Chapter 915: Meeting 4

The time for the meeting with Starscream arrived very soon.

In a cave within the base that was taking initial shape, Onslaught stood to one side, letting the few Decepticon Workers that had just been cultivated fiddle with two slender metal pillars there.

"Master, the projector is ready!"

"Activate it!"

"Yes!"

Following Onslaught's command, the two Workers quickly walked to the metal pillars, each extending a hand to press against a pillar.

Soon, a deep blue light lit up on the metal pillars, which appeared smooth on the surface but actually possessed complex patterns.

At the same time, a wall of light quickly emerged between the two metal pillars.

"You're late, Onslaught!"

With the appearance of the light wall, the ferocious face of a Decepticon immediately surfaced upon it; it was none other than Starscream.

Onslaught gave a light snort and didn't waste words with him: "Speak. You suddenly want to meet with me—it couldn't be because you haven't seen me in a while and wanted to see if I was dead yet?"

Starscream, a sinister character who habitually stabbed others in the back.

Onslaught considered himself able to firmly suppress Starscream in terms of brute force, but if it came to playing schemes and tricks, he estimated that ten of himself would be no match for the other party.

Therefore, he was not prepared to waste more words with the other party and went straight to the topic, wanting to see what Starscream was plotting.

"Hehe..." Following a sharp, thin laugh characteristic of Starscream, the face on the light wall became even more ferocious due to the smile.

"We are old friends, Onslaught!"

Starscream's face was full of fake intimacy, which made Onslaught want to vomit.

He waved his hand impatiently, "Enough, put away that disgusting hypocrisy of yours. Say what you have to say, or I'm cutting the communication. My base here has only just started construction; every second of this intergalactic long-distance communication consumes an astronomical amount of energy."

"Tsk!"

Starscream made a clicking sound in his mouth, though it was unclear if it was because he heard that Onslaught had also established a base on Earth, or for some other reason.

However, he did indeed see Onslaught's impatience, so he stopped wasting words.

"Fine, I know you had a battle with Frenzy before, and even transformed into Bruticus. I want all the data from that battle; as a trade, I will allow you to participate in the upcoming operation?"

"Operation?"

Onslaught was very interested in this. Previously, when Starscream modified him and the Combaticons into Bruticus, the two had a verbal agreement that their combat data would be shared.

However, such verbal promises had no binding force for Decepticons, which was why Starscream opened with an inducement.

Although he had already obtained first-hand data when modifying the Combaticons and had begun to use the technology of Bruticus to upgrade Devastator.

But the combat data between Bruticus and a Quasi-Leader Class Warrior, as well as a faction, was undoubtedly precious and of great help in further discovering the shortcomings of Bruticus.

"Yes!" The Starscream on the light wall revealed an extremely exaggerated smile on his face.

"Do you know that our beloved Lord Prime—Sentinel Prime, has been re-awakened by Optimus Prime?"

The red light in Onslaught's eyes brightened significantly in an instant, "Sentinel Prime!?"

He roared this name almost through gritted teeth. During the first Cybertronian Civil War, as the leader of the Autobot faction, this Prime not only directed a large number of campaigns to annihilate the Decepticons, but he also personally took to the field; the number of Decepticon elites and higher-ranking Warriors who died at his hands was countless.

At that time, as one of the high-level Commanders of the Decepticon Legion, Onslaught had also clashed with Sentinel Prime no fewer than dozens of times, losing far more than he won, and had nearly died at Sentinel Prime's hands several times.

To say the hatred between the two was as deep as the sea would not be an exaggeration.

"Hehe!"

A smug smile appeared on Starscream's face, with a hint of mockery undisguised in the smile.

Onslaught had always thought highly of himself and was unwilling to bow to Shockwave and Megatron. Later, after his foundation—the entire Combaticon team—suffered combat losses, he became a lone wolf and was gradually and tacitly squeezed out of the high-level ranks by other high-level Commanders of the Decepticon Legion, becoming a marginalized figure.

Therefore, things like the meeting between Sentinel Prime and Megatron at the end of the second Cybertronian Civil War, and the secret agreement reached by the two overlords afterward.

Although Starscream and Soundwave and the others didn't know the clearer details, they had still heard some rumors.

Unlike Onslaught, who to this day didn't even know that Sentinel Prime's ship had crashed on the Moon and was later 'rescued' by Optimus Prime and the Autobots.

"I won't say any more unnecessary words. According to the intelligence we received, after Sentinel Prime was awakened, he drove Optimus Prime away not long ago and successfully became the leader of the Autobots once again."

"You should know his personality very well. As expected, the Autobots will soon completely occupy the entire territory of Africa, and even attempt to invade the entire Earth!"

"Earth is not like our former alien colonies; there are not only indigenous creatures here, but also Optimus Prime and Frenzy and the others."

"This is an opportunity; you should know that better than I do. Once things get chaotic on Earth, we can completely take advantage of the situation to occupy it!"

The ferocity on Onslaught's face did not dissipate, but the red light in his eyes dimmed somewhat.

He was thinking about the various gains and losses involved.

Starscream did not urge him, "You still have time, think it over carefully!"

After saying this, he took the initiative to cut off the remote communication.

And almost at the same time that Starscream contacted Onslaught, in New Iacon in Africa, ten thousand miles away from the Arctic region, Sentinel Prime was currently plotting with great satisfaction.

The originally spacious conference room had changed drastically by this time.

The circular conference table that was originally placed in the center of the room, which could seat more than twenty Autobots at the same time, had been dismantled.

Replacing it was a giant alloy seat on one side of the conference room.

Sentinel Prime was currently sitting on the seat, looking at the dozen or so Autobots standing in the conference room with a cold and stern expression. After his gaze swept over them one by one, it finally landed on one of the shorter Autobots.

"Wheeljack, how is the weapon development coming along?"

Wheeljack bowed slightly, using the act of lowering his head to hide the dissatisfaction on his face, "Leader, the weapon development is a bit slow. The foundation here at New Iacon is not like that of Cybertron; restarting weapon development requires designing and modifying some equipment first, and all of this takes time!"

Sentinel Prime frowned, his cold gaze lingering on him for a good while, until Wheeljack's bowed body was trembling slightly, before he coldly ordered.

"Our enemies will not stop their preparations for war just because we lack equipment. I give you one month; one month from now, we will launch a war against all human nations within Africa. These fragile carbon-based organisms do not deserve to possess such a planet; they will be the best slaves we have chosen for our home planet, Cybertron!"

In the conference room, several Autobots frowned in unison upon hearing this.

And Wheeljack had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree to the request of this Prime.

"Yes, Leader. I will do my best to strive to complete the task as soon as possible!"