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Chapter 402: The Ruthless Shockwave
"Down in the water, no one can save you no matter how loud you scream!"
"And it's the same up here on the surface!"
The moment the tattered Piranacon burst from the water's surface, he pathetically yelled out his team's long-rehearsed motto.
No matter how you looked at it, the whole display was just embarrassing.
Behind Piranacon, several thousand Atlantean warriors charged out, treading on the waves.
In the ocean, the Atlanteans' movement speed was actually no slower than Piranacon's.
The few hundred Transformers who had followed him down were swarmed and slaughtered by the vast number of Atlanteans; in the end, only Piranacon managed to fight his way out.
Shockwave sat in the command center of the base, his single, red-glowing eye showing no emotional fluctuation as he coldly watched everything on the display screen.
"Begin."
Shockwave said indifferently.
Transformers of various models lying in ambush around the base immediately swarmed forward. The sight of these heavily armed beings surging forth all at once was terrifying.
All the walls of the base began to collapse with a roar, transforming into several thousand Transformers. Although most were low-level Type I or sub-Type I Transformers, they still possessed considerable firepower.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Cannons roared as the savage faces of the Transformers were fully revealed. A dense barrage from energy cannons and energy guns filled the air, scorching it until it reeked. A violent torrent of energy particles slaughtered the undersea people the moment they surfaced.
Immediately after, Decepticon warriors wielding melee weapons began to charge in for close combat, reaping a mad harvest of heads.
In the sea, the Atlanteans had the home-field advantage. Their physical structure and species advantages were all optimized for the water, especially for those warriors who wielded magic, all of which was related to the sea.
But out of the water, it was the world of these Transformers.
Every Transformer possessed the essential battle gene upon their awakening. A Transformer born without the instinct to fight was considered a defective product—at least in the Decepticon legion, they would be sent back to be reforged.
Combat is the instinct of a Transformer, something etched into their very genes.
"Kill these surface-dwellers!"
"Damn air-breathers!"
In just ten short seconds, the Atlanteans had already left over a thousand corpses on the sea's surface. They were stunned by the dense, long-range energy bombardment.
What followed was rage and madness.
Since when did the primitive and lowly surface-dwellers dare to attack the noble people of the sea? Shouldn't they be obediently waiting to be ruled?
The Atlantean warriors shrieked and roared, raising their various melee weapons. Treading upon the waves, they charged forward, each with a savage expression.
"Activate the land cannons."
Shockwave said coldly.
The entire steel base began to extend numerous cannon barrels. Massive amounts of long-stored energy started to charge, then aimed slightly downward, unleashing a furious bombardment toward Atlantis and the ocean.
The several thousand warriors who had been the first to charge out of the ocean were instantly annihilated.
Piranacon fled to the base and immediately disassembled, gazing at the ocean with lingering fear.
Bitecrazy scratched his head, frustrated. "Boss, were we too pathetic? We actually got schooled in the ocean."
"You have to consider the circumstances! We had too few soldiers!" their leader, Divebomb, retorted angrily. "We were besieged by tens of thousands, and we killed at least two thousand enemies!"
Divebomb swore that if he were given ten thousand seafaring Transformers, he could definitely conquer all of Atlantis!
"You completed your mission well. It was a bit foolish, but the objective has been achieved." Megatron walked over, his towering form looking down on them.
Divebomb hurriedly lowered his head. Watching Megatron's back as he walked toward the ocean, he could feel lubricant beading on his forehead.
Divebomb was a rare Transformer of high intelligence. Although the Piranacon he formed was a weakling on land, his most outstanding trait was his intellect.
He knew very well that his mission was complete the moment he lured out a large number of enemies. Even if he hadn't understood at first, he figured it out when he was being hunted by tens of thousands.
They were nothing more than cannon fodder...
No, perhaps it should be said, this was to be expected with Shockwave as commander... That guy who was as cold and rational as a machine, who was devoid of any human sentiment...
Divebomb looked at his five carefree companions and gave a bitter smile.
Shockwave was a notorious calculation freak, obsessed with the pursuit of computational power. When he judged a matter—be it good or bad, superior or inferior—he approached it entirely from the perspectives of logic and mathematics.
As for personal feelings, anger, excitement, and other such pointless emotions? Shockwave would state that he had absolutely no need for such ridiculous things.
This was also why Megatron held Shockwave in such high regard.
Inside the base, Shockwave's fingers flew across a large keyboard. He committed to memory all the dense data that flashed rapidly across the display screen.
He entered a password. Moments later, at a naval base on the East Coast of the United States, the silently lurking Ravage reassembled from a pile of metal beads into his feline form and uploaded a prepared virus into the military's servers.
Thirty high-yield nuclear bombs were now under Shockwave's control, ready to be launched at any moment.
"Atlantis charging out of the ocean, suspected orders from the new Sea King, Orm... Establishing psychological data model for Orm... Calculating opening of magic barrier... Logic error, reboot..."
"Calculation three hundred twenty-nine..."
"Nuclear bomb contamination, analysis of undersea people's gene model... probability of terminal illness increased by 31%..."
Shockwave was like a ruthless machine; every calculation was based on absolute data.
It seemed that in Shockwave's eye, the Atlantean warriors continuously pouring out were merely a part of his plan, and the Transformer warriors outside were nothing more than humanoid numbers to be traded away.
As long as the outcome was positive and the process was the most advantageous, Shockwave couldn't care less how many warriors died.
"Hey, One-Eye, I'm ordering you to go out and fight in my capacity as adjutant! I'll take over here now!"
Starscream flew into the base through the downpour, heading straight for the main control room as soon as he entered, and gave his command.
A red light emanated from Shockwave's single eye as he scanned Starscream. "I refuse," he said coldly. "According to my calculations, you will only mess things up."
"What?!" Starscream's eyes widened in a furious rage. "You dare question my command talent?"
Shockwave pressed a final key, and a red countdown timer appeared on the screen. He stood up, his twelve-meter height allowing him to look down upon the dwarf-like Starscream. His face glowed with a terrifying red light, like a giant cannon ready to fire at any moment.
"Starscream, you are very skilled at commanding localized battles, but when it comes to grasping the overall situation, you can't even compare to Soundwave, let alone me."
"You have too many improper thoughts. According to my calculations, you would try to enslave those fish-people instead of killing them. You would prioritize seizing Atlantis's treasures and resources instead of inflicting mass casualties on their women and children who have potential combat capabilities."
Shockwave stated coldly, his tone unchanging.
(end of chapter)
"Down in the water, no one can save you no matter how loud you scream!"
"And it's the same up here on the surface!"
The moment the tattered Piranacon burst from the water's surface, he pathetically yelled out his team's long-rehearsed motto.
No matter how you looked at it, the whole display was just embarrassing.
Behind Piranacon, several thousand Atlantean warriors charged out, treading on the waves.
In the ocean, the Atlanteans' movement speed was actually no slower than Piranacon's.
The few hundred Transformers who had followed him down were swarmed and slaughtered by the vast number of Atlanteans; in the end, only Piranacon managed to fight his way out.
Shockwave sat in the command center of the base, his single, red-glowing eye showing no emotional fluctuation as he coldly watched everything on the display screen.
"Begin."
Shockwave said indifferently.
Transformers of various models lying in ambush around the base immediately swarmed forward. The sight of these heavily armed beings surging forth all at once was terrifying.
All the walls of the base began to collapse with a roar, transforming into several thousand Transformers. Although most were low-level Type I or sub-Type I Transformers, they still possessed considerable firepower.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Cannons roared as the savage faces of the Transformers were fully revealed. A dense barrage from energy cannons and energy guns filled the air, scorching it until it reeked. A violent torrent of energy particles slaughtered the undersea people the moment they surfaced.
Immediately after, Decepticon warriors wielding melee weapons began to charge in for close combat, reaping a mad harvest of heads.
In the sea, the Atlanteans had the home-field advantage. Their physical structure and species advantages were all optimized for the water, especially for those warriors who wielded magic, all of which was related to the sea.
But out of the water, it was the world of these Transformers.
Every Transformer possessed the essential battle gene upon their awakening. A Transformer born without the instinct to fight was considered a defective product—at least in the Decepticon legion, they would be sent back to be reforged.
Combat is the instinct of a Transformer, something etched into their very genes.
"Kill these surface-dwellers!"
"Damn air-breathers!"
In just ten short seconds, the Atlanteans had already left over a thousand corpses on the sea's surface. They were stunned by the dense, long-range energy bombardment.
What followed was rage and madness.
Since when did the primitive and lowly surface-dwellers dare to attack the noble people of the sea? Shouldn't they be obediently waiting to be ruled?
The Atlantean warriors shrieked and roared, raising their various melee weapons. Treading upon the waves, they charged forward, each with a savage expression.
"Activate the land cannons."
Shockwave said coldly.
The entire steel base began to extend numerous cannon barrels. Massive amounts of long-stored energy started to charge, then aimed slightly downward, unleashing a furious bombardment toward Atlantis and the ocean.
The several thousand warriors who had been the first to charge out of the ocean were instantly annihilated.
Piranacon fled to the base and immediately disassembled, gazing at the ocean with lingering fear.
Bitecrazy scratched his head, frustrated. "Boss, were we too pathetic? We actually got schooled in the ocean."
"You have to consider the circumstances! We had too few soldiers!" their leader, Divebomb, retorted angrily. "We were besieged by tens of thousands, and we killed at least two thousand enemies!"
Divebomb swore that if he were given ten thousand seafaring Transformers, he could definitely conquer all of Atlantis!
"You completed your mission well. It was a bit foolish, but the objective has been achieved." Megatron walked over, his towering form looking down on them.
Divebomb hurriedly lowered his head. Watching Megatron's back as he walked toward the ocean, he could feel lubricant beading on his forehead.
Divebomb was a rare Transformer of high intelligence. Although the Piranacon he formed was a weakling on land, his most outstanding trait was his intellect.
He knew very well that his mission was complete the moment he lured out a large number of enemies. Even if he hadn't understood at first, he figured it out when he was being hunted by tens of thousands.
They were nothing more than cannon fodder...
No, perhaps it should be said, this was to be expected with Shockwave as commander... That guy who was as cold and rational as a machine, who was devoid of any human sentiment...
Divebomb looked at his five carefree companions and gave a bitter smile.
Shockwave was a notorious calculation freak, obsessed with the pursuit of computational power. When he judged a matter—be it good or bad, superior or inferior—he approached it entirely from the perspectives of logic and mathematics.
As for personal feelings, anger, excitement, and other such pointless emotions? Shockwave would state that he had absolutely no need for such ridiculous things.
This was also why Megatron held Shockwave in such high regard.
Inside the base, Shockwave's fingers flew across a large keyboard. He committed to memory all the dense data that flashed rapidly across the display screen.
He entered a password. Moments later, at a naval base on the East Coast of the United States, the silently lurking Ravage reassembled from a pile of metal beads into his feline form and uploaded a prepared virus into the military's servers.
Thirty high-yield nuclear bombs were now under Shockwave's control, ready to be launched at any moment.
"Atlantis charging out of the ocean, suspected orders from the new Sea King, Orm... Establishing psychological data model for Orm... Calculating opening of magic barrier... Logic error, reboot..."
"Calculation three hundred twenty-nine..."
"Nuclear bomb contamination, analysis of undersea people's gene model... probability of terminal illness increased by 31%..."
Shockwave was like a ruthless machine; every calculation was based on absolute data.
It seemed that in Shockwave's eye, the Atlantean warriors continuously pouring out were merely a part of his plan, and the Transformer warriors outside were nothing more than humanoid numbers to be traded away.
As long as the outcome was positive and the process was the most advantageous, Shockwave couldn't care less how many warriors died.
"Hey, One-Eye, I'm ordering you to go out and fight in my capacity as adjutant! I'll take over here now!"
Starscream flew into the base through the downpour, heading straight for the main control room as soon as he entered, and gave his command.
A red light emanated from Shockwave's single eye as he scanned Starscream. "I refuse," he said coldly. "According to my calculations, you will only mess things up."
"What?!" Starscream's eyes widened in a furious rage. "You dare question my command talent?"
Shockwave pressed a final key, and a red countdown timer appeared on the screen. He stood up, his twelve-meter height allowing him to look down upon the dwarf-like Starscream. His face glowed with a terrifying red light, like a giant cannon ready to fire at any moment.
"Starscream, you are very skilled at commanding localized battles, but when it comes to grasping the overall situation, you can't even compare to Soundwave, let alone me."
"You have too many improper thoughts. According to my calculations, you would try to enslave those fish-people instead of killing them. You would prioritize seizing Atlantis's treasures and resources instead of inflicting mass casualties on their women and children who have potential combat capabilities."
Shockwave stated coldly, his tone unchanging.
(end of chapter)
