oppression

Decepticon minions kept appearing, their energy cannons raining down like red rain, but they didn't hurt me at all. My external armor was personally reinforced by Unicron, so it was not so fragile as to be damaged by ordinary shells.

I heard the sharp screech of energy cannons whizzing through the air, saw red streaks or dots of light, and felt intensely hot energy rays slicing through the space beside me—this was my ability. Recalling the memories I'd gleaned from the data connection with the shockwave, I couldn't help but feel curious and quickly became excited—just how much could I actually do?

As I approached the grunts firing at me, I could sense their presence more clearly. They were in a space not far from me, their flames flickering rapidly, their energy fluid flowing, and the mechanical parts inside their arm cannons constantly moving. They were afraid, their magnetic fields rising, constantly retreating and maintaining their distance from me.

Without any effort, with a mere thought, the arm-cannon of a henchman firing high-energy rays was sliced ​​apart, as if cut by an incredibly sharp knife, the cut clean and smooth. As his scream of finally realizing he had lost his arm-cannon was drowned out by the energy projectiles, I controlled the arm-cannon to fly towards me, its eerie blue energy fluid continuously flowing from the hydraulic pipes and dripping onto the ground. The metal arm-cannon felt solid to the touch; I knew I could do much more than that.

The wings behind me fluttered with excitement, and I raised my hand to grab the grunt in front of me—it was a pointless gesture, but I thought it was cool.

The one closest to me—I connected his hands and feet to the space between the corridor wall and the space between the second and the space between his waist and the ground. The third—I replaced a random section of the hydraulic tube connecting him to the brain module with the air outside his body. Would he die from the leakage of fluid inside his body, or would he survive? I could clear out the surrounding grunts and then slowly observe him. Then, as I paused, I was hit on the back of the skull by an energy cannon. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to make me angry. I didn't have the patience to play anymore. The fourth, the fifth… were all twisted and disintegrated by me.

As the cannon fire subsided, the remaining soldiers, seemingly realizing their attacks had been ineffective, retreated in fear, yet were compelled by orders to face me.

Haha, you little fry, do you think you can escape?

"I'm going to take on ten! Who else?! Come on, all of you! Haha ...

I laughed arrogantly, but my joy turned to sorrow. Suddenly, a spacetime vortex unfolded beneath my feet without warning.

Using my spatial abilities near the spacetime vortex was clearly not a good idea; it might destabilize the space. I couldn't use my abilities to make myself fly. So I immediately transformed and flew towards the group of enemies. The spacetime vortex unfolded in front of me again, and I had to use my abilities to stop abruptly in mid-air, otherwise I would lose control and crash straight into the spacetime tunnel and be sent away.

This was definitely a provocation. I was successfully enraged by this reckless bridge-breaking behavior, and then I was blinded by Soundwave standing behind me. Flying into the air, my aircraft mode was almost touching the ceiling, giving me a wider view downwards. I could see the head sculpts of many grunts, and also Soundwave facing me directly at the end of the corridor. The Decepticon Intelligence Officer is really cool, with its dark purple paint scheme and overall simple design. The head sculpt's face is covered by a smooth black screen, and the headdress resembles a Decepticon symbol. The thin, slender arms and bent legs make for a very distinctive mecha type; it's hard to imagine anyone destroying it.

So I transformed into human form and crashed into him before the sound waves opened the second land bridge. His reaction was really fast; the moment I touched him, he took a step back and dodged.

But in the face of absolute mechanics and stats, any combat skills are superfluous. I only needed to treat his mech like a severed arm cannon, and he couldn't move an inch. He could only fall to the floor, his neck choked and his chest armor pressed against me. He was truly quiet. Even when I grabbed his two tentacles that were trying to attack me, when I crushed his chest armor harder, causing the Laser Bird to emit a mournful metallic screeching, and when my tightening movements pressed against the hydraulic lines and vocal cords in his neck, he didn't utter a single plea for mercy or cry out. Of course, I was just bluffing him; I didn't really intend to kill him. I've found that I become particularly patient when dealing with good-looking mechs.

The sounds of fighting came from not far away, and a deep, magnetic voice, matching Optimus Prime's voice, rang out, "I don't want to hurt you." A tense yet gentle aura drew closer, and a second impressive machine appeared.

Its inverted triangle physique is marked by its signature red and blue paint scheme, a transparent chest window, and a purple Decepticon symbol on its shoulder armor. The blue head sculpt features several rotating antennas, and the silver visor displays two rectangular black metal eyebrows. The azure optics reveal a hint of purity and…innocence?

“Hey, you, an apostle of Primus,” I shouted, lifting my head from the sound wave machine. “What are you doing here?”

The henchmen next to me weren't attacking, so he squeezed next to me, still holding his arm cannon and half-hand knife.

"Who are you? Are you calling me?" he asked.

"I am an apostle of the Cosmic Emperor. If you surrender, I can spare your life." I said smugly. He was an apostle of Primus, and I was an apostle of the Cosmic Emperor. He was my mortal enemy, but we were equals. He was also very handsome, so I was willing to give him some respect and not kill him immediately.

"I surrender."

I was surprised he said that. Shouldn't he have fought me to the death but then lost?

He asked, “My Lord Apostle, may I operate the land bridge? I have something urgent to do.”

"Where are you going?" I wanted to see what he was up to; my opponent's business was my business.

"I am not at liberty to tell you."

"Let's go together."

He couldn't outmaneuver me. After I knocked out the sonic wave, we went to the control panel together to activate the land bridge. To my surprise, we arrived at the space bridge.

...

We had just emerged from the time tunnel when we saw Megatron beating up the Autobots. Optimus Prime charged in but was knocked down. Megatron arrogantly shouted "Orion Pax!" before being rammed by a blue motorcycle that emerged from the space bridge. Then a human child appeared, holding a key card that floated in the air in front of Optimus Prime. They then performed a mysterious ritual, which I couldn't understand.

With its flamboyant armor style, noble silver main color, and inverted triangle upper body, Megatron's mech exudes power and beauty. It's my type, but unfortunately, he's a traitor.

After Arcee knocked Megatron away, she used his back armor to leap away. Megatron, now facing me, got up. Before he could react, I tried to knock him down with a punch. My fist, sharp as it sliced ​​through the air, grazed his helmet. Megatron tilted his head and smiled slightly, mocking himself for dodging my punch: "'Not bad, huh? Who are you?'"

"I am an apostle of the Cosmic Emperor." I returned the smile with a slight smile. "How about this move?"

I used my superpower to restrain him and then pushed him to the ground. With my superpower doing the work for me, I only needed to stand there, and he was unable to move as if he were glued to the ground.

With his back against the rough rock, limbs stretched out and pressed tightly to the ground, Megatron, whose only movement was limited to his head, seemed to finally realize his predicament. He stared intently at me, my blurry figure reflected in his frosted red optics. His shark teeth clenched tightly as he struggled even more fiercely, suppressed rage surging in his optics.

"What exactly do you want to do?!"

Isn't that a completely defiant look on his face?

“Megatron, you are a traitor to Unicron. Today, I, on behalf of Unicron, will destroy you.” Standing between his legs, meeting his gaze, I looked down at him. “But letting you die so easily, your spark will return to Unicron’s side. That would be too lenient. What should we do then—”

I drew out the last syllable, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Optimus Prime standing not far away watching the show. A brilliant idea popped into my brain module.

So I dismembered Megatron.

The upper arm and thigh were still connected to the torso, but I used my superpower to cut them off. The cross-section was as flat and smooth as the one I made in the Decepticon warship. Megatron and his limbs were no longer connected in space, so I released my superpower and let the limbs fall apart.

Instantly, small electric arcs appeared on the half-severed cable, and the hydraulic pipes inside the severed limbs, having lost their connection and support, loosened and gathered at the bottom of the shell. Blue and purple mixed energy fluid flowed and gushed out from the cross-sections of the constantly twitching torso, arms, and thighs, forming small pools of liquid.

The fan suddenly roared louder, and Megatron's voice transmitter exploded with a loud bang and then fell silent. He was probably in too much pain to speak. He clenched his shark tooth tightly, trying to stare at me through the optical lenses, but his pupils kept rolling upwards.

I told Optimus Prime, "Your nemesis is yours to deal with as you see fit."

I didn't know I had such a twisted sense of humor. I want to see how the Autobot leader reacts to a golden opportunity to kill his adversary. Or will he spare Megatron out of humanitarian concern, seeing him treated so cruelly? I even want to throw Megatron into a horde of Autobots. How will a Megatron with all four limbs severed face a group of Autobots who have a grudge against him? The Decepticons always believe in the survival of the fittest; will they even plan to rescue their incapacitated leader? I've also decided that if Megatron is about to die, I'll revive him and then throw him back into the horde, torturing him repeatedly.

Optimus Prime didn't speak to me. He put away his broken hand blade and said in a very humble tone, "Sir, I wish to take him back to base for interrogation. Do you agree?"

The apostle of Prems calls me "Sir"... That's a very good thing. I put my hands on my hips, straightened my chest, and said, "What I said is what I said, do with it as you please—just don't let his flame go out."

Optimus Prime nodded to me, picked up Megatron's torso with one hand and two half legs with the other—his remaining two arms were taken away by the partition. Various mixed liquids stained most of his body, and he stood in a pool of liquid made of energy.

Only then did I realize that Optimus Prime was nodding to Arcee and Bumblebee behind me. The Autobots raced toward the land bridge one by one, while I raced toward the space bridge against the heatwave.

Clusters of sparks shot out from the steel structure of the space bridge, and explosions and the sound of metal collapsing echoed throughout the cave. The hissing sound of electricity rushing through the cables almost hurt the audio receiver. Space flipped and twisted, and no matter how fast I went, I could not pass through the space-time tunnel that was now only the size of a pinhole before the space bridge exploded.

I realized that while I was tormenting Megatron, the Autobots were constantly destroying the space bridge. I didn't notice or stop them in time until they stepped into the vortex of the land bridge, pulling the fuse for its explosion.

The power of the explosion inside the sealed tunnel increased exponentially. The intense heat relentlessly battered my armor, sending waves of excruciating pain through me. My armor was nearly shattered, and the blood of the Cosmic Emperor frantically repaired my body.

The vortex fox I had caught escaped, and my spark chamber boiled over, inflicting unbearable pain. This was the punishment from the Cosmic Emperor, but I did not resent him.

If I don't learn my lesson, I will definitely be a more careful and cautious apostle from now on.