The Last Sentinel

Jiangbei City, an artificial overpass.

Standing on the overpass, looking down, one sees a bustling scene of cars and people.

Among the crowd, a young man with long silver hair, wearing a long black leather coat, stood with his hands in his pockets, holding onto the railing of the overpass, looking at the intersection below.

A few months ago, I was in a car accident here, and after the accident, I started my second life.

After he left Jiangbei City, his teacher, Vice Dean Zhang, had the lanes at the place where he had the car accident widened, turning the previous two lanes into eight lanes. However, at the spot where he crashed, there was a statue. This statue was not of Ye Feng, but of an electric scooter.

"Sentry, you were looking for me!"

From behind, a man with a slovenly beard, dressed in a medieval pirate captain's outfit, walked over, reeking of alcohol. "What do you want? I'm drinking! I just got back, and you won't even let me have a moment's peace."

Ye Feng looked at Captain Jerry and said with a smile, "I've heard recently that you miss Emperor and the Warhammer 40K universe?"

Jerry's cheeks flushed red, and he choked up with emotion. "Of course, I miss the Warhammer universe, Terra, and the Emperor so much. As a merchant ronin of the Empire, my mission is to bring resources back to the Empire, but now I can't go back. Do you know how much I'm suffering?"

"Every night, I drink heavily all night long; only the wildest alcohol can bring me a little peace."

"Only in my dreams can I see my loyal Emperor, his majestic figure, the immortal Terra, and the loyal chants echoing throughout the galaxy, transcending death..."

"I can take you back," Ye Feng interrupted Jerry's pointless rambling.

Jerry was stunned. "What? What are you talking about! You're taking me back?"

Ye Feng nodded. "Don't you miss the Emperor and the Empire? I can send you back. I've already thought it through. When the truck hits me, I'll remove the truck emblem and put it on your front as a little flying man. That way, it can directly navigate back to the Warhammer universe, and you can see your loyal Emperor and Empire."

Jerry instantly sobered up considerably from the smell of alcohol on his face, staring at Ye Feng in astonishment. "No, buddy, calm down. This isn't something I can just decide to do and go back to!"

Ye Feng corrected him, "No, my transmigration is different from others. My transmigration is targeted, targeted, do you understand? It means that if I want to transmigrate to a certain universe, I only need to grab a guy from that universe, and I can go directly to his home! Although transmigration is only allowed for one person at a time, because I have a spiritual constitution and am not considered a person in the physical sense, while you have the identity and status of a real 'person,' it's equivalent to me and you going back to the Warhammer universe together."

"Oh—" Jerry nervously rubbed his hair with both hands. "Dude, this idea of ​​yours is insane. Why do you want to go to the Warhammer universe? There are so many great universes out there, why do you have to choose the Warhammer universe? Are there any of your fellow countrymen there? Are there any transmigrators there?"

Ye Feng spread his hands and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, as long as there are alien races in our universe, then there will definitely be transmigrators in the homeland of that alien race. Just look at all the alien bastards and alien seafood in the Milky Way. Every alien bastard's homeland has transmigrators. Transmigration is not a one-way ticket. Transmigration is a two-way exchange. If they can come, it means that we can go!"

"No—" Jerry's face turned terrified. "Stop talking! I don't want to go back to the Warhammer universe! Even if I could go back, I would never go back! Isn't the Celestial civilization good enough? Celestial is full of civilization, order, delicious food, beautiful women, and powerful beings like you protecting it. It's equal, safe, and prosperous. Warhammer, God, what kind of place is that? A super cesspool! Whether it's the Emperor, the Highlords, the Primarchs, the Space Marines, the Astrail Forces, or the Ronin Merchants, everyone suffers terribly. It's hell! You want me to go back to hell? No way! I'd rather die than go back to the Warhammer universe!"

As he spoke, Jerry turned and ran.

Ye Feng reached out and grabbed Jerry, "You're all loyal when you talk about it, but you won't go when you ask! Whether you go or not isn't up to you! You'd better go obediently!"

Jerry, enveloped by Ye Feng's force field, looked utterly hopeless. "Damn it! I should have known you weren't here for anything good! Why did you have to go to the Warhammer Universe of all universes? It's a cesspool! Do you like eating shit, Ye Feng?"

Ye Feng grabbed Jerry's shoulder. "Let's go, the car will be here soon."

Ye Feng led Jerry down the artificial overpass. Ye Feng's gaze swept over the food delivery workers riding by on the roadside, and the next moment, an identical food delivery uniform appeared in his mental body.

"We're still short one electric scooter." Ye Feng looked at Jerry. "Sorry."

Jerry was stunned. "What, what are you going to do, Ye Feng? You, you've gone too far..."

All that could be seen was that streams of metallic particles rapidly converged in Ye Feng's hand and then invaded Jerry's body. Jerry's limbs, which were originally those of a living person, were instantly filled and transformed by the metallic particles. Amidst the ripples of hissing flames, even a fool could understand that Ye Feng was performing a hand-crafted version of Mechanical Ascension on Jerry.

Jerry screamed frantically, "Help! Someone help me!"

However, due to the entropy field shielding effect of Ye Feng 2.0 cosmic warrior, no one noticed this scene.

"Don't be nervous. We'll modify the limbs first. I won't move the head. Then we'll work on the organs!"

"The metal particle energy I gave you is very precious. If you ever run out of money in the Warhammer universe, you can cut off a finger and sell it for some living expenses."

"Stop grinning like that. You keep shouting about loyalty to the Emperor, but when it comes to actually seeing him, you refuse. Are all the people in the Warhammer universe this hypocritical...?"

Before long, with a series of lightning-fast hand modifications by Ye Feng, a half-human, half-machine robot with a human head and a mechanical body appeared before them.

Ye Feng gave Jerry an appreciative look, then patted him on the shoulder: "Transform into an electric scooter, quick!"

"You fucking—"

Jerry was so angry he wanted to bite someone. That bastard Ye Feng had turned him into a half-human, half-machine thing without his consent.

I was doing a good job as a human being, and now look what's happened—I'm no longer human.

"Transform into an electric scooter! Didn't you hear me?"

Ye Feng slapped him again, and Jerry reluctantly changed his form, crawling on all fours like a dog, head backward, body in a bow shape. Then, his entire body transformed into Iron Man's armor, with fine, dense metallic ripples spreading out. His arms became the front bumper, his legs became the back frame of an electric scooter, and his head became a suitcase...

In the blink of an eye, a gleaming silver electric scooter appeared in front of us.

Ye Feng patted the bicycle seat. "Helmet! And a delivery box!"

Jerry conjured up a helmet and a delivery box. Ye Feng sat in the car, wearing the helmet, and looked across the intersection.

Before long, a low beeping sound came from the other side, like the horn of fate.