Deacon was split into five parts amid endless roars of rage and despair, his main body sealed inside Optimus Prime.
A vast amount of AllSpark energy was expended. Some miraculous substance seemed capable of erasing the connection between Deacon's body parts at the particle level. Once Deacon had been completely separated, his doom was inevitable.
"Is it over?"
Old Bartender walked over in a daze and dropped heavily to the ground. When the enemy he had longed to kill finally faced death and his wish was fulfilled, he felt strangely disoriented.
Blade was drenched in blood, his face silent. He had undergone a major upheaval in his life, and at that moment, he felt that many things in the world had lost their meaning.
"Not yet. At least Deacon's main body isn't dead."
Several Transformers opened their sealed compartments, revealing dried blood. Only Optimus Prime's remained shut tight, and Deacon's panicked curses could still be heard from within.
Donnie's expression was cold and hard. Under the gaze of the three men, Optimus Prime carried out layer upon layer of separation and cutting on the imprisoned Deacon.
Deacon was immensely powerful. He frantically pounded against the cramped prison, but it was useless. Layers of metal kept dividing and weakening him. The new generation of the Blood God was steadily approaching his end.
When the prison was opened, Deacon had been weakened beyond human form, leaving only viscous blood. He barely formed a face and stared at Donnie with venomous hatred. This man before him had destroyed everything he had, this Mutant had ruined all his years of effort.
Deacon let out a wail, the final struggle of a dying beast, and lunged at Donnie for one last desperate attempt. It was useless. Donnie slapped him to the ground.
"I am the