The Creators: From Night City

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Do you really think these three witches are just sitting around doing nothing? It's true that they don't interfere in ordinary battles, but they certainly can't stand idly by when the enemy leader is in trouble.

As the progenitor of sorcery, Klara is a pure-blooded mage. Given enough space to cast spells, her area-of-effect destructive power is definitely more ferocious than Kashya's.

A burst of flame was savagely unleashed by Klara, annihilating each other with the ever-flowing whirlwind of magic.

The fireball landed and instantly exploded into a sea of ​​fire, causing the warlord to scream in agony.

Then came a barrage of floating fireballs, like automatic cruise missiles, bombarding and blasting the enemy. Interspersed with powerful arrows from Kasha, each one successfully interrupted the Demon Overlord's advance, causing the Demon Overlord to wade through hundreds of meters, bleeding profusely.

However, before it could get close to the two ranged archers, a fierce general suddenly appeared from the enemy camp and blocked its way.

The other woman was tall and well-proportioned, with an icy face and hair like burning flames. The burly warlord looked like a toad in front of her.

Having unleashed her original form, Kragg appeared incredibly dashing, the deformed longsword in her hand, which was intertwined with her soul, burning with an inextinguishable chaotic fire.

Of course, the flames now have a touch of gold.

Compared to her sister Klarna, Kragg's approach was much more explosive. As soon as she appeared, she cleaved a fast-moving Lucky Whiplash in two, then kicked another Whiplash to the ground with her knee-high boots, and stomped on the opponent's face with her foot, giving him an epic lung-burst reward.

The demon overseer wanted to protest loudly that this was unfair, but Clara, hidden behind the two witches, ignored everything and raised the white-haired amulet in her hand, unleashing a barrage of prayer buffs on her sister.

The warrior-mage-priest trio has now been augmented with a new archer, making it a pure boss-fighting team composition.

As for who the BOSS is, the Demon Overseer has something to say.

It said, "Listen to me, thank you for bringing warmth to all four seasons."

Chapter 710 The Great Battle Comes to an End

The demon overseer lived up to expectations; worthy of being a demon lieutenant who had fought against the High Heavens for tens of thousands of years and had been through countless battles, he did not give up the fight at all.

However, the material world is not subject to will, at least not to the will of its demon lieutenant.

When its chest was pierced through by Kragg's scorching, twisted blade, and its body crashed onto the blood-red wasteland like a mountain collapsing, the demon was completely wrecked.

The arrowheads burned off its body must have weighed over six pounds, and about 70% of the flesh on its front and back was cooked. Its body was sliced ​​up by Krags like a Peking duck rack. Even so, it was spirited and roared repeatedly before it died, without any fear, with its head held high and chest out, facing the monastery to die a heroic death.

The reason this great demon fought to the very end without a trace of fear or retreat was because after death, his soul could return to hell, waiting to be reborn as a demon.

You should know that its boss, Andariel, has been paying close attention to this battle. It doesn't matter if the war is lost or the project falls apart. As long as it establishes the image of working hard and giving its all, the boss will not only not make things difficult for it when it goes back, but will also reward it handsomely.

But to the Demon Overseer's surprise, it couldn't go back at all; its soul had already been targeted by Jiang Bing.

They offended Boss Jiang and still want to run away!

No way.

When the etheric fire from Jiang Bing clung to its soul, its terrified wails were so moving that they brought tears to one's eyes and filled one with sorrow.

But Andariel, who had remained silent all along, finally exerted his strength, grabbing the Overseer's soul on the other side of the passage and attempting to drag him back to hell.

A few lesser demons' souls were donated without hesitation, but the Demon Overlord was a rare 'technical' talent in Hell.

Talented people are valued everywhere they go.

Thus, the demon overseer, who was severely beaten in life, had his soul stolen after death.

The two high-ranking figures, one on this side and the other on the other, are playing a tug-of-war of souls.

The poor Demon Overseer suffered a soul-tearing pain no less than any extreme punishment in the world, and Jiang Bing not only engaged in tug-of-war, but also devoured and chewed the Etherfire, making the pain even worse.

In the end, this battle for souls ended with both sides suffering heavy losses.

Andariel only obtained a small fragment of the Demon Overseer's soul, a defeat indeed.

The Demon Overseer was completely devoured by the 'Etheric Fire' and turned into nourishment for the [Forger], marking his second defeat.

Andariel roared in fury, and his anger damaged his health. The demon overseer was effectively annihilated, and his limbs below the scalp were amputated. His injuries were naturally 'severe'.

This results in a lose-lose situation, which makes perfect sense.

With the Demon Overlord no longer in command on the battlefield, the remaining demons no longer posed any threat.

The demons, caught up in the frenzy, continued their mindless charge. Some quick-thinking individuals began to flee, but most remained in a daze, unsure whether to advance or retreat. In their confusion, they were ambushed and their boxes were opened by explosive bombs.

In any case, the battle of the demon siege was effectively over when the impenetrable defensive line formed by the 'Apostles' began to advance.

The post-war work was even more complicated.

When the moonlight shines on the earth, a corner of this cold land becomes unusually lively.

The open space in the center of the Rogue Encampment had been transformed into a small construction site. A large amount of combat equipment was being assembled on the spot, more anti-aircraft firepower was in place, and supply points were established. A steady stream of supplies was being transported out through the spatial rift, quickly piling up into a small mountain. These supplies were then sent by the auxiliary troops to the 'Black King Apostle' stronghold, which had already established a foothold outside the Rogue Encampment.

Rogue Encampment was ultimately too small. Fortunately, most of the camp's fences had been demolished during the daytime battle, and Anti-Entropy's 'engineers' were busily expanding outwards along the land conquered by the 'Apostles,' constructing various military buildings.

Airports, canteens, medical points, ammunition depots, supply warehouses, repair shops, barracks...

Although the 'Heiml' base provides logistical support, all necessary military facilities must be established and perfected in advance to avoid affecting the battle situation due to insufficient transport capacity when needed.

outside the camp

On the land still stained with blood, there lay a mountain of corpses, a mountain of corpses made up of the bodies of demons.

Not far away, dozens of corpses lay.

They are the 'Apostles' who sacrificed themselves in this battle. These are the victims whose bodies were found. There were also a few whose bodies were completely destroyed in the explosion of their fighter jets.

Despite having a superior firepower, 22 apostles were lost forever in this battle, and more than half of them were wounded, some seriously and some lightly.

In addition, the auxiliary troops responsible for transporting supplies also suffered many casualties. Even though they were fully armored and only transporting supplies at the rear of the battle line, dozens of them were unlucky enough to have their armor pierced by stray arrows. Even the Rogues who were not on the front lines suffered varying degrees of casualties. Many corrupted Rogues harbored endless hatred for these former sisters, and many of them used their weapons specifically to attack them. Furthermore, many exiles inside the Rogue camp were killed or wounded by the demons' catapult bombardment.

The significance of this war against demons is evident.

Flying Eagle, wearing his armor riddled with holes, was reporting the details of the casualties to Jiang Bing, while the 'Spellcaster Apostles' were acting as priests, tidying up the deceased and offering quiet prayers.

Jiang Bing, who was standing nearby, overheard all of these prayers.

The content wasn't anything new; it was mostly eulogies like "May your souls return to 'Heimul' and serve under the Black King" and "May your souls return to the throne," which made Jiang Bing grimace.

It wasn't that these prayers were particularly childish—after all, he was already used to them—the main reason he grinned was because their prayers were genuine.

The souls of those 22 'apostles' who died right under his nose were indeed in his hands.

After all, there's no reason why he could obtain the souls of demons but couldn't keep the souls of his own people, especially since these people's souls have a fundamental and close connection with Him.

These souls now rest peacefully in his 'furnace'.

Not only them, but aside from the souls of the native inhabitants of the Dark World that he didn't touch, he also had the souls of the dozen or so auxiliary soldiers who died in this battle, along with the souls of a calico Palico from a medical rescue team, all in his hands.

He had planned to use the 'Ether Furnace' to recast the bodies of these fallen warriors and allow them to be reborn as humans again once he had the time. However, after the battle, he was invited by Flying Eagle to the memorial site that had already been set up.

When he arrived at the scene, everything had been set up and everyone had gathered. As the 'Black King', he should, and naturally would, be the last person to arrive.

Sometimes, having overly capable subordinates can be a real headache!

Chapter 711 New Rogue Encampment

Sometimes, having overly capable subordinates can be a real headache!

The cold wind howled, and night fell. The blood-stained, tattered battle flag of [Anti-Entropy] still fluttered in the wind, and the torches burning in the hands of the Rogues crackled and popped from time to time, making the flames flicker.

Apart from the necessary guards, all the survivors of the Rogue Encampment gathered here.

Apart from the severely wounded Black King Apostle, all the participating 'Apostles', auxiliary troops, and Edos-like beings were gathered here.

Everyone looked somber, heads bowed, silently commemorating the victims in their own way.

All the 'Apostles' struck their breastplates together, sending off their comrades-in-arms with a rhythmic clang of metal.

Many people were filled with sorrow and secretly shed tears.

The atmosphere on the field was filled with a sorrowful and solemn remembrance, which even overshadowed the joy of surviving the great battle.

In such a solemn and ceremonial occasion, if you ask Jiang Bing to announce on the spot that these people are not dead and can still be saved, that would be terrible! How would that end?

He decided to get things done quietly the next day.

In the end, all the dead were consumed by golden flames, along with the mountain of demon corpses beside them, turning to ashes and returning to their master as ether.

The brief but solemn memorial service has now concluded.

The next phase involved busy post-war reconstruction work.

Dawn descends upon the earth once more.

…………

The end of a long-handled staff gently brushed against the remains on the ground. It was a completely shattered skeleton, the pale skull devoid of the burning soul fire in its eye sockets.

"Hmm~ the smell of necromancy."

The female mage said this.

“Isendra, it looks like there was a battle between the undead and demons here.” The burly barbarian accompanying her bent down and examined the corrupted Rogue’s corpse, which had been pierced through the chest by a bone scimitar, and tentatively drew an uncertain conclusion.

"It smells like rotting corpses," the barbarian snorted, adding to his conclusion.

More bones lay scattered across the earth, and piles of mangled flesh lay here and there, as if they had been summoned by magic and then returned to their original state after the magic was extinguished.

Further ahead lay the land of countless undead and demons, where numerous shattered skeletons perished alongside the demons, while walls of bones were riddled with arrows and spears, and countless bone spikes were embedded in the demons' corpses.

As the two continued forward, they would occasionally see large amounts of bone fragments and flesh exploding in circular patterns, interspersed with the ravaged corpses of demons, their bodies splattered with broken bones and blood.

“It’s Corpse Explosion,” Isendra was quite certain that this scene was the work of a necromancer.

"By Bul-Kathos!" Faced with these blasphemous scenes, the battle-hardened barbarian frowned repeatedly.

Further ahead, the number of demon corpses increased. Judging from the direction in which they fell, these demons had frantically charged at the defensive line in front of them, but were all blocked here and could not get any closer.

"Huh~" The barbarian skillfully turned over the corpse on the ground, his expression one of surprise and uncertainty.

This was a female demon, but her once full body was now as withered as dried-out cured meat, and her once full breasts had become two deflated hot water bottles, without any elasticity.

"Stop looking. The necromancer drained the blood and life force from these corpses." Isendra said, unsurprised.

The reason why necromancers have a bad image in the public eye is because their methods are often more blasphemous than those of demons.

“He’s right ahead, I can feel him.” The mage’s words made the barbarian tense up, his massive muscles as hard and rough as the boulders on the summit of Mount Arreat.

He took a massive metal axe, so heavy that it would be difficult for an ordinary person to lift, from behind his back and held it in his broad, calloused hands.

"Then let's go see him."

They soon discovered the mastermind behind it all.

Two skeleton warriors spotted them from a great distance, but instead of attacking, they stood guard with their shields, as did the dozens of skeleton mages and archers behind them.

Zul is casting a spell.

In this battle, he almost exhausted all his magic power, awakening all the corpses in the Burial Grounds, and fought a long and hard battle with the support team sent by Andariel in the Stone Wilderness.

A pool of scarlet, pure blood surged before him; it was the essence of blood he had extracted from the corpses of demons, the means he used to heal his wounds.

As a master of manipulating flesh, bones, and curses, Zul'jiiva's healing methods appear so sinister and terrifying.

Under his control, the essence of blood eventually dissipated into a cloud of mist, merging into his body, finally making his pale, skeletal face less unsightly.

"A barbarian and a mage, have you come in search of the Dark Wanderer?" Zul waved his hand, clearing away the skeletons blocking his way, and faced the duo directly.

“Indeed, homage to you, priest of Rasmar. That was truly a standard artistic application of necromancy. One can only imagine how difficult it must have been for the demons who participated in the battle,” Isendra praised.

"A beautiful play, a glorious victory." The barbarian's praise sounded somewhat stiff.

Neither of them intended to discriminate. As a mage, Isendra naturally wouldn't be prejudiced against necromancers, while the barbarian was always a pragmatic person. To him, as long as demons were killed, no matter how violent the methods, they were acceptable.

Furthermore, some of the totem cultures of barbarians are not much better.

"It's still far from enough; all of this is thanks to the great help of the deceased."

Zul put his ceremonial sword into his personal spatial storage and asked, "Since you've all come here to fight the demons, I'll take you to the Rogue Encampment. Andariel has occupied the East Gate Fortress. If you want to go east, you'll need to gather everyone's strength and plan carefully."

The Rogue Encampment has changed dramatically.

When Zul and his companions returned to the cold wasteland, they discovered that the Rogue Encampment could no longer be called the Rogue Encampment; renaming it Rogue Town would be quite appropriate.

Countless reconnaissance drones hovered over the camp, monitoring the surrounding area to prevent possible attacks by the demons, while the solid protective walls that rose from the ground were many times thicker than the original fence of the camp.

"Could a powerful Evocation Mage have arrived at the camp?" Zul wondered to himself.

After all, he couldn't comprehend how terrifyingly efficient modular construction technology could be when building simple structures like protective walls.

On the day Zul left, the engineers of Anti-Entropy managed to build a protective wall that was four meters high and stretched for nearly a thousand meters.

With sufficient logistical support, technology can also achieve magical effects that are often only possible with magic.