The Last Sentinel

"Achoo!"

Ye Feng rubbed his nose and looked up at the distance.

Nothing had changed outside, but Ye Feng believed that many people would arrive soon.

Just now, an incredibly powerful consciousness was secretly watching him. After observing him, it shifted its attention to Ouyang Xingling. Clearly, that powerful will cared more about Ouyang Xingling than about him.

Ouyang Xingling is the child of Ouyang Tiezhu and the Space Necromancer.

He adopted his father Ouyang's surname, Daxia, took the character "Xing" from his previous life as a star god, and the character "Ling" from his mother's name, "space spirit," and named himself Ouyang Xingling.

"Hey—ah! Ah!"

A baby's ethereal laughter rang out, and a pair of tiny, lotus-root-like arms wrapped around Ye Feng's legs.

Ye Feng looked down and saw that Ouyang Xingling had completely inherited her mother's beauty. Her skin was as delicate as white porcelain, her eyebrows were sharp and her eyes were bright. Her baby hair stood up like steel needles. She was naked and hugging her mother's legs, acting coquettishly.

Opposite Ye Feng sat a group of people: Ouyang, Taylor, Skabrand, Stern, and Sleimabo.

Ouyang and Taylor looked at Ouyang Xingling with affection, wanting to hug their child, but the baby ignored them completely, instead tugging at Ye Feng's trouser leg as if Ye Feng was her real father and mother.

Stern's expression was like that of someone who was constipated; he now realized the enormity of the mess he had made.

The child of the Space Necromancer, whose past life was a Star God, has a buff stacked high enough to drive the Silent King insane!

If the Silent King loses his temper, then I'm in trouble!

The contract that the Platinum King used to betray himself was enough to drag the empire into this damned vortex!

At that time, I, Stern, will be a sinner of the Empire!

Stern could already picture the scene of the Grey Knights of the Inquisition sending their acting commander to the stake.

As for Skabrand and Slymabo, one was a "filial son" who feared the death of the Khorne God, and the other was a primitive tribal man with limited knowledge. They didn't think much about what was happening now and its future consequences. What they were more interested in was what this little guy in front of them was.

The Great Demon Scarbrand raised his left hand, a huge and ferocious hand with a diameter of over two meters. He pointed his finger carefully at Ouyang Xingling's small body.

"Ha—" Ouyang Xingling turned around unhappily and glared at Skabrand.

The Fallen Demon became interested and tilted his head to continue teasing Ouyang Xingling with his finger.

One! Two! Three...

Finally, the baby boy Ouyang Xingling got angry, turned around abruptly, grabbed the fallen demon's finger, and tried to lift Skabrand up with his little arms around the finger!

"Hahaha! This little guy!" Skabrand laughed. "He even tried to lift me up! How hilarious!"

However, the next moment, with a sharp crack and the clear sound of bones breaking, the Fallen Demon could no longer laugh.

The Great Demon's thick left index finger, as thick as a human arm, was snapped off by the newborn baby!

Skabrand's expression froze. He hadn't even felt any pain before his finger was broken!

What, what, what is this?

"The power of rules," Ye Feng said, arms crossed. "He is the reincarnation of a war apostle, born to embody the rules. The rules we need to comprehend are as natural to him as breathing. He used the rules to break your fingers."

"ha!"

Ouyang Xingling seemed very proud, holding up Ouyang Damo's finger as if it were her most prized trophy, showing it off wildly.

"You brat!"

The demon raised his hand to slap the baby boy.

Stern stopped the Great Demon. "Are you crazy? If this kid loses a single hair, the Silent King could blast Katachon to smithereens! It's just a finger, no big deal, it'll grow back on its own!"

The Great Demon, arms crossed, huffed and puffed, "Platinum King, what do you suggest we do next?"

Ye Feng shook his head and remained silent. He would be leaving in less than an hour.

I'm about to leave, and you're still asking me what to do? How should I know!

This thing is a ticking time bomb. If anything goes wrong, the Silent King will go into a rage. For the sake of my fellow transmigrators, I cannot make an enemy of the Silent King.

Taylor waved her hand affectionately and said, "Come here, baby, let Mommy hold you!"

"Wow--"

Ouyang Xingling tossed the giant magic finger aside, ran into Taylor's arms, and started drinking milk.

Looking at his wife and child, Ouyang said with a smug look, "Father God! This child was born under your pregnancy-soothing music. Why don't you be his godfather..."

"No!" Ye Feng took a few steps back, his eyes filled with wariness. "Ouyang, our fate ends here!"

Ouyang said, "Xingling has always loved you, Father God, why must you do this?"

Ouyang knew perfectly well that Ye Feng was a time-space administrator. If his son could get in touch with the time-space administrator and become a relative of the time traveler's boss, wouldn't he be able to take off with a powerful backer in the future?

Slymabo, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, watched Ouyang Xingling happily nursing, a touch of emotion in his eyes. "No matter what, I've completed my mission! It raised me from a cub, and I gave it a better life after I grew up. I have no regrets! Everyone, wait a minute, Slymabo is on his way!"

At this point, Sleimabo stood up, nodded to those around him, leaped out, and disappeared.

Seeing this, Stern also tried to run away, but he was immediately grabbed by the shoulder by the fallen demon Skabrand. "Where are you going? We signed an agreement! Don't even think about running away!"

Stern grinned and said, "What else do you want to do!"

Ye Feng said, "Don't worry, the Space Necromancer Envoy should be here soon."

Stern said, "Platinum, do you think the envoy will treat you well? You turned the space necromancer into a woman..."

"Shut up!" Taylor snapped. "I've always been a woman! Even if I was a man before, it was because I hadn't realized I was actually female! The Platinum King made me realize who I am! You traitorous lackey, do you still want to ruin the friendship between the Platinum King and me?"

Taylor's one sentence silenced the entire room.

Oh no, Taylor has completely embraced the role of her mother!

Just then, the Holy Light Cross badge hanging from Stern's waist suddenly shone brightly!

"Divine revelation!" Stern's eyes gleamed as he addressed the crowd, "Silence! The Inquisition is about to appear!"

As he spoke, Stern presented the golden cross before him and respectfully performed a knightly salute. "Stern, Acting Grand Master of the Disciplinary Knights of the Inquisition, pays his respects, Your Excellency!"

The golden cross suddenly shone brightly, and the golden halo rippled outwards, dyeing the world pure gold. "Stern, the Emperor's most loyal knight, thank you for your hard work."

An aged figure, clad in a papal robe with gold and black patterns, appeared indistinctly.

Although it was just a shadow, the powerful sense of oppression prevented Ye Feng from looking up and directly into its face.

Skarbrand, bathed in golden light, grinned and shouted, "The Living Saint of the Empire, Saint Drusus!"

The Living Saint did not slay the Great Demon, but looked behind him, his voice ancient and weathered, "Distinguished guests from afar, welcome to Catachan. The Empire harbors no hostility toward the Necromancers of the Space, the God of Khorne, or the Empire of China. I am here on the will of Terra to discuss the future of the Star God's Child and the future of this universe."

A deep dimensional rift opened, and a series of space necromancer guards emerged. The captain of the space necromancer guards, with a cold voice, announced, "By order of the Silent King, we have come to retrieve His Highness the Holy Son."

Space distorted, and within the sea of ​​blood, a blurry phantom of a skull throne twisted. Khorne's true form projected behind the Great Demon, his consciousness filled with brutality and malice. "It's quite amusing that a bunch of guys like us can sit together without fighting."