Chapter 927: Taking the Initiative (Seeking Subscriptions)

When Blitzwing and the others fled back to the Moon in a sorry state, Starscream, who had long since received the news, had already been waiting there for quite some time.

Looking at the incredibly disheveled Blitzwing, Starscream made no effort to hide his schadenfreude.

"Your Excellency Commander, it seems that former Leader of the Autobots has made you suffer quite a significant loss!"

Blitzwing landed on the ground, and the moment he completed his transformation, a piece of shattered armor slid off his chassis.

With a cold snort, Blitzwing's expression was not very pleasant.

"Heh heh..."

Starscream laughed very smugly; he had long since warned Blitzwing that this attack targeting Optimus Prime, while a deal between the Decepticon Legion and Sentinel Prime, did not require them to be too heartbroken—just putting on a show to make the Autobots pay some price was enough.

What they needed to do was to completely drive the enraged Optimus Prime into opposition against Sentinel Prime.

To these treacherous and cunning Decepticons, even temporary allies were something that could be betrayed at any time.

Moreover, whether it was Megatron or Starscream, both preferred to see the two leaders of the Autobots turn against each other under their instigation.

As for the matter of cooperation!

Just as Sentinel Prime never trusted the Decepticons from the very beginning, the Decepticon Legion was also guarding against Sentinel Prime.

How many instances of such mutually suspicious cooperation have ever succeeded since ancient times?

Both sides were merely overconfident, betting that they held more trump cards and had higher odds of winning than the other.

Silently leading the Decepticons who had fled back in a sorry state, Blitzwing and the others arrived inside the Base.

"My Liege, we have failed!"

Half-kneeling inside the massive Incubation Room that held Megatron's head, Blitzwing lowered his head, his posture extremely humble.

Megatron's cold, stern voice immediately rang out within the Incubation Room.

"Blitzwing, look at the good work you've done... Starscream had already conveyed my orders, yet you disobeyed them; you have quite a lot of nerve..."

The cold, murderous voice immediately made Blitzwing's chassis tremble.

The tyranny within the Decepticon Legion over millions of years had long since ingrained the image of the tyrant-like Megatron into the bones of every Decepticon.

"My Liege... it was me... it was my carelessness!"

Blitzwing lowered his head even further, his attitude even more humble than before.

He knew that Megatron could not do anything to him right now, and Starscream was still deliberately controlling the production speed of Megatron's New Body.

Regarding this fact, Blitzwing, who had his own thoughts, was also tacitly consenting.

I am afraid that a large part of Megatron's anger at this moment was because his arrival had not immediately resolved Megatron's predicament.

Unfortunately, Blitzwing was different from Shockwave.

He had no faith and was never loyal to anyone; he only believed in power and might.

And now, Megatron clearly possessed neither power nor might anymore.

Megatron snorted coldly, his anger causing his voice to induce a string of bubbles in the nutrient solution.

But he truly had no way to deal with Blitzwing and Starscream right now; even if he wanted to punish them, he could only wait until his true confidant—Shockwave—returned to settle the score.

"Damn it... damn it... all of them deserve to die... Starscream too... Blitzwing too... and that Frenzy and Optimus Prime, the Autobots..."

Anger made Megatron's mood exceptionally terrible right now, but the rage did not cloud this tyrant's head.

He coldly ordered: "Get up and go repair the injuries on your body immediately. Starscream has already come to report to me; the Replica Warrior Legion is ready, and now we are just waiting for Sentinel Prime to open the portal! You go down and prepare as well!"

"Yes!"

After Blitzwing lowered his head in salute, he withstood Megatron's undisguised, murderous gaze and exited the Incubation Room.

The moment the hatch closed, he let out a long breath.

"That tyrant is truly terrifying, even now that only a head remains..."

He muttered a sentence, then walked toward the medical bay without looking back.

As for the losses from the previous operation, who would care?

Megatron didn't care, Starscream didn't care, and Blitzwing cared even less.

In any case, the vast majority of the dead were, in their eyes, no different from Cannon Fodder—the Replica Warriors.

Such slaves were dead if they died; at most, it would just take some more time and resources to continue incubating them.

Not to mention Blitzwing fleeing back to the Moon Base in a sorry state once again, on Earth, Sun Cheng, who had already learned that the brief conflict in West Africa had ended, also slightly relaxed his furrowed brows.

"... As expected, it was a wasted worry; I should have guessed this outcome long ago... How could the Decepticon Legion sincerely cooperate with Sentinel Prime? Just like the Decepticon attack on South America before, it was another play performed for Sentinel Prime to see..."

Waving his hand to close the satellite surveillance footage, Sun Cheng laughed at himself for worrying about the safety of Optimus Prime and the others earlier.

According to the satellite footage, the total number of Decepticons that attacked the West African region this time was between four and five hundred, the vast majority of whom were Replica Warriors.

Although the Commander leading the attack on Optimus Prime and the others was the Decepticon Legion's land and air commander, the famous Triple Changer—Blitzwing, accompanying the operation were two Elite Warriors and some Advanced Warriors.

But what was the result? It seems that apart from two or three Advanced Warriors who got carried away and were killed by the Autobots, the three Elite Warriors including Blitzwing and those Advanced Warriors all retreated safely; those who died were merely more Replica Warriors.

But their goal was achieved; although the satellite footage was not very clear, the Autobots had at least suffered casualties of over one-third, or even close to half.

They had successfully angered Optimus Prime!

With Optimus Prime's political wisdom, it probably wouldn't be hard to imagine the relationship between the Decepticons who attacked him and his teacher, Sentinel Prime.

Next, a scene of a teacher and student turning against each other should be staged very soon.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should intervene, footsteps came from outside the command room.

Sun Cheng's Intelligence Chief—Mola, walked in quickly with an excited look on his face.

"Commander, after we expanded our search to all areas within South America and some islands in the nearby seas, we successfully locked onto 12 islands hiding Decepticons..."

Sun Cheng's expression immediately turned stern, then quickly transformed into a bloodthirsty smile.

"Good, good, good..."

Starscream had taught him a good lesson this time; in such a large South America, no matter how hard Base No. 2 tried, as long as the Decepticon population issue could not be completely resolved, being watched would inevitably lead to loopholes being found.

After the meeting not long ago, his subordinates—the various commanders—had each proposed quite a few good suggestions, one or two at a time.

Among them, the one Sun Cheng was most satisfied with was the suggestion from Frenzy.

Turning passive into active, they were going to choose to take the initiative to attack.