Megatron's Divine Assist

"Hahaha, I'm not telling you. Sixshot, are you feeling frustrated right now? If you really want to know, I can give you a hint. Our name is Megatron, the current supreme commander of the Decepticons. What can you do about it?"

On the surface, Starscream seemed to be toying with the pursuer behind him, but he had a very bad feeling. Even if he could truly shake off Sixshot, Starscream had already strayed too far from Cybertron. If Megatron questioned him, it would be difficult to explain himself. And with Sixshot's intelligence, all he had to do was look into Starscream's field-operation records to get a general idea of where he had been.

Only the truly dead could not speak. But with Starscream's current combat strength, he was still a little short of being able to eliminate a super expert like Sixshot!

"You liar! I'd rather believe you're that cunning Starscream than believe you're Commander Megatron. You're trying to deceive me!"

Fine then! Had Starscream always seemed extremely cunning to Sixshot?

"Hahaha, my dear old friend Sixshot! How did you know I was General Starscream? Since you've already guessed my true identity, how about we call it quits?"

"Stop trying to scare me with nonsense! Starscream doesn't have the nerve to fight me!"

"No, did you just say I was Starscream?"

There was once a kind of logic in Earth psychology that went roughly like this: if you cannot make someone understand the cause of something, then make them even more confused!

Since Sixshot was usually straightforward in his dealings, he naturally could not have as many tricks up his sleeve as Starscream. After comparing this string of information, coupled with that guy's sweet talk earlier, if all of it were fed into his central processor for analysis, Sixshot's computer system would definitely short-circuit.

So he no longer tried to take shortcuts by questioning his opponent for flaws. Sixshot had cast aside every other thought and wanted only to catch up to the guy ahead and tear off his disguise with his own hands!

It was precisely at this moment that Starscream's internal communications system received an order from Megatron.

"We have now confirmed that the Autobot leader Optimus Prime and his generals have escaped Cybertron's encirclement. As the supreme leader of the Decepticon robots, I, Megatron, order every warrior under my Decepticon legion to begin a universe-wide search. Whether it takes one month, ten years, or even several hundred years, anyone who finds traces of Optimus Prime and the others will become my deputy!"

Well, wasn't this exactly what he needed? Just as Starscream had been worrying about how to explain to Megatron where he had gone, the enraged Megatron had found him the best possible excuse. This Decepticon leader was clearly unqualified—whenever Optimus Prime was mentioned in front of him, he went berserk as if infected by a virus.

Megatron's order was practically divine assistance for Starscream at that moment. It directly relieved him of all his mental burdens, allowing him to focus wholeheartedly on dealing with the pursuer behind him.

"Starscream acknowledges the order. I will conduct a thorough search of the star systems around Cybertron and report the Autobots' movements at all times!"

Although he was already overjoyed inside, Starscream still had to appear extremely dutiful on the surface. The speed of his reply was practically the fastest among all Decepticon warriors.

After completing the internal communication, Starscream shut down every long-range radio communication system on his body. He was going to devote all his energy to dealing with the tail behind him.

"Hey, Sixshot, let your big brother give you something tasty!"

After saying that, Starscream's rear fuel tank slowly opened a small gap and began dumping large amounts of fuel behind him. A trail of black-and-white airflow immediately streaked across the sky. This was usually how fighter jets burned off excess fuel before landing.

Although this method was somewhat wasteful of energy, it could greatly interfere with the other party's vision. Furthermore, the pollutants unique to aviation fuel could disrupt Sixshot's sensitive electronic instruments, temporarily throwing his radar system into confusion.

"You bastard! I will never let you go! When I get my hands on you, I'll personally tear out your Spark and throw your body into a scrapyard! I absolutely won't let you off easy!"

Although Sixshot did not have a cleanliness obsession, in his eyes, the guy ahead was completely toying with him. It was an enormous insult to a Decepticon super warrior like himself.

And that was exactly the effect Starscream wanted. By the time his opponent gradually recovered from these distractions, he had already unknowingly fallen into Starscream's trap and followed him into a vast region of electromagnetic chaos.

"Boom!"

"Crackle, crackle!"

It was a series of sensations like minor electromagnetic explosions, something that made robots as sensitive to magnetic fields as Transformers feel extremely uncomfortable. Back when Starscream had first come to survey this area, he had nearly crashed here several times.

Although Sixshot's equipment was more advanced than Starscream's, he could not possibly remain completely unaffected. By the time he reacted, there was no trace left of the fake Ultra Magnus before him. In its place was the crackling effect of chaotic cosmic currents.

Within this enormous chaotic magnetic field, it was extremely dangerous without someone to lead the way, because every radar system failed here. If you placed too much faith in them, the next thing you found might be your own grave...

"You bastard! Ultra Magnus! You fake Ultra Magnus, get out here! Do you think this little trick can trap me, Sixshot? I-I am one of the top ten Decepticon warriors! This little magnetic field can't trap me at all! When I find you, I'll crush your Spark on the spot—crush it again!"

Sixshot knew that he had been played today. Fortunately, he had not ventured too deeply into this chaotic magnetic field yet. If he retraced his route from memory, he should still be able to get out safely. But asking him to give up his prey left him somewhat unwilling...