World Traveler Villain

[Chapter: 57 Battle And Shane's Accidental Death]

The air around the colossal metal sphere seemed to pulse as cracks spider-webbed across its surface, glowing with a searing light before they split wide open with a deafening roar. Boom! The earth shook as the shattered pieces of the red metal ball flew into the air like a storm of deadly shrapnel, glittering like falling stars.

From the wreckage, a towering, sleek figure emerged—a Transformer, standing at least ten meters tall. Its jet-black frame shimmered with an otherworldly, polished sheen, as though forged from the darkest abyss. The metallic surface was covered in intricate, geometric patterns, sharp lines cutting across its form like the veins of some forgotten titan. Its chest glowed with an ominous red core, radiating a pulsing, fiery energy that illuminated the entire battlefield in a dangerous, haunting light.

The face of the Transformer was partially obscured by a thick black iron mask, shaped like a faceless sentinel. The mask's edges were jagged, and etched across its surface were faint markings—like ancient runes of power, as though the very design of this behemoth held secrets lost to time itself. Its eyes were twin slits of gleaming amber, sharp and cold, burning with the intensity of a predator on the hunt. The rest of its form was a perfect blend of elegance and brutality—shoulders broad and angular, forearms lined with razor-sharp plates that could cleave through steel, and legs like pillars of reinforced titanium, capable of withstanding any impact.

"Ahhh!" The Transformer let out a guttural roar, its voice a mechanical, bone-rattling growl. The sound reverberated in the air like a battle cry of old, a declaration of war to the very world itself. Its massive arms twitched, fingers curling into fists with an audible clank of metal grinding against metal. The transformation wasn't complete yet.

Then, with a series of groaning, grinding sounds—like the shifting of tectonic plates—the black behemoth began to deform. The entire structure of the Transformer shuddered as its body split apart at the seams, parts shifting and folding into one another with incredible precision. The once towering, menacing figure collapsed into an elegant, streamlined form—a sleek, dark Lamborghini that gleamed in the dim light like a predator lying in wait.

Its body flattened and compacted, the panels of black armor folding over each other with smooth, fluid motions. The wheels rotated, transforming seamlessly into high-performance tires, spinning rapidly as the car took shape. The front end of the vehicle became a sharp, predatory snout, the headlights glowing like fierce, amber eyes that cut through the shadows. The edges of the car were edged with cold, precise angles, giving it the appearance of something designed for both speed and destruction.

The Lamborghini roared to life as its engines ignited, the deep growl of the motor vibrating through the ground like the growl of a beast ready to tear through its prey. The wheels spun in a blur of motion, the tires biting into the earth as the car launched forward with explosive speed. A cloud of dust billowed up behind it, its sleek frame cutting through the air like a bullet, its engines screaming as it accelerated, heading straight toward the heart of the battle.

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Optimus Prime and the robot continued to fight, but they were in a stalemate. The two sides had similar fighting powers, and no one could overwhelm the other.

Boom!

A missile bombarded Optimus Prime's right shoulder from nowhere, and metal parts flew around. Optimus issued a roar, and almost fell to the ground.

How did the sky get dark? Everyone looked up and looked at the sky. It was a huge black spaceship. It was really too big.

Among the flying dust, a Transformer came over. It turned out to be confinement, and his purpose was naturally to grab Optimus Prime.

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In the KSI command room, Joyce looked at the spacecraft and confinement on the screen. "What is that?

" That's my asset Pull Galvatron back" There was a hint of light in Harold's eyes.

"Do it." Joyce nodded.

On the highway, the confinement continued to walk, and his face began to change into a cannon. A cannonball was shot out of it and blasted towards Optimus Prime.

Optimus had no way to avoid it. The shells hit his chest. Optimus shouted in pain, and the huge impact blasted him for dozens of meters and hit a car.

Watching Optimus Prime being bombarded and no longer attacking, Galvatron had been instructed to let him go and come back, so Megatron went back, since he still needed to take advantage of these fools, by making them believe they controlled him.

Galvatron's transformation was a blur of mechanical precision as his massive form morphed into the head of a grey truck. He revved the engine and tore down the highway, a metallic beast unleashed upon the world. The thunderous roar of the engine rumbled through the earth as the truck barreled forward, but it wasn't alone for long.

Less than a hundred meters away, the ground trembled as a sleek, obsidian-black Lamborghini appeared on the horizon. It tore down the highway with an unholy speed, its glossy body reflecting the chaotic skies above like a living shadow.

"What is that black car doing?" Joyce's voice crackled over the intercom, her gaze fixed on the live satellite feed.

"Who's driving it?" she added, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"No one is in the car," a staff member replied, voice tinged with disbelief, his eyes glued to the screen as the mysterious car's movements.

"Is it... a Transformer?" Joyce mused, her voice sharp, more of a statement than a question.

"Looks like they're about to collide!" another staff member shouted in alarm, his finger trembling over the monitor.

Boom!

The deafening sound of the impact echoed through the air as the black Lamborghini and Galvatron's truck head collided head-on. The force was cataclysmic—the very road beneath them cracked and splintered, debris flying in all directions as if the ground itself were being torn apart. The violent shockwave sent ripples through the atmosphere, distorting the air in a haze of heat and dust.

For a moment, everything seemed to freeze, before the two titans of metal were sent hurtling back, each vehicle skidding several meters from the force of the blow. The black Lamborghini shuddered and twisted, as though it were alive, contorting into a chaotic storm of deforming elements. Parts of it blurred, disintegrating into particle-like blocks that twisted and reformed in a grotesque dance of transformation. And then, from the chaos, a new figure emerged—an enormous black Transformer, standing tall and proud amidst the carnage.

"This... this is our KSI technology," Joyce murmured in disbelief, her eyes wide. "But... no Transformer of ours could do that."

"Who is it?" one of her staff stammered, glancing nervously at the president.

"I don't know," another employee replied, voice shaking. "President, you know all the artificial Transformers we've built... there isn't one like this."

"It looks... incredible," Darcy added, awe creeping into his voice. "Does KSI have this kind of design?"

On the battlefield, Galvatron—his gray, menacing truck form now fully visible—charged forward, engines roaring with rage. "Anyone who dares to block me will perish!" His voice thundered through the air, filled with malice.

Boom!

The two machines collided again, the sheer force of the impact sending shockwaves through the air. The ground cracked and buckled beneath them, a visible ring of air pressure rippling outward as if a bomb had detonated at the heart of the battle. The black Transformer and Galvatron both staggered back, their metallic forms screeching with the strain of their collision, each struggling for dominance.

Galvatron's roar was a guttural bellow, filled with unrestrained fury. He could feel the power in his opponent's strike. This wasn't just another foe—this was a Transformer unlike anything he'd ever faced. One that could match his might.

The black Transformer wasn't finished. With a battle cry that shook the very heavens, it surged forward, smashing into Galvatron once more. The sound of clashing metal filled the air, a cacophony of grinding, smashing, and screeching as fists collided, sparks flying, the very atmosphere alive with the violence of the fight. Fragments of twisted metal, fire, and smoke erupted in every direction, splintering like debris in a hurricane.

As the war raged on, Tessa stood frozen in shock, her gaze fixed on the destruction unfolding before her. She had barely registered Shane's presence beside her, his voice breaking through her thoughts.

"Tessa," Shane said softly, his voice almost pleading, "I know you were forced into this. I don't blame you. That... bastard isn't here now. We can leave. The Earth is huge—we can find a place to call home. Come with me, Tessa. Let's go."

"I.." But Tessa's heart was elsewhere. She didn't want to leave, not with everything happening around them. She hesitated, torn between the chaos of the battle and the promise of escape.

As the Transformers clashed again, a massive wave of metal fragments exploded from the battlefield, the violent collision sending pieces of debris scattering through the air. One of those shards rocketed toward Shane. With no time to react, it struck him square in the head. The impact was sickening, and in an instant, Shane's skull caved in, his head reduced to a grotesque mess of blood and pulp.

The scene unfolded in slow motion as the spray of blood hit Tessa's face. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared in horror, the reality of the situation crashing down upon her.

"Shane...! Shane!" Tessa screamed, her voice cracking with disbelief and pain as she dropped to the ground beside the lifeless body. Her trembling hands reached for him, but there was no response. Only the cold, lifeless remnants of the man who had tried to pull her away from it all.

Her tears fell like a torrential downpour, mingling with the blood that stained the battlefield.

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The Lockdown had no interest in the battle between the Black Transformer and Galvatron, so he strided towards Optimus Prime. He came to Earth just to capture Optimus Prime, and other things that mattered to him.

"I feel sorry for you, Prime. Your allegiance, these humans. The trouble with loyalty to a cause is that the cause will always betray you."

Lockdown said in front of Optimus Prime.

"Who sent you here, you filthy bounty hunter." Optimus said weakly.

"Do you know where you came from? Who do you think you were born of? No, No. You were built. And your creators want you back. We all work for someone." The Lockdown stood up, facing The huge spaceship.

An airship flew from the spacecraft and reached above Optimus Prime, and a huge net dropped.

Cade came running over toward Tessa and called her name, "Tessa, Tessa, Tessa"

"Dad." Tessa looked in the direction of his voice.

"Run away, Tessa, run away," Cade shouted.

Tessa looked up, only to see a large net dropped, and she was unfortunately within the range of the net. Tessa stood up and ran forward, but it was still late.

Tessa and Optimus were enveloped by the net and pulled towards the sky.

"Tessa." Cade jumped, grabbing the mesh with both hands, "Tessa"

"Dad, save me, save me."

"Tessa." Cade pulled the net with both hands, but this kind of net couldn't be pulled by him, "Tessa, Dad can't hold it, Tessa" Cade fell to the ground.

"Dad"

"No." Cade punched the ground.

"Capital, warn the Autobots!." Optimus left his last sentence.

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