The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

He desperately wanted a denial from the progenitor, but unfortunately, the progenitor shook his head.

“There’s no mistake,” Zhen Tianzun said with certainty, looking at the figure’s back. “The source of fire within him is indeed the same as ours.”

We had considered the various disasters we might encounter in the future a long time ago.

Optimus Prime is our only descendant, and also the backup plan we buried back then…

"I never imagined that millions of years later, we would still be able to see our masterpiece." Zhen Tianzun sighed nostalgically, but his expression quickly turned cold again.

"But since he has chosen to stand on the opposite side of us, then he has no choice but to go down and join them!"

"As you wish, Ancestor!" Megatron breathed a sigh of relief and knelt on one knee.

It's better not to choose Optimus Prime, otherwise the appeal that comes with the Supreme Being's status would definitely make him feel hopeless.

"Go, kill him!" Megatron pointed at Optimus Prime's face in the projection. "He's just a half-finished product, not like us."

Once the other party is dead, he will no longer be threatened from within!

"Ancestor, please rest assured, our people are already by his side, just in time."

"My men can kill him!" Megatron began to boast about his plan with Sentinel Prime.

Of course, he portrayed himself as a shining example who persuaded the enemy leader to abandon the darkness and choose to surrender and become an inside agent.

However, little did they know that the convenience brought by the time portal led them to make incorrect judgments about the Autobots.

(PS: In Transformers 2, the six Supreme Beings did indeed say that Optimus Prime was their only descendant.)

Chapter 149 Merlin's Descendants

In England, on an Ivy League-style university campus, the chimes of clock towers echo across the neatly manicured lawns.

Vivian Wembley strode quickly through the crowd of people in school uniforms.

At this moment, she had completely lost her usual composure, and her steps were hurried and flustered.

Her gaze locked onto her strong and tall boyfriend not far away, and she practically ran towards him, her face pale and barely perceptible.

As soon as she reached her boyfriend, she immediately reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him to a secluded corner and lowering her voice.

“Ethan, I feel like I’ve been followed these past few days.”

"What happened?" Ethan Holt's gentle expression turned serious, his eyes filled with worry. "Did you get a clear look at the other person?"

What kind of car is following you?

"It's an old-fashioned antique car!"

It looks very vintage; I see it following behind me every time I go to and from school.

Vivian pursed her lips. If it weren't for the fact that the antique car was quite conspicuous in modern times, she really wouldn't have noticed it.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Ethan patted her back to comfort her. "It'll be alright, maybe the other person just happened to be passing by."

You've been under a lot of stress lately, and you might be overly sensitive.

I'll walk you home after school tonight. I want to see who dares to commit crimes in England!

Vivian's eyes glazed over at her boyfriend's lofty ambitions.

After a long wait, school was finally over, and the crowds on campus gradually dispersed. Vivian held Ethan's arm tightly.

The two walked side by side to the parking lot and came to a dark blue Mazda RX-8.

For young people, this rotary sports car is like the white moonlight of countless boys on campus.

With a soft hum of the engine, the car quickly drove out of the campus and onto a sparsely trafficked street.

As they turned two or three street corners, Vivian's gaze frequently fell on the rearview mirror inside the car.

Just after another smooth turn, she suddenly froze, her voice tightening: "Ethan... the rearview mirror... that car is following us again!"

Ethan glanced up and saw a black Citroën DS vintage car following not far behind in the depths of the mirror.

"Don't panic, baby. It might just be going the same way," Ethan said, trying to calmly reassure her. "I'll circle around a few times and see."

As he spoke, he deliberately slowed down, changed lanes repeatedly, and made two unnecessary turns, intentionally taking a longer route home.

However, every time I glanced in the rearview mirror, the old car seemed to have calculated the route beforehand, steadily following behind, neither too far nor too close.

It's confirmed; the other party was indeed stalking them.

"It really is targeting us..."

Hearing his girlfriend's trembling voice, Ethan's face darkened, and he slowly pulled the car over to the side of the driveway.

Seeing her boyfriend suddenly unbuckle his seatbelt and prepare to get out of the car, Vivi anxiously grabbed his arm.

"Ethan, what are you doing?!"

"what?"

"Of course we should go out and find that bastard!"

Let's see what he's up to.

"Don't go! Ethan, it's too dangerous!" Vivian shook her head, her face pale. "What if they have guns?"

"I can't lose you!"

His girlfriend's heartfelt confession and pleas eventually calmed him down and made him lose his temper.

"Then let's shake him off!"

Ethan fastened his seatbelt again and started the engine.

Compared to that antique car, how could his RX-8 compare?

"Hold on tight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed on the gas pedal, the engine roared instantly, and the car's speed suddenly increased. He weaved nimbly through the traffic and began to use the car's performance advantage to create distance.

However, I thought it would only take a dozen seconds to leave that slow old car far behind.

But when I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw that the 1969 Citroën was not only not being left behind, but was actually closing in, always right behind me.

"Damn it!" Ethan cursed under his breath, his brows furrowing.

They assumed that the city's traffic congestion and excessive speed limits gave the other party the opportunity to stick to them.

So he made a snap decision: since he couldn't shake them off on ordinary streets, he would go somewhere where he could really increase his speed.

Without further hesitation, he turned the steering wheel and drove into the highway entrance leading to the suburbs.

As the tires rolled over the ramp, the car's speed soared, and the engine roared in our ears.

When the car reached 180 mph, Ethan confidently looked back at the rearview mirror, only to find that the Citroën, which he had imagined being left behind, was still like an inescapable shadow, relentlessly following behind them.

Ethan was now genuinely scared and sweating.

Damn it, even someone with a screw loose could tell there was something wrong with the car behind us!

Whose antique car can go that fast?!

With the accelerator floored at 200 km/h and the car behind still following, Ethan could only break out in a cold sweat and say to Vivian, "Vivian, let's call the police!"

While the two were worried and fearful, the Citroën following behind them was in an uproar.

"Heatwave, look what you've done!" The robot elder Kogman, who looked like an old butler, cursed at the air.

"We're here to protect her, not to scare her into calling the police!"

Luckily, I put a bug in my little owner's phone and managed to fool him by pretending to be a policeman.

If things get out of hand, who knows, it might attract the attention of those American lunatics someday!

"Ha, you still have the nerve to talk about me like that?" the car horn retorted in a shrill voice.

This antique car is actually a Transformer.

"If you hadn't been sticking your head out of the car window like a creep and scaring Vivian, would she have been so sensitive?"

"Pah! How dare you say that!"

"It was clearly because you were too close that they noticed you!" Kogman slammed his fist on the steering wheel in frustration.

"You could have kept a greater distance, but why did you have to stand so close? As if you were afraid others wouldn't see your old, beat-up car?!"

"Damn it! Try grabbing my steering wheel again!!"

Believe it or not, I'll throw you out of the car!

"Boom!"

"I'll just knock it, what are you going to do about it?!"

"Ouch, I..."

Hotwave couldn't stand this, so he immediately pulled the steering wheel and unexpectedly hit him on the head!

"You bastard! You're actually serious!"

"Then I'll tear your piece of junk apart!!"

"You have no idea what covert protection means!"

"It was clearly because you got out of the car in a black leather jacket and secretly followed us—!!"

The two started fighting and blaming each other, arguing fiercely!

The American army managed to keep their battles with the Decepticons who were gradually arriving on Earth a secret from the civilian population.

However, this could not be kept secret from the 12th Earl of Flgen, who held the title of Earl of England.

As the last member of the Order of the Decepticons, Decepticons have caused quite a bit of trouble and disturbance.

With so many Transformers, anything can happen.

To prevent any mishaps to Vivian, a descendant of Merlin, and to prevent the secrets of Merlin's scepter and the Twelve Knights from being discovered.

Just in case, he secretly dispatched Heatwave and Kogman to protect him.

Who would have thought that these two idiots would mess things up?

Just as the two were still exchanging pleasantries, a Chevrolet Camaro suddenly appeared around them.