The Last Sentinel

Not every alien criminal wants to return to the galaxy, but under the threat of the explosive gun, Brother Long's attitude is very domineering: I don't care what you think, I care what I think.

I think if you want to go back to the Milky Way, then you have to go back to the Milky Way. Since you want to go back, then hand over your most important intelligence!

As for those with individual independent wills, the explosive gun's disposable magazine contains 250 compressed energy bullets. You can take advantage of Brother Long's reloading time to launch a sneak attack; this is your only chance.

The problem is that launching a sneak attack requires 250 unlucky souls to die in front of them, and obviously no one is willing to be one of those unlucky souls to be hit by a bomb, so the sneak attack plan is impossible to complete.

The fake man handed a stack of white slips to Brother Long, saying, "All hands are in order. Of the 1352 alien criminals present, we have collected 1351 pieces of important intelligence. Among them, Edward Howard is the alien criminal you have exempted."

"Hmm!" Duan Xiaolong held a thick stack of secret IOUs, then turned to look at the crowd behind him. "Since you are all willing to cooperate with me, I will naturally keep my word and let you go back! As for whether you want to come back in the future, I will not force you."

Upon hearing this, all the criminals in the room breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Mr. Long had finally stopped oppressing them.

But Duan Xiaolong was clearly not a kind soul. Brother Long then added, "But now I have a problem. I'm the warden appointed by the Human Alliance, and I'm responsible for the prison security on this island. If I release you all, I won't be able to explain myself to the Human Alliance!"

The criminals were all stunned for a moment, and then some of them broke down.

"Mr. Long, are you saying you still won't release us?"

"Mr. Long, we're all from the same gang. Although we're criminals, in the grand scheme of the galaxy, aren't we all men who can shake planets with a stomp of our feet? Aren't you just making fun of us?"

"Mr. Long, this kind of play is no fun."

In response to the criminals' words, Duan Xiaolong said, "What I'm saying is, you can leave, but the number of alien criminals on the island cannot be reduced!"

At that moment, Edward Howard stepped forward. "Mr. Long, we don't quite understand what you mean by 'we can leave, but the number of criminals cannot be reduced'?"

Duan Xiaolong said, "It's very simple. I will find a vehicle, take you all on it, and take you to a planet in the Milky Way. Then you will have to send me the same number of alien criminals within three months. Only then can I give the Human Alliance an answer."

Upon hearing this, all the criminals burst into laughter. "So that's what Lord Long meant!"

"Easy! Don't worry about one, even ten or a hundred, we can send them back to you!"

"If you let us return, we'll send you back a thousand criminals!"

Duan Xiaolong waved his hand and said, "A thousand is too many. Just send me one back. I'm not greedy."

Edward Howard said, "Now that everyone has agreed, are you letting us leave?"

Duan Xiaolong said, "Of course, but we still need to go through the procedures. Please put on your isolation helmets. I will take you away in a vehicle! Pseudo-human, distribute the helmets. I will drive the vehicle over."

The hypocrite replied, "Yes!"

Inside the old tavern, a group of alien criminals were all in a hurry, full of anticipation, looking forward to how they would wreak havoc, how they would poison living beings, and how they would avenge their enemies after returning to the galaxy.

Outside the old tavern, Duan Xiaolong strode quickly toward a large warehouse in the snowstorm.

The warehouse's iron gate slowly rolled open, revealing a dark and oppressive interior. A strong smell of gasoline and blood wafted from within, accompanied by the faint, deep rhythm of heavy metal beats.

Duan Xiaolong stepped down from the iron railing. In the dim light, a blond man dressed in a dark red mechanical priest's robe was dancing in front of a dilapidated 100-ton truck.

Duan Xiaolong leaned on the railing, looking down.

The dim lighting, the deep metallic beats accompanied by thick, hoarse lyrics that were difficult to understand, and the frenzied dance of the man in the red robe made the whole scene resemble some kind of religious ritual.

If Ye Feng were here, he would definitely be surprised and say, "Jerry, what's Jerry the little mouse doing here!"

Also, Jerry, why are you wearing the robes of the Terra Mechanic? Is this some kind of Mechanic Awakening Ritual?

Also, why does this truck, this 100-ton king truck look so familiar?

Isn't this the same 100-ton truck that failed to send me to another world?

Damn it! How is that truck still around?!

Unfortunately, Ye Feng wasn't there, and he couldn't witness this strange and mysterious scene.

Ten minutes passed quickly. Jerry suddenly leaped in a spiral, his movements abruptly halting. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead as his trembling hands reached out to the hundred-ton truck before him. He chanted repeatedly, "Great Okalach, the god of all machines, heed the wishes of your most faithful follower! Grant this emotional machine a soul! Creation begins with Okalach! When tools are empowered by algorithms, reason and emotion are no longer the exclusive domain of life. The order and contradictions of the god of all machines will permeate the beauty of machinery..."

puff-

Jerry collapsed to his knees with a thud, utterly exhausted.

Duan Xiaolong, who was above, strolled down and said in a calm voice, "Failed again."

Jerry looked at Duan Xiaolong and gritted his teeth, saying, "It shouldn't have happened! It shouldn't have failed! This truck almost killed Ye Feng back then, and Ye Feng formed a bond with it. According to the bond inequality formula, when both sides of the bond exist, and one side grows stronger, the other side will also receive the blessing of the law god and become stronger."

"It's like you. You killed the driver who tried to kill Ye Feng, so you gained the driver's power. As Ye Feng gets stronger, you also get stronger according to the setting, and you'll always be a little stronger than the Sentinel. So you have to be able to kill the Sentinel. That's the bond!"

"The bond formula is foolproof!"

"Unless, of course, the purity of their faith is insufficient!"

"Perhaps I, this wandering merchant, am not a true mechanical priest, my faith is not pure enough, and therefore I cannot receive the blessing of the god of machines!"

"It must be, it must be like this..."

"Enough!" Duan Xiaolong interrupted Jerry. "Now is not the time to study some bond formula or the Okarachian God of Machines faith. What I need now is for this truck to come to life and be able to send those alien criminals to other constellations in the Milky Way!"

Jerry said, "If it's just about sending those guys to an alien constellation, without needing to revive this truck, I can do that too. Besides the [Red Iron Fist] I gave to Ye Feng, I also have the [Black Pearl] and the [Flying Dutchman], all capable of traversing the great dark matter universe. But the problem now is that the Invincible Fleet is going to war with the Human Alliance, and the dark matter routes near the solar system are definitely blocked..."

Duan Xiaolong walked up to the 100-ton truck, looking at the various fuels, screws, bolts, engine oil, tires, engine, and weapon parts laid out on the ground. He gently patted the front of the truck, seemingly enlightened, and murmured, "Wake up, I'll take you to kill the sentries..."

The next moment, the underground warehouse floor shook, and a violent engine roar erupted from the silent 100-ton king, the shattered headlights flashing out dazzling beams of light...