The Last Sentinel

"Hua Sang! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Your series of questionable actions have resulted in all of us losing our jobs!"

"Being laid off is nothing! The important thing is that the Human Alliance, the Empire, and the Milky Way are all gone now!"

"Now we can't even operate the mechs!"

"Let's drink! These days, nobody cares if we drink!"

The wrecked interstellar barge floated in the dead of space, its hull armor riddled with molten bullet holes, its hull torn in several places, exposed pipes hissing with pale blue coolant, and its broken ship-mounted cannons hanging askew. Broken warship wreckage and cold stardust floated around it, and radioactive dust drifted slowly outside the portholes.

Hua Xiaobai leaned against the worn metal command chair, wearing a well-tailored dark velvet command shirt with the cuffs rolled up to her forearms, which accentuated her slender and elegant figure.

The area in front of me was littered with broken instrument panels, crackling and short-circuited screens, and scattered battle plans.

However, Hua Xiaobai held a perfectly preserved vintage crystal goblet, filled with deep red wine, which she poured gently.

Hua Xiaobai lightly held the stem of the glass with his fingertips, slowly swirling the wine. The scarlet luster illuminated his indifferent and handsome eyebrows, completely unconcerned about the drunken crowd in the cabin.

The three brothers of Wang Taoyuan in Hanzhong were lying together, fast asleep.

Xu Chu and Dian Wei were snoring together.

Only Brother Eighty, with red eyes, was smoking a cigar.

Finally, Brother Eighty, his eyes red, stood before him. "Hua Xiaobai, what on earth are you thinking?!"

Hua Xiaobai said, "I wasn't thinking about anything!"

Brother Eighty, holding a newspaper, asked, "Why did you leak secrets? Why did you betray information?"

Hua Xiaobai blinked. "Dude, isn't the greatest value of a secret its ability to be sold? If you can't get a good price for it, then what's the point of keeping it a secret?"

Brother Eighty grabbed Hua Xiaobai by the collar. "Don't try to fool me!"

Hua Xiaobai yanked off Eighty Brother's arm and said irritably, "It's simple, just help Ah San grow strong and powerful in the myriad universes! Create glory!"

Brother Eighty frowned and said, "Supporting India? That incompetent, good-for-nothing, gets beaten and conquered by various civilizations on Earth. You expect them to succeed..."

"Hey, stop, stop!" Hua Xiaobai said, "Eighty, you need to know one thing. When India got beaten up on our Blue Star, it wasn't because India was weak. It's because Blue Star is a monster arena, the supreme arena of civilizations in the entire universe!"

"In this kind of environment, countless branches of humanity have been wiped out! Yet the Indians have survived so many wars of extinction, and are still able to sing and dance. That kind of vitality is unique in all the universes!"

"Compared to the Indians, the Japanese learned from us; they truly know us inside and out, and they also know our weaknesses. If we allow the Japanese shogunate to rule and become the sole trump card supporting the entire universe, our future will be extremely difficult!"

"The Indians are different. They have an inexplicable confidence, and most importantly, they only corrupt themselves internally. They're completely subservient to other races. This kind of civilization, skilled at internal strife but inept at external conflict, would be a ticking time bomb if left to those guys in the universe!"

Upon hearing this, Brother Eighty exclaimed, "You don't actually think the Japanese would cede the throne to the Indians, do you? Those bastards in the Shogunate are ruthless!"

Hua Xiaobai said, "I know, but you also have to believe that the Indians are a completely different story when it comes to idealism compared to the Japanese! And in the outer universes, are there more people who believe in technology or idealism?"

"Isn't that nonsense?" The King of Hanzhong slurred himself to his feet, drunk. "Of course, most people believe in idealism! You could even say that ninety percent of civilizations are idealistic!"

Hua Xiaobai slapped his thigh suddenly, "That's right! Since idealistic civilization accounts for 90%, which is more popular, pure idealism like that of India or the half-baked, poor imperialism of those Japanese?"

The King of Hanzhong said, "It should be India!"

Hua Xiaobai said, "It must be India! When India enters the universe, it's like a king returning to his homeland, truly stepping into his comfort zone! The universe is such a complex environment; considering India's tens of thousands of races, it's almost a perfect fit, if not a match made in heaven!"

"To put it bluntly, as long as India wins the ultimate test of the carbon-based universe and becomes our only trump card against it, our carbon-based universe will have a much easier time in the future!"

"Therefore, the important thing at this stage is not to kill the Japanese invaders, but to help our third brother get back on his feet!"

"Given the Indians' formidable reproductive capacity and their idealistic, selfish, and self-serving insect-like nature!"

"Their entry into the myriad universes is an invasion comparable to a natural disaster!"

Brother Eighty leaned closer and said, "Hua Sang, tell me the truth, have you already made contact with Ah San?"

"Ahem." Hua Xiaobai corrected earnestly, "Don't call me Hua Sang anymore, you should call me Hua Xiaobai Khan! To be honest, I've married a Brahmin noblewoman and become my third brother's live-in son-in-law. They even bestowed upon me the Brahmin surname Khan!"

"I played a crucial role in enabling India to leave Earth and venture into the stars. I am the founder and driving force behind the entire Indian civilization!"

"This time, it may seem like I've been exiled, but in reality, I've returned to the Third Brother group and led the Third Brother and Third Sister-in-law in a fierce battle against the Japanese shogunate!"

"From now on, everyone stop calling me 'Flower-Sang,' call me Flower-Mir Khan!"

"With me, Huamir Khan, leading my third brother against the Japanese shogunate, just you wait and see if I can tear Tokugawa Mitsunobu's underwear off—ah! Why did you hit me!"

Brother Eighty slapped Hua Xiaobai on the head. "Hua Mir Khan! You really know how to name yourself! How could you lay a hand on an Indian girl! I may think I'm a lecher, but I never go after Indian women!"

Hua Xiaobai said, "Sigh, low caste and high caste are different! Third Brother's high caste is handsome in a sophisticated and roguish way! You have no idea how beautiful my Indian wife is! Really! Absolutely stunning."

King Hanzhong poured himself a glass of red wine: "To be honest, ever since the boss was banished into the River of Time, our Human Alliance has been completely at a disadvantage when facing the Empire. Now, almost everyone on Blue Star says that the Human Alliance is just a big government office of the Empire, similar to the Hanlin Academy or the Embroidered Uniform Guard. The Empire has not clarified this either. It is obvious that Jiajing is planning to take over the base of his hometown."

"The boss's not here, so we're getting bullied!" said Brother Eighty. "Take the Sword Qi Great Wall for example! All those Iron Curtain mechs were produced by the boss, but when it came to distribution, the Human Alliance only got 30%, while the Empire got 70%. They claimed it was because the Empire has a larger population and that the distribution should be based on population. Li Wenzhong appears fair and just on the surface, but in reality, he's siding with his own Zhu family and doesn't take us Human Alliance seriously at all!"

The three sat facing each other, growing angrier and more helpless as they talked.

The boss was exiled, and his fate is unknown.

The empire almost unified the Golden Land, the River of Reverse Entropy, the Dream of Time, and the Jade Capital!

As expected, the Great Wall Watcher will be the last Speaker of the Human Alliance. There will be no more Speakers after that, and the Human Alliance will become a government department of the Empire.