The Last Sentinel

Battle reports from the Huaguo Mountain battlefield were flying everywhere, but in reality, neither side made a single move.

The main strategy is: if the enemy doesn't move, I don't move; if I don't move, the enemy won't dare to move either.

On the dimensional battlefield, the Seven Bosses were taciturn, and all they did was fight.

He stood amidst the pile of corpses, covered in blood, his spear tip dangling, blood droplets rolling down the shaft.

He raised his eyelids, his gaze passing over the broken armor and flags, landing on the half-male, half-female figure, his five fingers gripping the gun slowly tightening.

"Ye Feng! You can't kill me!"

The voice was shrill and hoarse, like a dull knife scraping iron.

Jealousy staggered back two steps, his golden robe dragging into the mud. He spread his arms as if to block the entire sky in front of him, but the light in his eyes was already panicked.

"I am the original sin of jealousy, one of the seven deadly sins of Heaven!"

"If you kill me, my original sin of envy will be transferred to the other six deadly sins, and then you will face an even more powerful opponent!"

The boy did not respond.

He glanced down at the winding trail of blood at his feet, then looked up, his gaze cold and flat, like two frozen lakes. He didn't charge, he didn't roar, he simply carried the heavy black iron spear twice his height, walking steadily step by step, each step landing on the words of jealousy.

The final shot, a counterattack, pierced through from behind, like a meteor shattering the sun, turning the world pale in an instant.

The moment the spear tip pierced his heart, all the sounds in the mountain fell silent.

The half-male, half-female celestial official swayed, and a muffled sound came from his chest, like an old bell being struck in stagnant water.

He looked down at the black spear piercing his chest, its tip protruding from his back, still glistening with the last drop of blood, refusing to fall.

"You..." Seven Deadly Sins, driven by jealousy, spoke in a hoarse, low voice, blood dripping from his parched lips, "You shouldn't have killed me!"

He slowly knelt down, his knees slamming into the cracked earth, raising clouds of dust before settling down. His head drooped, his golden pupils gradually losing focus, and drops of golden immortal blood fell to the ground, pooling into a small pool.

The last figure reflected in the pool of blood was a boy covered in blood, carrying a heavy iron spear twice his height and as tall as a small mountain.

The boy drew his gun, without cheering, without kneeling, without turning back.

The moment the gun left his body, blood splattered down the tip and onto his back. He raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his face, only to find that his sleeve was already soaked, so he simply gave up.

The wind whipped up the broken flags, making a whooshing sound, and the battlefield was as quiet as a grave.

The boy carried the gun and took a few steps. Suddenly, he stopped and planted the heavy iron spear in the ground.

The gun tip sank into the ground, and the gun trembled slightly. He sat down on the ground, took out a hard, dry black cake from his pocket, took a bite, and chewed slowly, as if he were waiting for someone.

The sweat on the back of his neck slowly cooled down, but his eyes remained fixed on the place he was supposed to go on the other side of the mountain.

A gust of wind blew by, and a sorrowful voice called out, "Sixth Sister! What's wrong with you, Sixth Sister..."

The boy didn't turn his head when the voice called out.

The action of chewing the biscuit was just a moment slowed down.

"Sixth Sister, how could you die like this!"

"Big brother, I... I'm heartbroken!"

"I will remember you, you are my best sixth sister!"

"You are my dearest sister, let us become one one in the end!"

"From now on, no one can separate us anymore. You are me, and I am you. I will protect you forever..."

Behind them, a surge of air rolled, and the faint sound of teeth chewing and devouring bones could be heard, as if they were crushing bone fragments and swallowing marrow!

The chewing sounds grew louder and louder, mixed with satisfied swallowing and the crisp sound of bones breaking, making one's teeth ache.

The boy couldn't help but frown, but he ultimately suppressed his curiosity and didn't turn around to see the gruesome scene of immortals eating immortals.

Just as he finished half the pancake, a satisfied burp came from behind him: "Sentry, well done! Very efficient!"

The sound was lazy and satiated, like a well-fed wild beast licking its paws.

The boy looked up and saw that the other person was wearing a black cloak, with a pair of scarlet eyes that resembled those of a demonic cultivator. When he raised his hand, there were faint traces of blood under his fingernails.

The wind lifted a corner of his black cloak, revealing a robe adorned with gold thread. His aura pressed down heavily, making even the air seem thicker.

He walked over at a leisurely pace, as if strolling through his own yard.

The Seven Unparalleled Prodigy, the First of the Seven Deadly Sins, the Original Sin of Greed, Young Master Greed!

Young Master Tan noticed that Seventh Brother was staring at his fingers, and smiled as he wiped the bloodstains from under his fingernails: "What did you eat? Give me a piece."

He smiled gently, but the smile only reached the corners of his mouth and not his eyes.

The seventh brother handed over a piece of cake: "Here you go."

The young master stared at the words on the packaging of the pancakes, muttering to himself, "Mixed grain pancakes, meant to fill the stomach? This is utterly pathetic! You risk your life for your main body, and this is the kind of food it gives you?"

He raised an eyebrow, his tone full of disdain, and examined the pancake over and over several times.

Old Seven thought for a moment and handed over the bag containing the sentry.

The young master stared intently at the writing on the packaging, muttering to himself, "Only three days shelf life? That's too short! Wait! The production date is today! What does that mean? Does it mean this cake will never expire?"

His voice suddenly lowered, and for the first time, a hint of seriousness flashed in his scarlet eyes.

The seventh brother said, "These are sesame cakes made from wild dog milk."

Young Master Tan pondered for a moment: "Wild dog milk? It must be Eternal Tears! Did Ye Feng forcibly increase the upper limit of this food by three days using the laws of time, based on Eternal Tears?"

As he spoke, he squinted, as if he were going through the whole cause and effect in his mind, and the light in his eyes grew brighter.

The seventh brother shook his head: "I don't understand."

Thinking of this, the young master took a bite.

The dark, charred flatbread filled his mouth with an indescribable bitterness, followed by a strong feeling of nausea that spread throughout his limbs. Young Master Tan felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his face instantly turned charred black, and his handsome features began to wither and age rapidly. In just a moment, countless wrinkles and age spots appeared, and even his voice became half-male and half-female.

His eyes widened suddenly, the crimson in them darkening inch by inch as if doused with cold water. His fingers dug into the soil, his knuckles turning white, and a hissing sound came from his throat.

"puff--"

The greedy young master spat out the piece of bread, his entire body enveloped in black mist, and weakly exclaimed, "The Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man! I almost experienced the Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man just now! This thing is poisonous!"

He knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his hand, panting heavily. Wisps of black smoke rose from his handsome face, which slumped down and then slowly bounced back, like a crumpled painting.

The seventh brother looked at the young master greedily as if he were an idiot: "It's not poisonous, but you can't eat it."

His tone was flat and even, without any inflection, as if he were stating something completely ordinary.

Young Master Tan no longer dared to underestimate the eight-year-old boy, Boss Qi, before him. He said respectfully, "I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Thank you, Sentinel, for helping me eliminate the Seven Deadly Sins, Envy, and granting me the power of Envy. Now, if you help me kill any one of them, I am absolutely certain I can kill the Seven Deadly Sins, Pride and Demonic Calamity!"

He abandoned his previous arrogance, bent down, and lowered his posture to an extremely humble position, but a glint of light still flashed in his scarlet eyes as he lowered them.

The seventh brother shook his head and said, "No."

The young master was taken aback: "What?"

The seventh brother patted the heavy iron spear beside him: "I will kill Mo Lijie. Next, I will kill you."

The gun hummed as he slammed it down, his eyes meeting Young Master Tan's gaze directly without flinching.

Upon hearing this, the young master chuckled, looking at the eight-year-old boy who had suddenly turned hostile, and couldn't help but say, "Little guy, don't you want to think about what you're saying! Your true form, that lazy Heavenly Court avatar, has formed an alliance with me. We're going to join forces to take down the other six of the Seven Deadly Sins. What? You want to go back on your word?"

He laughed loudly, the laughter echoing across the empty battlefield, yet inexplicably, it was colder than crying.

Seeing the young master's greed, the seventh brother nodded earnestly and said, "Yes."

The young master's smile vanished, and he sized up the eight-year-old boy before him: "Why?"

His smile faded inch by inch from his face, and the small figure was reflected in his scarlet pupils. The situation was like two wild beasts locked eyes in the dark.

"I hate cannibalism," the seventh brother said. "Your actions just now have violated my taboo. I have decided to break the alliance, kill you first, and then go and take care of the other seven deadly sins, including Mo Lijie."

He spoke slowly, uttering each word one by one, as if announcing a pre-written verdict.

The young master looked greedily at the seventh son: "Are you sure?"

The seventh brother stood up, gently patting the heavy black iron spear in his hand: "My mission is to become invincible on the Heavenly Battlefield, establish a safe zone there, and then build a magnificent academy of myriad phenomena!"

When he said this, his eyes were bright, and there was no hesitation in his tone, like a child playing with something he cherishes most.

The young master laughed: "You think you can defeat me? You're already going all out against just one envy. As for me, the strongest of the Seven Deadly Sins, you probably wouldn't last three rounds! I advise you to cooperate with me obediently; that's your only way out."

As he spoke, he slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a ring of black runes on his wrist. His tone was flippant, but his shadow had already grown longer without him noticing.

The seventh brother shook his head: "If I switch to a larger size, you won't be able to handle it."

Upon hearing this, Young Master Tan suddenly attacked, trying to interrupt Seventh Brother from switching to his main account: I, Ye Feng!

He left no room for the seventh brother. His five fingers formed a claw, wrapped in a cloud of black energy, and went straight for his throat. It was so fast that even the wind couldn't make way for him.