The Last Sentinel

Some sang loudly, while others lamented.

Deep in space, in the heart of a city of dark gray steel ruins, a dense fog of death blankets the entire city.

Looking down from the city center, a giant plaza stretching over 100 kilometers appears below. The entire plaza, in its outline, vaguely resembles the remains of an extremely powerful giant life form. That giant life form lay on the ground, its fist clenched, dead without a sound.

The thick black fog flickered and shimmered, and ripples emanated from the center of the square, from which a faint, mournful voice could be heard.

"My lord! I've told you everything I can!"

"I really found the legendary Cinnabar civilization! Their civilization is far more advanced than we imagined, and they are developing rapidly!"

"We must stop them immediately! Talking now is a waste of time! It will only allow the Aurora civilization to develop even faster!"

"My lord, if you insist on targeting me, could you perhaps use the ultra-high voltage alternating current emitted by the energy planet in the Terra system of the Empire, and shock me with the Emperor's high voltage, so that I may feel some of the Emperor's care..."

Deep within the dense fog of death, on a hissing, eerie blue electrotherapy machine, a humanoid life form was covered in a dense array of tubes. At this moment, from those tubes, which were almost as thick as a fist, streams of eerie blue, high-intensity energy particles hissed and surged onto its body. It screamed in agony, its facial features contorted, a truly pitiful sight.

If the Sentinel were here, he would recognize at a glance that this unfortunate kid undergoing frantic electrotherapy is none other than Jerry the little mouse, the time anchor who traveled back to the Warhammer universe with Ye Feng, the greatest traveling merchant in the Warhammer universe, and the Emperor's proudest Bitcoin.

Jerry screamed incessantly and struggled incessantly, but there was no response.

Only streams of particles carrying a hint of warmth formed a high-voltage current, washing over his limbs and internal organs.

In a way, Jerry was also an unlucky guy. Ye Feng turned him from a carbon-based life form into a metal electric car. Before he could even come to his senses, Duan Xiaolong drove the Mechanical God Truck to take him and Ye Feng through time.

So what if I've been transported to another world? The coordinates I've been transported to are Warhammer City!

Going back to Warhammer is one thing, but it would be so much better if you could return to a safe human planet, or something like Terra!

As a result, this return landed precisely at the location he had been before his time travel: the mysterious space necromancer ruins base, which is now the space necromancer ruins city.

This joke has gone way too far!

Previously, Jerry stole a large amount of supplies from the Undead Ruins' Uncivilized Pit, including the [Red Iron Fist] spaceship!

Now, things have taken a turn for the worse. As soon as they returned, they ran into each other again.

The space necromancers were no saints; they hung Jerry up and spun him around with electricity.

"You've ripped us space necromancers off! Your conscience is utterly wicked! Even if you're made of metal and can't be electrocuted, I'll make sure you're tortured every night."

Above Jerry's head, a huge mechanical display screen showed red numbers.

"Erik, aged 50, died three months ago."

"Olav, age 61K, died two months and eighteen days ago."

"Ragnar, aged 52K, died a month ago."

"Björn, aged 55K, died fifteen days ago."

"Tobias, aged 70K, died three days ago."

"..."

On the gray display screen, names were displayed in bright red, a list of the dead, and the number of the entire undead race in space was steadily decreasing.

At this rate, the space undead race may be wiped out in less than 10 years.

A series of red "-1! -1! -1!" messages kept refreshing.

On the red screen, a vibrant green halo suddenly shot out, followed by a line of green text.

"??? (Unnamed), age 0.1 hours, just born."

A line of green text with question marks stood out starkly among the sea of ​​red names on the death list.

Even Jerry, who was practically roasted alive from the electric shock, noticed the flashing green lettering and exclaimed incredulously, "By Emperor and Angels, what... what am I seeing? A green, a new green name!"

As soon as Jerry's voice fell, the entire Necromancer Ruins in space trembled violently. A magnificent and terrifying divine thought awakened, a divine thought that was both vague and turbid, carrying a deep sense of oppression, just like a human who had been asleep for ten thousand years had just awakened, his mind sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

"Born!"

"Yes! It's a birth!"

"Storm King! I... won!"

"Hahaha! I knew it! As long as we wait, time will give us a way out!"

"Guardians of the Necropolis, emerge! The newborn of our race needs your protection!"

A deafening roar resounded, and the entire space-based city of undead ruins trembled violently. In the once silent and desolate steel city, faint, eerie green lights appeared, shining through layers of thick fog and onto the plaza.

Upon closer inspection, they were all giant steel skeleton space undead, each ten meters tall. They had sharp heads, fangs, and bone spikes. Some of the space undead had their heads and necks dislocated. They walked around while repairing their dislocated bodies.

Cluck-clack!

Amidst the metallic clanging, more and more space undead appeared in the plaza—ten, a hundred, a thousand…

Every space necromancer stared at the green newborn notification on the screen.

"Unnamed, born 0.02 hours ago, just born..."

Some of the space spirits seemed to faint with excitement, kneeling on the ground and making mechanical noises, as if they were praying for the new life!

Just then, a terrifying divine thought emanated from all directions of the ruins: "I, the Silent King, Szarekh, hereby declare that the curse of the Space Necromancers has been completely ended. A newborn infant has been born into my race. I name this newborn offspring the Child of Hope, the last hope of my Space Necromancer race. I, Szarekh, bestow upon this child the name Alvid Szarekhan!"

"From this moment forward, Alvid will be the holy son of the Space Necromancer race! And the only heir of me, the Silent King Szalak!"

"Loyal guardian spirits of the Necropolis, I have discerned the coordinates of the Holy Son. The path has been cleared. Go and protect the Holy Son, safeguard his safety, and crush any enemy that threatens him. Whether the opponent is an Ancient Saint, a Star God, or anything else, I do not care or concern myself with it. Annihilate all threats and bring the Holy Son back..."

The Silent King's vast divine sense echoed across the plaza, and a blurry image appeared on the giant display screen.

In the scene, only a carbon-based male with long silver hair and a black trench coat can be seen holding a flute and playing it gently.

At the man's feet, a newborn life form, deep and radiant with blue starlight, stretched out its tiny hands and grinned as it reached out to grab the carbon-based man.

Seeing this, Jerry roared, "Ye Feng! It's a Sentinel! Lord Silent King! I know this guy, he's Ye Feng, a Sentinel under the Dragon Emperor of the Zhen Dan Civilization! Judging from his current appearance, the Sentinel has already made contact with the Holy Son. For the Holy Son's safety, please let me go and let me negotiate with the Sentinel. I know the Sentinel well, I can get the Sentinel to return the Holy Son to the Space Necromancer, and I can protect the Holy Son's safety!"

The Silent King's thoughts echoed, "Jerry, you've already lied to me once."

"This time it won't be like this!" Jerry shouted frantically. "This time I'll be absolutely loyal. If you're worried, I'll leave half my body here and only keep the other half to bring the Holy Son back!"

The Silent King said, "As you wish!"

"Oh! You're serious? — I was just kidding!"

With Jerry's screams, his body was cut in two, and his upper body was released and thrown into the Space Necromancer Guardian Spirit team.

The consciousness of the Silent King reverberated around him.

"Go, bring back the Holy Son."

"I only want the Holy Son, Arvid Szarekhan!"

"Bring back the Holy Son, and all our grudges will be wiped clean!"

The Space Necromancer Guardian Spirit stomped its foot, and the captain of the leading Guardian Spirits raised its hand, opening a rift in the subspace. It then led the Guardian Spirit team, marching in a grand procession into the subspace, heading straight for the planet Katachon!