People United Under One Flag!

At this moment, humanity is united under the same banner.

Major countries in the Middle East have deployed their best fighter jets, more than a dozen different models, some even dilapidated, painted with their respective national flags, sweeping across the sky and leaving trails of clouds like waves.

Those drivers will never attack each other again.

At this moment, at least for this second, they were no longer enemies, but comrades, sharing the same name: Human!

The roar of fighter jet engines echoed through the sky like arrows formed by wild geese, as they launched a desperate charge towards the Decepticons, disregarding their own lives!

"Megatron."

Standing atop the Pyramid, the Fallen gazed at the overwhelming array of fighter jets, a hint of impatience and chill in his eyes. "Shoot down these eyesores of insects and show me your loyalty and ability."

Just now, I was caught off guard and hit by a human "Electromagnetic Pulse".

Despite the premature deviation from its trajectory, it was still inevitably severely damaged. Although it was nothing to it, it still needed to rest for a few minutes, and restarting the "Star Harvester" would also take time.

"Yes, my master."

Megatron then turned his gaze to the human fighter jets in the sky. "Soundwave, shoot those bugs down!"

The Soundwave reconnaissance force was mobilized in full force; metallic falcons and vultures shrieked as they soared into the sky.

As the saying goes, when two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins!

"Come on, you damned scum!"

Leading the charge was the Su-35 fighter jet. Although it is a product of the last century, it is still an excellent fighter jet under the design concept of "powerful and powerful". The engine spewed out scorching exhaust flames and dived straight down!

The next moment, missiles were launched in unison, trailing smoke as they flew towards the mechanical creations that resembled vultures and falcons.

However, for human-made missiles to hit those tiny Transformers, the difficulty is no less than trying to thread a needle with a cannon.

Boom! Boom!

The missile exploded in mid-air, but the tiny Transformers nimbly dodged the blast wave.

In the blink of an eye, they pounced fiercely, tearing at the fighter jets!

Steel is as fragile as paper under their claws; dozens of fighter jets fell in an instant, plummeting like meteors.

Soundwave and Megatron also transformed into fighter jets, soaring into the sky to hunt down those humans who dared to betray them again, like insignificant insects that could be crushed with a single stomp!

Each firing of the energy cannon represents the fall of one of humanity's elite sky warriors.

Training a pilot requires a significant investment of time and experience from the nation; how much more so for a seasoned combat officer?

But here, even experienced pilots are falling every single minute, every single second!

Like raindrops dragging the flames along, like meteors streaking across the sky, that dazzling yet tragic scene—wasn't it the highest embodiment of human courage and will?

Each fighter jet, originally intended for beyond-visual-range combat, now takes the initiative to engage the Decepticons in close combat!

That was the most brutal "dogfight" in the aerial warfare!

Yes, Radar can't lock onto the Transformers, and missiles have no chance of hitting them. So what other way can they defeat the enemy?

No communication or commands are needed; every experienced pilot knows there's only one way!

"Charge! Charge!"

"Ignore them, charge through!"

"Our target is that monster at the top of the Pyramid; we must not let him destroy our home!"

With their overwhelming numerical superiority, hundreds of fighter jets swarmed in, seemingly carrying with them a surging human will.

With shouts and cries, they actually tore through the Decepticons' defenses!

"This is impossible!" Soundwave's pupils contracted slightly. Even it, which had always looked down on humans, was stunned by the will of those people. "Are these guys completely unafraid of death?!"

Human fighter jets are not afraid of damage, even if they are hit, even if they are about to crash in the next second.

They would also maneuver their fighter jets, striving to get as close as possible, even if it meant getting within a meter of the top of the Pyramid!

This was destined to be an extremely tragic scene.

Humanity, at a cost of ten for one, and at a near-catastrophic price, successfully broke the aerial blockade! Soundwave's expression changed drastically, and he was about to give chase when Megatron quietly pulled him back, lowering his voice and saying calmly, "No need to pay attention to them. With the Fallen's abilities, those bugs have no chance of succeeding. Our objective is to intercept the remaining Autobots."

Yes, in addition to human fighter jets, Autobots have also infiltrated the area, attempting to break into the blockade from the ground.

But Soundwave was extremely intelligent and immediately detected an unusual meaning in Megatron's words. "My master, you..."

"Execute the order." Megatron interrupted Soundwave, saying meaningfully, "We should trust the Fallen, shouldn't we?"

So they changed their target and went after the Autobots on the ground.

This effectively meant the air blockade was completely abandoned, and more human fighters surged towards the Pyramid. The Fallen was instantly enraged. "Megatron, I shouldn't have trusted your abilities! You can't even stop these bugs, you're utterly useless!"

Even the Fallen found it difficult to handle the sight of hundreds of human fighter jets swarming overhead.

The next moment, it directly manipulated the gravity within a range of hundreds of meters, stopping all the planes, missiles, and other objects that were trying to rush in in place!

"What good are countless lowly insects?"

The Fallen narrowed his eyes slightly, chuckled coldly, and then suddenly clenched his fist.

As the five fingers came together, the massive gravitational field that had surrounded the area for hundreds of meters suddenly collapsed, squeezing dozens of fighter jets and missiles into "iron discs." The terrifying explosion, accompanied by shockwaves, shattered in mid-air!

Boom!

It was like a dazzling firework, mesmerizing and captivating.

"Is this guy really a god?" one pilot couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

"See that? You lowly insects!" The Fallen could easily hack into human communications; it relished their fear, a sinister grin spreading across its face. "This is the difference between us. I am... God!"

However, the next second, an angry voice came from the channel.

"Bullshit! Shut your stinking mouth, you piece of trash!"

"I only have one god, and you're just a bastard! Brothers, charge with me!"

The pilot who shouted that command, fearlessly piloting his fighter jet, dove down again. "I'll show you! Middle Eastern pilots are the best in the world! We are the most skilled pilots!"

Boom!

But in the blink of an eye, those grand words turned to dust.

Vanished completely in the explosion, the Fallen grinned as if he had merely crushed a fly.

But its laughter didn't last long, because the roar of the fighter jets, like the piercing buzzing of bees, completely took over!

A jumble of angry words traveled through the communication Radar to the Fallen's ears.

"God will protect us!"

"God bless!"

"Allahu Akbar!!!"

Despite their different languages, beliefs, and skin colors, at this moment, they are all heroes of humanity!

Perhaps the planes of some Middle Eastern countries are outdated, but from the moment they sit in the cockpit, they are prepared to die, becoming one with the machine... turning into a deadly "bullet," whistling as it falls from the sky and crashes into the Fallen at the top of the Pyramid.

One isn't enough, then two, ten... a hundred!

At this moment, the Fallen's expression gradually froze.

Wait a minute, aren't they afraid of dying?

Why would you charge towards it knowing you'd certainly die?

This doesn't make sense!

It can manipulate gravity, but ultimately there are limits.

How could it possibly withstand the dive bombing of hundreds or even thousands of warplanes, and the fearless, valiant attacks of armored army groups on the ground?!

"Humanity will prevail!"

The piercing roar of the fighter jets as they swooped down, carrying the will of humanity, crashed into the gravitational field!