Shadow of the Beautiful World

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The Decepticons hiding on earth are not crazy to make trouble.

The purpose of their attack on the industrial zone of Voskaya is very simple, that is, for the storage of more than 1 million primitive weapons in the industrial zone.

These Decepticons look down on robots made by humans, they do not regard those intelligent machines as their own.

But these primitive wisdom machines spawned by fire seed sources are "sibs" recognized by Decepticons full of stupid racism in their hearts.

In the past few years, Decepticons who are hiding on the earth for secret activities have also collected a lot of original wisdom equipment that has not been officially contained by other sources.

Compared to the Cybertrons who will be officially tracked when they appear out of the blue, these primitive wisdom devices, which can be disguised as wisdom workers, are obviously easier to hide in the human world.

They will search for the deceptive high-level intelligence they need, some precious metal components, and even traces of the activities of the Cybertron rebels who also live on earth.

In other words, many uncontained primitive weapons have become the eyes and minions of Decepticons in the human world.

But the fire sources scattered around the world will not always produce primitive wisdom equipment.

The fifth impact that is happening will use up all the energy of the debris from the fire source, which will also be the last primitive wisdom weapon born on the earth.

The Decepticons who have been secretly planning events for many years, how could they let go of the only remaining, the last opportunity to recruit mechanical warriors?

The attack on the Vosskaya industrial zone in Siberia was ordered by the current Decepticon commander Sonic.

They took all factors into account, and according to the strength of the garrison forces in the Vosskaya industrial zone, they could not stop the Decepticons' raid.

Before the support of other forces arrives, Decepticons have enough time to transfer out the original intelligent weapons in the industrial zone.

Nearly 2 million primitive wisdom machines will qualitatively improve Decepticons' strength.

However, they did not expect that the nasty mechanistic gods would appear at the last minute.

"Humanity, in the name of the God of All Machines! We are here to help."

Adam the mechanical sage jumped from the debris of the deceptive tiger whose head was knocked off.

In the blaze of fire, he carried the impact cross warhammer, walked to Zalia, and dragged the injured colonel from the ground.

Behind them, the mechanistic warriors who came directly from the border of **** have joined forces with humans to resist the Decepticons attack.

Inside the industrial zone, outside the warehouse where the original smart weapons were stored, another army of Commander Hope is also fighting the Decepticons invading here.

"We block the Decepticons."

Hope waved his mechanical war sickle and shouted off the arm of a deceptive soldier. She turned back to the mechanical priest behind her and said:

"You do your own thing!"

The mechanical priests nodded and rushed into the original wisdom machine's storage warehouse without saying a word. After a while, a dark red door opened in the warehouse.

There was still a battle outside, and missions and transportation began in the warehouse.

Obviously, the purpose of the "Mechanism" to "help" is not simple at all.

but...

Decepticons are doomed.

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It is one of several infected areas in the Siberia region, dozens of kilometers away from the Vosskaya industrial zone.

It used to be a residential area, but the residents there had already migrated before the establishment of the industrial zone.

There was only an empty town left here, with weeds all over the place, which seemed extremely desolate in the cold winds of Siberia.

Like the Nubani pollution zone, before the fifth impact of the fire source, the official placed a lot of industrial waste and scrapped cars in this polluted area to carry the energy distributed by the fire source.

While deceptive tigers and mechanistic warriors and human soldiers are fighting in the industrial area, new primitive wisdom machines are constantly being born in the polluted area.

Because of the attack on the industrial zone, the army that was supposed to be responsible for the containment of primitive intelligence equipment was also transferred back to the battlefield.

The mechanical artifacts piled up around the abandoned town were activated one by one, and then began to wander aimlessly.

Fire seed sources can give them life, but they cannot directly give them a sense of wisdom and personality.

In the wasteland outside the town, a scarred giant truck was thrown there, which is one of the official "goods" transported here from the abandoned garage.

Its large size is obviously a special truck used in the industrial field. The standard muscle long-head truck can not be concealed from its domineering appearance when it is thrown into the garbage dump.

If you are a car lover here, you can definitely recognize it at a glance. This car is the famous Peterbilt 389 truck, the classic pinnacle of the trucks.

It is a pity that this road fighter, which is extremely appreciated by all truck drivers and car lovers, is like being thrown in the fire and repeatedly burned, and the surface is covered with ash and oil stains that are difficult to clean.

Even all the car glass was smashed brutally.

All the usable parts in the carriage were taken out, covered with dismantling openings and chaoticly exposed wires, like a giant dying, and then eviscerated.

But if this is the case, after the car is washed, it can still be used as a craft.

The real problem is that this truck is covered with all kinds of indescribable scars, like a huge industrial guillotine shredded by a third, and partly torn apart by some kind of monster's claw.

In front of the front of the car, there are even bullet marks bombarded by machine guns or heavy artillery.

It's really hard to imagine what exactly this car has experienced in order to change from the original domineering look to the current bad situation.

No wonder the authorities want to throw it away in this abandoned contaminated area and use it.

This car is worthless.

But it is strange to say that the industrial waste piled around it.

Those abandoned electrical appliances, small trains, and even motorcycles have been given new life catalyzed by the energy of the fire in the past 5 days, and they have all been contained in industrial areas.

Only this huge truck has been staying at the energy center of the pollutants, but there is no activation reaction.

It is as if the energy of the fire seed cannot give it life.

"Om"

The fire energy under the contaminated area erupted again, just like the heart of an invisible giant beating. The burst of energy was squeezed in all directions. Another batch of industrial waste began to absorb this energy, and the first appearance change when it was born.

The huge truck was still standing steadily in the garbage dump, unresponsive.

However, the burst time of this kind of fire energy is longer than the previous times.

The energy from the Sabertan holy objects is scattered in the wilderness, just like invisible water, the invisible tide flows outward, looking for more metal objects that can be activated.

After the energy eruption time exceeded 20 minutes, a sound like a monster swallowing water suddenly sounded.

"Gutter, Gutter"

It's like a hungry giant burying his head in the river, drinking sweet water with big mouths.

The energy of the fire that has spread out in all directions has also begun to gather into the polluted area, as if there is an invisible vortex attracting and consuming the energy that can give mechanical life.

The broken headlights of the truck that had not responded suddenly flashed.

It's like a sleeping person opening his eyes.

Inside this truck, in the instruments that were dismantled and destroyed, the broken thread jumped into a fine arc of light, just like self-healing.

Over the course of one minute and one second, those broken lines and broken instruments began to correct themselves.

It is like a severely wounded beast, engulfing the energy of the fire seed while using it to repair itself.

"Wow"

The shell of a shell was "squeezed" out of the bullet hole in the truck's body and hit the ground with a low noise.

This seems to be a signal.

Two or three metal cartridge cases were squeezed out by the truck.

Then the finely shredded machine gun eggshells were sprayed out by the truck and landed on the ground like a heavy rain made of metal.

This guy...

What kind of battle did you experience before going to sleep?

The number of these artillery shells and machine gun shells is already enough to destroy an armored force.

A few minutes later, densely packed gadgets appeared like ants around the bullet holes.

They melted the torn metal scars and then used themselves as a restoration. After stacking the pieces, they made up for the truck.

Just like repainting, this classic long-headed truck barely regained the momentum it deserved.

These gadgets are the treatment robots produced by the senior Cybertron.

The appearance of the treatment robot means that this extremely miserable truck has completed the repair of internal organs and began to repair its external armor.

The appearance of these things also represents the true identity of this miserable truck.

It is a Cybertron.

A senior Cybertron who was seriously injured and had to enter the dying shutdown.

According to its injury, if there is no accident, it is difficult to wake up from the shutdown, almost half of its feet have stepped into the cyber hell.

However, due to the impact of the fire seed source, it was thrown here by mistake.

After instinctively drawing enough fire energy, it was finally pulled back from the edge of death.

"Click"

After the truck armor was barely repaired, a weird soft sound came out from under the truck shell, just like the egg was broken, and it was like a heavy mechanical collision.

The long hood and lights of the truck turned outwards, and countless finely divided parts rolled and reorganized, as well as the deflection of gears and levers, just like how other Cybertrons deformed.

Full of a splendid like magic, and full of future science fiction style.

The folded metal modules extend outwards, the headlights are lifted upwards, the whole truck looks like a bulge, and its rear body also cracks outward along a precise arc.

But compared to Horus, the Hornet and Jazz are extremely smooth and can be transformed in just one second. The truck does not know whether it is too weak or the injury is not healed. Its transformation process is extremely slow.

It's like a drab old Cybertron who is struggling to make his last transformation.

And its self-repair seems to have not been completely completed.

During the deformation of the module flipping and the parts jumping, from time to time, parts that do not meet the requirements will be thrown out.

There is also a strange black smoke swaying, the whole body of the robot is constantly shaking.

In the deformed body, there will be sparks.

"Click, click"

It's like the sound of a human coughing hard from the truck. The deformation process makes it feel painful, but it doesn't stop.

In the sound of twisting and tearing of some parts, the truck took a full 30 minutes to complete its own deformation.

Fortunately, the soldiers guarding the local area all went to support the battle in the Voskaya industrial zone, otherwise the truck would not even want to successfully complete the transformation.

In its current situation, it may only take a single round of anti-tank rocket volley to return it to the state of serious injury.

But whether it is lucky or fate, this truck has finally returned to the form of a robot.

It is huge.

It is at least 9 meters tall when it stands upright with the flying sparks and small explosions. Compared with the small Cybertrons like Bumblebee, Jazz and Lola, it is simply a perfect match. Giants.

It has a head shaped like a human knight's helmet, and there are two upright decorations on both sides of the head, just like ears.

Because the restoration was not completely completed, the armor on the Cybertron's body looked tattered, but it showed an unusually grand and heavy feeling overall.

Although it looks weak with the naked eye, its every move is still full of power.

This should be a mechanical warrior who is good at frontal assault.

This can be seen from the two-handed sword that is completely composed of metal modules on its back.

The thing from the blade to the hilt is more than 5 meters long, which is almost the same as the mythological weapon.

This huge robot stood upright, looking at the desolate land in front of it with a daze, and those intelligent machines that were resurrected by the fire also saw it.

Compared to this 9-meter-tall behemoth, the primitive wisdom machines that were born were like ants at its feet. The wisdom machines looked at it dullly, like giants that only appeared in mythology.

On the face of this huge robot, which was composed entirely of metal parts, in the eyes shining with a blue light arc, there was a spot of purple light jumping.

"Earth... Cybertron..."

It covered his heart with one hand and seemed to remember something.

It took a step forward, but a burst of fire broke out in the leg, causing the giant giant to fall to the ground.

"Wow"

At the moment of its fall, the epee behind him was slammed out and penetrated into the ground with a straight stabbing attitude, 1 meter deep into the earth, like a shell explosion, making the whole town tremble.

The giant stood on the ground in a half-kneeling gesture.

This movement frightened all the primitive wisdom equipment.

They backed away, daring not to approach the giant who had just awakened.

"Quintasa...scepter, leadership module...Ark!"

One by one, the words of the Cybertronians were pronounced by it, and more memories burst out in the database, just like a storm of thinking that swept the giant's mind.

After a few minutes, it looked up.

Those eyes, which were supposed to be shining with blue light, had turned into a strange purple light.

He lowered his head, looked at the primitive wisdom machine beside him, and then stretched out his hand, grabbed an unpredictable wisdom machine in his hand, and between his fingers closed, the fire burst, and the wisdom machine was squeezed into a pile of scrap iron.

A mechanical module entangled with sparks was taken out of the wreckage of the wisdom machine and put into the wound of the leg by the robot.

Between the beating of the mechanical module, the wound on its leg healed between the gears spinning.

"Sorry..."

It said to the crushed Zhiji.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and reached for another primitive wisdom machine. It said:

"This is for Cybertron...I need your parts."

"you..."

The third arrested Zhiji struggled, and he screamed and asked:

"who are you!"

This question made the giant steel giant hesitate for a moment, and it said in a loud voice:

"My name is... Optimus Prime, but that was me before."

"Now, I am..."

"Great Dark Sky!"

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