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**Chapter 38: War**
The ones currently besieging him were merely a group of weapon-wielding Ghoul Tribe members; facing the vampires themselves later would be the real challenge. Kill off this batch of Ghoul Tribe members and make them pay!
Each Ghoul Tribe member killed was one less; a single hit meant certain death for them. After all, they were still human, unlike vampires who possessed formidable vitality.
Tony was willing to suffer considerable losses himself, yet he strove for the complete annihilation of the enemy. He preferred his enemies to suffer far more casualties than his own forces. Not to mention, Tony's Allspark ensured he could continuously produce a Legion; for every one lost, he would rebuild more. Even if it meant overwhelming the enemy with sheer numbers, he would bury them until they died!
Tony simply wasn't afraid of losses!
A Transformer leaped, and in mid-air, it had already assembled into a massive Battle Saber, glinting with a chilling, intimidating light. Braving the barrage of fire, it surged past Optimus Prime and charged ferociously into the crowd. Slicing left and right, it sent countless sprays of blood flying.
The Ghoul Tribe members were terrified. What a horrifying massacre it was for a Giant Robot to tear into a formation of flesh-and-blood bodies! With just one casual swing of the Monster's blade, several people were cut in half at the waist, lying miserably on the ground, desperately clutching their intestines and organs. They couldn't believe the scene before their eyes, refusing to accept that they had been dismembered, using their last ounces of strength to cry out, trying to stuff their organs back inside.
They weren't dead yet, busying themselves in vain. Many onlookers watched, their eyes wide with horror. This was the most terrifying scene: a person who should be dead but wasn't, struggling desperately, yet inevitably doomed to die.
Some Ghoul Tribe members immediately threw up on the spot, trembling uncontrollably, unable to even hold their guns steady.
They were trained to fight, but no one had ever trained them how to truly deal with a large Monster in close quarters.
Some junior officers shouted loudly; despite their fear, their sense of duty made them try to boost morale. Under his command, many Ghoul Tribe members collectively aimed their guns at the Transformer that had charged into the crowd. Bullets flew and artillery roared. Under the interwoven barrages of countless firepower, that Transformer was hit, appearing somewhat disheveled. Every minute, every second, large amounts of metal parts were blasted off, causing it to stumble as it walked.
A Ghoul Tribe member let out a cheer, seeing hope for victory; this Metal Monster could also be shattered.
Tony quickly showed him that this thought was far too naive.
The other four Transformers almost transformed into bundles of gun barrels, each muzzle rotating, emitting the Grim Reaper's hymn. Countless metal projectiles shot out, destroying one body after another. Few even managed to keep their bodies intact; their gruesome deaths were utterly terrifying.
The relieved Ghoul Tribe member had his body shattered and would never live again.
"If you want to kill me, then be prepared to be killed by me. This thing has always been a two-way street; none of you will escape." Tony stood in the center, waving his arm to block the explosion of a rocket. A Ghoul Tribe member tried to blow him up while he was speaking, but Tony blocked it and, with a backhand shot, killed him.
Clicking and clanking sounds were incessant. The metal Shield that extended from his arm slowly retracted; he had relied on this to block the rocket attack. The only cost was that the Shield was dented and uneven, requiring only some Allspark Energy to repair. At worst, the damaged parts could simply be discarded.
This was his Combat Mode: large Transformers led the assault, Tony was fully armed, and a large number of modular Small Transformers were always on standby. His entire battle armor was, in itself, an extremely dangerous killing weapon!
Only now could Tony truly be called an Advanced Mutant, truly qualified to call himself a Mechanist!
This was the Mechanist's War Mode, and everyone who fought him had to follow this mode!
Tony's Transformers, these war Monsters, were born for slaughter. Their brutal combat methods were enough to break veterans who had fought for half their lives.
The Man in Glasses was the first to hide behind cover, incessantly roaring into his comms: "Bastard! Who was the one who fired first? Find out, and execute him on the spot!" The Man in Glasses was enraged. His role was that of a diplomat, not a fearless warrior charging into battle! He must have been crazy to come to the battlefield; if not for that damned traitor, things wouldn't have reached this point so easily.
Someone quickly informed him that guy had already been killed, his body shattered. It looked like the Mechanist had personally targeted him.
The Man in Glasses' heart immediately chilled. He cursed Tony, calling him a "damned petty bastard," then his eyes darted around. He called over another soldier, ordering him to immediately mobilize nearby armored vehicles and tanks.
"I have authorization from the Vampire Council for discretionary action, I have the signatures of all the Council Members! I order you to immediately act on my command; we need stronger firepower to eliminate that freak!" the Man in Glasses said. He wanted to use the powerful firepower of tanks and other mobile fortresses to destroy Tony.
Can you block a rocket? Try blocking tanks and armored vehicles? Since we've already shown our true colors, let's just outright destroy the other side. Do you really think we Ghoul Tribe members are pushovers?
But he was quickly humiliated.
"Sir, our request has been rejected," the soldier said. "The people over there said they couldn't 'deliver food to the Mechanist'." Some believed that armored vehicles, tanks, and such would only make the Mechanist stronger, as these things could very likely be transformed by the Mechanist into new, more formidable war machines.
The Man in Glasses gritted his teeth, a growing sense of panic in his heart.
He wasn't a fool; there were definitely people secretly obstructing him. Someone wanted to see him dead. A Ghoul Tribe member of his rank was qualified to mobilize some hidden armed forces.
Over the years, the Vampire Kingdom's tentacles had already extended into every aspect of human society. Many high-ranking humans appeared glamorous on the surface but were, in fact, already members of the Ghoul Tribe, risking their lives for the vampires.
Mobilizing small units, secretly buying and selling heavy weapons and tanks, and the like, was simply too easy.
But this most reasonable and appropriate deployment order he had issued was cleanly and decisively rejected, as if someone had been waiting for him to request aid, only to reject him immediately!
"Damned beasts, damned Deacon, damned Council!" the Man in Glasses swore continuously. If he could survive this time, he would eventually drag out those hateful rats. All these years he had worked tirelessly, risking his life for the vampires, loyal and never had a second thought, and this was the outcome? Was he being discarded like a pawn?
"You, turn the car around for me! I'm going to talk to them myself! I'm going to use even stronger firepower to destroy the enemy!"
The Man in Glasses shouted at the Driver, giving him a somewhat panicked order to drive away and escape. The Driver hesitated for a moment, but his fear of Tony compelled him to obey. He quickly turned the steering wheel and drove to escape.
Tony continued his slaughter. Every minute, every second, Ghoul Tribe members screamed and fell. Although shattered parts could occasionally be seen flying off, Tony didn't care about these losses at all. He wanted to completely annihilate this hateful group of lackeys.
Kill one, one less; it's always better to take action than to let them go. This was Tony's philosophy: no matter how insignificant the enemy, if they were an enemy, then kill them.
He was no longer naive; this was a truly dog-eat-dog world.
(end of chapter)
The ones currently besieging him were merely a group of weapon-wielding Ghoul Tribe members; facing the vampires themselves later would be the real challenge. Kill off this batch of Ghoul Tribe members and make them pay!
Each Ghoul Tribe member killed was one less; a single hit meant certain death for them. After all, they were still human, unlike vampires who possessed formidable vitality.
Tony was willing to suffer considerable losses himself, yet he strove for the complete annihilation of the enemy. He preferred his enemies to suffer far more casualties than his own forces. Not to mention, Tony's Allspark ensured he could continuously produce a Legion; for every one lost, he would rebuild more. Even if it meant overwhelming the enemy with sheer numbers, he would bury them until they died!
Tony simply wasn't afraid of losses!
A Transformer leaped, and in mid-air, it had already assembled into a massive Battle Saber, glinting with a chilling, intimidating light. Braving the barrage of fire, it surged past Optimus Prime and charged ferociously into the crowd. Slicing left and right, it sent countless sprays of blood flying.
The Ghoul Tribe members were terrified. What a horrifying massacre it was for a Giant Robot to tear into a formation of flesh-and-blood bodies! With just one casual swing of the Monster's blade, several people were cut in half at the waist, lying miserably on the ground, desperately clutching their intestines and organs. They couldn't believe the scene before their eyes, refusing to accept that they had been dismembered, using their last ounces of strength to cry out, trying to stuff their organs back inside.
They weren't dead yet, busying themselves in vain. Many onlookers watched, their eyes wide with horror. This was the most terrifying scene: a person who should be dead but wasn't, struggling desperately, yet inevitably doomed to die.
Some Ghoul Tribe members immediately threw up on the spot, trembling uncontrollably, unable to even hold their guns steady.
They were trained to fight, but no one had ever trained them how to truly deal with a large Monster in close quarters.
Some junior officers shouted loudly; despite their fear, their sense of duty made them try to boost morale. Under his command, many Ghoul Tribe members collectively aimed their guns at the Transformer that had charged into the crowd. Bullets flew and artillery roared. Under the interwoven barrages of countless firepower, that Transformer was hit, appearing somewhat disheveled. Every minute, every second, large amounts of metal parts were blasted off, causing it to stumble as it walked.
A Ghoul Tribe member let out a cheer, seeing hope for victory; this Metal Monster could also be shattered.
Tony quickly showed him that this thought was far too naive.
The other four Transformers almost transformed into bundles of gun barrels, each muzzle rotating, emitting the Grim Reaper's hymn. Countless metal projectiles shot out, destroying one body after another. Few even managed to keep their bodies intact; their gruesome deaths were utterly terrifying.
The relieved Ghoul Tribe member had his body shattered and would never live again.
"If you want to kill me, then be prepared to be killed by me. This thing has always been a two-way street; none of you will escape." Tony stood in the center, waving his arm to block the explosion of a rocket. A Ghoul Tribe member tried to blow him up while he was speaking, but Tony blocked it and, with a backhand shot, killed him.
Clicking and clanking sounds were incessant. The metal Shield that extended from his arm slowly retracted; he had relied on this to block the rocket attack. The only cost was that the Shield was dented and uneven, requiring only some Allspark Energy to repair. At worst, the damaged parts could simply be discarded.
This was his Combat Mode: large Transformers led the assault, Tony was fully armed, and a large number of modular Small Transformers were always on standby. His entire battle armor was, in itself, an extremely dangerous killing weapon!
Only now could Tony truly be called an Advanced Mutant, truly qualified to call himself a Mechanist!
This was the Mechanist's War Mode, and everyone who fought him had to follow this mode!
Tony's Transformers, these war Monsters, were born for slaughter. Their brutal combat methods were enough to break veterans who had fought for half their lives.
The Man in Glasses was the first to hide behind cover, incessantly roaring into his comms: "Bastard! Who was the one who fired first? Find out, and execute him on the spot!" The Man in Glasses was enraged. His role was that of a diplomat, not a fearless warrior charging into battle! He must have been crazy to come to the battlefield; if not for that damned traitor, things wouldn't have reached this point so easily.
Someone quickly informed him that guy had already been killed, his body shattered. It looked like the Mechanist had personally targeted him.
The Man in Glasses' heart immediately chilled. He cursed Tony, calling him a "damned petty bastard," then his eyes darted around. He called over another soldier, ordering him to immediately mobilize nearby armored vehicles and tanks.
"I have authorization from the Vampire Council for discretionary action, I have the signatures of all the Council Members! I order you to immediately act on my command; we need stronger firepower to eliminate that freak!" the Man in Glasses said. He wanted to use the powerful firepower of tanks and other mobile fortresses to destroy Tony.
Can you block a rocket? Try blocking tanks and armored vehicles? Since we've already shown our true colors, let's just outright destroy the other side. Do you really think we Ghoul Tribe members are pushovers?
But he was quickly humiliated.
"Sir, our request has been rejected," the soldier said. "The people over there said they couldn't 'deliver food to the Mechanist'." Some believed that armored vehicles, tanks, and such would only make the Mechanist stronger, as these things could very likely be transformed by the Mechanist into new, more formidable war machines.
The Man in Glasses gritted his teeth, a growing sense of panic in his heart.
He wasn't a fool; there were definitely people secretly obstructing him. Someone wanted to see him dead. A Ghoul Tribe member of his rank was qualified to mobilize some hidden armed forces.
Over the years, the Vampire Kingdom's tentacles had already extended into every aspect of human society. Many high-ranking humans appeared glamorous on the surface but were, in fact, already members of the Ghoul Tribe, risking their lives for the vampires.
Mobilizing small units, secretly buying and selling heavy weapons and tanks, and the like, was simply too easy.
But this most reasonable and appropriate deployment order he had issued was cleanly and decisively rejected, as if someone had been waiting for him to request aid, only to reject him immediately!
"Damned beasts, damned Deacon, damned Council!" the Man in Glasses swore continuously. If he could survive this time, he would eventually drag out those hateful rats. All these years he had worked tirelessly, risking his life for the vampires, loyal and never had a second thought, and this was the outcome? Was he being discarded like a pawn?
"You, turn the car around for me! I'm going to talk to them myself! I'm going to use even stronger firepower to destroy the enemy!"
The Man in Glasses shouted at the Driver, giving him a somewhat panicked order to drive away and escape. The Driver hesitated for a moment, but his fear of Tony compelled him to obey. He quickly turned the steering wheel and drove to escape.
Tony continued his slaughter. Every minute, every second, Ghoul Tribe members screamed and fell. Although shattered parts could occasionally be seen flying off, Tony didn't care about these losses at all. He wanted to completely annihilate this hateful group of lackeys.
Kill one, one less; it's always better to take action than to let them go. This was Tony's philosophy: no matter how insignificant the enemy, if they were an enemy, then kill them.
He was no longer naive; this was a truly dog-eat-dog world.
(end of chapter)
