Darkest Hour

Amid the dissatisfaction of both the public and the president, the military, which had long since grown too powerful to control in this country, like a decrepit old man, finally reacted after the Decepticon Replica Soldiers had stormed into Cairo and spent more than two hours burning, killing, and wreaking havoc.

"Heh, insignificant humans!"

A few hours had been enough for Sentinel Prime and the other Autobots to reach Cairo.

At that moment, he stood atop the tallest skyscraper in Cairo, silently looking down below. His arrogant expression, combined with his massive, giant-like mechanical body, made him seem like one of the three great gods of ancient Egyptian mythology.

When the roar of aircraft came from the sky, Lightning, who was wreaking havoc throughout the city, could not help but look up toward the sound.

With a cold snort, he leaped into the air and swiftly transformed into an F-22 fighter jet.

Almost at the same time Lightning took off, another six or seven fighter jets of various models rose into the sky as well.

Sentinel Prime naturally saw everything. Although he hated the Decepticons to the bone, a faint bitterness still rose in his heart.

"Hmph, Megatron!"

What followed was an uncontrollable surge of fury that rushed straight to Sentinel Prime's head!

Back then, this genius born of the Primus race had been chosen by numerous nobles and the Elder Council, then elevated as King of Primus.

Young, impulsive, and gifted, he had thought the path awaiting him would be that of a legendary benevolent and righteous king.

But not long after being made king, Sentinel Prime discovered that he was nothing more than a puppet on strings, a marionette in the hands of the nobles and the Elder Council.

How could someone as ambitious as him tolerate such