The Last Sentinel

"Remove the force field shield!"

As Ye Feng removed the force field shield, an ordinary food deliveryman riding an electric scooter appeared on the bustling street.

Ye Feng skillfully twisted the handlebars, and Jerry, sitting below, yelled in pain, "Stop twisting it like that! Those are my ears, they'll hurt! If you want me to move forward, just say so. I've only been mechanically modified by you, I haven't really become an electric scooter."

"Sorry," Ye Feng said, "I've never ridden such an advanced electric scooter before."

Jerry grumbled, "Ye Feng, you're just settling a personal score! You're getting revenge for tricking you into joining the Red Fist and the Grand Line, aren't you? You petty bastard, how can you ever achieve anything great? A big shot like you should let go of those little grudges to become a big shot like the Great Wall Watch. You're always so calculating, what kind of future will you have... ah!"

Ye Feng slapped the handlebars and said irritably, "As an electric scooter, don't have too many of your own thoughts! Move forward!"

Just then, at the intersection not far away, the road had been cleared, and a 100-ton truck covered in rust marks, belching thick black smoke, charged toward them with overwhelming force.

Ye Feng rode his electric scooter slowly, while the 100-ton king scooter, at full power, roared toward the red light in front of him.

At this moment, in the driver's seat of the 100-ton king, Brother Long was smoking a cigarette with one hand and resting his other on the steering wheel. "Machine God, what did I say back then? I said I would take you to kill the Sentinels, and now you've done it!"

The truck responded with a buzzing sound, "This is just a spiritual entity of Ye Feng, not even his true form! You big liar!"

Duan Xiaolong said, "You're wrong about that. When I agreed to help you kill Ye Feng, I didn't say I'd kill his true form! Besides, think about it. Ye Feng's true form consumed a quarter of the Empire's annual resources, and the entire continent was forged into something comparable to a giant diamond-lapis lazuli fusion. Even a single bite from a radiation behemoth could break off its teeth. You want to kill his true form? Unless you can grow to the level of the God of All Machines, Okarah, given your growth rate, I estimate you won't have much of a chance in this lifetime..."

The truck driver shouted, "Stop talking, I'm going to put it on! Full speed ahead!"

Duan Xiaolong adjusted the video camera, stubbed out his cigarette, and focused intently on Ye Feng riding his electric scooter under the green light across the street.

This scene was projected into the offices of various bigwigs in the Human Alliance.

This is a public time travel.

This is the first step in making Operation Sentinel's "Wanderer Project" public.

In the conference room of the High Martial Arts Academy in the Perfect World Alliance, the images on the screen were lifelike and projected in front of all the big shots.

"Mr. Yan, is my apprentice really dead?"

"Mr. Donglou, is Ye Feng alright?"

Vice Dean Zhang and his advisor stared intently at the screen, extremely nervous.

Yan Shifan comforted him from the side, "Don't worry, you two. Ye Feng's main body is this perfect continent beneath our feet. This human clone is just a projection created by his spiritual power. If Ye Feng wanted to, he could condense 100,000 clones in an instant. Even if all the clones were destroyed, he would only lose some energy. Considering the current energy storage capacity of his main body, the explosion of one of Ye Feng's spiritual clones is like an ordinary person losing a hair."

Beside him, the Chaos Scholar said calmly, "You two don't need to worry about Ye Feng. He has finally found his place in history and the right use for the Sentinel profession."

"That's right." The old man in the Golden Core realm stroked his beard. "What is a sentinel? It's patrolling, guarding, and providing early warning. It's about constantly training oneself in various dangerous environments. Ye Feng's departure this time can be considered a return to the original purpose of this profession. His future will be guided by the previous generation of sentinels. In his eyes, we are just outsiders. Even if we wanted to help, we couldn't do much."

Wu Budu sighed, "The charm of life lies in the constant restarts and rises. As the saying goes, the nine most charming things in life are nothing more than the sea of ​​hatred and the sky of passion, the true heart of a scoundrel, the selfishness of a saint, a withered tree blossoming in spring, a mirage, starting from scratch, a grassroots success story, early fame, and late-blooming talent..."

The wolf king exclaimed, "We're about to crash!"

On the screen, the Hundred-Ton King dragged out a visible plume of black smoke, and with a whoosh, leaving a visible afterimage, it crashed into Ye Feng in the middle of the road.

At this moment, it would be a lie to say that Hundred-Ton King and Ye Feng had no personal grudges. The God of Machinery, fueled by the anger of being deceived by Ye Feng, marched forth to seek revenge.

The delivery driver's sentinel is as vulnerable as an ordinary person's, in the instant he is hit by a truck.

This time, the screen went into frame rate mode, with all twelve shots opening up to show the full process of the collision.

Ye Feng wasn't knocked away; he was directly shattered!

From the truck's emblem, a dark and shadowy dagger appeared, mercilessly piercing Ye Feng's heart and also striking the electric scooter Jerry that Ye Feng was riding.

The moment the Dimensional Blade struck Ye Feng, chaotic, grayish-white energy suddenly spread out, turning Ye Feng and the electric scooter completely silver-gray. Hissing silver-gray electricity covered the scooter and Ye Feng. Finally, Ye Feng raised his right hand, middle finger pointing to the sky, gesturing towards the driver's seat of the Hundred-Ton King, as if mocking, "With this kind of power, Brother Long, have you not eaten yet?"

At that moment, a majestic, aged voice rang out on the screen: "All members of the Human Alliance, rise! Respectfully see off the sentinel!"

In the conference room, a large number of people stood up in unison. "Respectfully seeing off the sentry!"

The three major powers rose to their feet, shouting, "Carbon-based universe, Sentinels, prepare to die!"

"Respectfully seeing off the sentry!"

"Sentry, prepare to die!"

"..."

The voice of the Human Alliance was destined never to reach Ye Feng's ears.

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice appeared in Ye Feng's mind.

In the darkness, Ye Feng found himself in a void, a space devoid of time and space, where he could see no bonds or entropy gravitational waves, as if everything had come to a standstill.

"Hello host, I am your system. I am very happy to see you again. During the time we were apart, you have made great progress, both in strength and in your understanding of the Sentinel profession. You are a worthy successor to the previous generation of Sentinels."

Ye Feng recalled the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, "It's so nice to see you again, but I still don't know your full name?"

"I am your system. My full name is the Supreme Management System of the [All-Heavens Genius Club and Multiverse Chat Group]. The previous Sentinel invented me, kept me, and assigned me a series of tasks. You can complete these tasks by traversing the myriad realms and obtain rewards. These rewards include, but are not limited to, chat group privileges, kicking, blocking, adding, and various sharing features. The All-Heavens Genius Club features include cheat code creation, cheat code repair, cheat code upgrades, Genius Club team training, club wars, etc..."

Ye Feng said, "It seems that from now on my life will no longer be about recklessly rushing around, but about you giving me precise tasks and me completing them."

"The host has stayed in the beginner village for too long. The war between the myriad worlds and the carbon-based universe is accelerating. We don't have much time to waste. You can check the specific mission once you reach the outer world."

Ye Feng asked, "Are there any people from our hometown in the Warhammer universe?"

"Of course, the Warhammer Universe is one of the most frequently visited universes by us transmigrators. The system is currently scanning the birth information of the corresponding Warhammer Universe player..."

Ye Feng felt the blue, eternal space dissipating, and he was falling towards the endless source of darkness, a feeling akin to drowning...