The Last Sentinel

Ye Feng stood on the ship's railing, waiting for the [Perfect Warrior] to be modified.

This modification is no small matter. Whether it's Khorne, Gorgon, or Morgen, they are all top-tier characters in the Warhammer universe. If one of them overdoes casting a spell, King Arthur will be finished.

Ye Feng had just imprinted his own original will onto King Arthur. If King Arthur was truly ruined by the blessing, Ye Feng could immediately kill him and resurrect him, and save his memories for the quarter minute before the modification.

Time passed second by second. On the Red Fist, one solar sail had been raised, and soon, a second, a third, a fourth... all the solar sails were billowing in the wind. The sixteen solar sails fluttered in the golden sunlight, and the violent vibrations from the engines left the green-skinned crew on the deck somewhat bewildered.

Are you nervous?

A voice came from beside my ear.

Without turning his head, Ye Feng suddenly transformed his left hand into an iron clamp and grabbed the area three feet in front of him!

The next moment, the phantom materialized, revealing a man who looked exactly like King Arthur, and his neck landed squarely in Ye Feng's left hand.

"A fake—human!" Ye Feng's eyes gleamed. "Did you come here to die?"

The fake human stared in astonishment at the location of Ye Feng's left hand, muttering, "Prophecy! You knew my location even before I arrived! This is fundamental-level perception, fundamental-level life! You really devoured the essence of the Perfect Continent! I thought it was just a rumor, but it turns out it's true!"

Ye Feng said, "You'd better have something important to say to me, otherwise I don't mind wasting your life."

"No, don't kill me! I have important business to attend to! Serious business!" The fake man hurriedly wiped his face with his left hand, revealing his distorted, spiraling energy face. "Brother, I've already lost two lives to you, don't kill me! We're friends, why are you doing this to me!"

Ye Feng released his grip. "Spit it out!"

"Two things!" The fake man straightened his black robe. "First, I heard that when you entered the Grand Line recently, you were falsely accused of carrying the Trisolaran Heart?"

Ye Feng said, "This is a frame-up by Charlie Darwin, who wants to use Hydra, the space pirates, to get rid of me."

The fake man blinked. "Actually, the Three-Body Mind is inside me."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng took a step forward.

Startled, the fake man took several steps back, repeatedly saying, "Don't get agitated, Ye Feng, I didn't mean to lie to you! You've never asked me about this before! The Heart of the Three-Body Problem is indeed in my hands!"

Ye Feng stared at the fake mannequin. "So, you're that legendary princess who led the Trisolaran resistance? The older sister of the current Trisolaran civilization's ruler?"

The fake man nodded and said, "Your deduction is completely correct. I am the Trisolaran princess, but that's not important. What's important is the second thing: I possess the Trisolaran Heart. It allows me to know the inner thoughts of all the Trisolarans and connect with their true ideas, leaving no secrets between the Trisolarans and me! Just now, I obtained a message through the Trisolaran Heart, some inside information about the Invincible Fleet."

Ye Feng asked, "Are there Trisolarans in the Invincible Fleet?"

"Yes, quite a lot," the pseudo-human said. "To put it bluntly, half of them are Trisolarans. When the Sabitians swept across the Milky Way, their vassal legions mainly came from two major civilizations: the Trisolaran civilization and the Titanium-based civilization."

Ye Feng frowned and asked, "Titanium-based?"

The fake human blinked. "It seems your knowledge of the Milky Way's history is quite limited. The Tau-based civilization was incredibly powerful. Once upon a time, when the Primal God civilization dominated the solar system, the Tau-based civilization was notoriously stubborn and recklessly fought against the Primal God civilization, only to be nearly wiped out. Later, the Tau-based civilization made contact with the Sabbitians, who then swept across the Milky Way, and the Tau-based civilization became the Sabbitians' most loyal lackey civilization..."

Ye Feng interrupted the fake man, "Don't give me that nonsense!"

The pseudo-human said helplessly, "It's like this, the Invincible Fleet is now mainly composed of two parts: titanium-based and Trisolaran. As a force left behind by the former Sabitian, they have fought against your carbon-based Blue Star and know how powerful you are. So, before the war even started, the Trisolaran side in the Invincible Fleet didn't want to fight you anymore, thinking that there was no point in continuing the fight. So they wanted me to communicate with you to see if you could give them a way out."

Ye Feng stared into the fake man's eyes. "Give them a way out? Who's going to give me a way out? If they stop fighting, will the Titanium-based civilization also give up and make peace? How will the Black Tower and the Gold-based civilization deal with them?"

The fake man hurriedly said, "Don't rush me, I haven't finished speaking. It's not that we won't fight, but that we'll fight rhythmically, in stages, in rounds! To be precise, we'll maintain a situation of fighting and stopping intermittently. This way, the silicon-based civilization of the Black Tower Guild behind us can't be accused of shirking its duties with the invincible fleet, and the carbon-based civilization can use this time to frantically open up the trial entrances to the Crimson Wasteland Secret Realm and start snowballing their profits!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng was genuinely tempted.

The most pressing issue right now is that Ye Feng doesn't have enough time. If he can delay the war for a while and slow down the pace of the conflict, it would be a good thing for him.

If he can delay for half a year, Ye Feng can at least produce five, or even six, Dreadnought-class Titan mechs, and gather six Dreadnought-class mechs to directly beat the three satellite-class mechs of the Invincible Fleet like spinning tops!

Ye Feng leaned against the railing of the [Crimson Destruction] and said, "We're old friends, we've had our love-hate relationship many times. You should know that I'm a very suspicious person. I can't believe what you say just because you have a mouth."

The fake human said, "It's simple. I'll provide you with the invincible fleet's deployment map, ship information, and strategic map..."

Ye Feng interrupted the fake man directly, "Don't give me these things! What I want are the coordinates of the Invincible Fleet's home port! Give me the coordinates of the Invincible Fleet's home port, and I'll believe they want to surrender to me!"

The pseudo-human was speechless. This Ye Feng was showing absolutely no respect for his friend! He was going straight for the other party's most crucial possession!

Who knows if I gave you the coordinates and you'd strike first and launch a surprise attack on the invincible fleet's home port!

No, that bastard Ye Feng will definitely strike first and destroy the Invincible Fleet's home port!

Why don't you just destroy the Invincible Armada's home port, then avoid fighting and slowly wear down the Invincible Armada? Wouldn't that be a direct victory?

Then what's the point of me talking to you?

The fake human smiled bitterly, "Sentinel, let's change our bargaining chip. They really can't give me the home port coordinates, and they won't give me something like this!"

Ye Feng said, "Then I can't help you. It wasn't easy for you to cultivate your life. Get lost before I decide to kill you!"

The fake man thought for a moment, then said, "I can't give you the coordinates of the Invincible Fleet's home port, but I can give you an even more important coordinate!"

Ye Feng said, "Speak!"

The pseudo-humanitarian statement: "The coordinates of the desolate universe—once you control these coordinates, you can directly establish the entrance to the Crimson Wasteland Secret Realm star gate!"

Ye Feng was overjoyed. "Wow, this fake man is a treasure trove! He actually knows so much!"

Ye Feng's bet with the Black Tower God was to share the desolate universe. Unexpectedly, he found it without any effort, even after searching high and low!

Ye Feng was overjoyed, but his face showed a helpless expression as he sighed, "Sigh, these coordinates are nowhere near as valuable as the coordinates of the Invincible Fleet's home port..."

The pseudo-human gritted its teeth and said, "This is the only coordinate. If you want it, we can talk. If you don't, then forget it. The Trisolarans and Titans will fight you to the death! We'll settle this on the battlefield!"

Ye Feng said, "Fine, as the saying goes, 'A beating is a sign of affection, scolding is a sign of love, and when love runs deep, you kick someone.' Our relationship is truly one of love and hate, so I'll give you this face. Give me the coordinates of the desolate universe, and I'll leave a way out for the invincible fleet of Trisolarans!"

"Alright!" the fake man said warily, "You must keep your word. Don't do what you did when you wiped out the Neanderthals—gaining the advantage and then backing out!"

"What are you talking about! Do you think I, Ye Feng, am the kind of person who goes back on his word?"

"I think it would be safer for you to make an oath."

Believe it or not, if you don't want to trade, get out!

"Then, let's make a deal!"