered force, his foot crashed down on Stryx’s head, sending him hurtling into the ground and leaving a deep crater in his wake.
As Drakion landed, he spotted Zephyr charging again—horn-first, and already too close to dodge. In an instant, Drakion caught Zephyr’s charge with both hands, halting him.
Then ca the counter.
With brutal precision, Drakion drove his knee upward in a crushing uppercut. Zephyr staggered, his stance faltering.
Drakion didn’t stop there.
His right chanical fist surged upward in another devastating uppercut—this ti to Zephyr’s jaw.
Both Zephyr and Stryx crumpled to the ground, unconscious from the sheer force of Drakion’s onslaught.
Four down. Drakion had already taken down four dragons. Five more to go.
Drax had warned him: be ruthless—or be overwheld. Especially now that Kaidros had joined the fray.
Drakion turned to face the Fire Dragon, the Ice Dragon, and the Poison Sisters—all charging at full force, their auras flaring.
"Four against one..." Drakion thought, narrowing his glowing golden optics. "Let’s see how this goes."
And without hesitation, he charged forward—into the storm.
The Poison Sisters released their poison—a swirling green gas—but one thing they didn’t realize was this: poison doesn’t work on machines.
Drakion charged straight through the toxic mist, unbothered. In fact, the haze worked in his favor, concealing his towering figure in its veil.
Within the mist, Drakion activated two bazookas that erged from his shoulders. His robotic eyes scanned through the gas, locking onto a precise location—right before the four dragons.
Without hesitation, he opened fire.
The dragons, still searching for him, suddenly heard a thunderous screech—sothing breaking through the air like a missile from another world.
Before they could react, the bombs landed—exploding in front of them, tearing into the ground and hurling earth and sand skyward. Their vision was obscured; the impact made them stagger, their heads spinning with dizziness.
As the Ice Dragon and Fire Dragon regained their balance, they looked up—only to see the towering silhouette of Drakion in his Optimus Pri form.
With a fluid, brutal motion, his tallic elbows swung forward, striking both dragons in the head. They collapsed, unconscious on impact.
Drakion had neutralized them with calculated efficiency. They posed more threat than the Poison Sisters—after all, poison held no power over him.
He turned and swiftly subdued the Poison Sisters as well, knocking them unconscious one after the other.
Only one remained: Kaidros, the Sword Dragon.
Kaidros charged, his single blade-like horn glowing silver, radiating razor-sharp intent—like a rhinoceros bred for war.
Drakion narrowed his optics. A plan took shape.
As Kaidros drew close—just a breath away—Drakion suddenly sorsaulted into the air, landing directly on Kaidros’ draconic back.
He gripped the sword horn, halting Kaidros’ charge with a powerful yank.
Then, with a tallic grunt, Drakion planted his feet and lifted Kaidros by the horn, slamming his head into the ground with thunderous force.
He didn’t stop.
Once.
Twice.
Three tis.
Four.
Five brutal slams.
Then, with a final roar, Drakion swung Kaidros’ body, hurling him into the skeletal remains of the defeated dragons.
His battle mask slid back with a hiss of compressed steam.
His chanical voice echoed across the battlefield:
"Don’t you know who I am?"
"I am Optimus Draconic Pri."
Two horns curved back from his skull like obsidian blades, glowing faintly with runes etched in forbidden circuitry. Between them sat a crest—more than re decoration—an ancient array of runes and energy cores, a relic of the first dragons and forgotten machines. His eyes, no longer rely draconic, had beco twin spheres of radiant gold, burning with divine sentience and overwhelming calculation. They scanned, dissected, and devoured truth from all they beheld.
His jaws had shifted—no longer just bone and fang, but plated with reinforced alloy and hydraulic power. Inside, rows of nanite-sharp teeth rotated like saws, able to tear through magic and matter alike. Every breath he exhaled shimred with steam, sparks, and flickers of elental decay—an on of the energy devoured within.
From his back, wings of imnse dark steel unfurled. Twenty ters across, they weren’t rely flight tools—they were power furnaces, lined with hexagonal vents and anti-light plating that absorbed Originat, heat, and kinetic force with each flap. When spread, they gave the illusion of blotting out the sky, turning daylight into twilight.
Across his spine, blade-fins jutted outward—each one razor-sharp, able to fold and extend with terrifying speed. They shimred with devour-energy and could launch as projectiles or form a barrier around him. His shoulders bore segnted plating resembling ancient war sigils, while his limbs ended in tallic claws capable of ripping through enchantnts and divine defenses.
A/N: I cooked, right? If I did, keep the support coming—Power Stones, gifts, and those precious Golden Tickets.
We’re just three tickets away from unlocking the 100 Golden Ticket Bonus Chapter.
Also, check the comnts below for the Drakion chanical Dragon Bloodline concepts. I dropped two designs—like the one you prefer, and I’ll give it a week. Let’s pick the best one together!
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