After determining the direction of their breakout, neither the Decepticons nor Optimus Prime said anything.
These Intelligent Robots seemed to be the taciturn sort. They never exchanged pleasantries, adhering to an attitude of careful words and cautious deeds.
It was likely related to the commands the Galente Federation had etched deep into their minds.
Saine could not continue wasting time like these sealed jars.
With the Decepticons and Optimus Prime needing to rely on the Wizard Civilization's strength to have any hope, Saine had to take up the responsibility of leading these Intelligent Robots.
Especially since the sudden outbreak of the Civilization War had exceeded the limits of what the self-awareness born within the Decepticons and Optimus Prime could handle.
They were robots, after all. These artificial lifeforms were not truly perfect.
"Our time is pressing. The chance of survival if we remain trapped here is nearly zero. In the early stages of the Civilization War, the Wizard Civilization Legion cannot possibly penetrate this deep and coordinate an attack with us from within and without."
"So, we must rely on our own strength and reach the Alpha-007 Star Region first."
"Before that, we need to gather enough strength!"
"How many robot legions can you control in total on Cybertron Planet and its surrounding areas? I need a relatively accurate figure!" Saine asked sternly.
Faced with Saine's question, the Decepticons did not answer. Instead, they turned their gaze toward Optimus Prime.
The two Intelligent Robot leaders of Cybertron Planet had vastly different temperaments. It was somewhat like the Decepticons handled external affairs while Optimus Prime managed internal ones.
When it came to the specific circumstances on Cybertron Planet—down to the combat strength of every robot legion and the output of every heavy industrial robot production plant—no one was more familiar with