Celebrate, the New Leader Is Born

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Don't be ridiculous. With technology tens of thousands of years ahead of its time in the Warhammer Universe, how could it possibly be discovered by humans in the 3K Era?

As the "Hell" trailed a clear trajectory, it plummeted straight down from the clouds in the night sky.

The hammer, imbued with the wrath of the Machine God, fell, igniting the atmosphere with raging flames that turned the entire night sky into day!

Several elite U. S. military regiments, well-equipped with infantry fighting vehicles and heavy tanks, were completely destroyed in just a few seconds by the aerial attack from "Valkyrie," leaving only debris on the ground.

From Radar and satellite data, the US military signals in that area seemed to have been instantly erased by an invisible hand!

The General, far away at the military base, couldn't stop the cold sweat from streaming down his forehead, gathering at his chin, and dripping onto the Radar display instruments.

Six entire regiments, equipped with the most advanced equipment in the world, were wiped out in the blink of an eye?!

"Give it to me. Keep calling!"

The General still couldn't believe that his six regiments had been wiped out so easily.

But no matter how much they called out, there was only deathly silence on the other end.

Finally, the General seemed to accept reality, his strength seemingly drained, and he collapsed to the ground, his empty, lifeless eyes staring blankly at the Radar screen, muttering, "Wrong, Your Excellency, it seems we were all wrong!"

The Decepticons don't seem to be as powerful as they imagined.

The Autobots, whom they thought were powerless to resist, turned out to be far more troublesome than they had imagined!

"What kind of war have we gotten ourselves into?"

Although the General could not predict the future, at this moment he had an extremely sorrowful premonition about the future of the entire country.

Whether the Decepticons or the Autobots win, it will completely upend the future of this country!

"General Mistar, it's the President on the phone."

The adjutant handed the phone to General Mistar, who was slumped on the ground, looking utterly dejected.

"Yes, we failed."

Mista took the phone, a bitter look on his face. "I think you might be wrong, Your Excellency. We shouldn't have gotten involved in this war. Your decision may very well drag us into the quagmire of war."

However, the president's cold voice came from the other end of the phone. "From this moment on, you are relieved of your duties, General Mistar. This is a decision by Congress. We will not lose, because the Decepticons are on our side!"

"Really? Well then, good luck."

Mista hung up the phone and leaned weakly against the wall.

Decepticons?

That's ridiculous! Anyone can see that they never intended to coexist peacefully with humans from the very beginning!

Perhaps only those foolish gentlemen sitting in the White House and the Congress would believe the Decepticons' lies!

"General, what should we do?"

The adjutant looked worriedly at his superior, who was showing a relieved expression.

That's something you need to worry about.

Mista removed his epaulets, stroking them with a touch of lingering reluctance, his chest adorned with medals, and whispered, "And I, I must go where I belong."

He leaned on the table beside him and struggled to his feet, calmly straightening his military uniform, his gaze fixed on the doorway.

"But General," the adjutant clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, "What will we do without you?"

Mista fell silent, lost in thought, and sighed softly.

The crisp sound of leather shoes drew closer, and the door to the command post was pushed open. Several men in black suits stood General Mistar with disdain, and pulled out identification badges from their inner pockets, bearing the insignia of the Bureau Seven.

Since the Decepticons arrived and defeated the Autobots, the power of the Bureau Seven has risen rapidly in just a few days.

They have even become a powerful force that has almost rendered the United States president powerless, and they are only responsible to the Decepticons.

"General Mista Guss, we have reason to suspect you of treason."

The man in the suit, who was in the lead, said coldly, "Based on the accusations made by His Excellency the President and the Decepticons, we are ordered to arrest you!"

"What did you say?!"

The adjutant beside him angrily drew his gun.

However, Mista held him down, his expression perfectly calm, as if he had expected this to happen.

Having lived in the United States for so many years, how could he not know about the shady dealings involved?

"Just because I supported the Autobots before?" Mista's eyes were like blades, and no one dared to meet his gaze.

He was a staunch supporter of the Autobots until the Decepticons defeated Autobots.

However, ever since the Decepticons won, everything seems to have changed. Even the reason why he was chosen to carry out this attack order is something Mista knows all too well: it's simply an opportunity to deplete his military power.

Whether they win or lose, it makes no difference to the president or the Decepticons.

They are just expendable resources!

It was a "sacrifice" offered up by those greedy politicians in order to curry favor with the Decepticons!

After pressing his adjutant's hand, Mista patted him on the shoulder, said nothing, and walked confidently toward the man in black.

Just as the Bureau Seven was about to handcuff him, Mista stopped him with a look. "I'm a soldier, I've served my country my whole life. I don't need handcuffs, I can walk by myself. A bunch of alien lackeys, ptooey!"

The man in black, unperturbed by the spit, simply stepped aside to make way.

Watching General Mistar, the adjutant could no longer contain himself. He looked at the retreating figure and said, "General, you haven't answered my question yet!"

The military boots slammed to the ground. Mista fell silent again, and after a long while, without turning his head, he said in a hoarse voice, "Think it over."

"Then what?"

The adjutant grew anxious and tried to step forward, but was stopped by the man in black.

All I can say is, think it through carefully before that happens.

Mista stepped out expressionlessly, as if facing death calmly, his resolute face showing no fear.

Should I think more about it?

Those three words, like a brand, were deeply etched into the adjutant's heart.

He seemed to understand something, and watching Mista's departing figure, he made a decision in secret.

Whether it's the president, the politicians, or even the Decepticons, they will only push the United States into an irreversible abyss!

To save their country, they must rely on the Autobots!

Only Optimus Prime can truly realize the ideal of peace between humanity and the Transformers!

A tiny seed of rebellion quietly took root and sprouted in the adjutant's heart.

After Valkyrie and Alvin's group left, no one noticed that not far from the battle zone, on the next street, there was a Decepticons... Barricade!

In fact, the barricade was not far away to begin with, and it arrived at the battle position a few minutes after the battle began, only to witness the Valkyrie brutally Bonecrusher it with her Chainsword, and delivering a brutal, visceral punch!

The roadblock, which had originally intended to support the Bonecrusher, suddenly fell silent, eventually retracting its head and transforming into an ordinary police car. As if nothing had happened, it watched helplessly as the Valkyrie and Alvin and the others left.

It's brave, but that doesn't mean it's brainless.

Disobeying Megatron's orders might only get you a beating, but if you had actually fought back just now, you'd probably be completely dismantled into parts by now by Valkyrie.

Moments later, Megatron, leading his Decepticons crew including Shockwave, Cyclone, Scorpion, and Stun, arrived at the battle zone, but found no trace of their "target."

The ground was littered with the remains of the Bonecrusher, a scene resembling that of a dismemberment maniac. The Decepticons gasped in shock; this was far too cruel!

Even Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, who always boasted of how ruthless he was, was clearly much weaker than what was happening before him.

"What on earth happened here?!"

Megatron stared in horror at the scene, which resembled a murder case, and almost crashed.

All eight Bonecrusher... are they all dead?

"Could it be that Optimus Prime has been resurrected?" Apart from the leader-level Transformers, Megatron really couldn't imagine which of the current Autobots could do such a thing.

"Uh... I don't think Optimus Prime, even if he were resurrected, could do something so cruel." Megatron's trusted lieutenant, Shockwave, scanned the remains of the Bonecrusher and said in a deep voice, "Master, I suspect there's a high probability that 'Target' did it."

The "alien life form" mentioned in Starscream's report... Megatron fell into deep thought, but then he spotted the roadblock and tried to sneak into the crowd.

"Wait, roadblock."

Megatron's sinister gaze was like a murderous blade. His massive body pressed down, an oppressive aura instantly enveloping the roadblock. "I remember you should have arrived at your position long ago. Why did you let the target escape? You'd better give me a... reasonable explanation!"

It led the Decepticons out in full force to completely eliminate the "alien life" and retrieve the "AllSpark" fragment from their hands. However, upon arrival, it discovered that all its underlings were dead, and the last one was completely unharmed!

Isn't this just desertion?!

Even though Megatron usually appreciates Barricades, this time, it has broken a taboo!

"My master, please forgive my selfishness."

Lu Zhang's eyes darted around, and a plan immediately came to him. "The reason I'm hiding to the side and not participating in the battle is because I have more important intelligence, and I must survive no matter what!" With just one sentence, he completely cleared himself of suspicion of avoiding battle and turned it into protecting intelligence!

"Your intelligence had better be to my satisfaction!"

Megatron, of course, saw through Barricade's little scheme. He sneered, stroking Barricade's head with his hand, his five sharp claws slightly clenched. "Otherwise... I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

Its sharp, hawk-like claws scraped against the barricade's head, sending sparks flying.

"Yes, yes... my master!" The fear in Roadblock's heart intensified, and his voice trembled slightly. He hurriedly projected the "image" he had just recorded. "Look, this is the information I recorded at the risk of my life, my master!"

At first, the content of the projected image didn't concern Megatron, but... the sudden appearance of the plane, and the scene of it being activated by the AllSpark fragment and overwhelmingly slaughtering the eight Bonecrusher, caused Megatron's pupils to shrink and a look of horror to appear on his face!

"Leadership level... This is impossible!!!"

Theoretically, using the word "horrified" to describe a Transformers is not quite appropriate, but Megatron's face at this moment was undoubtedly filled with "shock" and disbelief!

Even on Cybertron, only a very few, practically phoenix feathers, are qualified to be called leaders, and without exception, they are all beings with enormous shapeshifting energy and even larger physiques!

Those beings, such as Megatron and Optimus Prime, are all given the title "Sky," which is a symbol of their strength and status, as well as their power!

At this moment, Megatron felt as if something deep within him was being shaken!

"My master, could it be... that you've mistaken me for someone else?"

Shockwave voiced the doubts of most people: even if it had slaughtered eight Bonecrusher, that only showed that the opponent was indeed very strong, but it was not enough to prove that... it was a "leader-level" being!

"I also think it's impossible!" Soundwave, though in space, had been watching this place closely and offered its opinion. "Since Cybertron's destruction, there hasn't been enough energy to create a Leader-level Transformers, not even the AllSpark... let alone just a small fragment!"

"I must have... misread it."

Megatron could only keep his secret to himself; he knew very well that the Transformers that the plane transformed into was definitely "Leader-class".

However, it absolutely cannot admit this, otherwise many Decepticons, each harboring their own selfish motives, would easily fall apart!

Leadership level is more than just a title!

It means that Transformers with a leader-level ability can inherit everything from the "Supreme" and become the new Supreme simply by obtaining the "Supreme's" core spark!

It worked so hard for so long, even submitting to the Fallen, all for the sake of touching the sliver of hope of becoming "Supreme." Without Optimus Prime, it undoubtedly lost a competitor.

But the sudden appearance of the "Valkyrie" completely disrupted its entire plan.

After a moment of contemplation, Megatron looked up at the moon, a thoughtful expression on his face, then avoided everyone and issued a command to Soundwave alone.

"Go to the Luna... to awaken the sleeping 'Unicron'!"

"Just tell them I'm willing to cooperate with it, and that I have a way to... bring Cybertron back to life!"

The Fallen... Megatron sneered inwardly. He would never have imagined that he had more than one partner!

After shaking off the Decepticons' pursuit once again, Alvin and the others returned to the valley, where Jazz immediately came to greet them.

However, upon seeing the towering "Valkyrie," it paused for a few seconds, wondering where she had come from.

The gear and skull icon on its chest, no matter how you look at it... doesn't seem like it belongs to the Autobots at all. Combined with its fierce aura, it looks more like Decepticons!

"Praise be to Omnissiah, praise be to the great Machine God, this is a knight from the 'Imperium,' Valkyrie." Bumblebee's rambling manner almost made the veins on Jazz's forehead bulge.

Little did they know, Bumblebee was also suffering inside!

Along the way, it dared not utter a word, otherwise it would have been met with the Valkyrie's iron fist, followed by a reprimand for having no faith, and a forced infusion of the great Machine God, Omnissiah!

Jazz's lips twitched as he shifted his gaze to the side.

Good grief, another Decepticons?

The clear mark on his chest suddenly gave Jazz the idea that Bumblebee might be an "undercover agent".

"You're the Autobots' second-in-command?" Valkyrie bent down, her imposing figure sending a shiver down Jazz's spine with her menacing gaze.

"Yes... yes..."

Jazz swallowed hard, almost breaking out in a sweat.

Its intuition told it that the opponent was a ruthless one; the scratches, bullet holes, and other marks all over the armor indicated that the opponent was a veteran of countless battles!

"Very well, your rudeness towards Lord Alvin will be forgiven for now," the Valkyrie said in a low voice, not without threat. "But... if it happens again, in the name of the great Machine God, the Emperor, I will make you experience the wrathful punishment of Omnissiah!"

"I... I understand."

For a few seconds, Jazz felt like it was about to be slaughtered.

It quickly turned its gaze to Alvin: "Commander, I have good news to tell you."

"Good news?"

Alvin frowned. Could this guy have good news?

"The ambulance is back." Jazz, afraid of being misunderstood, hurriedly explained, "Please rest assured, I did not disobey orders. It was the Decepticons suddenly retreated, and after Ironhide escaped, the ambulance returned on its own."

After saying that, it wiped its forehead and said with a big smile, "What luck! The Decepticons all retreated. I wonder who they went to find, hahaha..."

Just as Jazz was laughing, Bumblebee suddenly chimed in, "Yeah, how lucky... because the Decepticons have come looking for us."

For a moment, Jazz's expression seemed to freeze; he couldn't quite laugh or cry, looking utterly comical.

"Alright, since the ambulance is back, let's get it out quickly. There's a seriously injured person here." Alvin pointed to Jetfire, who seemed to be unconscious. "I don't care what the cost, you have to bring him back to life!"

After a slight pause of half a second, he continued, "This old guy holds the only way to revive Optimus Prime in his mind."

"I'll take care of it right away, Commander!"

Upon hearing that this old Decepticons could revive Optimus Prime, Jazz rushed into the forest without hesitation and soon pulled the ambulance out. "Hurry, the hope of reviving the leader rests entirely on you!"

The ambulance, which had been dragged in by force, began a preliminary examination and scan of "Jetfire" and quickly concluded. "Its energy depletion is too severe; the flame is almost extinguished. I can only barely revive it, but even then, it's only temporary. To fully recover... is virtually impossible."

"Won't the Arc Reactor work?"

Alvin frowned and asked.

"No, the Arc Reactor's energy can restore us, but it's too ancient, it's practically... a legend!" Ratchet shook its head, saying with considerable regret, "Transformers of its caliber can't be powered by ordinary energy, unless... a star is used as their energy source."

Star Harvester?

Although that thing existed in his imagination, the problem was that the coordinates were unclear, and it involved the Matrix of Leadership. Only "Jetfire" could decipher the coordinate information recorded by the AllSpark in Mikaela's mind.

"Let's wake it up first."

Alvin was quite troubled. He had finally managed to rescue "Jetfire," but before he could even acquire the technology for the Space Bridge, it was about to die.

He lowered his head and looked at Jetfire's body. Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind.

In the movie, Jetfire gave its spark energy to the newly resurrected Optimus Prime, and the two bodies merged to create "Jetfire Optimus Prime"!

So, could he also borrow a plot from the movie and, if "Jetfire" really couldn't go on, conveniently implant his body and energy into "Valkyrie"?

Jetfire Valkyrie, seems pretty good too!

With the help of the ambulance, Jetfire quickly regained consciousness, but he was noticeably more exhausted than before, and the light in his eyes had dimmed considerably.

But the first thing it saw was the enormous "Valkyrie," whose previously dull eyes suddenly shone with a glimmer of light. "Leader... you are the leader!"

Leader?

Alvin was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that the "leader" Jetfire was referring to was actually the "Valkyrie"!

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" He found it unbelievable. Even if Omnissiah had manifested, it wouldn't be this powerful, creating a leader-level Transformers for him, would it?

"That's right, I would never admit to being wrong."

Jetfire stared intently at "Valkyrie," his gaze burning with a longing. "I never imagined that I would witness the birth of another leader before I die. Cybertron... the Autobots have hope!"

Well, actually... it's not a Cybertron, nor is it Autobots; to be precise, it's Omnissiah manifestation.

Come closer, let me see you!

Jetfire called to the Valkyrie, who, after receiving Alvin's permission, came before it and slowly knelt down.

"May I have your name?"

Looking at it, Jetfire seemed to perk up considerably.

"I... have no name. You can call me Valkyrie."

To be precise, Valkyrie is not its name, but just the model of the mecha. Being asked this by Jetfire suddenly left it bewildered for a few seconds.

I can tell you're a very young baby.

Jetfire's eyes were filled with hope. "You are a born leader with great potential. You should be named 'Leader'!"

The Valkyrie fell silent and turned to look at Alvin.

"Then please... give it the name 'Leader'." Alvin thought it was a good idea; they couldn't keep referring to a "Leader"-class Transformers by its model number, could they?

"Nightblade..."

Jetfire's eyes shone brightly, as if burning. "Your name is 'Nightblade.' I hope you can inherit the leader's will and lead us... to rebuild Cybertron!"