"Decepticons!"
"Attack!"
This roar did not travel through the air.
Instead, it became a powerful encrypted data stream that swept through the communication channels of the entire Decepticon legion.
Megatron.
The first combat-type member of the Mechanical Race to be born.
He had been appointed commander of the Decepticon legion by the Marine Headquarters and granted the rank of colonel.
He had long been unable to suppress the battle intent burning in his chest.
The long wait was finally over.
Ever since gaining consciousness, they had only been able to carry out dull patrol and guard duties on the satellite codenamed Pluton Moon.
Day after day, they watched the Autobots enthusiastically build one cosmic warship after another.
For every Decepticon with a desire for battle engraved deep within their core code, it was unbearable.
Now that he stood amid the artillery fire of a space battlefield, Megatron could feel the energy within him pulsing violently.
He yearned to prove his worth by eliminating enemies and winning the war.
At the same time, he would earn unquestionable glory and status for this newborn race.
As Megatron's enormous ten-meter-tall mechanical body flew forward.
His right arm rapidly transformed into a large-caliber electromagnetic rapid-fire gun, spitting out a deadly barrage.
Blowing up a row of incoming carrier-based craft in midair as though they were toys.
They became clusters of brilliant, fleeting fire.
At the same time, the heavy plasma cannon on his left arm finished charging with a bone-chilling hum.
The next second.
Scorching high-temperature plasma blasted out, slamming viciously into the side of a Harusame warship.
Without any energy barrier protecting it, the seemingly sturdy armor instantly melted into a horrifying hole.
But he was not content with merely bombarding them from afar.
As the leg thrusters erupted with bright blue exhaust.