War

Those surrounding him now were merely a group of weapon-wielding Ha-Ghost Clan members. Facing Vampires in the future would be the real trouble. He had to wipe out this batch of Ha-Ghost Clan and make them hurt!

Every Ha-Ghost Clan member killed meant one fewer. A hit was fatal, after all—they were human too, without the Vampires' formidable vitality.

Donnie would rather suffer considerable losses himself in order to annihilate the enemy. He would rather the enemy suffer more casualties than he did. Not to mention that Donnie's AllSpark destined him to continually produce armies. If one died, he could simply make more. Even if he had to bury the enemy beneath sheer numbers, he would crush them to death!

Donnie was not afraid of losses at all!

A Transformer leaped into the air, assembling a massive war blade mid-jump. It gleamed with chilling light as it charged through the artillery fire, vaulting over Optimus Prime and boldly plunging into the crowd. Its blade swept left and right, spraying blood everywhere.

The Ha-Ghost Clan members were terrified. A colossal creature had charged into a formation made of flesh and blood—what a horrifying slaughter! With a casual swing of its blade, several people were cleaved in half at the waist. They lay on the ground in agony, desperately clutching their intestines and organs. They could not believe what was happening, refusing to accept that they had been dismembered. With their final strength, they wailed and tried to stuff everything back inside.

They were not dead yet, futilely struggling as they worked. The sight made many people's eyes split with rage. This was the most horrifying scene of all: a person who should have died but had not, desperately struggling despite being doomed to die.

Some Ha-Ghost Clan members vomited on the spot, trembling so badly they could not even hold their guns steady.

They had been trained for combat, but no one had ever trained them to truly deal with a huge monster in close quarters.

Some junior officers shouted themselves hoarse. Though terrified, their sense of duty still drove them to bolster morale. Under their command, many Ha-Ghost Clan members aimed their guns together at the Transformer that had charged into the crowd. Bullets flew and artillery roared. Amid the interwoven barrage, the Transformer was battered into a sorry state. Every second, large numbers of metal components were blasted off, until even its steps became unsteady.

One Ha-Ghost Clan member cheered. He saw hope of victory. This metal monster could be shattered too.

Donnie quickly showed him just how naive that thought was.

The other four Transformers had practically turned into bundles of gun barrels. Every muzzle rotated, singing Death's hymn. Countless metal shells flew out, destroying one body after another. Few corpses remained intact, and their deaths were gruesome beyond words.

The celebrating Ha-Ghost Clan member had his body blown apart and would never rise again.

"If you want to kill me, then be prepared to be killed by me. This has always been a two-way street. None of you are getting away." Donnie stood in the center, raising an arm to block the explosion of a Rocket Launcher round. One Ha-Ghost Clan member had tried to blow him up while he was speaking, but Donnie blocked the attack and shot him dead in return.

Clacking sounds rang out without end as the Metal Shield extending from that arm slowly folded back in. He had used it to block the Rocket Launcher attack. The only price was that the shield had become uneven and dented. It only needed some Spark Energy to repair, and if necessary, he could simply discard the damaged sections.

This was his combat mode: large Transformers broke through enemy lines, Donnie was fully armed, and a large number of freely combinable Mini-Transformers stood ready at any moment. His armor itself was an exceedingly dangerous killing weapon!

Only now could Donnie be called a high-level Mutant. Only now was he truly qualified to call himself The Mechanic!

This was The Mechanic's war mode. Everyone who fought him had to follow its rules!

Donnie's Transformers—these war monsters—had been born for slaughter. Their brutal fighting methods were enough to make veterans who had spent half their lives at war collapse.

The bespectacled man was the first to hide in the rear, clutching a radio as he roared, "Bastard! Who was the one who fired first? Find out! Once you do, execute him on the spot!" The bespectacled man was furious. He was positioned as a diplomat, not a fearless warrior charging into battle! He must have been out of his mind to come to a battlefield. If not for that damned traitor, things would never have reached this point so easily.

Someone soon told him that the man had already been killed, his body pulverized. It looked as though The Mechanic had given him special attention.

The bespectacled man's heart immediately went cold. He cursed Donnie as a "damned petty bastard," his eyes darting around as he summoned a soldier and ordered him to immediately bring in nearby armored vehicles and tanks.

"I have authorization from the Vampire Council to act at my discretion, and I have the signatures of every councillor! I order you to carry out my command immediately! We need greater firepower to eliminate that freak over there!" the bespectacled man said. He wanted to use the powerful firepower mounted on tanks and other mobile fortresses to destroy Donnie.

You could block a Rocket Launcher? Try blocking tanks and armored vehicles! They had already torn off all pretense, so they might as well destroy him. Did he really think the Ha-Ghost Clan were pushovers?

But he was quickly slapped in the face.

"Sir, our request was rejected. They said they can't send supplies to The Mechanic," the soldier said. Some believed that armored vehicles, tanks, and similar equipment would only make The Mechanic stronger. He might very well turn them into new and more powerful combat forces.

The bespectacled man ground his teeth, panic beginning to rise in his heart.

He was not an idiot. Someone was definitely obstructing him in secret. Someone wanted to watch him die. A Ha-Ghost Clan member at his level was qualified to mobilize certain hidden armed forces.

Over the years, the Vampire Kingdom's tentacles had long since spread into every aspect of human society. Many prominent humans looked glamorous on the surface, but had actually become members of the Ha-Ghost Clan long ago, serving the Vampires.

Mobilizing small units and secretly buying and selling heavy weapons, tanks, and the like was ridiculously easy.

Yet the most reasonable and justified deployment order he had issued had been cleanly rejected, as though someone had been waiting for him to request aid so they could refuse him at once!

"Damned beasts, damned Deacon, damned Council!" the bespectacled man cursed. If he managed to keep his life this time, he would eventually drag those hateful rats out into the open. He had worked tirelessly for the Vampires all these years, loyal and never daring to harbor another thought, only to end up like this? He had been discarded as a pawn?

"You! Turn the car around! I'm going to talk to them myself! I'll use stronger artillery to destroy the enemy!"

The bespectacled man shouted at the driver, ordering him in a panic to flee. The driver hesitated, but his fear of Donnie drove him to obey. He swiftly turned the wheel and sped away for his life.

Donnie continued his slaughter. Every second, Ha-Ghost Clan members fell screaming. Though shattered components occasionally flew through the air, Donnie did not care about such minor losses. He wanted to wipe out these hateful lackeys.

Kill one, and there was one less. It was always better to act than let them escape. That was Donnie's philosophy: no matter how insignificant an enemy was, if they were an enemy, kill them if you could.

He was no longer naive. This was a world where people truly devoured one another.