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Chapter 422: Vortex in the Flames of War
Two torrents collided with a thunderous crash, releasing an earth-shattering sound.
High above Earth, over the surface of the Indian Ocean, a great battle erupted.
A legion composed of over two hundred thousand diverse lifeforms from across the universe clashed with the Decepticon legion of more than twenty thousand, and chaos erupted in an instant.
Countless figures shot forward at high speed, only to be thrown back by the immense force of the impact, scattering like innumerable meteorite fragments and igniting into fireballs from the friction of their super-high velocity.
"Kill these robots!"
"Win this fight, and we'll earn our freedom!"
"Freedom! Freedom!"
Two hundred thousand criminals from the Phantom Zone, each one vicious and malevolent, charged forward like madmen with twisted, savage expressions on their faces, shouting in their various languages.
The Phantom Zone contained a complex and harsh environment, filled with vast, fragmented asteroid belts inhabited by those who had been defeated by the Kryptonians over long ages.
Anyone who managed to survive in the Phantom Zone was, without exception, one of the strongest and most vicious beings. The weaklings had died the moment they entered, killed by the other criminals.
Among this group of survivors, some possessed incredibly cunning personalities, others were extremely powerful, and still others were masters of psychic abilities.
But now, they had no choice but to don armor and fight for their lives.
Their lives were controlled by the Kryptonians. At any moment, the Kryptonians aboard the warship could detonate the devices implanted in their brains. To survive, they had to fight for them.
A fierce battle unfolded in the skies above the Indian Ocean, with the entire Earth watching.
Everyone restrained themselves, silently observing the engagement.
This was a battle between the Decepticons and the Kryptonian criminal army, and it served to showcase the combat power of these criminals.
Although they were strong, their strength was, frankly, limited.
On Earth, forty-one bases took aim. The vast majority deployed their main energy cannons, targeting the battlefield. After precise calculations that accounted for the Earth's curvature, they all opened fire, bombarding the rear of the enemy legion.
Violent explosions erupted, and the howling criminals suffered heavy casualties.
Only a rare few survived; the vast majority died on the spot.
Within the first minute of the battle, fifty thousand of the two hundred thousand criminals had been killed.
"Damn it, isn't this supposed to be a backward planet? Why do they have such powerful energy weapons?"
"This is absurd! Why didn't the Kryptonians intercept for us? Don't tell me their artificial intelligence is an idiot!"
The moment the cursing criminal finished speaking, his head suddenly swelled up, then popped like a bursting tomato, completely exploding. A small, brilliant spark flared and burned out.
The surrounding criminals shuddered. Their faces turned grim, and their killing intent flashed for a moment before vanishing. They could only vent their rage on the Transformers.
The Kryptonians' methods for dealing with these criminals were extremely cruel. Disobeying an order was death; speaking out of turn was also death.
Cannon fire filled the sky, and countless figures rained down like dumplings from a pot.
Among them were unknown creatures as well as Transformers.
Life became cheap and laughable in this moment. For these two hundred thousand beings, who had become numb from years of killing for survival, only in death could they find a sliver of value for their existence.
Of course, the criminals would never admit it. Who would willingly embrace death? That was something for fools. The criminals of the Phantom Zone had taken the concept of 'survival' to its absolute extreme.
In the head-on clash, the losses were immense.
In the air, vast numbers of warriors were entangled in combat. Although the Transformers were fewer in number, they held a firm advantage with their central processors that were comparable to computers, their powerful steel bodies, and their sharper, more ferocious weapons.
A Type I Decepticon warrior, gun in his left hand and sword in his right, cut down two enemies with a single slash. Then, a massive figure slammed into him, caving in his chest. But this bot didn't hesitate for a second, firing his left-hand gun and calmly killing his assailant.
The wound in his chest was severe, causing even the heart that protected his spark to sustain slight damage. Normally, an injury like this would require five minutes of rest for his body's self-healing ability to restore him completely. Yet, he showed no intention of stopping. He immediately transformed into a helicopter and opened fire furiously on the numerous enemies.
This warrior, seeing that his conventional weapons were too inefficient, extended a device from the nose of the helicopter. It was a pulse jamming device he had developed himself.
Several nearby enemies, a group of octopus-like creatures with numerous tentacles, surged toward him, barely squeezed into the standard-issue equipment provided by the Kryptonians.
"All of you, die! Long live the Decepticons!"
This Decepticon warrior immediately used an electromagnetic pulse weapon to disrupt their tech armor, then unleashed a fierce barrage of cannon fire, killing the octopus creatures.
But he too was surrounded by more enemies.
An enemy shot and damaged his helicopter's rotor, which began to emit black smoke. The Decepticon warrior wobbled, on the verge of crashing, about to be swarmed and killed by the predators waiting below.
Just then, an absurdly large greatsword slashed down, followed by a horizontal sweep that cleared out an entire area.
"Well done, soldier! What's your name?"
A rare hint of admiration appeared on Megatron's ferocious face.
The helicopter shuddered, and a muffled voice replied, "Vortex."
"Very good, Vortex. If you survive, I've decided to give you the opportunity and resources for promotion. As for how far you can advance, that will be up to you."
Megatron said approvingly. As his leaping body began its sharp descent, he raised his left arm. A giant cannon assembled in half a second, perfectly embedding itself above his left forearm. Then, a blinding blast of energy shot out, like an astonishing waterfall erupting from a spring.
This dispersed firing mode would undoubtedly waste a great deal of energy, but for Megatron, who currently possessed 150,000 units of energy, he couldn't care less about a mere two thousand-plus units.
The effect was astonishingly good. Dozens of enemies who had been rapidly closing in were killed.
As his body plummeted, just before hitting the ocean, Megatron instantly transformed into a stylish yet ferocious fighter jet. His acceleration shot to three times the speed of sound, and the barbs on both sides of the jet twitched slightly, forming an extremely lethal, outward-facing edge.
With savage speed and a powerful chassis, Megatron rampaged through the hundreds of thousands of enemies. Wherever he passed, he left a trail of severed limbs.
Those barbs were now draped with mangled flesh and shattered armor, dyeing Megatron's chassis a strange color—the color of all kinds of blood.
Vortex watched Megatron, who was like a god of war, and his optics brightened as if he had found his purpose in life. After a moment of silence, Vortex remained in his helicopter form, weaving through the battlefield in a seemingly clumsy yet incredibly agile vehicle form, killing one bizarre-looking alien after another.
He was smart enough to know that he was just a Type I grunt and couldn't withstand an overly powerful attack.
The Decepticon legion's losses continued to mount. Forty minutes passed, and under the onslaught of the fearless criminals, the Decepticons had paid the price of seven thousand warriors either killed or disabled and fallen into the ocean.
However, more than ten thousand Decepticon warriors had just been awakened in various bases, restlessly waiting for action.
This was also the Decepticons' final reserve force.
(end of chapter)
Two torrents collided with a thunderous crash, releasing an earth-shattering sound.
High above Earth, over the surface of the Indian Ocean, a great battle erupted.
A legion composed of over two hundred thousand diverse lifeforms from across the universe clashed with the Decepticon legion of more than twenty thousand, and chaos erupted in an instant.
Countless figures shot forward at high speed, only to be thrown back by the immense force of the impact, scattering like innumerable meteorite fragments and igniting into fireballs from the friction of their super-high velocity.
"Kill these robots!"
"Win this fight, and we'll earn our freedom!"
"Freedom! Freedom!"
Two hundred thousand criminals from the Phantom Zone, each one vicious and malevolent, charged forward like madmen with twisted, savage expressions on their faces, shouting in their various languages.
The Phantom Zone contained a complex and harsh environment, filled with vast, fragmented asteroid belts inhabited by those who had been defeated by the Kryptonians over long ages.
Anyone who managed to survive in the Phantom Zone was, without exception, one of the strongest and most vicious beings. The weaklings had died the moment they entered, killed by the other criminals.
Among this group of survivors, some possessed incredibly cunning personalities, others were extremely powerful, and still others were masters of psychic abilities.
But now, they had no choice but to don armor and fight for their lives.
Their lives were controlled by the Kryptonians. At any moment, the Kryptonians aboard the warship could detonate the devices implanted in their brains. To survive, they had to fight for them.
A fierce battle unfolded in the skies above the Indian Ocean, with the entire Earth watching.
Everyone restrained themselves, silently observing the engagement.
This was a battle between the Decepticons and the Kryptonian criminal army, and it served to showcase the combat power of these criminals.
Although they were strong, their strength was, frankly, limited.
On Earth, forty-one bases took aim. The vast majority deployed their main energy cannons, targeting the battlefield. After precise calculations that accounted for the Earth's curvature, they all opened fire, bombarding the rear of the enemy legion.
Violent explosions erupted, and the howling criminals suffered heavy casualties.
Only a rare few survived; the vast majority died on the spot.
Within the first minute of the battle, fifty thousand of the two hundred thousand criminals had been killed.
"Damn it, isn't this supposed to be a backward planet? Why do they have such powerful energy weapons?"
"This is absurd! Why didn't the Kryptonians intercept for us? Don't tell me their artificial intelligence is an idiot!"
The moment the cursing criminal finished speaking, his head suddenly swelled up, then popped like a bursting tomato, completely exploding. A small, brilliant spark flared and burned out.
The surrounding criminals shuddered. Their faces turned grim, and their killing intent flashed for a moment before vanishing. They could only vent their rage on the Transformers.
The Kryptonians' methods for dealing with these criminals were extremely cruel. Disobeying an order was death; speaking out of turn was also death.
Cannon fire filled the sky, and countless figures rained down like dumplings from a pot.
Among them were unknown creatures as well as Transformers.
Life became cheap and laughable in this moment. For these two hundred thousand beings, who had become numb from years of killing for survival, only in death could they find a sliver of value for their existence.
Of course, the criminals would never admit it. Who would willingly embrace death? That was something for fools. The criminals of the Phantom Zone had taken the concept of 'survival' to its absolute extreme.
In the head-on clash, the losses were immense.
In the air, vast numbers of warriors were entangled in combat. Although the Transformers were fewer in number, they held a firm advantage with their central processors that were comparable to computers, their powerful steel bodies, and their sharper, more ferocious weapons.
A Type I Decepticon warrior, gun in his left hand and sword in his right, cut down two enemies with a single slash. Then, a massive figure slammed into him, caving in his chest. But this bot didn't hesitate for a second, firing his left-hand gun and calmly killing his assailant.
The wound in his chest was severe, causing even the heart that protected his spark to sustain slight damage. Normally, an injury like this would require five minutes of rest for his body's self-healing ability to restore him completely. Yet, he showed no intention of stopping. He immediately transformed into a helicopter and opened fire furiously on the numerous enemies.
This warrior, seeing that his conventional weapons were too inefficient, extended a device from the nose of the helicopter. It was a pulse jamming device he had developed himself.
Several nearby enemies, a group of octopus-like creatures with numerous tentacles, surged toward him, barely squeezed into the standard-issue equipment provided by the Kryptonians.
"All of you, die! Long live the Decepticons!"
This Decepticon warrior immediately used an electromagnetic pulse weapon to disrupt their tech armor, then unleashed a fierce barrage of cannon fire, killing the octopus creatures.
But he too was surrounded by more enemies.
An enemy shot and damaged his helicopter's rotor, which began to emit black smoke. The Decepticon warrior wobbled, on the verge of crashing, about to be swarmed and killed by the predators waiting below.
Just then, an absurdly large greatsword slashed down, followed by a horizontal sweep that cleared out an entire area.
"Well done, soldier! What's your name?"
A rare hint of admiration appeared on Megatron's ferocious face.
The helicopter shuddered, and a muffled voice replied, "Vortex."
"Very good, Vortex. If you survive, I've decided to give you the opportunity and resources for promotion. As for how far you can advance, that will be up to you."
Megatron said approvingly. As his leaping body began its sharp descent, he raised his left arm. A giant cannon assembled in half a second, perfectly embedding itself above his left forearm. Then, a blinding blast of energy shot out, like an astonishing waterfall erupting from a spring.
This dispersed firing mode would undoubtedly waste a great deal of energy, but for Megatron, who currently possessed 150,000 units of energy, he couldn't care less about a mere two thousand-plus units.
The effect was astonishingly good. Dozens of enemies who had been rapidly closing in were killed.
As his body plummeted, just before hitting the ocean, Megatron instantly transformed into a stylish yet ferocious fighter jet. His acceleration shot to three times the speed of sound, and the barbs on both sides of the jet twitched slightly, forming an extremely lethal, outward-facing edge.
With savage speed and a powerful chassis, Megatron rampaged through the hundreds of thousands of enemies. Wherever he passed, he left a trail of severed limbs.
Those barbs were now draped with mangled flesh and shattered armor, dyeing Megatron's chassis a strange color—the color of all kinds of blood.
Vortex watched Megatron, who was like a god of war, and his optics brightened as if he had found his purpose in life. After a moment of silence, Vortex remained in his helicopter form, weaving through the battlefield in a seemingly clumsy yet incredibly agile vehicle form, killing one bizarre-looking alien after another.
He was smart enough to know that he was just a Type I grunt and couldn't withstand an overly powerful attack.
The Decepticon legion's losses continued to mount. Forty minutes passed, and under the onslaught of the fearless criminals, the Decepticons had paid the price of seven thousand warriors either killed or disabled and fallen into the ocean.
However, more than ten thousand Decepticon warriors had just been awakened in various bases, restlessly waiting for action.
This was also the Decepticons' final reserve force.
(end of chapter)
