The Last Sentinel

"At the Indian defense line ahead, all combat barges, please approach for inspection!"

"The Indian border defense line ahead, all combat boats, proceed closer for inspection!!"

A foreign language with a strong curry flavor, spoken in a muffled and rapid-fire manner, awakened the sleeping cabin.

Eighty-ge rubbed his bloodshot eyes and looked outside. Instantly, cold sweat poured down his forehead.

A planet-destroying cannon with a diameter of 0.5 kilometers, radiating a beam of blazing red energy, was now aimed at his wrecked ship!

"Wake up!" Brother Eighty, his face pale, shouted to those around him, "Hurry! We're surrounded! A planet-destroying cannon is pointed at our foreheads, we might be dead!"

Everyone scrambled to their feet, looked out the window at the countless Space Marines clad in metallic armor emblazoned with cosmic skulls, and cried out in alarm that something was terribly wrong.

"Damn it! How did we get here?!"

"Is there something wrong with the star chart?"

"Where's Hua Xiaobai? Where's Hua Xiaobai?!"

Everyone turned around to search, but in the huge cabin, they couldn't find a trace of Hua Xiaobai, or even a ghost.

Brother Eighty slapped his thigh suddenly, "Damn it! I've been played by this kid again!"

The King of Hanzhong blinked. "Why use two 'again' characters?"

Eighty-Brother grabbed the King of Hanzhong by the neck. "Is this the time to nitpick? Can't we stop worrying about these grammatical details!"

Ah Fei and Ah Yu rushed up to help stop Brother Eighty.

Dian Wei and Xu Chu went up and stopped A Fei and A Yu.

Just as the six people split into three teams to start the no-holds-barred fighting tournament, a loud bang of an iron gate interrupted the match.

The iron gate was pushed open, and Hua Xiaobai, carrying a large box and covered in sweat, looked at the six guys and said irritably, "Hey, what are you guys doing! Can't you eat first before you fight! Fighting at a time like this? How big are your hearts?!"

When Brother Ba and the others saw that Hua Xiaobai hadn't run away, they all hurriedly stood up.

The King of Hanzhong rubbed the bruises on his face and gritted his teeth, saying, "Brother Eighty said you betrayed us and ran away..."

"I didn't!" Brother Eighty said with a broad smile. "Little Bai, we're brothers, I wouldn't suspect my own brother!"

"Come on!" Hua Xiaobai waved her hand in disgust. "Everyone knows Mengde is suspicious, who the hell doesn't suspect you?! Stop talking nonsense and take off your clothes!"

Dian Wei blinked. "Strategist Hua, if I may say something I shouldn't, but if we take off our clothes, won't those planet-destroying cannons on the other side kill us?"

Xu Chu, with an understanding expression, said, "I understand. Strategist Hua is trying to use his good looks to seduce the enemy, making them hesitate to fire due to their tenderness!"

"I'll blanch it!"

Hua Xiaobai couldn't hold back any longer and slapped the two idiots across the face!

Then, Hua Xiaobai jumped high in the air, clutching her hand in pain.

The two Tiger Warriors looked at Hua Xiaobai with pity. "Sigh, why does this kid never learn? You've been working with us for a while now. Don't you know how strong our defenses are? You slap us every day. Are you a masochist?"

Despite her swollen hand, Hua Xiaobai kicked open the box beside her.

Inside the box were sets of uniquely designed armor and weapons.

Hua Xiaobai said, "Quickly, one set for everyone. Your names are on the armor, so put it on now!"

Brother Eighty was a little confused. "No, Little White, what is this thing?"

The King of Hanzhong bent down and picked up a set of armor. The armor was a one-piece bronze armor with a beast face, with hematite embedded in the chest and a defensive magic array. The shoulder armor had barbs, and the limbs were covered with bronze armor with scale patterns. It was covered with weapon scars from a hundred battles and had a rough and wild look.

Beyond the armor was a Tiger Soul Longsword, with a meteorite bronze blade and a dark, sacrificial wood shaft, engraved with killing and witchcraft patterns. It was solidly weighted, capable of cleaving through armor, and the handle was inlaid with the ancient characters "Jiuli·Chiyou Tribe".

The King of Hanzhong exclaimed, "This...this is the bronze armor of the Chiyou tribe? I've seen it in a museum!"

Hua Xiaobai laughed, "Old Liu, you really have an eye for talent! That's right, this is the War God Seven Armor that I specially tailored for everyone!"

Hanzhong Wangdao: "Won't the enemy's planet-destroying cannons stop firing at us while we're wearing this armor?"

"What are you thinking about!" Hua Xiaobai boasted excitedly, "The fleet outside was sent by my girlfriend to welcome me!"

"Why did they fire the cannons?!"

"As for making you wear this armor, isn't it because, when you're out in the world, you need a respectable identity?"

"What kind of race and civilization do Indians have?"

"It was a civilization dominated by an extreme idealist religion. Everyone was religious, everyone was a believer, and everyone was an idealist."

"If you want to become a Brahmin, a superior person, in such an environment, you must have a divine background and lineage."

"Consider the current gods of China. The likes of Xuanyuan are too easily exposed. Chiyou, or the Chiyou of Jiuli, will become the best identity label for us when we travel!"

"After all, Chi You's reputation is that he fought against the Yellow Emperor for the throne and was later enshrined in a temple!"

"With such a prestigious lineage of gods, who in the entire Indian civilization has a more powerful background than us, and whose ancestors were more formidable?"

Everyone stared in astonishment at Hua Xiaobai's words.

It has to be said that when it comes to talking nonsense and bragging, ten Ye Fengs tied together couldn't beat Hua Xiaobai.

If you go to India and try to blend in with the Brahmins, you'll instantly gain the Chi You and Jiuli descendants buff, transforming yourself from a homeless dog into an exiled noble!

Holy crap, this isn't just a regular deception, this is a full-blown scam, an interstellar scam!

But thinking about it again, isn't Indian civilization just a civilization where everyone deceives each other?

Hua Xiaobai's fraud against the Indians cannot be described as Hua Sang being immoral; it can only be said that Hua Sang was using their own methods against them.

Brother Eighty couldn't help but ask, "What if we get caught?"

Hua Xiaobai said domineeringly, "I'm shameless enough, who can expose me? As long as I stubbornly deny it, who can say I'm not a descendant of Chi You? Unless they can awaken Chi You and make him say that the seven of us are not his offspring!"

"You guys shouldn't be so cowardly!"

"I'm telling you, this world, this universe, these heavens are just a large makeshift operation. The higher-ups, the Brahmins and Kshatriyas, aren't as smart as you think."

"Compared to the intricate schemes between the Human Alliance and the Empire, their level is child's play."

"With my abilities and your combined skills, we'll soon be a major force among the Brahmins in India! We'll achieve even greater glory!"

"Okay, are you dressed?"

Everyone exclaimed, "That's it!"

Hua Xiaobai glanced around; everyone was clad in Cangluan Xuan Tong armor. The dark blue armor was covered in crimson blood-red mineral patterns, the bull-head helmets had jagged bronze horns, and ferocious beast faces obscured their features. Their steps were heavy and steady. Each person held a Bengyue Hupo long halberd, its surface shimmering with dark, witch-like patterns. They stood in solemn formation, their killing intent restrained yet intimidating, exuding the powerful and imposing aura of ancient barbarians.

"Very good!" Hua Xiaobai said, "From now on, in front of outsiders, you shall call me Young Master! I am the only direct descendant of Chi You! And you are the descendants of Chi You's eighty-one brothers. We are brothers, inseparable, good brothers whose bloodline has been passed down through generations!"

"clear!"

"Open the door!"