The Last Sentinel

"Ah—ha!"

Khorne's battle axe was swung around three times by Ouyang Xingling before being slammed down on the ground!

With a loud bang!

The ground shook, my vision blurred, and I had constant tinnitus.

What comes into view is a huge ravine that is visible to the naked eye. The ravine is relatively shallow at the beginning, but if you look deeper, it is a huge canyon that is tens of millions of meters long, hundreds of meters deep, and thousands of meters wide!

Just one strike!

A canyon was carved out of the hard surface of the planet Katachon!

One can imagine that if he had swung his axe slightly off course and struck the Living Saint, the Great Demon Khorne, or even Ouyang Taylor, they would have been seriously injured, if not killed!

Everyone gasped as they watched this scene unfold.

This power, this combat strength, this control over the rules—it's terrifying!

This is no ordinary baby; this is clearly a living father!

Saint Drusus, the Living Saint, swallowed hard and muttered, "This, this child, he's really strong!"

"Yes!" the Khorne projection said with lingering fear. "It's only just been born, yet it can already swing Skabrand's battle axe. If it grows up, it might even dare to swing the battle axe at Khorne's throne!"

Ye Feng patted Ouyang Xingling's head affectionately, "Little Xing, you're so strong!"

Ouyang Xingling proudly raised her chest, but her words were muffled by sobs.

At this moment, the Living Saint Saint Drusus stepped forward. "Gentlemen," he said, "our fighting and scrambling isn't a solution. How about this: I'll use my Great Prophecy to see what this child's future holds!"

"Good!" Khorne's projection said. "That's a good idea, don't you think, Necromancer?"

The captain of the Guardians remained silent. It was clear that he wanted to object, but the three guys present all agreed to do so, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Saint Drusus, the Living Saint, raised his hand, and a golden halo appeared on the tip of his left finger. The halo flickered like starlight, and as his finger slowly touched down, a burning golden flame landed on Ouyang Xingling's brow.

Ouyang Xingling closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.

Immediately following, a dense golden holy light magic circle appeared beneath Ouyang Xingling's feet. The magic circle's overlapping shadows soared into the sky, and under the powerful binding force, Ouyang Xingling's body rapidly grew within this golden phantom.

"This is the future scenario under normal bondage conditions," said the Living Saint Saint Drusus. "That is to say, the most accurate future scenario of him growing up with his parents Taylor and Ouyang in the Katachan indigenous tribe, without the involvement of any of our four forces."

In the golden, shimmering phantom, Ouyang Xingling quickly grew into a naive young boy. He began to act like a wild child, constantly adventuring on the planet Katachon, venturing into the terrifying depths of the Katachon jungle to steal bird eggs, picking fruit from the most ferocious vine abyss of Katachon, defecating by Sleimabo's bedside while he slept, and releasing vicious and ferocious Katachon bees into the indigenous elder's bedroom...

It would have been better if this future hadn't been shown; once it was, everyone fell silent.

The crowd watched as the primitive tribe's poisonous insects howled and flames soared into the sky. The elders were hospitalized every few days, and even a powerful figure like Slymabo was rendered unable to take care of himself.

I'll blanch it!

Is this something a human being could do?

Isn't this a human-shaped demon?

A born devil!

Only Ye Feng forced a smile and said, "Kids will be kids, a little mischievous, don't take it to heart! Who wasn't mischievous when they were little?"

Everyone forced a smile and continued reading.

Soon, within the golden phantom, Ouyang Xingling finally grew into adulthood, becoming a young man around twenty years old with a terrifying height of nearly five meters and muscular build. Even a strongman like Slymabo couldn't last more than three rounds in a one-on-one fight with him.

The Ouyang Xingling within the golden phantom was no longer as mischievous as before. He began to study and read, but the book he was reading was titled "The Memoirs of War General Horus".

"etc!"

Saint Drusus, the Living Saint, couldn't hold back any longer. He abruptly pressed the pause button, pointed at the book title on the virtual future, and shouted, "Horus! Horus is heresy, taboo, a name that no one in the Empire can utter! What is this guy doing?!"

The projection of Khorne cackled, "Looks like this kid has a stronger connection with my warp! Hahaha!"

However, he quickly switched to another book, titled "A Proposal for the Purification of the Four Evil Gods of the Warp".

The Khorne projection's face instantly turned bright red, extremely embarrassed.

Only the Space Necromancer captain said smugly, "As expected, the Space Necromancer race must return to the Space Necromancer tribe!"

Just then, the golden projection of the future changed, and what followed was a young Ouyang Xingling wearing armor, with a densely packed legion of space warriors standing behind him. The enemy he was fighting was none other than the army of space undead!

The vast human interstellar battle groups roared in after them, and the undead army in space was cut down like grass. The entire battlefield became the battlefield dominated by Ouyang Xingling!

Upon witnessing this, the Space Necromancer Captain instantly broke down, exclaiming, "Impossible! How could this be! How could it turn out like this!"

"It's one of our space undead, why would it turn its blade against our own kind!"

"That's impossible!"

On the other side, the Living Saint Saint Drusus and the projection of Khorne together stopped the Space Necromancer Captain who had broken through his defenses.

Saint Drusus, the Living Saint, said: "This is a projection of the future, which cannot be altered or made wrong. Please accept the facts; this is what will happen to him in the future."

At this moment, the golden afterglow of the projection began to dissipate, the projection of the future became blurry, and the prophecy ended.

The scene of everyone vying for Ouyang Xingling vanished, and everyone looked at her with mixed feelings.

This is no longer a cozy place; this is heresy, traitor, villain...

Reading the memoirs of Warmaster Horus is to be an enemy of the Empire.

We will learn the methods of cleaning up the subspace and vow to become enemies of the four evil gods!

Finally, he led the human army to kill the space undead, which meant he was an enemy of the Silent King!

This kid's going to grow up to be a cosmic version of Homelander!

So, what should we do?

The Living Saint Drusus recited: "According to the custom of the Inquisition, such scourges should be nipped in the bud!"

The Space Necromancer Captain roared, "Let's see who dares! The Silent King's decree: Protect the Holy Son, bring him back!"

The Khorne projection scoffed, "Take him back? Take him back to kill the Silent King? This kid is going to exterminate the entire Space Necromancer race!"

"I don't care!" the necromancer captain declared. "I'm following orders! What he does in the future is his business!"

The Living Sage recited, "What the Silent King desires is a qualified successor, a leader of new hope, a new king capable of carrying on the bloodline. The Empire and the Warp need a powerful figure who can maintain harmonious relations between humanity and all races. Therefore, to prevent future events from occurring, to allow Ouyang Xingling to grow better, and to avoid the scenario we witness, I suggest entrusting Ouyang Xingling to the Platinum King, allowing him to take her back to the Zhen Dan Empire for nurturing!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Saint Drusus! There's an old saying in Zhen Dan: 'Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you.' You all don't want it, but now you're giving it to me? If this kid goes to the Zhen Dan Empire, I'll be a sinner against Zhen Dan!"

However, the gazes of the people present towards Ye Feng softened.

Clearly, the living saint's advice was accepted by those around him.

This kid is a menace if he stays in Warhammer.

Then let's send it to the Chinese Empire!

Go and wreak havoc on the Chinese Empire!