The Last Sentinel

The negotiations were a sham; the officials were polite, toasting and drinking, engaging in grand discussions, and treating the people with utmost respect.

Real negotiations start from zero frames, unleashing a torrent of profanities, a relentless barrage of insults, and merciless verbal attacks.

"You have defiled your mother! If it weren't for the presence of the esteemed envoy of the Zhen Dan civilization, I would have used magic to make you soar through the air right now!"

"Your brain is like cheese torn with countless holes by rats. You wretched thing, I see absolutely no trace of the goddess of wisdom's influence on you!"

"Your thoughts are so filthy even the devil would shake his head. Such a pitiful baby, instead of thinking of saving him, you actually want to seal him away! You are a bunch of Satan's corns! Use your hemorrhoid-sized brains to think, if we were just going to kill this baby, would we be here? I used to think that the evil gods of the warp were just evil, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid!"

"You have defiled your mother!"

"I have no mother!"

"Then defile your father!"

"My father? The Emperor? I knew you harbored designs on the Emperor, you damned demon!"

"Damn it, my sexual orientation is perfectly normal. I never said I wanted to defile the Emperor!"

"So what were you just saying about defiling Tzeentch?"

"Pah! Tzeentch, don't mention him to me, I hate Tzeentch!"

"I'm going to bring it up anyway, to infuriate you to the core, and send your soul back to the golden throne!"

"This is a despicable curse! I am Khorne, and when I die, my soul merely returns to the warp. How could I possibly go to the Golden Throne? You wicked charlatan, defiling your nonexistent mother..."

The Living Saint and Khorne openly insulted each other's mothers, their saliva spraying thousands of meters into the sky. The golden breath of the Living Saint and the bloody aura of Khorne's projection mingled together, as if a grand carnival party was taking place.

On the other side, Ye Feng and the Space Necromancer Captain exchanged a glance, both seeing in each other's eyes a resolute determination to eliminate him as soon as possible.

Clearly, the space undead in front of him, like Ye Feng, held the narrow-minded racial view that "those who are not of our kind must have different hearts."

The reason Ye Feng and the Necromancer Captain didn't clash, despite being the same type of extreme racist terrorists, was purely because of Ouyang Xingling.

Ye Feng said, "Ouyang Xingling..."

The captain interrupted, "His name isn't Ouyang Xingling, it's Albert Szalak!"

Ye Feng asked, "His father's surname is Ouyang, so why isn't he called Ouyang Xingling?"

The captain said, "The Silent King decreed that the Holy Son shall be named Alvid!"

Ye Feng said, "According to the imperial edict of the Dragon Emperor of the Zhen Dan Empire, his name is Ouyang Xingling."

The captain looked at the baby boy and said, "The Silent King's decree: bring Alvid back. Anyone who dares to obstruct him will be eliminated."

Ye Feng rubbed his hands together and said, "The Dragon Emperor decreed that Ouyang Xingling is free. Anyone who dares to force her will be destroyed."

"Judging from your tone, you intend to make enemies of the space undead?"

"Judging from the captain's words, does he intend to become an enemy of the Cinnabar Empire?"

"Sentry! Ye Feng, don't think I don't know your background!"

"Enough! The Empire knows perfectly well how many coffins the Necromancers in space are on their hands! Stop trying to scare us with your empty boasts!"

Ye Feng and the Space Necromancer Captain provoke each other wildly, while the Living Saint and the Khorne Projection engage in a fierce verbal battle.

Seeing that the situation was spiraling out of control, the two sides were about to go to war.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!"

"Follow my lead!"

"I have something to announce!"

A shout interrupted everyone present.

The living saint, humans, demons, and celestials all looked at the guy in the middle.

A familiar figure in a gray robe stood on a rock. "You are all important people. Wasting time on verbal disputes won't solve anything. We must find a way to solve the problem!"

Ye Feng glanced at Jerry, the traveling merchant in front of him. Why was this guy's lower body empty?

The living saint beside him said, "Oh, Jerry, the Emperor's gold currency, the finest merchants, wanderers, and adventurers, do you have any good ideas to resolve this current dispute?"

Jerry said, "Of course, first we need the Sentinel, the envoy of the Zhen Dan civilization, to explain the Holy Son's identity and characteristics, so we can have a preliminary understanding of him. Is that convenient, Sentinel?"

Ye Feng said, "First of all, Ouyang Xingling is the offspring of my carbon-based life form!"

The Necromancer captain roared, "I object! He is first and foremost the holy son of my Space Necromancer race, and only then the offspring of carbon-based life!"

Ye Feng ignored the captain and continued, "Secondly, Ouyang Xingling is not an ordinary offspring, but the reincarnation of a powerful Star God. I think everyone here is familiar with this Star God; he was the War Apostle, one of the nine apostles who fought against the Ancient Saints during the second phase of the War of Heaven! He is the most powerful being among the Star Gods!"

At this point, Ye Feng gave the Necromancer Captain a provocative look. Stubborn fool, why aren't you saying anything? You've defiled your mother!

Upon hearing this, the living saint and the projection of Khorne's eyes immediately lit up.

"This adorable doll is actually a reincarnation of a star god?"

"This is hilarious! The first newborn baby born from the Space Necromancer who single-handedly shattered the Star God is actually the reincarnation of the Star God! I'm already looking forward to the Silent King's devastated expression!"

Even faster, the undead squad leader reacted, his silver-gray living metallic pupils blazing with fury. "I don't care if he's a reincarnation of a War Apostle or some other bullshit Star God or Ancient Saint! I only know that he is the newborn of the Space Undead, Lord Szalak's only offspring, and my mission is to bring him back to the Space Undead race!"

"Shut up!" The Living Saint blocked his way. "The Star God is a manifestation of pure physical laws, and the Empire's Mechanicus is a follower of physical laws, and also a follower of the Star God. According to the rules of science, physics, and religion, the reincarnated Star God should return to the Empire, not to you space undead!"

The commander roared, "This is the Silent King's decree!"

The living saint refused to budge, declaring, "This is the Emperor's will!"

The terrifying projection looked around, wanting to get involved.

Skabrand understood his father's thoughts and produced a contract. "Perhaps, Father God, you need this."

The Khorne projection glanced at the contract, overjoyed, and roared, "You two have defiled your mother! The reincarnation of the Star God, Ouyang Xingling, should belong to our Warp! Here is the contract as proof! Our Skabrand of the Warp made a tremendous effort for the birth of the Star God's reincarnation. It single-handedly stopped Stern and the Platinum King's destructive actions. This child should return with me to the Throne of Khorne in the Warp!"

"Back to Space Necromancer!"

"Go back to the empire!"

"Back to Subspace!"

Just as the three parties were about to start arguing, a clear cry of a baby boy rang out: "Ah—ha!"

Several people looked at the little ancestor, only to see Ouyang Xingling desperately hugging a battle axe with her two small hands. This battle axe was a full ten meters long and was burning with scorching flames, clearly the weapon of the great demon Skabrand of Khorne!

"By the Emperor! What have I just seen?!"

"That's the weapon exclusively used by the Great Demon Khorne. How did he manage to do that?"

"To send greetings to Tzeentch's mother, that's truly astonishing!"