Chapter 914: Meeting 3

Canada, the Beijing Jidi Bingyuan, in a remote canyon where few people ever set foot.

Onslaught watched the dozens of Decepticon Workers moving in and out before him, and impatiently slapped away a Worker that had gotten too close while carrying cargo without paying attention.

"Get lost!"

He wore an expression of impatience, and Blast Off, standing nearby, watched the cave being gradually widened with curiosity, his own grim face also showing impatience: "Boss, how much longer do we have to stay in this rat hole?"

It had been nearly two months since the clash with Frenzy and the others.

Because of his injuries, Onslaught and his Combaticons had not traveled very far.

They remained within Canada, in the vicinity of the Beijing Jidi Bingyuan, having found a canyon with relatively open terrain and excavated a cave in the rock wall at the bottom to serve as their temporary Base.

Swindle, who was relatively timid, was actually quite satisfied with the environment here and retorted upon hearing this: "Why leave? Isn't it quite nice here? Since the Boss created this batch of Workers, we don't have to do the manual labor ourselves anymore, and several mines have begun to be established; we will soon have a steady stream of resources."

Brawl shoved him aside and spat: "Useless trash, death will never change the cowardice in your bones!"

"Do you want to fight?"

Swindle knew he couldn't beat him, but he still put on a brave front.

Being clever, he knew very well that what Onslaught detested most was his subordinates bickering endlessly, and he would certainly not sit by and watch them fight among themselves.

Sure enough, as the two's heated argument looked set to escalate into a brawl, Onslaught finally spoke up.

"Enough, both of you get out of my sight. The Base is currently in ruins and there are places needing help everywhere; if you have so much energy you have nowhere to vent it, go help out!"

"Understood, Boss!"

Swindle looked sheepish, but walked away without hesitation.

Brawl, on the other hand, was so angry that his face became even more twisted.

Yet he had no choice but to obey Onslaught's order, because the current Onslaught held supreme status within the Combaticons.

Onslaught swept a cold glance at him, making no effort to hide the violent murderous intent in his heart.

Even with a temper as fiery as Brawl's, after meeting his gaze for a moment, he lowered his head in submission.

"I'm going to help move the machinery!"

After dropping this line, he soon left as well.

Blast Off curled his lip in disdain, but after being looked at coldly by Onslaught, he turned and went to the side to direct the Workers.

Once the three troublesome teammates were gone, Onslaught looked at Vortex, who was still staying nearby, "Starscream is going to have a remote communication with me in a moment, what do you think?"

Among the four teammates of the Combaticons, Vortex was considered the only Decepticon with a bit of brains.

Long ago, Onslaught had used him as his advisor, and Vortex had indeed provided him with quite a few rotten ideas.

Red light flickered in Vortex's eyes for a while, as if he were thinking about something.

Onslaught did not urge him; he was actually also pondering why Starscream had suddenly contacted him.

Ever since the battle in the Arctic ended, he, who had become somewhat arrogant and conceited because the Combaticons possessed the ability to combine into Bruticus, had truly been dealt a heavy blow by Frenzy.

After choosing to retreat in a sorry state, Onslaught began to constantly reflect on the reasons.

His personality was indeed arrogant, haughty, and self-centered, and he was also a pathological perfectionist.

But this did not mean Onslaught could not reflect; in fact, it was precisely because of the reflection after failure time and time again that he had not died in that civil war that lasted for millions of years like the other members of the Combaticons.

And this reflection was no small matter; he dug out from a corner of his memory some information about Frenzy's history of development on Earth that Starscream had relayed while on the Moon.

After carefully reading through it, even Onslaught could not help but marvel at the wisdom, methods, and ambition of the Frenzy he had once regarded as a pawn.

From a spy of the Cassette Corps who was not known for combat, and a semi-useless one at that after being re-Awakened, he had seized various opportunities bit by bit and used the resources on Earth to climb upward.

As a result, in just a few short years, the other party had climbed to a height where he could look him in the eye.

"Resources... resources... resources..."

This word flashed repeatedly in his mind, and Onslaught's heart burned with heat.

Unruly and arrogant as he was, although he had sensed Frenzy's wisdom and methods, he was more willing to attribute Frenzy's rise to the abundant resources on Earth.

Because of this, after a brief thought, Onslaught decided to learn a thing or two.

He specifically chose the Arctic region of Canada; the harsh environment here was indeed very difficult for humans to develop.

But the people of Cybertron would not care about this bit of cold; during the era of the Council of Ancients, there were no shortage of Cybertronian extraterrestrial colonies in even harsher environments, yet the people of Cybertron still established one mine and Base after another.

Therefore, in Onslaught's view, the remote Arctic region was simply a chosen land left specifically for him by the heavens.

Over the past two months, he, who was already very skilled at cultivating Decepticon Workers, had successively cultivated dozens of Workers for his own use.

At the same time, several mineral veins had been discovered by them, and a batch of mining equipment had been created for the Workers to use.

Now, every day, at least several tons of various metals were constantly being mined and smelted.

This efficiency was still growing, and everything was developing for the better.

"Boss!"

Vortex, having finished thinking, soon interrupted Onslaught's train of thought.

Just as he regained his focus, he heard Vortex analyze: "I think Starscream contacting you suddenly at this time is nothing more than wanting to continue using us as a blade!"

"The Autobots are said to be doing quite well in Africa now, and the vast South America has almost fallen into Frenzy's territory. Many human countries in North America, Asia, and Europe have also joined in the hunt for the Decepticons."

"The Decepticon Legion has almost no foothold on Earth now; Megatron is said to be left with only a head, and he's not the one calling the shots on the Moon, so naturally he wants to use our hands to open up the situation again."

Onslaught nodded slightly; the conclusion Vortex reached coincided with his own thoughts.

The Decepticon Legion had always been full of factions; Megatron + Shockwave + Soundwave was the largest faction, controlling over ninety percent of the entire Decepticon Legion's troops and resources at its peak.

And Starscream, who had rebelled twice, formed his own faction, he himself led a faction, and there were various other factions of different sizes.

If the Megatron faction still had its strength, it wouldn't have caused people to have bad ideas.

But it couldn't be helped that Megatron was now left with only a head, lingering on the Moon waiting for resurrection, Soundwave had died at the hands of Frenzy, and Shockwave and the main force he led had not yet arrived.

At this time, it could be said that Starscream was the undisputed strongest faction of the Decepticon Legion in the Solar System; that he would want to stir up trouble at this time was not strange to Onslaught and the others at all.