Chapter 754 - 34 Positioning

"What on earth is that..."

Egypt, Dagger’s tip battlefield.

Lennox hid behind cover, furiously yelling into the radio:

[Lennox: Command! We’ve taken heavy hits! A Decepticon we’ve never seen swallowed the explosion... swallowed the explosion!]

[Lennox: The encirclement has been broken!]

People couldn’t comprehend the scene that completely halted their brains:

A bombing of such magnitude, enough to crush the Decepticons gathered on the battlefield, yet...

But heat, shock waves, flames... these abstract concepts, things that shouldn’t be controlled, were manipulated before their eyes like magic, twisted, until a single explosion pushed their encirclement back hundreds of meters, creating several gaps!

They had seen Transformers transform and seen them use their spark radiation to manipulate metal, but something on this scale... unheard of!

It was practically magic!

Fallen Decepticon, one of the Primordial Transformers, in terms of seniority several levels above Optimus Prime, in terms of rank, whether Decepticons or Autobots, they were originally just servants of the Primordial Transformers!

This massive Transformer held its scepter, eyes fixed on Optimus Prime struggling to rise from the ruins—

The Fallen Decepticon showed a trace of excitement: Optimus Prime’s spark radiation was very special, definitely related to him and his Primordial Transformer brothers. If anyone on this battlefield could threaten him, it would be Optimus Prime.

But Optimus Prime was in terrible shape: he had a powerful spark source, wielding immense strength that other Transformers could hardly match, able to supply powerful weapons, and compatible with nearly all Cybertron Technology.

Yet he had no weapons, no means to create a Space Bridge, no way to control electromagnetic force on a large scale, or access to those immensely powerful arms and armaments.

The Fallen Decepticon advanced toward Optimus Prime, recovering while scrutinizing this... Transformer that might be a descendant of the Primordial Transformers.

"You’re too weak!"

The Fallen Decepticon charged Optimus Prime, who quickly got up to respond, mechanical clanks coming from the cracks hit by the scepter, sparks flew as he swung his fist, the air whistled, the earth trembled...

But he was facing something even stronger!

The Fallen Decepticon’s massive form stood like an iron bastion, towering in the center of the battlefield, his long scepter repeatedly repelling Optimus Prime’s attacks, breaking his blades, smashing his armor—

Fire rained from the sky, the battlefield shrouded in rolling smoke and flames, smoke hung like a black curtain blocking out the sky.

Megatron’s artillery rained down from above, the battlecruisers guarding the coast suffered air raids from Decepticons, the blue light of electromagnetic guns ripped the sky, but the Decepticons’ fury grew more ferocious with the Fallen Decepticon’s powerful counterattack!

Boom!

A loud noise, the scepter smashed hard into Optimus Prime’s faceplate, parts flew, oil leaked, the giant robot was unfazed, instantly preparing to swing his other hand—

Buzz!

A buzzing sound, Optimus Prime felt his fist controlled by some unseen force.

"Optimus Prime... traitor’s descendant." The Fallen Decepticon squinted, controlling Optimus Prime’s fist with some invisible force, "The sun will be mine to command, the era of humans, of slaves, is about to end..."

Crash...

The sound of collapsing buildings echoed in both the Fallen Decepticon and Optimus Prime’s minds.

In such a chaotic battlefield, such a sound should barely be a whisper in the wind, theoretically should not elicit any reaction.

But at that moment, they both simultaneously sensed a special kind of spark radiation...

If Lille could know all this, he could infer from the familiar plot:

The Fallen Decepticon belonged to the Primordial Transformers, Optimus Prime, in fact, carried the "bloodline" of the Primordial Transformers, the Leader Module, was essentially a special key for the Primordial Transformers’ authority.

Both Transformers looked toward a direction on the battlefield, the same answer simultaneously entered their minds:

Leader Module!

The Fallen Decepticon raised a leg to flee, Optimus Prime reacted quickly, using all his strength to pounce on him before he could gather power to create a Space Bridge!

[Optimus Prime: Autobots, protect the Leader Module!]

[Optimus Prime: Lille, we need more support!]

.....

Silverhand felt he had just woken up from an eternal solitude.

Upon waking, the world before him was bizarre and fantastical: light twisted into a tangled mess, erratic vibrations filled the vibration sensors, limbs felt bound in a ten-thousand-meter abyss, he remembered having limbs, but couldn’t recall how to move them.

His energy core ignited by a faint spark of energy, spark energy flowing...

Logically, Silverhand’s body temperature would continue to trap heat due to inefficient heat dissipation in space, gradually rising to normal levels, eventually returning to normal.

But Lille had total control over his core output, making it nearly impossible to rapidly reach normal levels with this little ignition energy.

Weak energy awakened his cognitive functions, an unfamiliar yet familiar voice entered his mind:

[Silverhand, we need your technology to transfer the sun and ignite Cybertron.]

[Tell me the technical details.]

Lille had synthesized the vocal frequency commonly used by Cybertronians, essentially simulating Cybertronese, though the semantics were evidently very rigid.

However, Silverhand’s brain could only maintain minimal thought, incapable of discerning lies.

He thought only of Cybertron.

"Space Bridge technology... yes, the technology I invented, we can use it to transfer a star... harvest stellar energy, reignite Cybertron."

Blue energy streamed through energy extraction conduits into the ark reactor, along with Silverhand’s thoughts becoming faintly perceived.

Deciphering the spark’s thoughts was akin to parsing human thoughts, both involved unraveling a life form’s mindset.

However, the latter was very mature, the former... Lille was a pioneer of this technology, he could only fumble like crossing a river by feeling the stones, constantly guiding with words and adjusting the decryption.

"Space Bridge technology is a technique using pure spark energy to pierce the boundaries of space and time... only spark energy can supply this technology."

[Lille: I know, tell me how to use it, the civil war continues, we’ve found a stellar harvesting apparatus on Earth, but the Autobots are blocking us from saving our home.]

[Lille: Tell me how to use it, I want to transfer all Decepticon forces to Earth, control the harvesting apparatus...]

With that, he transmitted the battle situation into Silverhand’s mind.

Images of the battlefield projected in Silverhand’s mind, but Silverhand saw approaching salvation, while Lille saw the Autobots and human forces retreat, and his autonomous combat drones...

The Fallen Decepticon was nearly invincible, the injured Optimus Prime couldn’t possibly match him.

As Optimus Prime faltered, Megatron’s led Decepticons were fully capable of suppressing the Autobots.

"Ah... the stellar harvesting apparatus, it seems the Primordial Transformers indeed visited here, listen..."

Silverhand’s mind grew clearer, as Lille’s decryption became more precise.

Although thoughts might exist in higher dimensions, when this information reached this dimension, it could all be deciphered—

Silverhand even took the initiative to open his database, transmitting Cybertronian text, speeding up the decryption.

"The answer you want is in this data chain. To save Cybertron, the spaceship has hundreds of energy pillars, the energy within the pillars is enough to transfer Cybertron, or... the army."

[Lille: No... our army is further away, I need you to help me recalibrate the transmission data.]

Destination coordinates, Cyberpunk World—

How could he pinpoint coordinates not in this dimension?

Lille looked at Johnny: Johnny’s appearance suddenly became irresistible, tracing the event logs of "Johnny Silverhand" manifesting in his mind, visibly detailing a chaotic energy state and information records.

Lille didn’t know if it was useful, but it was his only usable clue.

[Lille: Think of how you came over, think... Night City.]

In Silverhand’s bewildered consciousness, an odd entity appeared before him.

He started to become clear-headed.