[Transformers] Different races, how can we fall in love?

But the fact is that fate did not give me a chance to choose, and directly pushed me into the Autobot side.

"Hey, little guy, don't stay here and leave!" A black shadow quickly passed over my head, followed by a series of gunshots.

A black Autobot suddenly appeared, and pressed the silver Decepticon together with the two motorcycle Autobots.With a twist of the machine gun in his hand, he directly killed the Decepticon.

"She helped us, Ironhide," said one of the red bikes. "If it wasn't for her, we'd almost have let him slip."

"It can only be said that she was lucky that the Decepticon didn't break her neck." The Autobot named Tinhide said bluntly.

This made my impression of the Autobots drop to the bottom, and I began to regret not cooperating with the Decepticons.Fortunately, the Decepticons were dead before, and no one knew that I had helped the Autobots.And I believe that the three Autobots in front of me will definitely not tell what happened today. It can be seen that the Autobot named Ironhide looks down on humans.

I turned around and left without paying attention to the probing eyes of the three of them.

The battle ahead is still going on, if I don't cooperate with the Autobots, then I can only go to the Decepticons.

It is not easy to find the Decepticons in the battlefield, because they will disguise themselves as dilapidated cars and park on the side of the road, and I have no way to distinguish which are normal cars and which are It's a Decepticon.

At this moment, suddenly there was a huge roar in the distance, and a huge wheel flew past my eyes.But wherever the wheel rolls, everything is overwhelmed.

That's a Decepticon too.

And behind that Decepticon, there are many Autobots hunting down.

At this time, there was a sudden bang sound behind me, followed by the sound of swearing.

I turned my head and found a black modern car parked behind me.

The car looked new, the black on him blending in with the black around him.If he hadn't made the sound, I don't think I would have noticed him at all.

He also obviously found that his disguise could no longer be hidden, and he began to deform before I did it.

It was the first time I actually saw a car turn into a robot.This feeling makes me feel very strange, as if I have walked into an incredible world.

After his transformation, he didn't look like the Decepticon before, he looked aloof, but because he couldn't stand up, he fell to the ground.But the machine gun in his hand was pointing at me, with a threatening look on his face: "If you dare to lure the car over, I will kill you now."

Compared to the Autobot named Tinhide, I think the Decepticon in front of me looks cuter.Although I don't like being pointed at with a gun, I don't think his gun could hurt me either.

I raised my hands and said calmly: "Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you. And not everyone is with the Autobots. I think you have to know how to treat them differently. Maybe I can help you. .”

"A small human, do you think you can help the great Decepticon?" He obviously looked down on humans.

I don't like the feeling of being looked down upon, so I don't like the Autobots, and I don't like this Decepticon in front of me.After a little contact like this, I can feel that alien creatures do not have any respect for humans on earth.Perhaps in their eyes, power is the most important thing, but human power is too low in front of them.But I don't think I'm a normal human being, at least not a soul.So if you offend me, I will never show mercy.Even though the injured Decepticon in front of me, and he was the one I considered cooperating with before, at this moment I did not hesitate to pull out the long sword in my hand, and muttered the swordsman's formula in my mouth, enough It was sharper, and jumped up with lightning speed, cutting off the weapon in his hand with a sword.

What I hold in my hand is just an ordinary antique green steel long sword, but because of the blessing of the swordsman's sword energy, its power is not comparable to that of ordinary long swords.As long as the sword energy on the outer layer of the green steel sword does not dissipate, it is a good sword for cutting iron like mud.

But after all, my body has just recovered not long ago, and the power of my soul has been sealed again, even if I only use the lowest level of swordsmanship, it is impossible for me to last for too long.

After seeing the attitude of Autobots and Decepticons towards humans, I decisively gave up cooperation with alien creatures.Rather than cooperating with creatures like them, I would rather try to figure out a way to get into the upper echelons of human society, and then I will naturally get in touch with what I want to be in touch with.It's just that it takes longer to do so, and working with the Autobots or Decepticons is a shortcut.But the advance of this shortcut is that this path is feasible. If this path is not feasible, then I have to give up.

After deciding to give up the purpose of cooperating with alien creatures, I plan to withdraw from the battlefield.But before I leave, I have to deal with this Decepticon, otherwise if he reveals my identity, then things will be troublesome.

After making up my mind, I swung the long sword in my hand and prepared to tear him apart before the power accumulated in my body dissipated.In the meantime, I'm going to wrestle what I need to know out of his mouth.

The Decepticon in front of me obviously didn't expect that I would have such a method, let alone that the weapon in my hand was not afraid of his weapon attack at all.He was waving his hands to catch me, but I dodged left and right and quickly dodged his attack.At the same time, I cut off the steel and iron bones of his body from time to time, and finally forced him to collapse.

"Human, who are you?" After I cut off his legs and hands, he was lying on the ground, staring at me.

"Ordinary people." I didn't intend to say too much, just asked, "If you don't want me to kill you with a sword now, you can choose to answer me a question. If you tell me the answer you want, I will give it to you a chance to survive."

Those red eyes looked at me and turned around, with a sly look on his face: "You'll regret it, human."

I ignored his threat: "What's on the back of the moon? Humans have landed on the moon before, but they haven't fully figured out what's on the back of the moon. I think it must be related to you. If you can tell me, I'll let you go."