Novel & Cerita Transformers: Fall Of Cybertron Autobot Soldier

They were all defeated by the man and fell to the ground. “I-it’s...” After observing for some time, Budo figured it out and said with shock and anger, “It’s an artificially created insect soldier!” An insect soldier! Andrius and Noir could not help but exchange a glance. It must be the Second War God. Whoosh... On the battlefield, only Halle and Andrius remained standing. The insect soldier headed straight for Andrius. Bam! Crack! Thud! Although Andrius was incredibly strong, he was no match for the insect soldier. After a few attacks, he could only remain on the defensive.

The Attack of the Cyber Soldiers Ayesha barely had time to react before the first tank shattered. Glass exploded across the room, ice and mist spilling onto the floor. A man stepped forward. Or rather—something that used to be a man. His skin was pale, almost metallic. Wires ran along his arms, disappearing into his spine. His eyes glowed red. Then, with inhuman speed, he lunged. Adrian barely dodged as the soldier swung a metal fist, denting the steel wall. Leena fired two bullets into his chest. The soldier didn’t even flinch.

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

Laila shouted, her silver skin exploding into a blinding star as she thrust her blade forward into the chest of the remaining soldier. The silver energy from the ancient well surged through the metal weapon, entering the soldier's body in a violent, kinetic pulse. The liquid crystal array along his spine flared a bright, unstable blue before it shattered under the celestial voltage, the violet light in his eyes vanishing as he collapsed into the snow, finally free from the network.

​The molten orange glare of the geothermal siphon cast long, distorted shadows across the massive cavern of Sector 00. As the monolithic black titanium cylinder fully emerged from the liquid stone, the automated cooling manifolds began to hiss, spraying high-pressure nitrogen vapor that swirled around the towering Vanguard Titan Chassis 01.

asked Liem “Andy and I are already at Gold Spiritual Strength Level 4,” Roberto said. "Yes, it is true that soon we will move up to class 2 in the Pro Level and can start operating as Zeon soldiers," said Andy Lau. "Yes, let's go" said Roberto ... Liem was seen walking in the forest filled with giant trees with Roberto, Andy and Khan. When walking Liem remembered the words of the Chairman of Tesla about the potion in his ring.

Laser fire chased them, burning holes in Tristan’s coat. They landed hard on a lower platform, rolling to absorb the impact. Tristan came up in a crouch, his rapier flashing out to parry a bayonet thrust from a Husk who was waiting for them. Clang. The force of the blow jarred Tristan’s arm to the shoulder. Without his enhanced strength, the Husk was overpowering him. The cyborg soldier pushed the blade down toward Tristan’s throat. Tristan gritted his teeth, his boots sliding on the metal floor. He stared into the dead, optical-sensor eyes of the soldier.

Suddenly, the entire passage began to shake, and the dust and stones continued to fall on top of their heads. “He blew himself up,” Tyr said in a low voice. Then, he took Olympias’ hand and quickly ran toward the other end of the passage. Slaine was a Transformation warrior. At the moment of crisis, he chose to explode himself to buy Olympias and Tyr more time to escape. The power a Transformation warrior could exude was absolutely terrifying when he overloaded his energy core with the intention to self-destruct. The entire passage collapsed in an instant. Tyr and Olympias used all their strength to dash toward the other end of the passage as quickly as possible.

“Leave the decoys. Erase the logic gates.” The two synthetic soldiers standing near the wreckage didn't move to attack. Instead, their optics turned a flat, dull gray. A high-pitched whine emitted from their chest plates—the sound of a turbine reaching its breaking point. “A parting gift,” Thorne said, stepping back into the shadows of the service lift. “Try not to let her burn out before the harvest.” The lift doors hissed shut just as the soldiers began to bubble. The ceramic white armor liquefied, eating the synthetic frames from the inside out.

The squad went flying into the air each landing dozens of feet away as their bodies burned. One of the young women went airborne and disappeared and reappeared multiple times as she seemed to gain speed each time. This woman sported red colored clothes, a hooded jacket instead of robes, a skin tight shirt and shorts, and a pair of pistols that shot out bursts of what she deduced to be plasma. Each shot of plasma hit a soldier directly in the head. Alicia watched as she went in and out of cover at perfect moments. Once she did, she talk to someone in what looked some sort of communication device she had on her head. Alicia looked around to find the source of who the other person was. She felt