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Devastator raised his ten-meter-long right arm. Looking up, this mechanical arm seemed like a Supreme Creation, capable of tearing apart the firmament. From the current history of human development, no War Weapon similar to Devastator has ever been born. Its body, over twenty meters tall, was enough to awe people; any single arm seemed capable of destroying a building.
Metal plates shifted outwards, and his fist transformed into armor attached to his forearm, revealing a hollow opening. Devastator assembled his arm into a gigantic cannon barrel!
Bang! Unexpectedly, when the cannon barrel fired, it only emitted a dull thud. A metallic sphere directly smashed into the rear of the crowd, moving sluggishly, looking nothing like it possessed any lethality.
"What are you trying to do now?" The leading Talon asked, somewhat confused.
This irregular metallic sphere actually began to writhe, as if conscious life had been born within it in an instant. Almost immediately, as the metal sphere hit the center of the crowd, the entire sphere exploded, and countless Little Transformers leaped out from it, charging towards the Talon who had shown unique behavior!
This metal projectile was entirely composed of Little Transformers, specifically manufactured to deal with this kind of situation, making it a Super Weapon when unleashed unexpectedly. In a small, confined area, what could be more agile and intimidating than a Little Transformer?
"Capture you alive and extract more intelligence about the Court of Owls." Tony's expression was indifferent. Trying to get the Dionysium technology by killing a bunch of Minions was pure fantasy. This technology must be in the hands of a few high-ranking individuals; he needed a guide to lead him to those high-ranking officials, then force out the technological principles.
As for this Talon's stubborn refusal to yield, hehehe... What was Scarecrow Crane for? He was a master of Fear Gas; he could devise a few new tricks and play this Talon to death.
Tony had originally planned for Crane to lie in ambush and immediately throw Cryo-Canisters when the Court of Owls appeared. As long as he could somehow lower the temperature to minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius, all the Talons would be effectively neutralized.
Low temperatures were the greatest weakness of the Talons; minus twenty degrees Celsius would affect their bodies. The dead and the living were not the same; even if they were Resurrected by Dionysium, they still came from a state of death.
However, this plan was ultimately discarded by Tony. Crane's combat ability was too poor, and coming here would be suicidal. He had other tasks planned for Crane, and letting Crane die here for nothing would not be worth it, making it difficult to extract Scarecrow's maximum value.
A group of Little Transformers immediately surrounded the strangely behaving Talon, instantly severing his legs. The moment he fell, they also lopped off both his arms. For someone implanted with Dionysium, these were not serious injuries; they could fully recover without a trace as long as the limbs were reattached.
This Talon was reduced to a limbless torso, but he was tough, remaining silent and enduring through gritted teeth even in this state. The other Talons seemed to have had their nerves instantly severed, freezing motionless, completely different from their previous image as ruthless and merciless killers.
"Indeed, you are the key; capturing you means capturing everything. The Court of Owls sending you out was truly a blunder. Not only did you fail to kill me, but you yourself will be my captive."
Devastator swung his arm, slicing through the Talons that could potentially threaten Tony, clearing a path forward for him as if sweeping away trash. Tony walked steadily on this blood-paved floor, step by step, towards his opponent.
Just as Tony reached halfway, a half-buried wreck of a body suddenly sprang up, its sharp blade aimed directly at Tony's neck. Tony's foolish act of shedding his Armor had given it a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"I found you..."
A Little Transformer, formed from an electric baton, leaped from Tony's waist, grabbing the blade. At the same time, a powerful current of electricity flowed back along the blade, the shocking jolt making that Talon scream. The previous one was a disguise; this was the true leader.
All the previously unconscious Talons now went mad, charging at Tony like frenzied beasts. They disregarded all combat techniques and evasions, single-mindedly rushing towards Tony to kill him.
Optimus Prime and the others stood on the periphery, commencing a slaughter. Previously, the Talons were like true assassins, silent and delivering death in stillness, but now they charged forward mindlessly like deranged fools.
"If I were you, I would have strapped explosives to my body and tried to take me down with you, even though that definitely wouldn't kill me... A life of comfort has devolved the Court of Owls' high-ranking members into Underworld Rats hiding in the shadows, losing their courage, not even daring to show themselves to living people."
Tony chopped off one arm of the Talon, who was now only a torso, then severed the hand from its other arm. Tony walked, holding the wrist of the Talon's only remaining arm, completely ignoring the ceaseless flow of blood. In any case, this creature would soon recover its wounds on its own; it certainly wouldn't die.
This Talon, who had just moments ago been high and mighty, announcing Tony's death sentence in the voice of the Court of Owls, was now being dragged like a dead dog by the scar-ridden Tony.
"Honestly, the killers you've created aren't bad; they're fearless in the face of death. If I didn't have better Transformer warriors, I might genuinely use your methods to mass-produce Cannon Fodder."
Tony spoke casually, disregarding the Talon's wails as he dragged it. As he walked, the blood flowing from the Talon left deep streaks, a long trail entirely outlined in crimson.
Tony wasn't just spouting nonsense. He had indeed considered using Dionysium to create an army of flesh-and-blood warriors, but after much thought, he had shelved the idea for now, unless it became truly necessary. When it came to warriors, when it came to Cannon Fodder, he could easily raise an army by simply finding a Scrapyard—though this army might be fragile, with many dilapidated Transformers easily blown apart by a single rocket launcher.
He struck mercilessly, carrying out a Purge of all the Talons, leaving behind only widespread devastation. Countless bodies lay piled one on top of another, layer after layer, with various severed limbs scattered everywhere. A strong stench of blood drifted far away on the breeze.
This activity was significant and could not be hidden from interested parties, such as the sneaky S.H.I.E.L.D. As long as they weren't blind and deaf, they would certainly know something was wrong. In fact, when Batman drew all the city's electricity, it already indicated something had happened.
The Dionysium technology was too important; it was a crucial part of his plan to rebuild Cybertron in the Cosmos. Before he cleansed the Court of Owls and seized the detailed technology, Tony would not allow anyone to interfere, not even S.H.I.E.L.D.; there was no possibility of negotiation whatsoever.
Tony continued, dragging the wailing Talon with his own scar-ridden body. As they passed a dilapidated house in the Old City, an old vagrant was warming himself by a fire, staring with dull eyes at the blood-soaked Tony, who looked like a demon. It was impossible to tell if it was Tony's own blood or the Talon's; the two had long since become indistinguishable.
"Nice clothes!" Tony tilted his head, glanced at him, and flashed a grin.
(end of chapter)
Metal plates shifted outwards, and his fist transformed into armor attached to his forearm, revealing a hollow opening. Devastator assembled his arm into a gigantic cannon barrel!
Bang! Unexpectedly, when the cannon barrel fired, it only emitted a dull thud. A metallic sphere directly smashed into the rear of the crowd, moving sluggishly, looking nothing like it possessed any lethality.
"What are you trying to do now?" The leading Talon asked, somewhat confused.
This irregular metallic sphere actually began to writhe, as if conscious life had been born within it in an instant. Almost immediately, as the metal sphere hit the center of the crowd, the entire sphere exploded, and countless Little Transformers leaped out from it, charging towards the Talon who had shown unique behavior!
This metal projectile was entirely composed of Little Transformers, specifically manufactured to deal with this kind of situation, making it a Super Weapon when unleashed unexpectedly. In a small, confined area, what could be more agile and intimidating than a Little Transformer?
"Capture you alive and extract more intelligence about the Court of Owls." Tony's expression was indifferent. Trying to get the Dionysium technology by killing a bunch of Minions was pure fantasy. This technology must be in the hands of a few high-ranking individuals; he needed a guide to lead him to those high-ranking officials, then force out the technological principles.
As for this Talon's stubborn refusal to yield, hehehe... What was Scarecrow Crane for? He was a master of Fear Gas; he could devise a few new tricks and play this Talon to death.
Tony had originally planned for Crane to lie in ambush and immediately throw Cryo-Canisters when the Court of Owls appeared. As long as he could somehow lower the temperature to minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius, all the Talons would be effectively neutralized.
Low temperatures were the greatest weakness of the Talons; minus twenty degrees Celsius would affect their bodies. The dead and the living were not the same; even if they were Resurrected by Dionysium, they still came from a state of death.
However, this plan was ultimately discarded by Tony. Crane's combat ability was too poor, and coming here would be suicidal. He had other tasks planned for Crane, and letting Crane die here for nothing would not be worth it, making it difficult to extract Scarecrow's maximum value.
A group of Little Transformers immediately surrounded the strangely behaving Talon, instantly severing his legs. The moment he fell, they also lopped off both his arms. For someone implanted with Dionysium, these were not serious injuries; they could fully recover without a trace as long as the limbs were reattached.
This Talon was reduced to a limbless torso, but he was tough, remaining silent and enduring through gritted teeth even in this state. The other Talons seemed to have had their nerves instantly severed, freezing motionless, completely different from their previous image as ruthless and merciless killers.
"Indeed, you are the key; capturing you means capturing everything. The Court of Owls sending you out was truly a blunder. Not only did you fail to kill me, but you yourself will be my captive."
Devastator swung his arm, slicing through the Talons that could potentially threaten Tony, clearing a path forward for him as if sweeping away trash. Tony walked steadily on this blood-paved floor, step by step, towards his opponent.
Just as Tony reached halfway, a half-buried wreck of a body suddenly sprang up, its sharp blade aimed directly at Tony's neck. Tony's foolish act of shedding his Armor had given it a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"I found you..."
A Little Transformer, formed from an electric baton, leaped from Tony's waist, grabbing the blade. At the same time, a powerful current of electricity flowed back along the blade, the shocking jolt making that Talon scream. The previous one was a disguise; this was the true leader.
All the previously unconscious Talons now went mad, charging at Tony like frenzied beasts. They disregarded all combat techniques and evasions, single-mindedly rushing towards Tony to kill him.
Optimus Prime and the others stood on the periphery, commencing a slaughter. Previously, the Talons were like true assassins, silent and delivering death in stillness, but now they charged forward mindlessly like deranged fools.
"If I were you, I would have strapped explosives to my body and tried to take me down with you, even though that definitely wouldn't kill me... A life of comfort has devolved the Court of Owls' high-ranking members into Underworld Rats hiding in the shadows, losing their courage, not even daring to show themselves to living people."
Tony chopped off one arm of the Talon, who was now only a torso, then severed the hand from its other arm. Tony walked, holding the wrist of the Talon's only remaining arm, completely ignoring the ceaseless flow of blood. In any case, this creature would soon recover its wounds on its own; it certainly wouldn't die.
This Talon, who had just moments ago been high and mighty, announcing Tony's death sentence in the voice of the Court of Owls, was now being dragged like a dead dog by the scar-ridden Tony.
"Honestly, the killers you've created aren't bad; they're fearless in the face of death. If I didn't have better Transformer warriors, I might genuinely use your methods to mass-produce Cannon Fodder."
Tony spoke casually, disregarding the Talon's wails as he dragged it. As he walked, the blood flowing from the Talon left deep streaks, a long trail entirely outlined in crimson.
Tony wasn't just spouting nonsense. He had indeed considered using Dionysium to create an army of flesh-and-blood warriors, but after much thought, he had shelved the idea for now, unless it became truly necessary. When it came to warriors, when it came to Cannon Fodder, he could easily raise an army by simply finding a Scrapyard—though this army might be fragile, with many dilapidated Transformers easily blown apart by a single rocket launcher.
He struck mercilessly, carrying out a Purge of all the Talons, leaving behind only widespread devastation. Countless bodies lay piled one on top of another, layer after layer, with various severed limbs scattered everywhere. A strong stench of blood drifted far away on the breeze.
This activity was significant and could not be hidden from interested parties, such as the sneaky S.H.I.E.L.D. As long as they weren't blind and deaf, they would certainly know something was wrong. In fact, when Batman drew all the city's electricity, it already indicated something had happened.
The Dionysium technology was too important; it was a crucial part of his plan to rebuild Cybertron in the Cosmos. Before he cleansed the Court of Owls and seized the detailed technology, Tony would not allow anyone to interfere, not even S.H.I.E.L.D.; there was no possibility of negotiation whatsoever.
Tony continued, dragging the wailing Talon with his own scar-ridden body. As they passed a dilapidated house in the Old City, an old vagrant was warming himself by a fire, staring with dull eyes at the blood-soaked Tony, who looked like a demon. It was impossible to tell if it was Tony's own blood or the Talon's; the two had long since become indistinguishable.
"Nice clothes!" Tony tilted his head, glanced at him, and flashed a grin.
(end of chapter)
