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Boom!

The Fallen, who suddenly descended from the sky like a bomb, threw the advancing Autobot convoy into chaos.

"You've finally let me find you, you damned vermin!"

Looking at the mechanical giant standing in the middle of the road, as tall and burly as the six Primes who had appeared when he died before, Optimus Prime leaped up and quickly completed his transformation.

"Autobots, prepare for battle!"

After quickly completing his transformation, Optimus Prime pulled out his Laser Cannon with his left hand and fired wildly at The Fallen.

His right hand gripped his Heavy Sword; clearly, he knew well that when facing this evil Prime, there was no reasoning to be had, only battle.

"Hand over the Matrix of Leadership, little one..."

The Fallen easily dodged Optimus Prime's laser fire; his Bone Staff had already been severed in two during his previous battle with Sun Cheng.

Having lost a weapon that was still somewhat handy because of this, The Fallen's combat effectiveness had declined somewhat.

The Autobots quickly scattered, surrounding him in the middle.

The Fallen did not care about this in the slightest; even if his current strength was no longer one percent of his peak, it was not something these little ones, most of whom didn't even count as Commanders, could hurt.

The Autobot Ironhide had a fiery temper; his alternate form was a yellow Toyota Supra sports car.

When this guy discovered that The Fallen had his back to him, he immediately drew his long blade and stabbed toward his back.

But he was clearly going to be disappointed!

The Fallen's battlefield control was too strong; seeing Ironhide's long blade approaching him, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled, and with a cold sneer, his body executed a back-spin kick at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.

"Bang!"

An unrivaled, immense force instantly kicked Ironhide dozens of meters away, where he crashed heavily in front of a rock by the side of the road.

Looking at the deep dent on Ironhide's body and the constantly flashing electric sparks, this back-spin kick had actually severely wounded him.

"My patience is very limited! Little one..."

The Fallen had suffered a small loss at Sun Cheng's hands not long ago, and his handy weapon had also been cut in two.

Of course, these were not the reasons he seemed easier to talk to than before; his gaze toward Optimus Prime was arrogant and overbearing, but it carried a hint of trepidation.

In the past, his brother Alpha Trion, the Sacred Prophet who wielded the divine artifact—the Quill of Fate, had once prophesied that he would surely die at the hands of a descendant of a certain Prime.

This prophecy was like a curse; over so many years, even though The Fallen had returned to the planet Cybertron a few times, he had always remained hidden behind the scenes.

Because his brother Alpha Trion had made countless prophecies since his birth, and not a single one had been wrong.

After investigating and discovering that his elder brother, the Prime, had injected all his energy into a well they used to create Mechanical Life before he died, and that the Primus Clan who later ruled the planet Cybertron was born as a result, The Fallen had acted.

It was The Fallen who secretly incited the nobles to fall and began to provoke and question the divine royal power of the Primus Clan.

He also took in the ambitious gladiator slave—Megatron—as his apprentice, teaching him a series of "survival of the fittest" viewpoints and brilliant combat techniques, and even spared no energy to create a powerful body for him.

Of course, The Fallen did not forget to leave the seeds of rebellion in Megatron's heart.

Because at that time, he had already determined that his brother Alpha Trion's prophecy—that a descendant of a Prime would kill him—referred to the then King of Primus, Sentinel Prime.

In his youth, Sentinel Prime possessed abilities that everyone had to respect.

He was a born emperor: proud, overbearing, cold, and ruthless.

Unlike those Primus predecessors whose power had been gradually hollowed out by corrupt nobles, Sentinel Prime, having just ascended the throne, displayed imperial-level ability and skill in a very short time.

On one hand, he gathered the disintegrating Primus Clan and actively courted the young military faction; on the other, he used an iron fist and royal power to confront the corrupt high nobles while secretly winning over the small and medium nobles.

If Sentinel Prime's opponents had only been some fallen, corrupt nobles, given a few hundred or even a thousand years, he could have cleaned those guys out completely.

Unfortunately, what Sentinel Prime faced was not only another ambitious hero—Megatron—but also The Fallen, who had been hiding behind Megatron and observing him for hundreds of years.

In the end, the Decepticon Legion was established under the secret instigation of The Fallen; although Sentinel Prime had concentrated the Primus Clan and obtained leadership over the Autobots, the civil war still took up too much of his energy.

Until The Fallen had to return to Earth to sleep due to his injuries, Sentinel Prime had never discovered this mastermind, nor had he posed any threat to him.

And when The Fallen woke up again, he was gratified to receive the best news he wanted to hear from Starscream.

Sentinel Prime had ultimately been defeated in the civil war between the Decepticons and the Autobots; the ship he was traveling on was attacked by the Decepticons, and after the explosion, there was nothing left of him.

This news had made The Fallen happy for a time, so much so that later, even though he learned that the new leader of the Autobots—Sentinel Prime's student, Optimus Prime—was also on Earth, he was wary of Alpha Trion's prophecy, but in reality, he didn't have much fear of Optimus Prime.

But at this moment, The Fallen felt some regret.

"It's the Matrix of Leadership!"

Feeling the special energy fluctuations coming from Optimus Prime, The Fallen was both fearful and hateful.

He had also once possessed the Matrix of Leadership for a time, so he was naturally familiar with its energy fluctuations.

Originally, the fact that this young leader had died and been resurrected was enough to prove many things.

Now, seeing him growing stronger every moment, a fear of the prophecy made The Fallen want to turn around and leave immediately for a split second.

Heaven knows how many years he had spent living in fear because of that prophecy from Alpha Trion.

Optimus Prime looked at Ironhide, who had been severely wounded by a single kick, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes.

The Fallen's martial power indeed made him feel invincible, but as a leader—and a leader who had commanded a small number of Autobots to persist in a century-long bitter war against the Decepticon Legion—Optimus Prime's conviction and will were likely even firmer than those of his teacher, Sentinel Prime.

"The Fallen..."

Not a hint of fear could be heard in Optimus Prime's voice. "This is Earth, the home that belongs to humanity. I will never sit by and watch you use the Matrix of Leadership to destroy their planet. You have committed enough wrongs!"

Having said this, he gripped his Heavy Sword tightly and bravely launched a fearless charge at this fallen Prime.

A battle of fate, begin!

Dingdian