The Last Sentinel

The radiance of the bronze tree roared out from above Fortress Seven, projecting its light in all directions.

Where the bluish-gold sunlight shines, millennia-old glaciers melt rapidly, and temperatures begin to rise.

To the average Homo sapiens, this scene might not seem like a big deal—it's just global warming!

The surface temperature of our Homo sapiens was much warmer than it is now. It's minus fifty degrees Celsius now, which is too cold. If it could rise by fifty degrees Celsius, or even a hundred degrees Celsius, we Homo sapiens could endure it!

However, this scene was projected onto the Neanderthal's monitoring ice wall, and all the Neanderthals present, except for Charlie, immediately went into a state of stress.

"This, this is not a ritual! This is not a ritual at all!"

"A nuclear reactor! This thing is a nuclear fusion reactor!"

"This tree is essentially a small, controlled nuclear fusion reactor! The Homo sapiens want to use their technology to raise the temperature of our continent. They want to simulate the evolution of the Earth's surface environment, causing the Neanderthals to suffer various negative effects, such as weakness, by drastically increasing the temperature!"

"Immediately! Deploy the Imperial Guard and Border Troops to destroy this bronze tree! We absolutely cannot allow it to raise the surface temperature! We Neanderthals only have a four-digit number of sweat glands, while Homo sapiens typically have over five million! This is a completely different level of heat dissipation. Once the temperature rises, the heat inside our bodies will accumulate rapidly, and the intense beating of our hearts and the inability of our blood vessels to withstand it will cause us to explode on the spot!"

In an instant, all the Neanderthals jumped up and shouted.

Amidst the crowd, Charlie stared at the screen, his voice icy, "If we attack Fortress Seven now, we'll have truly fallen into the Sentinels' trap!"

An elder beside him angrily rebuked, "Charlie! Have you been scared out of your wits by the Sentinels? The Sentinels have already hung a sun over our continent. Although we don't know how they did it, how is this any different from the extinction of Neanderthals due to changes in the Earth's surface environment, or the extinction of the dinosaurs due to an asteroid impact destroying the Earth's surface?"

boom!

The elder's reply was silent, only a ruthless killing fist technique!

The black fist light pierced through the elder's face, and cracks quickly appeared all over his body. His blue essence blood dried up instantly, and he was transformed into a giant, shriveled mummy after being swept by the fist light.

Charlie rubbed his right fist, his voice calm. "The three-army offensive is unimportant, and the Constellation Little Sun is unimportant either. The most important thing now is to find Hua Xiaobai. I have a feeling that Hua Xiaobai is a pawn of the Sentinels. Issue the order: the military headquarters in the three regions are to remain inactive, only to defend, and not to attack. The entire Imperial Guard of Perfect City is to be mobilized to search for Hua Xiaobai. We must find Hua Xiaobai!"

"yes!"

The imperial guards behind him hurriedly left.

At that moment, a crisp cracking sound rang out, and all that could be seen on the projection ice screen wall was the intense azure-gold halo of a large tree. The ice wall of the command room began to melt, and the originally high-frame-rate, clear image suddenly became blurry as the ice water melted.

Every Neanderthal present had fear etched on their face—a fear that stemmed from the depths of their hearts: rising temperatures meant they were encased in sealed bags by their almost impermeable skin, devoid of sweat glands. Their powerful hearts kept generating heat, but ultimately, due to the excessively high external temperatures and their inability to dissipate it, their body temperatures skyrocketed, leading to their sudden death and the extinction of their race.

However, last time, when the surface temperature rose, everyone was able to find underground glacial continents like Perfect World.

This time, Homo sapiens will not give them another chance.

Unlike the Neanderthals who were panting heavily, the Homo sapiens, sensing the radiance of the bronze tree, were all beaming with joy.

"No, wait, the sun is rising over this glacial continent! It's getting warmer, haha!"

"It's not the sun, it's the radiance of the bronze tree! It feels like a miniature artificial sun."

"Isn't the technology for creating a miniature sun quite mature? Does that mean the Sentinels moved a miniature sun to the ancient continent?"

"This is an ancient continent where the physical principles of fusion reactions don't exist. There are only sacrificial rituals from the Spiritual Era. It's likely that the Sentinels used metaphysics to translate the scientific theory of artificial mini-suns and used the metaphysical means of sacrifice to realize a scientific artificial mini-sun!"

In a certain canyon, the King of Xinye and Hanzhong, who were marching at full speed, stopped with his eight hundred troops.

Behind them, the radiance of the bronze tree illuminated the entire continent, its intense light lighting up half the sky.

Liu Huangshu looked at the bronze-colored cloud of blue-gold light behind him. The cloud was boiling and roaring, releasing intense blue-gold heat. Where it tilted wildly, even though he was in the distant glacier, he could feel the intense heat gathering in the earth's crust beneath the ice sheet.

Ah Fei asked, "Big brother, what's wrong?"

Liu Bei said, "Do you still remember the three secret plans that Brother Zhuge Mengde gave us? The condition for opening the first one is before encountering the enemy!"

Ayu asked, "Before encountering the enemy? Which 'secret plan'?"

Liu Bei took out a blue brocade pouch from his bosom and opened it.

There was only a small note inside the brocade pouch.

Ah Fei leaned closer. "What brilliant plan is written here?"

Liu Bei slowly unfolded the note, on which were written four characters in a flamboyant style: "People, before, manifest, saint!"

"A divine intervention in front of everyone?" Liu Bei looked at the note in confusion, muttering to himself, "What does it mean?"

Ayu said, "Showing off in front of others means displaying your abilities in front of everyone. In layman's terms, it means showing off in public."

Ah Fei scratched his head and said, "Big brother, I don't understand. Why did Brother Eighty write these four words for us? Do we need him to teach us how to show off? This is our basic passive skill, okay?"

Liu Huangshu couldn't understand the meaning of the note, but he couldn't admit it in front of his two younger brothers, as that would make him seem dull and inferior to his eighty-year-old brother.

Liu Bei tore the note to shreds and tossed it aside. "I am aware of Zhuge Mengde's instructions. Inform everyone to speed up the march and make sure to pass the twenty-five snow-capped mountains ahead before tonight! We must reach the walls of Perfect City before the other three armies engage in battle!"

"yes!"

"Hurry up the march!"

Liu Huangshu took out a small blue wind banner and flicked it. The banner, which was originally no bigger than a palm, suddenly grew to a height of ten feet. He held it in his hand and it fluttered loudly!

Liu Bei roared, "All troops, listen to my command! Move with the speed of the wind!"

A cold wind swept out from the flags and howled past!

The team buff, "Swift as the Wind," suddenly took effect!

The entire 800-man raiding squad was enveloped in a layer of icy clouds. During the march, the cold wind howled, and from a distance, it looked like a blizzard. Everyone's speed was directly increased to the maximum. They leaped into the air and walked on the wind. Their feet did not even touch the ground. Ten meters above the ground, they walked as if on flat ground and sped like the wind and thunder.