Minor Moves

Two days later, Sun Cheng had finally returned to peak condition and stepped out of his laboratory.

Every Decepticon in the Central Command Base immediately noticed the changes to him.

After all, the shield Sun Cheng had newly forged weighed six tons.

It could transform into a suit of armor at his command and be worn over his body.

But in its armored state, the shield made Sun Cheng's frame look as though he had grown a whole size fatter.

More than half a month had passed since the Battle of Cairo ended.

Sun Cheng had not paid much attention to these matters lately, but he knew that Sentinel Prime had stirred up a massive hornet's nest this time.

Cairo alone—a thousand-year-old capital bombarded by the Autobots, Decepticons, Quintessa soldiers, and the U.S. military, its urban areas suffering widespread devastation—was enough to strike a raw nerve in countless humans.

Egypt, an ancient civilization whose very ethnic makeup had long since changed, had, through more than a century of promotion by European and American media, become the most famous ancient civilization in the world in their eyes, without equal.

Furthermore, after World War II, Egypt had forcibly reclaimed the Suez Canal, fought the Middle East wars, and under the leadership of a certain powerful figure, had once become the leader of the Third World and the strongest nation in the Middle East.

Even if it had declined now, it had at least once been glorious. It still possessed attention and influence.

Never mind that more than sixty thousand people had died in the bombing of its capital.

The prosperous Cairo metropolitan area had practically been destroyed. The direct economic losses alone exceeded tens of billions of dollars; factoring in potential losses, adding another zero to that figure would not have