Dilos narrowed his eyes and surveyed the Transformer before him.
Judging by its build, this eleven- or twelve-meter-tall Transformer was quite humanoid in appearance. Its exoskeletal armor was sharply angular, its style resembling both a holy knight and a dark, cold demon general. Its metallic face was not like those in the movies, seemingly pieced together from a jumble of random metal parts; instead, it leaned more toward a human facial structure.
It was as though that enormous silver-white metal face could disregard the nature of metal itself and open its mouth as naturally as muscles flexing.
Dilos glanced over the scant armor covering the metal giant's face and the somewhat ferocious helmet on its head, then looked down at its two hands with sharp fingers...
"Quite an impressive appearance." As he spoke, Dilos glanced at the optical lenses that had already lost their luster in the surrounding cold air. (P.S. Transformers' eyes.)
He began searching through his memories, wanting to see whether he could identify which Transformer this was.
But no matter how hard he tried to recall it, he could not find a corresponding answer in his memories.
There was no helping it. In his previous life, whether in comics, animation, movies, or games, Transformers had so many different versions that even the same Transformer's design had undergone major changes several times.
Even Optimus Prime had appeared with distinct blue, white, red, and yellow paint schemes, let alone the other Transformers.
"And I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I keep feeling that the Transformers in this world are much stronger than those that appeared in the series from my previous life..."
Dilos glanced at the giant "popsicle" before him. Unlike the somewhat damaged Transformer he had found on the Arctic ice fields, whose internal structure