The Creators: From Night City

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The Fallen Ones roamed the town like wild boars, while the Skeleton Warriors, Mages, and Archers were scattered in groups here and there, lacking much intelligence and simply gathering instinctively at nodes rich in dark energy.

"My God, this place is like hell on earth," Ellie exclaimed as Jiang Bing carried her all the way.

"Could Deckard Kane still survive in this environment?" Litham asked a more practical question.

"Alive, and living quite energetically!"

Jiang Bing answered her question and gestured for her to look at the town square.

A beam of holy light mingled with the mottled darkness, dazzling to everyone's perception.

The once empty square is now filled with bones and flesh.

Bones littered the ground, blood pooled in pools, corpses piled high, and tormented souls continuously produced this pitch-black dark magic.

The demons used these 'materials' to create a blasphemous magic circle, continuously corrupting the entire town, as well as a holy light shield in a square.

Deckard Kane, through some unknown means, was enveloped in a holy light. The old man had white hair and beard and looked quite old, but he was in excellent spirits.

“Damn demons, you deserve to be tortured in hell forever. You despicable, evil, insidious, and vile beasts should be stuffed into the ass of a ‘carrion monster’ (an extremely disgusting carrion-eating demon) and reincarnated.”

"You only deserve to eat sewage garbage and drink stinky water from cesspools. Death is just a reward for you, but don't expect to die comfortably in this life."

The person being insulted by the old scholar lowered his head and silently struck the anvil in front of him with the hammer in his hand, making sparks fly as he hit the rough, blood-red stick.

"Grace Wald, you damned bastard, don't you have any respect for the elderly and children? Your skills weren't great when you were alive, but now that you're dead, you're busy fiddling with your old furnace."

"Deka Kane, shut your useless mouth. The power of the High Heavens won't protect you for long." The blacksmith, known as Grace Wald, was extremely burly, his muscles bulging beyond recognition.

He was already dead; this body was merely a puppet resurrected by the Queen of Pain, Andariel, using hellish magic.

His soul, too, has been twisted and has now fallen into the form of a loyal servant of hell.

After the iron rod was cast, it was thrown back into the furnace and heated until it was red-hot before being quenched in a large barrel next to him.

The bucket was filled with the blood of innocent people, which contained a large amount of fragmented flesh and hair, mixed with overflowing pain and resentment of death.

Weapons forged from these vile and filthy things possess the power to erode holy light.

The corrupted Grace Wald satisfiedly pulled the stick from the blood bucket, letting its blood meander down the rough grooves, leaving a new bloodstain on the already crimson square.

Grace Wald's muscular physique was not just for show; his full-force strikes with his club were enough to smash down a wall, but they couldn't budge that thin barrier of holy light.

This is, after all, a world full of magic, and the protection of the archangels from the higher heavens is indeed not something that a hellish puppet can easily shake.

The filthy iron rod was instantly scorched red-hot by the holy light, and a large amount of dark magic was annihilated by the holy light, rendering this blasphemous weapon unusable.

However, the Holy Light Barrier is ultimately a rootless plant, and its power is weakened and eliminated in the confrontation.

“Grace Wald, you weren’t very bright when you were alive, but you’ve become even more dull after you’re dead. Don’t you think it’s stupid to keep repeating futile actions?”

"Your turtle shell will eventually be broken, Deckard Kane."

The blacksmith walked back to his furnace and put the iron bar, which had been mostly melted by the high temperature, back into the furnace.

But before he could raise his hammer again, a fallen sorcerer, as if struck by luck, took flight from the opposite side of a house a hundred meters away and crashed precisely at the blacksmith's feet, splattering blood everywhere.

"Philios above, what a blasphemy!" The two Rogues had just turned around the barrier when they were shocked by the bloody square.

Chapter 695 Andariel Appears

Their response was the sound of Jiang Bing opening and closing the magazine of the "Treaty".

This heavy weapon, positioned as a 'minion dematerializer,' has just the right amount of firepower to deal with Fallen Ones and hordes of skeletons. The tough bodies of these monsters, compared to ordinary people, are also within the range of this gun's damage value.

For higher-level demons, such as the Moon Clan, the damage from ordinary heavy explosive bombs is somewhat insufficient.

Fortunately, Jiang Bing can enchant on the spot.

"A few more lambs to the slaughter," the blacksmith's deep voice rang out.

His response was the roar of the treaty.

"boom!"

The high-explosive bomb's power and range were so immense that the flesh and blood on the square were blown into a light mist of blood, and visibility suddenly dropped by more than half.

The two Rogues drew their bows and waited intently, but after a while, the demon blacksmith who had uttered those threats did not emerge from the blood mist.

"He's dead?" Ellie couldn't help but ask.

But in the instant she relaxed her guard, a dark light suddenly burst forth from the blood mist and wrapped around the three of them.

This pitch-black light was clearly not a good thing. As soon as it touched her, Ellie felt weak all over, and her strength was reduced by several tenths.

She could only use her magic to resist.

Deckard Kane, true to his reputation as a renowned scholar, exclaimed in alarm upon seeing the dark light, even within the protective shield of holy light: "It's a curse! Get away from here immediately!"

But as the blood mist surged, a fierce general suddenly appeared from the side.

The corrupted Grace Wald was originally a paladin of the Church of Zakarum. Although his retirement made him increasingly obese, he did not lose the combat experience he had accumulated in the first half of his life. After being corrupted by Hell, he retained it all.

He first adapted to the situation, using the blood mist from the exploding bomb to conceal his figure, and then deliberately waited in the mist, all to catch the approaching party when they relaxed their guard after a long period of vigilance.

It must be said that its strategy was extremely successful.

The mist dissipated, and he was not attacked much. He successfully approached Jiang Bing, who seemed stunned as he held the Treaty. He held a hammer in one hand and a stick in the other, and swung his hand to strike Jiang Bing's head.

Former paladin Grace Wald knew all too well what would happen to a ranged archer if he were caught in close combat by a berserker. In battle, distance is life, a truth that applies to archers, warriors, and even mages.

So this demon, over two meters tall, stubbornly withstood the impact arrows from Li Tan's rescue, refusing to retreat an inch, determined to take down Jiang Bing in one fell swoop.

"Get out of the way!!" Deckard Kane had never shouted that loud in his life.

No sooner said than done, there was no time to spare.

But things never go as planned.

Some people can't escape when someone gets close, while others don't even try to escape.

Before the whistling club could strike, the dark curse chains wrapped around Jiang Bing's body were snapped by the burst of golden flames, and the even more ferocious straight kick struck first, directly imprinting itself on the demon blacksmith's chest.

Qiqihar's top-leg pedal is back in action!

The next second, the crimson mist was swept away by the violent airflow, and the flying demon crashed directly into the heavy furnace.

With a deafening roar, the massive furnace shattered instantly, spewing embers and molten iron everywhere, scorching the blacksmith embedded in the furnace ruins as he roared in fury.

Ellie almost let the bowstring snap into her hand.

The two women knew that Jiang Bing was skilled in martial arts, but they didn't expect him to be this good. The scene was so visually striking that they could hardly believe it.

It's important to understand that Rakanishu and the Demon Blacksmith are completely different in terms of weight and strength, but in Jiang Bing's hands, they seem to be the same, just like little chicks, being kicked around and kneaded.

Cairne, enveloped in the Holy Light shield, rubbed his aging eyes in disbelief: "By the Horadrim, is this the manifestation of the Immortal King Bul-Kathos?! (The ancestor of the Barbarians)?"

“I hate you, just as I hate those cold-blooded people. You are like flies drawn to filth and maggots feeding on carrion. The meaning of your existence in this world is to kill, destroy, and spread chaos. Your existence will only accelerate the increase of entropy.”

The 'craftsmen' who create all things instinctively resent these executioners who turn order into chaos; they are only interested in destruction and have no interest in construction.

The demon blacksmith struggled to raise his upper body, molten iron flowing down the wound inflicted by the [Treaty] heavy bomb, seeping into his flesh and sizzling as it burned his hardened, blackened muscles.

"who are you?"

A mixed male and female voice echoed and spread from his body. The voice seemed to have magic, making the two Rogues feel uneasy. It was as if there were feather brushes stirring in their hearts, and they couldn't help but grimace.

"What? I just hit the dog twice and the owner came."

Jiang Bing casually sent the [Treaty] into the spatial rift and approached his opponent with his bare hands.

“You are not one of those brutes and simple-minded barbarians from Arreat. I have never seen anyone like you, nor have I ever seen such flames,” said Grace Wald, or rather, Andariel, the Lord of Pain who resurrected him.

A faint black mist rose from the stakes around the plaza, as the demon king mobilized a large amount of dark magic, attempting to gather it into the puppet's body.

But the next second, Jiang Bing's body disappeared like a bubble, and when he reappeared, his hand was already gripping the other person's neck.

Golden, illusory flames ignited from Jiang Bing's palm, repeatedly coiling around the other's neck.

Take this Force choke!

Amid Grace Wald's wails, Andariel's magic infusion ritual was forcibly interrupted and blocked by Jiang Bing.

Arms thicker than Chaxi's thighs pounded futilely on Jiang Bing's body, failing to budge him in the slightest.

So the opponent, having inherited the paladin's combat experience, put it to use again. Grace Wald, adapting to the situation, scooped up a handful of scorching hot molten iron from beneath him and splashed it on Jiang Bing's face, attempting to force the enemy back.

The molten iron, at nearly 1500 degrees Celsius, cooled rapidly upon contact with Jiang Bing's skin, hissing as he stared coldly into the blacksmith's eyes, as if trying to see the demon of suffering behind them.

The molten iron had no effect whatsoever; it could only drip down his chin, scorching the demon blacksmith with wisps of smoke.

This scene made Deeka Kane, who was nearby, swallow hard.

"What are you!?"

The will belonging to the corrupted Grace Wald screamed wildly.

He was met with Jiang Bing's merciless iron fist.

The first punch caused the opponent's nose to collapse, blood to flow all over his face, and his face looked like it had been scalded with soy sauce.

The second punch shattered his brow bone, causing his eyeball to pop out a long distance and bounce several times on the ground.

The third punch struck his temple, causing the demon blacksmith to bleed from all seven orifices and his brains to splatter.

At this point, his predecessor, Zhen Guanxi, would have been killed on the spot. However, the demon's vitality was truly strong, and the mere fatal wound did not prevent the mastermind behind the scenes from continuing to speak through this body.

"Well played, it pleased me greatly," praised Andariel, the Queen of Pain.

Chapter 696 Holy Oak Tea

“If it weren’t for the fact that you don’t have the scent of the High Heaven, I would have thought that some old rival had sneaked in as well.”

Andariel's voice, unaffected by his injuries, continued to echo across the square.

“I am a human being,” Jiang Bing emphasized, “not one of those birdmen who call themselves gods, as you describe me.”

"Ha, your arrogance rivals that of Belial (the Demon of Lies). So, who exactly are you?"

"The one who will kill you."

Jiang Bing raised his leg and stepped on the other man's body, then used his hands to forcefully tear the blacksmith's mangled head off his body.

He carried the blacksmith's head like a lantern, his mangled and disfigured face facing his own, speechless.

Watching this scene, the Roger sisters found it difficult to discern which side was more brutal.

Silent murmurs, the sparse darkness like an undercurrent, surged through the other's eye sockets toward Jiang Bing's eye sockets. Andariel finally couldn't resist the temptation and tried to remotely corrupt Jiang Bing's seemingly delicious soul through this 'human pager'.

However, her move can be seen as Musk running into Trump – young people don't know what it means to be arrogant and ignorant.

Golden flames ignited from the dimension of the soul, setting Jiang Bing's eyes ablaze.

The next moment, raging flames burst forth from Jiang Bing's eye sockets, directly crashing into the demon blacksmith's shattered eye sockets, and sweeping towards Andariel along the magical channels in the other's soul.

At this moment, the Demon King of Pain truly understood what it meant to have 'piercing eyes'.

The blazing ethereal flames ignited the unsuspecting demon lord's soul, instantly setting it ablaze.

The next moment, after consuming a large amount of ether, the 'Ether Furnace' suddenly gained an even larger amount of ether.

The price was a heart-wrenching scream echoing through the blind monastery.

The piercing howl swept across the Tamor Highlands, the Frozen Plains, the Stony Wilderness, and the Black Wasteland in an instant. Even Akara and Kasha, who had relatively keen soul perception within the Rogue Encampment, heard this agonizing wail from the Lord of Pain.

Even the Pain Queen, a master of SM and a seasoned masochist, could not withstand the soul-scorching pain. Although she immediately severed the magical link with the puppet Grace Wald and used a large amount of dark magic to extinguish the golden flames burning in her soul, she was still severely injured in that short time.

The damage was truly unprecedented, a devastating blow that struck at the very core; a portion of her soul was permanently annihilated by the golden flames.

"You have successfully enraged me. I will find you and make you taste what pain is! I will make you understand what it means to be unable to live or die!" Andariel's projected power gradually faded away with the puppet's death, and her 'last words' also gradually disappeared.

Jiang Bing didn't take this threat to heart at all. A truly ruthless person would never use weak words to intimidate the enemy. That would only arouse the enemy's vigilance. The right thing to do is to come to their door and kill them with one blow.

Mr. Jiang deeply agrees with this point and has practiced it diligently for many years.

Golden flames erupted, burning the blacksmith's body to ashes, while his head was sealed with strands of 'golden thread' to conceal his features, and was preserved by Jiang Bing.

As a puppet corrupted and controlled by Andariel, Grace Wald's soul had other uses besides becoming fuel for the 'Ether Furnace'.

For example, as a guidance system, it can accurately locate a naked female demon lord in a monastery.

The moment the demon blacksmith Grace Wald died, the entire demonic ritual of Tristram lost its anchor and instantly began to disintegrate and collapse.

The reality is that those seemingly inextinguishable flames have gradually begun to weaken.