1novels Chapter 113 Dim
Chapter 113 Dim
When Yutiandi slashed down, Yinxiang finally realized that he had indeed left some room for maneuver.
This is not out of kindness, but merely an assessment; now it's over.
As the dark gold heavy sword slashed down, the air in the alley seemed to be bent by the blade.
The gravitational force suddenly shifted to the side, simultaneously pushing outwards with magnetic attraction, attempting to deflect the sword's momentum.
Sentinel did not follow her lead.
He struck with brute force, the sword grazing her shoulder and slamming into the ground, the impact sending a dull thud through the entire maintenance alley. The metal floor cracked, sending fragments flying.
The vector was thrown backward by the impact, and just as it landed, the next blow was already upon it.
Faster than before, each strike precise.
With a gritted teeth, he forcefully activated the energy blade on his left arm, blocking the heavy sword.
The clash between cyan and dark gold caused a burst of light that momentarily blinded her.
Her arms trembled, and the magnetic force suddenly clung to the blade of the heavy sword, trying to pull it to the side.
This time, Sentinel Prime did not resist; instead, it veered to the side, following her lead.
A sudden chill ran through Yin Xiang's heart.
As expected, Yutiandi reversed his wrist.
The heavy sword, which she should have deflected, slashed back from the opposite angle.
The two blades collided again, and this time, the sound was different.
A piercing snapping sound rang out from the joint of her left arm, and the system alarms went off at the same time.
The left arm's connecting structure is damaged.
[The main output of the Energy Blade is unstable.]
【warn--】
Before the warning was even finished, the second strike of the greatsword came down.
The left arm was severed.
The cyan energy blade flashed in mid-air before flying out along with the severed arm, crashing heavily onto the broken ground a few steps away.
The world fell silent for a moment.
The vector didn't even feel pain immediately.
She only saw her left arm fall there, the energy blade structure flashing unstablely twice before dimming by half, and then a sharp pain erupted from the broken end.
[Left arm offline.]
[Energy Blade main damage dealer is offline.]
[Anomalous magnetic gravitational balance.]
She staggered backward, grabbing the wall beside her with her right hand to avoid kneeling down on the spot.
Sentinel Prime gave her no chance to catch her breath.
He stepped over the debris, his greatsword scraping the ground with a grating sound, and closed in with a single step.
When the magnetic force is adjusted to create distance, the balance on the left side is suddenly lost, as if the magnetic force loop has been torn apart, and the output direction becomes unstable.
She took a half step back, and her carapace slammed into the wall.
Yutiandi's hand had already reached out, grabbing her neck and lifting her off the ground, slamming her against the wall.
The right toe of the vectoring figure grazed the ground, and energy fluid dripped down the outer armor from the severed arm.
Sentinel was very close to her, and she could see the subtle battle marks left over from the old era on his visor.
And the murderous intent was too direct and clear, cold and hard, like a blade that had been embedded in his lifeline beforehand.
Yutiandi stared at her, his voice chilling and arrogant: "Can you still hold onto your position?"
Yin Zongqian gripped his wrist with his right hand, his fingertips trembling, yet he still managed a stubborn smile:
"Why don't you ask yourself first... if you're standing like an old coffin lid?"
Yutiandi tightened her fingers, and her vocal cords made a slight noise.
In an instant, a blue-green magnetic force suddenly burst forth from her body.
The walls cracked, debris rolled up from the ground, and the entire metal structure of the alley was forcibly shaken by her at the same time.
Sentinel Prime's shoulder armor was being pressed down and made a deforming sound, and the edges of his breastplate were also slightly twisted.
But he didn't loosen his grip; in fact, he tightened it even more, stubbornly enduring the blow.
The ancient machine was also under pressure, forcibly resisting the magnetic attraction to stand still.
At this moment, the warrior's true nature was fully revealed beneath that layer of parliamentary etiquette—fierce, stubborn, experienced, and proud to the point of being almost pathological.
Sentinel's voice came from nearby: "This level is not enough."
"What about this one?"
The right outer armor of the vectoring device suddenly unfolded, and the muzzle of the cannon pressed against the side of the enemy.
She had never used a cannon before.
The alley was narrow, the heavy sword was too fast to suppress, and long-range artillery fire could easily be dodged by him, which could also force him into a worse position.
But now they're so close they don't need to aim.
The first shot fired, and the energy explosion tore through the outer armor on the side of the enemy's waist.
The enemy's machine jolted, but the hand gripping her neck did not loosen.
The second shot caused cracks to appear on the light gold defensive field.
The third shot scorched the edge of the Sky Enemy's breastplate, and the entire machine was finally shaken back half a step.
The vector tried to break free, but the enemy grabbed her again within that half-step.
With his wounds still open, he grabbed her by the neck with one hand and slammed her against the wall to the ground.
boom!
The homing vector was trapped in the shattered metal, and before the right-hand cannon muzzle could light up again, the Sentinel Prime had already pressed forward.
His knee armor pressed against her right side, one hand pressed down on the muzzle of her right arm, and the other hand pressed against the outer layer of the spark compartment in front of her chest.
The vector tried to break free, but failed.
Just as the magnetic attraction was about to gather, Sentinel Prime's hand pressed down.
A sharp pain shot through the outer layer of the ignition chamber.
The entire machine froze, and the magnetic attraction dissipated for a moment.
Sentinel Prime looked down at her, the warrior's killing intent still lingering in his optical glasses: "You are indeed formidable."
Energy liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth as he slowly said, "Thank you for your evaluation. I'll include it in your eulogy before I die."
"It is indeed special."
Sentinel ignored her taunts.
He spoke as if delivering a final verdict to the enemy, his voice heavier, calmer, and colder than before.
"You can pry open a crack in the system, force the Supreme Council to make concessions, and make those who would otherwise only bow their heads start to raise their heads."
The vector stared at him.
Sentinel continued, "That's why I gave you a chance."
"Give me a chance to shut up?"
"Let you sit where you're supposed to sit and do what you're supposed to do," Sentinel Prime said, "instead of pushing Cybertron out of control."
The vector suddenly laughed, looking embarrassed and awkward.
Energy fluid was still leaking from the severed arm, his chest was being pressed so hard it felt like it was about to burst, and the fire seed circulation was as chaotic as a pile of kicked-over scrap wire.
"What you call controllability... is just putting all the machines back in their cages."
Sentinel said in a low voice, "At least the cage can keep the chaos out."
"Then you go in yourself."
Sentinel Prime's fingers tightened little by little, and the outer layer of the spark chamber emitted a faint sound of strain.
"You still don't understand," he said. "What you're releasing isn't hope, it's noise, ambition, chaos, and desires that will eventually devour each other."
Yin Xiangqian gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse and strained, yet still clear: "What I'm releasing is choice."
"Choices can destroy order."
"Then let's rebuild an order that is not afraid to make choices."
Yutiandi looked at her.
At that moment, he seemed to have finally lost all interest in the conversation.
"What a pity," he said, "you never learned reverence until you died."
The vector optical mirror is still shining.
"I have reverence for citizens."
She paused for a moment, then squeezed out each word carefully.
"I do not respect you."
Sentinel Prime remained silent.
He raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.
He retracted the vector optical mirror, and the muzzle of his right gun was forced to light up slightly, but he suppressed it firmly.
That punch came down.
The outer layer of the central ignition chamber.
The world was shattered in that instant.
The outer armor shattered, and the protective structure of the ignition chamber emitted a sharp, distorted cracking sound.
The optical mirror that draws the vector suddenly magnifies, and then flickers violently.
She couldn't hear her own voice, nor could she hear any other sound in the alley. She only felt something suddenly burst open from the deepest part of her chest.
The flame, exposed beneath the shattered outer armor, dimmed suddenly, and a tiny crack appeared on the surface, almost imperceptible.
The entire machine system seemed to have been forcibly plunged into darkness.
The outer layer of the ignition capsule has cracked.
[Core defenses have been compromised.]
[The fluctuation of the fire element has suddenly decreased.]
【warn--】
The system sound was as distant as if it were coming from deep underwater.
The outline of Sentinel Prime turned into a blurry dark color.
She tried to raise her right hand, but her fingertips only moved slightly.
[The fire protection mechanism has been activated.]
[Unnecessary signal noise reduction.]
Maintain minimum core energy supply.
The world through the optical lens began to darken, little by little, like all the lights on Cybertron being turned off.
The last thing she saw was Sentinel Prime standing up.
He looked down at her.
The vectoring device's chest shattered, the embers glowing so faintly they were almost invisible. Its left arm was severed in the distance, and its right hand, the muzzle of the cannon, was weakly tilted to one side, the optics so dark they were out of focus.
The fire's fluctuations plummeted to an almost fatal low.
It doesn't look good on Sentinel Prime either.
Its waist was blasted open by the cannon, its chest armor was charred black, and energy fluid was still seeping from the wounds on its shoulders and neck. Many parts of its body showed slight deformation due to the strong pressure of magnetic attraction.
But he remained standing.
She lay there, like a broken machine that had finally been damaged.
Yutiandi stared at her for a long time.
"it's over."
His voice was calm, giving the final stamp to a review that had already been completed.
He took a step back.
The structure above the alley, torn apart by the earlier battle, finally gave way.
The first metal tile fell down and hit the vector next to it.
The second piece hit her leg.
The third piece landed on her shoulder.
She didn't react, and Sentinel Prime didn't follow up with another attack.
More debris fell—broken pipes, metal wall panels, and remnants of light strips—layer upon layer, slowly covering her body.
Her severed left arm was hidden by shadows and broken pipes, and the faint flame on her chest was completely blocked by rubble. Finally, only the muzzle of her right hand and a foot were visible between the fragments.
The alleyway fell silent again.
Sentinel Prime stood in the shadows, confirming that there was no further movement beneath the ruins.
A moment later, he sheathed his heavy sword and prepared to turn and leave.
The dark gold old-fashioned weapon was folded back and placed at the waist; it was all just a cleanup that shouldn't have been recorded in the dead of night.
Beneath the rubble, the signal of the vector faded.