The Last Sentinel

90 km below, in the mantle, in the shallow hydrosphere.

Inside the command and operations room of an ice and snow bunker.

On the ice and snow screen, the bombardment scene of a 100-meter diameter railgun was holographically projected through the icy screen.

The vast command and operations room was deathly silent.

At first glance, almost everyone present was an old acquaintance.

All the former commanders, communications officers, and even the secretary of Hattori Sengun's headquarters were present.

However, the new commander of the ice and snow command headquarters has changed from Hattori Sengun to Charles Darwin.

Charlie, dressed in Hattori Sengun's black military robe, stared intently at the screen. In the passage, the traps and ramps set up by the Neanderthals, stretching for ninety kilometers and numbering in the five digits, were instantly wiped out under the absolute firepower. Not only were there no roadblocks or mechanisms, but not even a single screw was left.

The overwhelming firepower of the Kunpeng instantly branded Charlie's arrogant heart with fear.

It's hard to imagine that the Kunpeng is just a second-level auxiliary battleship, not even a formal main battleship.

If humanity were to awaken all those Tier 2 capital warships, Tier 1 capital warships, superstring motherships, and Aurora-class war fortresses that had been dormant since 1999, a single salvo of their cannons could instantly destroy the Perfect City!

Beside him, the secretary said cautiously, "Sir, they have sent eight hundred wooden sailboats into the passage. It will only take them less than an hour to cross the boundary gate and reach the Perfect City territory."

The bespectacled staff officer said, "Sir, we should take the initiative, set up an encirclement, and kill them all!"

Charlie stared at the screen and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Never underestimate the Sentinels. You came down from the surface to the underground because of your arrogance, hubris, and brainlessness. That's why you killed Hattori Sengun. Are you planning to harm me now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Charlie punched the bespectacled young advisor in the head!

boom!

The little advisor's head suddenly exploded, splitting into four pieces like a watermelon, staining everyone in the room with white and red.

Everyone fell silent, no longer daring to utter a word.

Although Hattori Sengun was violent, he did not kill indiscriminately; he only killed when he was unhappy.

This Charlie isn't human at all; he's only happy when he kills, and he's unhappy when he's not killing.

After killing someone, Charlie felt much better, and even his thoughts became clearer. He breathed in the cold, blood-tinged air, and on the screen, eight hundred wooden sailboats were speeding along in the vector channel, their lift at full capacity and their sails billowing.

Chali muttered incantations, "The fact that the Sentinel was able to send in a wooden sailboat means that he has already made contact with the origin of the world, the will of the planet."

"He understood that the equipment, talents, and even summoned beasts outside would be banned on this original continent, so he used Homo sapiens items that were exactly the same as those from the Ice Age, 40,000 years ago. The main point was that if it didn't look out of place, it wouldn't be against the rules and therefore wouldn't be banned."

"But since he understood this, why didn't he adopt the cooperative warfare model that Homo sapiens excelled at, instead of dispersing the force among eight hundred ships?"

"Dividing troops in the face of battle is a major taboo in military strategy, as it would make it easy for the 800 small squads that entered to be wiped out."

"How could the Sentinel make such a stupid move? This is completely inconsistent with his S-class intelligence!"

"There's definitely something fishy going on here!"

Just then, Charlie's pupils suddenly contracted, and the Neanderthal super-neurons in his brain completed their construction. A terrifying truth burst from his mouth.

Charlie's hands, veins bulging, pressed firmly against the Frost Command Platform as he spoke, each word deliberate and forceful, "Unless, of course, the Sentinels never intended to let these eight hundred men return alive!"

"Sacrifice! This is a sacrifice!"

"What is he going to do with those eight hundred sacrifices?"

"What is his purpose!"

Charlie stared intently at the screen, muttering to himself, "These eight hundred people are true geniuses of the Homo sapiens race, or rather, they should be called the children of destiny!"

"Although these chosen ones have missed out on their most proficient version, they still retain considerable weight in the original will of Homo sapiens. In fact, it could be said that in the eyes of the original will of Homo sapiens on the surface, their weight is on par with that of the Sentinels."

"The chosen one and the original will are strongly bound together."

"If one or two chosen ones die, it won't have any effect; the fundamental will won't react."

"But what if a hundred or eighty, or even eight hundred, all of them died at once!"

"The primal will of Homo sapiens will surely awaken!"

"At that time, the powerful primal will of the Homo sapiens will be completely enraged, and this primal will will launch an attack on the primal will at the coordinates where its chosen ones have died in large numbers!"

"Baka! Sentry!"

"This bastard is using the sacrifice of eight hundred Chosen Ones of Homo sapiens as a bargaining chip to enrage the fundamental will of Homo sapiens, causing it to attack the fundamental will of the Perfect City!"

"That must be it!"

"The primal will of the Perfect City is very fragile, merely the will of a few hundred thousand people. It's no match for the primal will of the Homo sapiens, which numbers in the billions. If the primal will of the Homo sapiens were to awaken and descend, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

"No, we absolutely cannot let these eight hundred people die in Perfect City! If they die in Perfect City, Perfect City will truly be destroyed!"

"We absolutely cannot let the sentry's scheme succeed!"

Almost instantly, Charlie Darwin had a complete grasp of all of Ye Feng's trump cards. At this moment, even as an enemy, Charlie's awe of the Sentinel reached a new level.

Sacrificing eight hundred of a clan's Chosen Ones who did not fit the version of the game to awaken the primal will and attack the primal will of the Perfect City—such a grand strategy, such a high-level plan, truly worthy of being a countermeasure conceived by an S-class genius!

But I, Charlie, am no less capable than your Sentinel. I will absolutely not let you succeed!

Charlie raised his hand and spoke into the stone communicator, "Attention everyone, listen up! Eight hundred Homo sapiens wooden ships will be entering the Perfect City area. This time, the enemy numbers eight thousand! Do not interfere with these eight thousand people. Upon seeing them, retreat immediately. Ignore them and do not engage in battle. In short, avoid battle, avoid battle, avoid battle!"

Faced with Charlie's sudden order, the Neanderthal soldiers were a little confused, and the staff in the command and control laboratory were even more dumbfounded.

Why avoid war?

Why do you want to avoid war when the Homo sapiens have come to your door in wooden boats?

Neanderthals, whether individually or technologically, were more than capable of overwhelming Homo sapiens on wooden boats. What are you, Charlie, afraid of?

However, there was a protective barrier between Charlie and his staff, and those little days were destined to never hear Charlie's mutterings to himself.