Chapter 936: The Darkest Hour

Amidst the dissatisfaction of the populace and the President, the military had long since become an unwieldy burden for this country.

Like a decrepit old man, it finally reacted after the Decepticon clone warriors had charged into Cairo and spent a full two hours burning, killing, and destroying.

"Hah, pathetic humans!"

A few hours were enough for Sentinel Prime and the other Autobots to arrive in Cairo.

At this moment, he was standing atop the tallest skyscraper in Cairo, quietly looking down at the scene below; his arrogant expression, combined with his massive, giant-like frame, truly made him look like one of the three gods of ancient Egyptian mythology.

When the roar of aircraft engines came from the sky, Blitzwing, who was wantonly destroying the city, could not help but look up toward the source of the sound.

With a cold snort, he immediately leaped up and rapidly transformed into an F-22 Fighter Jet in mid-air.

Rising into the sky almost simultaneously with Blitzwing were six or seven other fighter jets of various types.

Sentinel Prime naturally saw this entire scene; even though he hated the Decepticons to the bone, he could not help but feel a faint bitterness in his heart at this moment.

"Hmph, Megatron!"

Next, an uncontrollable rage rushed straight to Sentinel Prime's head!

Back then, he, a genius from the Primus Clan, had been chosen by numerous nobles and the Council of Ancients to be elevated as the King of Primus.

Young, reckless, and highly intelligent, he had originally thought the path awaiting him would be that of a legendary benevolent king.

Who would have thought that shortly after being elevated as the King of Primus, Sentinel Prime discovered that he was merely a marionette and a puppet in the hands of those nobles and the Council of Ancients.

Ambitious as he was, how could he endure such treatment? He tried every possible way to resist, but the results were easily suppressed by those nobles one after another.

It was only after he had been battered and bruised that Sentinel Prime finally matured, realizing that with the power he possessed, he was simply no match for those powerful noble factions.

Thus, he changed his approach, appearing to indulge himself and no longer resisting.

Privately, however, he actively cultivated confidants and planted them within the military and other violent apparatuses of Cybertron.

But these alone were still not enough; it just so happened that the prosperity and decay of the Council of Ancients era had given birth to the seeds of a Republic and democracy.

Although Sentinel Prime believed in his heart that these were nothing but fallacies, he decided to make good use of them.

Thus, after careful selection, he finally chose a powerful and equally ambitious slave from the most notorious slave gladiatorial arena—Megatron—and after luring him to defect, packaged him as a revolutionary fighting against the corrupt rule of the nobles and the Council of Ancients.

This was undoubtedly a successful move, but Sentinel Prime had clearly underestimated Megatron's ambition.

Under his support, Megatron stepped by step went from a gladiator slave to a national idol, then had his slave status revoked, was specially recruited into the military, and after repeated victories and meritorious service, finally became the military commander of all Cybertron.

It was precisely because of Megatron's success that the hierarchical system the nobles and the Council of Ancients had originally clung to was shaken to its foundations, encouraging the commoners and intensifying the contradictions throughout society.

And so, after a revolution, Sentinel Prime successfully joined forces with Megatron to seize all the power that had been monopolized by the nobles and the Council of Ancients.

As for the history that followed, there is no need to say more.

During the civil war, whenever Sentinel Prime saw the warriors under Megatron fighting without fear of death, causing severe blows to his own painstakingly trained Autobot army, he would harbor secret resentment.

Especially whenever he saw the brave and battle-hardened air force under Megatron, he would be even more envious.

"These warriors should have been loyal to me... Hmph, Megatron... once I have completely occupied Earth... you will be my next target..."

Leaving aside the fact that Sentinel Prime was currently furious with jealousy.

High in the sky, Blitzwing and the various fighter jets transformed from Decepticons had already engaged the Egyptian Air Force and launched a one-sided massacre against them.

The main force of the Egyptian Air Force consisted of nearly two hundred F-16 Fighter Jets.

For a small country, this type of fighter jet could be considered an excellent aircraft capable of effectively defending against foreign invasions and protecting its own airspace.

However, the strength of this light fighter jet itself was not considered top-tier on Earth.

Moreover, what it had to face at this moment was the powerful Decepticon air force.

The F-22 Fighter Jet that Blitzwing had transformed into shuttled back and forth in the air at a speed of over Mach 2, creating strings of sonic boom clouds that left countless eyes wide with shock.

He had once clashed with the most powerful US Air Force on Earth, and back then, he had single-handedly shot down nearly a hundred US fighter jets.

At this moment, facing an Egyptian Air Force whose pilots and aircraft quality were far inferior to the US military, he was so arrogant that he couldn't even be bothered to release his missiles.

Relying on the super-powered propulsion of a Triple Changer, he was like a falcon, constantly closing in on the F-16 Fighter Jets in the air, and then immediately strafing their external missiles or engines with his Machine Gun.

"Bang..."

One after another, the fighter jets he targeted could barely last a minute before exploding in mid-air.

And even if a pilot was lucky enough to eject from the cockpit before the jet exploded, the sadistic Blitzwing would ruthlessly chase them down and gun them to death in the air!

"Oh, God, what have we done wrong..."

In Cairo, countless citizens fleeing in panic could not help but look up at the sky whenever the sound of explosions reached them.

And whenever they saw a fighter jet belonging to their own country being shot down, they could not help but cover their mouths and weep silently.

"Boom!"

Amidst the roar of artillery, the United States Army mechanized units stationed near Cairo finally arrived at the outskirts of the city.

With the guidance of satellites and drones, the first automated artillery to establish positions began to bombard the Decepticons who were destroying the city most arrogantly.

Army aviation attack helicopters took to the sky, and the whistling surface-to-air missiles and Rockets were like a meteor shower.

On the ground, tank units were struggling to ram through the various vehicles jammed on the roads, attempting to drive toward areas with more Decepticon clone warriors.

But soon, the counterattacking Decepticons immediately caused the expectant gazes in Cairo to dim.

Although the Decepticon air force led by Blitzwing was small in number, every one of them was a battle-hardened elite.

They quickly shot down over a hundred air force jets, causing the military, out of distress, to take the initiative and order the remaining surviving jets to evacuate quickly.

And once they left, the army aviation's attack helicopters and drones became the next hunting targets for Blitzwing and his cohorts.

As the strings of sonic boom clouds continued to increase over Cairo, the attack helicopters from the army aviation units also rapidly decreased, until they were all shot down, becoming new sources of fire within the city of Cairo.

This ancient, thousand-year-old capital ushered in its darkest hour.