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Chapter 1064
chapter 0445 part 1
**Chapter 438: Enemy, Eradicate the Roots**
The blue energy beam that struck down instantly blew the lower half of Starscream's body to pieces!
On the gravel-strewn road, Starscream, having lost his legs, crawled with difficulty using his hands. The exposed parts of his body scraped against the ground, leaving trails of sparks. Soon, Starscream collapsed in a Pile of Rocks, the red light in his eyes losing its luster.
Megatron couldn't spare a thought for this traitor at the moment. It scanned the surroundings warily. The two energy particle pulse beams just now clearly came from nearby, indicating that this group of unknown enemies had already arrived close by.
"Found them!"
Megatron's optical sensor switched to thermal imaging mode, and it suddenly discovered several thermal imaging figures a dozen meters away. Without thinking, it propped up its massive body with one hand and pounced towards those red dots.
While in mid-air, its only remaining arm switched to grenade mode, and it unleashed over a dozen grenades towards the target in one go.
Boom boom boom boom boom! After a series of explosions, smoke and dust billowed on the Highway... After unleashing all the grenades, Megatron switched its remaining arm back to blade mode. As its massive body pressed down towards the smoke and dust, the blade, flashing with cold light, swept out.
Before Megatron could land, countless hissing sounds suddenly came from the thick smoke and dust. Immediately after, over a dozen pitch black snake-like tentacles extended from the smoke and dust.
These viscous tentacles were each as thick as an arm, like wet liquid asphalt, pitch black all over. Their heads resembled strange snakes, each opening its mouth wide to reveal sharp, spike-like fangs.
These tentacles were over a dozen meters long, shooting straight at Megatron like black arrows.
As they approached Megatron, the serrations on these tentacles bit into Megatron's body one by one. Some tentacles were like soft whips, their bodies rapidly descending. Their strong and powerful bodies whipped fiercely at Megatron's arms, waist, and legs, producing crisp cracking sounds.
Megatron was completely entangled by over a dozen black tentacles. Seen from within the smoke and dust, it looked like a giant marionette.
"Looks like this should be a Robot Leader. Dig out its mechanical core! Take it back to the Weapon Research Laboratory. Those guys should pay a high price for it!"
From the smoke and dust, four or five figures walked out. Looking at the humans seemingly wrapped in asphalt-like liquid, Megatron angrily shook its body, trying to break free from the restraint.
But even with its own weight of dozens of tons and the strength of hundreds of tons when struggling, the viscous tentacles extending from these humans held it firmly bound.
"Do you want it alive? I feel like Mr. Wanke would be interested in this kind of robot that can transform between a machine and a car—"
Several Special Operations Soldiers wearing Symbiote Suits stood in front of Megatron, discussing how to deal with it as if no one else was present. Megatron could only let out bursts of angry roars. It was unwilling. It was the Leader of the Decepticons.
It was the hope of Cybertron. How could it die here? "Forget it, looking at its unruly appearance, if it causes trouble for our mission, it would be a case of losing more than we gain. I don't want to be punished by being sent to the Arctic Training Camp!"
"How should we handle this thing?"
"The glowing part should be its energy source. Dig it out. Cut off its head and keep it. There might be some chip or something inside."
"Snap-"
"Rip-"
Starscream buried itself in the Pile of Rocks, not daring to move. The sound of those "Demons" dismantling Megatron echoed in its ears. If it didn't lack human physiological structure, it would already be trembling.
"All dismembered!"
"Take everything you can!"
"There's another one over there! Looks like it's dead! How should we handle it?"
"The mission is important. Let's go support Cobra Commander!"
"Alright!"
Under the gravel, Starscream listened to the receding footsteps and voices, feeling a sense of relief. After five or six minutes, Starscream felt that the group of humans should have gone far away. Only then did it prop itself up with its arms and crawl out from the Pile of Rocks.
"Yo! White Bear, you guessed right. This robot was really playing dead!"
Starscream raised its head, only to see four people on top of the surrounding Pile of Rocks, holding several high-energy rifles that looked high-tech, aiming at its head.
These seemingly human figures were completely enveloped in black liquid. Their heads were also covered, with mouths stretching back to their ears, taking up a large portion of their heads. The one speaking, a suspected human existence, opened its large mouth filled with sharp teeth and stuck out a tongue three or four feet long, licking the corners of its mouth.
Starscream had seen that gaze before. It was when it was infiltrating the Human Air Force Base, the gaze those Pilots had when secretly looking at the scantily clad cover girls in erotic magazines.
"How should we deal with this guy? I say just cut off its head and take it back!"
A Special Operations Soldier shook his head. The Symbiote Suit on his back simulated eight sharp, spider-leg-like appendages, pointing them remotely at Starscream.
"Don't kill me, I surrender. I'm different from Megatron, I'm willing to obey your orders! Hiss hiss hiss..."
As Starscream looked up, it happened to see Megatron's head being carried by a Special Operations Soldier. It quickly let out a string of pleading sounds.
Perhaps because it lacked its lower limbs, Starscream's voice was accompanied by a series of electrical leakage sounds... "He knows what's good for him!"
**Chapter 438: Enemy, Eradicate the Roots**
The blue energy beam that struck down instantly blew the lower half of Starscream's body to pieces!
On the gravel-strewn road, Starscream, having lost his legs, crawled with difficulty using his hands. The exposed parts of his body scraped against the ground, leaving trails of sparks. Soon, Starscream collapsed in a Pile of Rocks, the red light in his eyes losing its luster.
Megatron couldn't spare a thought for this traitor at the moment. It scanned the surroundings warily. The two energy particle pulse beams just now clearly came from nearby, indicating that this group of unknown enemies had already arrived close by.
"Found them!"
Megatron's optical sensor switched to thermal imaging mode, and it suddenly discovered several thermal imaging figures a dozen meters away. Without thinking, it propped up its massive body with one hand and pounced towards those red dots.
While in mid-air, its only remaining arm switched to grenade mode, and it unleashed over a dozen grenades towards the target in one go.
Boom boom boom boom boom! After a series of explosions, smoke and dust billowed on the Highway... After unleashing all the grenades, Megatron switched its remaining arm back to blade mode. As its massive body pressed down towards the smoke and dust, the blade, flashing with cold light, swept out.
Before Megatron could land, countless hissing sounds suddenly came from the thick smoke and dust. Immediately after, over a dozen pitch black snake-like tentacles extended from the smoke and dust.
These viscous tentacles were each as thick as an arm, like wet liquid asphalt, pitch black all over. Their heads resembled strange snakes, each opening its mouth wide to reveal sharp, spike-like fangs.
These tentacles were over a dozen meters long, shooting straight at Megatron like black arrows.
As they approached Megatron, the serrations on these tentacles bit into Megatron's body one by one. Some tentacles were like soft whips, their bodies rapidly descending. Their strong and powerful bodies whipped fiercely at Megatron's arms, waist, and legs, producing crisp cracking sounds.
Megatron was completely entangled by over a dozen black tentacles. Seen from within the smoke and dust, it looked like a giant marionette.
"Looks like this should be a Robot Leader. Dig out its mechanical core! Take it back to the Weapon Research Laboratory. Those guys should pay a high price for it!"
From the smoke and dust, four or five figures walked out. Looking at the humans seemingly wrapped in asphalt-like liquid, Megatron angrily shook its body, trying to break free from the restraint.
But even with its own weight of dozens of tons and the strength of hundreds of tons when struggling, the viscous tentacles extending from these humans held it firmly bound.
"Do you want it alive? I feel like Mr. Wanke would be interested in this kind of robot that can transform between a machine and a car—"
Several Special Operations Soldiers wearing Symbiote Suits stood in front of Megatron, discussing how to deal with it as if no one else was present. Megatron could only let out bursts of angry roars. It was unwilling. It was the Leader of the Decepticons.
It was the hope of Cybertron. How could it die here? "Forget it, looking at its unruly appearance, if it causes trouble for our mission, it would be a case of losing more than we gain. I don't want to be punished by being sent to the Arctic Training Camp!"
"How should we handle this thing?"
"The glowing part should be its energy source. Dig it out. Cut off its head and keep it. There might be some chip or something inside."
"Snap-"
"Rip-"
Starscream buried itself in the Pile of Rocks, not daring to move. The sound of those "Demons" dismantling Megatron echoed in its ears. If it didn't lack human physiological structure, it would already be trembling.
"All dismembered!"
"Take everything you can!"
"There's another one over there! Looks like it's dead! How should we handle it?"
"The mission is important. Let's go support Cobra Commander!"
"Alright!"
Under the gravel, Starscream listened to the receding footsteps and voices, feeling a sense of relief. After five or six minutes, Starscream felt that the group of humans should have gone far away. Only then did it prop itself up with its arms and crawl out from the Pile of Rocks.
"Yo! White Bear, you guessed right. This robot was really playing dead!"
Starscream raised its head, only to see four people on top of the surrounding Pile of Rocks, holding several high-energy rifles that looked high-tech, aiming at its head.
These seemingly human figures were completely enveloped in black liquid. Their heads were also covered, with mouths stretching back to their ears, taking up a large portion of their heads. The one speaking, a suspected human existence, opened its large mouth filled with sharp teeth and stuck out a tongue three or four feet long, licking the corners of its mouth.
Starscream had seen that gaze before. It was when it was infiltrating the Human Air Force Base, the gaze those Pilots had when secretly looking at the scantily clad cover girls in erotic magazines.
"How should we deal with this guy? I say just cut off its head and take it back!"
A Special Operations Soldier shook his head. The Symbiote Suit on his back simulated eight sharp, spider-leg-like appendages, pointing them remotely at Starscream.
"Don't kill me, I surrender. I'm different from Megatron, I'm willing to obey your orders! Hiss hiss hiss..."
As Starscream looked up, it happened to see Megatron's head being carried by a Special Operations Soldier. It quickly let out a string of pleading sounds.
Perhaps because it lacked its lower limbs, Starscream's voice was accompanied by a series of electrical leakage sounds... "He knows what's good for him!"
