Looking at the spark source in Efeld's chest, a trace of greed flashed in Megatron's eyes, when he launched a war on the home planet of Cybertron, in addition to fighting for the dominance of the planet Cybertron, it was more important to fight for the spark source.

As long as the source of the spark is obtained, then the endless circuits of protobodies naturally generated on the planet Cybertron can be activated to generate the spark, which means an endless army of Cybertrons.

As silicon-based creatures, Cybertrons are inherently highly resistant to damage, and damaging their bodies and breaking limbs is not a serious injury to Cybertrons, only damage to the fire and central data processing devices can cause Cybertrons to die. And such a talent means that Cybertrons are born warriors, with such an endless army, conquering the galaxy and ruling the universe is just around the corner.

"Storm, the Tinder Source is a sacred relic of the Cybertrons, you can't fully exert his power, only by combining it with the leadership module can he exert his true power, for the sake of the Cybertron race, give me the Tinder Source. ”

Speaking softly, Megatron stretched out his palm to Efeld as he showed the half of the leadership module on his chest.

If Efeld hadn't experienced the dangers that came with it, but had been living in the Cybertron base since the crash of Cybertron's home planet, then under the momentum of Megatron's leader, he would definitely send the source of fire.

But has Efeld always lived in the Cybertron base?

Efield, who had already been the leader of several factions, and had even felt the taste of gods, had already put himself in the same position as Megatron and Optimus Prime, not to mention that after restoring his identity as a Cybertron, he used the Tinder Source to re-form a Cybertron faction that was no less than the Crazy and Bo factions.

"Why should I hand over the Tinder Source instead of you handing over the Leadership Module?"

With a hint of sarcasm. Efeld looked at Megatron's outstretched arm, and with a slight slap of his right hand, he had already re-concealed the source of fire in his chest.

"You!"

Efeld's tone made Megatron almost unable to catch his breath, his eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and the furious momentum suddenly increased even more.

"This brother, please take a look at the situation. It's because there are a lot of people here~"

Tyrannosaurus Rex's teasing words rang out above Megatron's head, and then the orangutan general slowly surrounded him with a large number of cyborg creatures above level 4 who had just obtained the fire and became Cybertrons. They had just changed from their beastly form, and they had not yet retreated from their heavy beastly nature.

Megatron looked up and looked around for a moment, slightly startled, then immediately calmed down.

"Storm, think about it for a while, and come to me when you figure it out. ”

With that, Megatron turned into a flying form. Quickly left this rather unfavorable scenario for him.

"It's a nuisance. ”

Efeld and the Cybertrons of the Hermit Sect watched Megatron leave, and then the Orangutan General bowed his head.

"Although he is a troublesome fellow, but now the Cybertron race is indispensable for a Cybertron with strong combat effectiveness and strong military command ability, and I will wait for the end of this war to talk about it. Now, let's fight for the glory of the Cybertrons!"

Efeld whispered to the Orangutan General, but the last sentence did speak to all the Hidden Cybertrons, and his words resonated with all the newborn Cybertrons.

"Fight for the glory of the Cybertrons!"

The moment the spark was born. They carved the pride and glory of the Cybertrons into the fire and roared. Shouting, these cybertrons who had not yet faded their wildness rushed towards the battlefield where Megatron had flown away, the boiling solution in their bodies making them thirst for war.

Ahead, the fierce handsome and the iron dragon have already faced off with the half-level mother. Although the two of them can easily and happily torture and kill when facing high-level cyborgs, they encounter the cyborg matrix. They were immediately caught in a bitter battle.

The body, which has a large advantage compared to the higher cyborgs, has no advantage in the face of the cyborg matrix that is thousands of meters high, and it is impossible to stop the advance of the cyborg matrix with two against one.

The Iron Dragon and the Fierce Marshal tried their best to resist the cyborg mother's body, but they couldn't stop it from moving slowly, their feet carving four deep dry rivers across the metal ground. At the same time, all the weapons on his body seemed to fire without raw materials and energy, but only wiped off a layer of the skin of the cyborg matrix, and the tentacles of the cyborg mother began to slowly rise, ready to bind the two together.

"Megatron, it can't go on like this, the fierce handsome and the iron dragon can't stop it at all, and his body is hidden under the metal skin, our electromagnetic pulse missiles and energy weapons are completely ineffective!"

While firing in vain, Optimus Prime converses with Megatron, who is constantly firing in the air, through his communication device.

"Then what's the solution, do you want to let the fierce handsome and the ironclad dragon go to peel off his skin?"

"That's right, it's to let the fierce handsome and the iron dragon rip off his skin, preferably dig a hole, and then stuff the giant electromagnetic pulse bomb into it, and then hand it over to me!"

Efeld's voice suddenly interjected into the conversation channel between Optimus Prime and Megatron, since he had already torn his face with Megatron, Efeld had no scruples, as the owner of the Tinder Source, he was completely equal to the two leaders.

"You're the storm, your suggestion may work, but why should it be given to you in the end?"

Optimus Prime could hear Efeld's voice in his voice, but the last sentence surprised him.

"Because I am the owner of the Tinder Source, Optimus Prime, look behind me, the Tinder Source has the power to turn cyborg creatures back into Cybertrons, since this big guy is the mother of cyborgs, then his core must also have a protobody circuit. As long as there is a protobody circuit, then the power of the spark source can work, and maybe we will get a compatriot who has never been before. ”

Efeld's voice rang out behind the communicator and Optimus Prime at the same time, and before the leader of the Bo faction could turn his head, a large group of large Cybertrons over thirty meters tall had roared past him, rushing towards the cyborg matrix, albeit slowly, but firmly moving forward.

Watching a large number of his compatriots rush into the battlefield before he had never seen before, Optimus Prime had no surprises, and he really felt the fluctuations of the fire in these large Cybertrons, these were the real Cybertrons, the Cybertrons who fought for the survival of the race.

"Megatron, what do you think of this suggestion?"

"Okay, let's do it. ”

After thinking about it slightly, Megatron and Optimus Prime agreed that although they could not get the fire source for the time being, as long as the fire source was still on Efeld, then there would always be a chance. Now, securing the survival of the Cybertron race is key.

"Iron Dragon, protect the fierce handsome, the fierce handsome, dig a hole in him, let's give him a good fight!"

Hearing Megatron's order, the ironclad dragon opened his mouth and had already bitten off the tentacles that surrounded him, while the fierce handsome man crawled towards the upper part of the cyborg matrix with his arm forced.

Fierce Marshal dodged the attacks of those tentacles while climbing, while the Iron Dragon specialized in attacking the roots of those tentacles on the ground, preventing the cyborg matrix from having a chance to catch Fierce Marshal.

After climbing to a suitable position, Meng Dashuai stopped, his palm quickly retracted into his wrist, and when it came out again, it was already a huge drill with a diameter of nearly fifty meters.

The sparks shot out, and the drill bit on the wrist of the fierce handsome rotated at high speed on the metal surface of the cyborg matrix, and then the fierce handsome pushed hard, and the drill bit immediately plunged deeply into the body of the cyborg matrix.

There were no vocal organs on the surface of the cyborg matrix, and Efeld couldn't hear his screams, but seeing his huge body suddenly began to tremble violently, he should have felt the pain, and then, suddenly, countless tiny cracks suddenly opened on the cyborg matrix, and then countless orange-yellow vertical pupils appeared from it, and under the fierce handsome turn of his head, it was the largest eye, but under his drill bit, it had been stirred into flesh and blood.

"Everyone, be careful!"

The Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Orangutan General saw that the samurai's eyes suddenly opened on the body of the cyborg mother, and immediately shouted loudly, and they remembered this move vividly. Back then, when the higher cyborg creatures rebelled, the official move defeated them all, leaving them in vain.

However, it was already too late.

Even with the reminders of the Tyrannosaurus rex and the orangutan general, the number of eyes of the cyborg matrix is too much, and each eye is an energy ray generator, and with the orange and yellow eyes shining slightly, the rays rich in various energies form a light network covering the heavens and the earth.

The Cybertrons on the ground are a little better, they are able to take cover with the help of metal waste on the ground, but the Cybertrons in the air can only rely on their own flying skills.

Struggling through the countless rays, Megatron watched his teammates get hit one by one, blasted to pieces in the air, or crashed to the ground in black smoke, which made his grief and anger burn uncontrollably.

"Fierce handsome, how did you dig the hole?"

Anger made his movements more flexible, and in the countless rays, Megatron was like a swift shuttling through a torrential rain, and no rain could fall on him.

"Dig it. ”

The almost useless vocal organ of the fierce commander streaked a flat line on the communicator, but it conveyed important news.

A flipped fly, and the magazine in the lower part of Megatron's fuselage slowly opened, and a huge cylindrical version of the EMP Bomb 2.0 poked its head out of the magazine.

Turning sideways, Megatron let a ray of energy graze his wings, and the flesh cavern dug out by the fierce commander was flowing with viscous slurry, and it still vibrated from time to time. Megatron took a slight aim, and the carefully prepared bomb shot out from under him with a positioning tail flame, burrowing into the flesh hole accurately.

"Let's taste it~ ugly!"

Megatron's gritted grinning voice came from everyone's communicator. (To be continued......)