The proud mechanical goddess Quintasha was killed.

At least it seems to be the case.

The extremely delicate shell she created was scattered around the collapsed temple in a fragmented manner, with black motor oil and twisted parts falling on the ground with broken marks.

The two heads cut off by Laura's sword fell in different places.

While the ambulance was retreating, he accidentally stepped on one of them.

"Bang"

A small spark burst under its feet, and the movement made everyone present turn their heads and look at the ambulance.

The latter shrugged and took out the instrument used to repair the robot from the mechanical waist bag.

Crossing the ruins and heading towards the unlucky guy who was broken down by Quintasa, he was also the only injured person in this raid.

The Mechanical Knight Mute belongs to Indian Brother Du Pend.

The latter screamed endlessly, and it was not until the battle that everyone felt the noise of the guy.

Oh my God, it's so noisy!

"Is this over?"

The short silver-white warrior jazz was holding a ray gun in his hand, and his metal face showed extreme suspicion, and he looked back at the disaster.

Although this hideous warrior in black is no longer the Optimus Prime in its memory.

But in the event of emergencies, it still subconsciously wanted to seek advice from natural disasters.

"It shouldn't be that simple, right?"

Laura, who stood in a sword and broke Quintasha's head, also raised her head, and there was also unconcealed surprise and hesitation on her beautiful mechanical face.

In fact, in the imagination of these intelligent robots with normal thinking ability and occasionally active thinking, this assassination must be a difficult battle, and perhaps someone else will unfortunately sacrifice.

Before coming, every robot was ready to bury his bones here.

But things happened too quickly.

Too sudden.

"It's not over, it's definitely not over yet!"

Adam, the mechanical sage holding the fear warhammer shining with purple light, looked around vigilantly, and Hope around him also maintained the maximum detection state.

But no matter how Hope detects it, it cannot detect a specific data signal.

The mechanical goddess Quintasha, who has bad ambitions and wants to drain the energy of the earth's core and complete the path toward the gods, seems to be dead.

"I...I don't know either."

The scoundrel was leaning on his heavy sword that was stained with black motor oil in both hands. The huge 15-meter-high warrior looked around and said hesitantly:

"But at least on the surface, everything seems normal. Maybe we overestimated Quintasha's..."

"Wait! Quiet!"

The Cybertron soldier who had been silent all the time, Merlin's young good friend flew over the mountain and suddenly stretched out his hand, interrupting the natural disaster.

The mechanic who has been moving among the stars for the past decade squatted down, and closed his eyes like the explorer.

Put your fingers on the ground and after a few seconds, fly over the mountain and open your eyes.

This robot with red horns on its head turned to look at its girlfriend, and Ms. Alcey, who can transform into a cool blue motorcycle.

It says:

"I felt some abnormal vibrations, as if Cybertron was disintegrating. Arsey, use the vibration detector you equipped to detect the ground... deeper into the center of the earth!"

"Okay, Darling."

From the perspective of a robot, Ms. Arsie in blue paint can definitely be called a peerless beauty.

Her every move was full of charm. This style was different from the youthful beauty of the mechanical female warrior Laura, and it was a mature temperament.

She bent down and squatted beside her tall boyfriend, took a device similar to a stethoscope from her arm and stabbed under the temple ground.

In just a few seconds, Alsie's expression became very strange.

"It's not disintegration, it's change!"

"The ruins of the planet Cybertron are changing... Go! Get out of here!"

Alcey's warning voice in the second half became sharp in vain.

Other robots reacted very quickly. They rushed out of the ruins of the Earth Center Temple with severe injuries led by natural disasters.

The vibration under the ground became more and more intense, making the simulation of tension in each robot's thinking circuit more and more vivid.

All the robots grabbed their weapons.

They can feel...

Something weird is about to appear.

Perhaps it was from this long-dead world, revived from the cold gaze of tens of millions of mechanical undead, and got up from the abyss of the souls of the Cybertrons.

No matter what is appearing, it is basically certain that it will not be too friendly.

"Clang"

Just as the large army rushed out of the collapsed ruins, accompanied by the violent shock of the ruined world, a magnificent scene unfolded before all of them.

Cybertron, which is already in ruins...

Come alive!

The main earth of the broken planet is constantly distorting and reshaping in a way similar to the deformation of the Cybertron.

Countless piles on the earth, and the remains that died in the war between the Boss and the Crazy Sects were swallowed into the torn ground.

It's like the whole world devouring these decaying corpses.

The entire Cybertron ruins began to emit strong energy interference, making the flight mode of these mechanical assassins unable to be activated at all.

This broken world is aggregating bit by bit in a strange arc of light that shines through the entire earth's orbit.

Those twisted steel beams and iron frames, like tentacles, look at the fragments of the world outside the planet.

The metal fragments that were torn out of the Cybertron body during the explosion of the ancient planet and displayed outside the world in the form of an iron ring are all moving.

They are like being captured by the gravity reactivated by this gathering and dispersed steel world, just like having their own life, constantly being re-adhesively re-adhesively on the subject of the trembling Cybertron world in a way that "contraction".

If the mechanical assassins had not known what was going on in this world, the scene in front of them would have thought that this broken world was being reshaped and complete.

But it is no longer possible.

After all, it was shattered once in the cruelest way in the cruelest way of mechanical life's cruel war and endless spread of malicious intentions.

It's like a ceramic plate thrown on the ground, you can put it together with endless patience.

But it does not mean it will be restored to complete.

And no matter how exquisite the assembly is, the cracks that cannot be ignored are still there.

The entire Cybertron star is like a robot that is rapidly deforming.

Billions of steel have been molded into rough parts, mechanical facilities that have been shut down have been turned into rotating gears, and those energy spires that have been spread throughout the Cybertron are used as the skeletons of the world.

Those pipes, already filled with rust, are wrapped around the broken world, like blood vessels connected to the heart.

The substance like oil extracted from the broken earth began to flow again in those pipes, galloping like the burning blood in the blood vessels of giants.

The twists and rotations of the entire world are dazzling.

It's like an infinite machine that is restarted after a long shutdown.

Dust, shattered, was poured out with the rolling black smoke that burst out from all over the world.

There are also the harsh metal twists and folds sounds, like the blacksmith forging a weapon, like the deep snoring of a sleeping giant.

This scene is indescribable.

The local dazzle cannot conceal the speed of this process.

Just a few minutes later, the moment the mechanical assassins climbed up the closed crack in the center of the earth, the earth in the whole world began to shake violently.

It's like the world itself rejecting these assassins.

They were thrown into space from the twisted and undulating ground of the world, like aircraft being ejected into stars.

When they were far enough from the rapidly changing Cybertron world, they saw the planet now.

A face.

On the steel planet like a building block pieced together by naughty children, a face appeared on the surface of the planet covered with twisted metal.

A face that resembles Quintasha.

And those eyes.

The black hole is the abyss that leads directly to the underground of Cybertron. Under the abyss, there are forge-like flames burning, as if they have lighted pupils on these eyes.
To be continued...