A Contest of Ideals

The moment the alarm sounded, the two of them instinctively ran for their posts.

As they listened to the alert on the way, his companion shot him a strange look.

You've got a fucking gift for jinxing things, don't you?

They ran all the way to the command room and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the colleagues on duty inside.

"What's the situation?"

"The fleet is currently holding position in Earth's outer orbit. No other activity."

"Earth's outer orbit? The alarm only went off a moment ago. How did they get so close?"

"Because the warships didn't come in from outside the Solar System. A black doorway opened, and they suddenly appeared in Earth's orbit."

The colleague on duty pulled up the footage. A doorway like a gash had opened, and the warships had emerged from it.

"Is that Cybertronian technology?"

"Our leader already asked the Autobots. Their leader personally confirmed that Cybertron never had anything like it."

"That's strange. Still, every Dark Energy Cannon should be online by now. With our other weapons too, even if they have two hundred warships, they won't set foot on our soil!"

He spoke with confidence. They shouldn't underestimate his country's ability to build infrastructure!

It hadn't been long since they had destroyed thirty Decepticon warships, but they had already tripled the number of Dark Energy Cannons, the mainstay of that battle.

With their other new weapons on top of that, they were confident they could stop two hundred warships.

Before anyone else could relax, countless more warships came pouring out of the void.

The colleague who had run in with him stared at the guy suspiciously. Was he some kind of reverse prophet? Maybe they should knife him.

Meanwhile, in another secret base, Optimus Prime held an emergency meeting