Optimus Prime had begun to adapt to local customs as well. The once compassionate and kind leader of the Autobots had now been fitted with quite a few terrifying weapons.
Such as a Flamethrower, grenade launcher, Circular Saw, and more. He even had a little dance platform installed.
He was currently speeding along in vehicle form, so naturally his face could not be seen. However, his voice came through the radio in the cab.
"Hello, my old friend Deathstroke. This was a deal between Miss Quinn and me."
Su Ming coughed, lit a cigarette to steady himself, and waved a hand in front of him. "A deal? I can roughly guess what it was, but are you sure the world you're in is suitable for Autobots to live in? And has Cybertron been lost again?"
"The situation is a little complicated, but... you are more or less right. In short, Emperor Maxim has returned once again. He trapped the Autobots through a conspiracy, and the Decepticons have returned to his command. They seized Cybertron and have no intention of negotiating, so I could only lead everyone away from our homeworld once more."
Though Optimus Prime's voice was still electronic, for some reason it made him sound weary.
"Ah, I offer my regrets and sympathies. I had originally planned to visit Cybertron and see Bumblebee when I had the time, but since Emperor Maxim has returned, I won't get involved. That is an internal Transformers matter."
Su Ming politely expressed his regret in diplomatic terms, but he had no desire whatsoever to get tangled up in this mess.
The so-called Emperor Maxim was one of Cybertron's Thirteen Creation Progenitors. What kind of person was he? He could simply be regarded as the Transformers equivalent of Evil God Loki.
Cunning, despicable, hypocritical—any