The Creators: From Night City

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The situation was obvious; the stalker had been right. This profound sage, dwelling in the giant coffin, had detected Jiang Bing's spiritual energy fluctuations and coveted his soul and body.

The religious figures attending to him were clearly responding to the other party's request to capture Jiang Bing in order to satisfy the appetites of the creatures inside the coffin.

"The world here is truly interesting; the people are simple, honest, and hospitable." The relentless attacks after their arrival finally made Jiang Bing lose his patience.

"Is this your first day surviving in Lothric? If you want to die, don't drag me down with you." The other person's reply made Jiang Bing suddenly realize what was going on.

“Locris, the Deep Saint, Aldrich!” Jiang Bing recited the name from his memory, identifying the person in the coffin.

"Since you know the identity of that drowned fat pig in the coffin, why don't you run? If you stay here, those knights of the Dark Cathedral will capture you and feed you to that fat pig." The other party replied as he took off running.

Jiang Bing was left standing there muttering to himself, "It's the world of Dark Souls. Well, what could be more in line with my requirements than the First Flame of this world?"

After all, this entire world is sustained by the burning of the 'Primordial Flame,' so the level of this flame must be sufficient to meet the requirements of the [Ether Forge].

However, the problem is that this flame is the energy center of this world, and it is obviously not an easy task to bypass the natives and obtain it.

"Hey, you weirdo, aren't you going to run away?" The peeping tom darted out and saw Jiang Bing still standing there motionless, so he shouted angrily.

Jiang Bing waved his hand, gazing at the Profound Saint in the coffin, this 'King of Cinder' who had already been burned by the Primordial Flame, and a smile of looking at prey crept onto his lips.

You want to devour me, but I also want to borrow the primordial fire from you.

So, under the watchful eyes of the voyeurs, he advanced instead of retreating, charging headlong towards the church knights.

The fighting style of the church knights was exactly the same as their armor style, which was all about power and force.

Unfortunately, Jiang Bing followed the same style, and went even further.

As for how far it is, it's about three or four flights of stairs.

As the two sides drew ever closer, [Power - Taotie] rapidly completed its armor.

Jiang Bing's running figure suddenly accelerated, transforming into a streak of light almost invisible to the naked eye, rushing towards the enemy.

The fastest church knight hadn't even had time to swing his heavy spear-hammer before he could raise his giant shield in advance to block Jiang Bing's charging kick.

In this world, similar high-speed rushing attacks are not non-existent; on the contrary, they are quite common. The church knights, with their rich combat experience, are very adept at dealing with these attacks.

Chapter 534 Misjudgment of Friend or Foe

The church knight lowered his stance and tilted his thick, wide shield at a slight angle, so that he could deflect the enemy's attack the moment the shield was struck, and take advantage of the opening to swing his hammer and spear in a counterattack.

This is the normal way to deal with such attacks by using a shield, and the church knight's approach was not wrong.

However, the mistake was that Jiang Bing's sprinting straight kick was not easy to block.

Duang!

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, everyone could see a shockwave mixed with sparks erupt from the point of contact between Jiang Bing's feet and the church's shield.

With a deafening roar, the church knight, weighing four or five hundred kilograms including his armor, accomplished the feat of accelerating 0.5 seconds over 100 meters, flying over his companions, past numerous priests and the enormous coffin, and covering a distance of thirty or forty meters before crashing down on two religious knights from another faction.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

This scene, occurring at the very start of the battle, left everyone somewhat taken aback, and an unavoidable question arose in their minds: 'Have we provoked something dangerous?'

The second shield-wielding church rider, wielding his spear and hammer, was caught halfway by the gauntlet of [Power - Taotie].

Jiang Bing yanked the spear-hammer out of the opponent's hand, pressed down on the enemy's shield with his other hand, and casually pushed to create space between them. Taking advantage of the moment when Jiang Bing spun around, the spear-hammer in his hand slammed directly into the church knight's bucket-shaped helmet with unparalleled force.

The solid metal spear, as thick as a normal person's arm, instantly bent into a jaw-jerk arc.

The clubs used to strike the ball were bent, so naturally the ball didn't fare well either.

The heavy helmet, which was at least two fingers thick, was instantly flattened into a pancake. The massive instantaneous acceleration tore apart the opponent's non-metallic neck, and his head was sent flying like a golf ball, leaving only a fleshy cavity that gushed blood. He then knelt on the ground in vain.

Now everyone knows that Jiang Bing is indeed not someone to be trifled with.

The Profound Saint, as if attempting a rescue, pulled the sticky, mud-like body back into the coffin, as if this would allow him to retract his statement on the spot.

But words spoken are like water spilled on the ground.

And the battle that has already begun will only become more intense.

Two church knights wielding two-handed greatswords charged toward Jiang Bing. Before they even arrived, their weapons were already raised high, ready to deliver a crushing blow to Jiang Bing in close combat.

All the clergy raised their arms, revealing gilded ceremonial candlesticks from their wide robes, and began to pray for miracles.

The silver-armored warriors who were originally at the front of the group also started to move, trying to use numbers to make up for the difference in combat strength.

It wasn't until Jiang Bing drew the [Negotiation] sword from the void and shouldered its heavy blade that they felt a little timid.

After all, that weapon, which was almost the size of the door panel of the small church where the castration was carried out, looked like something not to be trifled with.

This is true.

[Negotiation] Facing the two church knights' greatswords, he neither dodged nor evaded, but was instead met with a thunderous fan-shaped sweeping attack from Jiang Bing's hands.

The heavy two-handed greatsword was broken, and the thick armor was squeezed, deformed, and shattered, forcing the flesh inside to scatter behind it, forming two carpets of flesh and blood four or five meters wide.

Violence, violence taken to its extreme!

The clergy, clad in blue robes, finally finished their prayers, and dense fireballs emerged from the prayer candlesticks they held, shooting rapidly toward Jiang Bing.

However, they were weak; the power of these fireballs was far too weak.

[Negotiation] The wind pressure generated by the swinging weapon extinguished most of the fireballs. Before the clergy could react, Jiang Bing had already wielded his giant weapon, carving a path of death through the crowd.

With just a spin of [Negotiation], seven or eight clergy members within a three- or four-meter radius were all reduced to pieces.

A fat priest blocking the way had his upper body smashed into a bloody mist by Jiang Bing's elbow, while the sharp candlesticks stubbornly thrust out by the other priests were completely ignored by Jiang Bing. He pushed three corpses aside, broke the legs of a giant pulling a cart, and overturned a huge coffin weighing tens of tons with his shoulder.

A pure white light suddenly shone from the enemy camp, spreading across the entire area and adding a faint golden glow to all enemy personnel.

This is clearly some kind of reinforcement method used by the enemy.

With a single sword strike, Jiang Bing compressed a silver-armored warrior's diamond-shaped shield along with the body behind it into a single compressed file. He then casually unleashed a violent gust of air, scattering the chilling white mist summoned by the other warriors without a trace.

These silver-armored warriors are most likely Papal Knights from Irithyll of the Valley, as controlling the cold is their specialty.

However, mastering physics was also Jiang Bing's forte.

Jiang Bing swung his [Negotiation] skill, slamming a Pope Knight, who was crouching low and charging up, her scimitar radiating a chilling aura and swirling like a bright moon, into the ground along with her fierce combat attack. Dodge, defense, force deflection, and parrying were all out of Jiang Bing's consideration.

All he possesses and displays are ugly numbers.

Another papal knight's slash had already reached its target when Jiang Bing, who had arrived later, struck him in the chest with a kick, sending him flying backward for over ten meters. He crashed into a large group of enemies like a bowling ball, exposing the archbishop, who was hiding behind the crowd and holding a long and ornate scepter, to Jiang Bing.

He was the one who released that pure white light, the enemy's greatest healer.

In the next moment, he faced Jiang Bing's charging thrust.

As one of the three bishops of the Church of the Deep, MacDonald undoubtedly had a very keen sense of combat. Before Jiang Bing could even get close, he immediately pressed the 'Praise of the Deep' prayer he was about to activate and instead released the 'Force' prayer.

This is a basic prayer that almost every clergyman learns.

However, this does not mean it is impractical. On the contrary, it is one of the most effective prayers for every clergyman to protect themselves from danger.

The 'Force' can unleash a powerful shockwave centered on the praying person, radiating outwards in all directions. This shockwave can be used to push away enemies, deflect arrows and other projectile attacks, and protect spellcasters who are weak in close combat.

As the user's strength increases, the power of the shockwave will also become stronger. The Force shockwave released by Archbishop McDonald is powerful enough to knock away all enemies within four or five meters.

Of course, that includes our own people too.

However, with Jiang Bing's broadsword already at the opponent's neck, the opponent had no time to consider the situation of his allies.

A white shockwave erupted from the crowd of clergy, sending two blue-robed clergymen within its impact range flying. However, it did nothing to stop Jiang Bing's godlike charge and thrust, nor could it even slow his advance by the slightest.

Chapter 535 The Deposits of Human Hearts

Jiang, who could stand up to Nergigante against its dragon chariot, didn't believe in shockwaves at all. This level of repulsive force was no different from a gentle breeze in front of Jiang Bing.

[Negotiation] Smoothly piercing the opponent's chest, penetrating it completely.

Jiang Bingduan [negotiated], and took the opportunity to lift the still-breathing body of the archbishop in front of him, curiously examining this native mage (clergyman) of this world.

Aside from his fat, pig-like face, he was no different from a normal person.

Of course, this is on a practical level.

In a higher dimension, from the perspective of the 'craftsman', the other party's body was filled with a dark, abyss-like aura that constantly exuded negative emotions such as despair, darkness, and death, staining his soul with a dark color.

This made Jiang Bing very curious.

Of course, what surprised him even more was that the 'Ghost Train' had not reaped any death from the enemies he had just slaughtered. Instead, a few condensed, pale white mists seeped from the dead enemies, floating in the physical world.

It is a tangible embodiment of the soul, and also the currency of Lordland.

It has to be said that the fundamental rules of this world have collapsed beyond recognition. Without any active intervention or extraction, the deceased will release substantial soul power upon death.

"Are you a god? Did Gwyndolin send you?" the archbishop uttered weak, murmured words, but the content was completely nonsensical.

It must be that Jiang Bing's fighting performance and appearance just now caused the other party to misunderstand.

"But it doesn't matter. My lord will eventually devour gods and everything!" What flowed from the other's body was not blood, but a kind of viscous liquid as black as ink. This was the result of the other's continuous cannibalism in the footsteps of the man-eating 'Deep Saint' Eldridge.

The sediment of human hearts, imbued with the abyss and darkness, accumulates within the other person, turning them into a pile of human-shaped excrement, despised by both humans and dogs.

"Devouring gods, devouring everything." Jiang Bingping turned around, holding the [Negotiation] tool, and casually punched a religious knight wielding a scimitar who was dancing the 'Whirling Dance' towards him, sending him flying. He adjusted his position so that the archbishop could see the coffin that Jiang Bingping had kicked over earlier.

"Him? This lump of mud that can only frantically run away?"

The enormous coffin had overturned from the giant chariot pulled by the giant, and a large pool of black mud gushed out from inside the coffin, silently surging across the ground and fleeing toward the edge of the battlefield.

Without a doubt, the other party is preparing to make a quick getaway.

Jiang Bing casually sidestepped the sinful flames spewing from the ground, and casually shook the nearly dead archbishop off the sword. He then used his split-toe hoof-shaped boot armor to deliver two war stomp kicks to the archbishop, kicking the fat, pig-like cannibalistic archbishop like a flattened sandbag, forcing him to scramble out of the holes all over his body (four or five meters) before finally stopping.

The fire witch, wielding a 'rice' shaped staff, was about to awaken the sinful flames on the staff to attack again when she felt a gust of wind sweep past her. The religious knight who was guarding in front of her was sent flying, rolling and bouncing on the ground a dozen times before peacefully lying down in a back-hands throw.

Just as she was about to make a move, she felt a great force coming from the staff, and the next moment, her hands were empty, and the staff had been snatched by Jiang Bing.

Give me your JPG

After grabbing the items, Jiang Bing immediately kicked the tall, thin Flame Witch to the ground. Ignoring her sharp, feminine screams, he used [Negotiation] to flip her over, turning her into a 'V' shape, creating a human landscape.

Thanks to the high quality and sturdiness of the metal body armor worn by the opponent, the head and feet of the Flame Witch really did rise high from both ends in sync with the bending armor, and from a distance, it did look quite like a creative sculpture in the style of postmodernism.

Jiang Bing gently tamped it a few more times, pressing the human figure sculpture further into the ground to make sure it wouldn't collapse. Only then did he leisurely examine the staff in his left hand as he headed towards the 'Profound Saint' sculpture.

Smelly—that was the first impression Jiang Bing had of the other party.

Disgusting, that was my second impression.

Eldridge's massive body, resembling a pool of dark, rotten mud, had eroded the surrounding ground into a desolate wasteland. A kind of yellowish-brown viscous liquid, similar to the melting of flesh, soaked the soil, while the abyss emanating from his body was completely corroding the surrounding vegetation.

Jiang Bing wielded the [Negotiation] sword and struck the other party, but the broad blade slammed into the opponent's body as if attacking a puddle of mud, failing to inflict much damage. Instead, the opponent wriggled out a wave of flesh, attempting to swallow him whole.

Jiang Bing could only withdraw his sword and retreat, but the wounds on his opponent's body continued to emit black mist that materialized as the opponent writhed.

It's unknown how many undead this 'Profound Saint' has devoured; the accumulated darkness and human emotions within his body have become so abundant that they could easily overflow.

Knowing that it could not escape, the other party stirred its body and emitted a piercing, soul-piercing scream from the black mud (head) on top of a crown.

"Did Sullivan fail, or did he always want to steal my power to survive the Deep Sea Age?"

"You might not believe it, but I've only been here a short time and I'm not very familiar with the Pope of Irithyll."

Jiang Bing changed his position and tried to slash again, but this time the opponent met him head-on, directly releasing a skull made of black smoke from its body, which roared and flew towards Jiang Bing.

He had no choice but to retreat.

Although he hadn't experienced it firsthand, these profound mysteries felt like disgusting excrement on the level of the soul, and he didn't want to get involved with them at all.

Eldridge clearly noticed Jiang Bing's unusual behavior, so he rolled his body over, wringing out a large amount of black mud like he was wringing out a towel, and squeezed out a large amount of dark mist that surrounded his body.

As expected, Jiang Bing hesitated to launch an attack, fearing the consequences.

After all, nobody wants to venture into a wasteland where even the air is thick with shit to attack an enemy that's practically made up of shit.

This is disgusting.

This disgust is not only physical disgust, but also a kind of disgust from the living towards things that distort and desecrate life.

Seeing that his strategy was effective, Eldridge immediately surged toward Jiang Bing's location, continuously shooting out a large number of skulls composed of dark energy from his body, forming dark projectiles to attack.

Fortunately, although these projectiles have a tracking effect, they are extremely slow.

But Jiang Bing still hopped and skipped away, retreating a long distance.

After all, having someone throw feces at you is undoubtedly a terrifying thing.