Battle On, Transformers

"Ah!!"

Zhai Liying cried out in surprise and jumped down first.

She passed through numerous towering robots and went straight to the side of a robot that had transformed from a pitch-black motorcycle.

This was her vehicle, and it had her personal lock!

But the energy wave released by the cube had clearly cracked the personal lock. The robot could move without hindrance, but its consciousness was hazy. A savage twelve-barrel grenade launcher had formed on its arm, and it rotated about blankly.

Zhai Liying soon stopped, and the two stared at each other.

After a long while, Zhai Liying looked at the personal-lock scanner still preserved on the robot's chest and asked tentatively, "You seem to be able to speak. Then... do you... recognize me?"

The robot was silent for a moment before speaking in the sonorous language of the Apocalypse World. "Commander Zhai Liying, it's a pleasure to see you."

Zhai Liying's eyes instantly widened!

Just like An Yang's motorcycle back then, the energy wave had altered the machine, but some precise information had been preserved. Her imprint was naturally present in this robot's database!

The army in the distance also erupted into an uproar, but they were not Zhai Liying. Without orders, they did not dare move recklessly.

"All Transformers, remain quiet."

An Yang stood high above them, his voice spreading calmly across the entire scene. The robots, who had been looking around blankly, gradually quieted down. They all put away their weapons in unison and faced him.

"I gave you life, and I also gave you a mission, but I have never intended to imprison your freedom. The ones around you were once your comrades in battle. I believe your databases contain records of them."

"...I want to tell you that our world suffered a disaster.