The Last Sentinel

"Get down here!"

"Come up here!"

"You're all so afraid of the thirty of us; the term 'Jiangdong rats' suits you perfectly!"

"Stop your whining! Do you think we're unaware of Homo sapiens' despicable tricks? We already learned our lesson 40,000 years ago, and we Neanderthals won't fall into the same trap twice!"

"..."

Beneath the frozen city, the two commanders launched into a war of words, unleashing a torrent of insults.

Whether it's the Neanderthals in the tower or the Homo sapiens, they're all going all out.

This completely stunned the twenty-seven normal warriors who followed behind, who began to whisper among themselves.

"Holy crap, have the Neanderthals undergone sex reassignment surgery? Why aren't they coming down to kill us?"

"I remember that the Human Alliance had previously infiltrated and reconnoited Perfect City, but the result was that no matter how many people went in, they were all killed! Even if one or two of them managed to come back alive, they wouldn't live long."

"What's going on? The Neanderthals are playing way too conservatively! It feels like they're playing away, and we're playing at home!"

"Could it be that Brother Eighty and his two companions are geniuses? Born with the same abilities as the Sentinel Boss, making enemies automatically cower and retreat?"

"What nonsense! This is war! Not a video game! Even a sentry here would be shredded like a primitive Homo sapiens just downed from a tree!"

"Forget about playing games or fighting wars, we'll do whatever they do. If they're hurling insults, we'll hurl them insults too!"

"Yes, join them!"

The twenty-seven warriors of the alliance all spoke up and began to hurl insults.

At this moment, the Neanderthals' momentum was completely suppressed.

In fact, Neanderthals were not as good at language as Homo sapiens. Homo sapiens have the most complex language cortex and the most advanced occipital cortex, which allows them to skillfully create and believe stories. Through this evolution, Homo sapiens were the first human species to break down barriers and unite billions of people into one.

Neanderthals had highly developed brains and muscles, which meant they could excel in having a single language for each tribe. A hundred Neanderthal tribes would have a hundred different languages ​​and cultures. They only believed what they saw, and the pyramid scheme model used by Homo sapiens to gather faith was nonsense to them and simply impossible to achieve. Although the Neanderthals later became a large tribe under the alliance of the Sabitians, they still retained multiple linguistic traditions within each tribe.

With fewer people, your vocabulary is also smaller. So when the two sides engage in a vocabulary war, the Neanderthals' fragile and limited vocabulary is instantly blasted into a sieve by thirty Homo sapiens.

At that moment, high intelligence became the final straw that broke the camel's back for the Neanderthals.

High intelligence means that Neanderthals could understand the meaning of Homo sapiens' speech and accurately comprehend the bottomless curses, contempt, and ugliness behind Homo sapiens' profanities.

This caused an uproar among the Neanderthals.

"Sir! I'm going to kill them!"

A Neanderthal man, nearly five meters tall and with a body as imposing as an iron tower, had a white face filled with rage. His simple, silvery-white pupils were now bloodshot, his muscles were like writhing dragons, and his arms were thicker than a Homo sapiens' thighs. In an unimaginable atmosphere of rage, his enormous hands were like winnowing baskets, and his fingers made a crisp sound between the bones.

However, the leader inside the tower, a massive Neanderthal captain over six meters tall, clad in a woolly rhinoceros hide, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "The commander has given the order: we will execute a strategy of avoiding battle. No matter how the Homo sapiens provoke us, we cannot engage in combat!"

The five-meter-tall warrior roared, "But leader, look what they're saying! They're slandering our ancestors! This is intolerable!"

A soldier nearby said, "That's right, and I observed them; there really are only thirty of them. They're the only thirty Homo sapiens within a ten-kilometer radius! Perhaps if we send one soldier down, we can wipe them all out!"

But the leader glared at the crowd and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Avoiding battle is an order! A soldier's duty is to obey orders!"

At that moment, a Neanderthal warrior with short, silver hair scoffed, "Orders? That depends on who gives the order!"

"Charles Darwin, a half-human, half-ape hybrid!"

"Does he even deserve to command noble Neanderthal warriors?"

Upon hearing this, several soldiers in the tower immediately spoke up.

"That's right! Charlie, a guy who was beaten like a dog by the Homo sapiens genius Sentinel, only managed to escape after severely injuring Orochi! Does such a loser even deserve to command us?"

"The one who can command us is John Darwin, a Neanderthal and Sabite of dual blood, the true successor to the Perfect City. Our leader is John, not Charlie!"

"So, we can disobey Charlie's orders and go down to fight these thirty Homo sapiens and kill them!"

In an instant, the Neanderthal warriors in the tower gripped their weapons—sharp greatswords, battle axes, and longswords, each weighing a thousand pounds, all polished from obsidian. They gleamed coldly in the warriors' hands, revealing their undisguised desire to kill the thirty Homo sapiens.

"Stop right there!"

The leader stood up and said, "We are the garrison, and we must obey Lord Charles! This is the chieftain's order! No one is allowed to act rashly!"

The Neanderthal warriors stood frozen in place, not daring to move. The six-meter-tall leader was a head taller than everyone else, and he was also the strongest among them.

Just then, a voice came from a conch-shaped communicator on the table, "Zorro, you're getting old!"

"I could hear them taunting me from thirty kilometers away, and you're too scared to fight? Since your garrison is too afraid, then we'll take their place!"

"Wait, our regular army is on its way!"

"Tell those thirty sapiens ants below the fortress to wash their necks and wait to die!"

Leader Zorro stared coldly at the conch shell communicator. "George, this isn't your zone! The enemy hasn't even entered your zone yet. You can't interfere in my zone's affairs!"

George laughed and said, "I can't get involved? Zorro, have you even grasped one thing? Your superior, Charlie, is nothing but a bastard, and a loser at that. The humiliation of being nearly killed one-on-one by a Homo sapiens sentinel will haunt Charlie Darwin for the rest of his life. He has no chance of becoming the chieftain in this lifetime. The only successor to the City of Perfection is John Darwin!"

"In contrast to Charlie's orders, Young Master John's orders to us are to kill any Homo sapiens we see on sight!"

Zorro calmly said, "I obey Lord Charlie's orders. I will not participate in the war. If you are killed by the Homo sapiens, I will stand by and watch."

George laughed heartily, "You don't need to lift a finger. Just stand aside and watch. I'm keeping all the credit for this victory! Tsk tsk, they haven't even discovered Homo sapiens yet, and I've already secured my first win. How delightful that news will be when it reaches Perfect City!"