The Creators: From Night City

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Under the barbarian's eager gaze, Jiang Bing stretched out his arms, shook himself, and hurled the giant javelin back.

Unfortunately, the meteor-like attack was blocked by an invisible barrier. Ripples of dark magic easily blocked the attack.

“A magic shield, a very common tactic,” Isendra, the magic advisor, shrugged as she faced the gazes of the crowd.

“I believe Andariel must have performed some kind of evil sacrificial ritual inside the monastery to create at least one source of magic to support this giant magical shield.” To prove his point, the mage raised his wand with his left hand and pulled a ball of pure fire energy from the gem at the top of the wand with his right hand, which he then manipulated.

As the most outstanding mage of the Vizjere tribe, she is proficient in the tribe's signature ice, fire, and lightning magic. Although she has shortcomings in illusion, arcane, time, and space techniques, the destructive power of her spells is definitely among the best in the mage community.

Especially when the target is a city that is large enough and will not move.

The scorching energy ball was lifted above the female mage's head. After a complex transformation, this magic instantly condensed into a meteorite taller than a person. It took shape instantly from the sky, carrying abundant kinetic energy, and crashed into the monastery's protective shield, shattering into countless sparks.

The magic shield remained intact.

"What a sturdy tortoise shell!" the mage said, clapping his hands to disperse the fire element in his palms.

Before anyone could reply, a thick, dark cloud suddenly rose from the city wall and descended upon them.

It was a long-range counterattack organized by the demons.

Hundreds of javelins formed a dense attack formation, forcing the group to display their unique skills and defend themselves.

The necromancer summoned a bone shield in front of him, while the sorceress raised her hand and conjured an ice wall. The paladin held his shield in front of him, and the barbarian sighed and silently hid behind the sorceress.

There's no way around it. Heaven goes left, warriors go right, and the purer the warrior, the more they go to the right. He can't just tough it out in this situation.

After a series of crackling sounds, the javelins were densely packed on the ground where the group stood, resembling a forest of spears, silently demonstrating the enemy's abundant firepower.

Immediately following behind was a huge iron ball burning with molten heat, which was launched by the calibrated catapult and crashed down on the location of the group.

They couldn't take it head-on anymore, so they all used their movement abilities to dodge. Only Jiang Bing, who was holding a few javelins, frowned slightly and didn't move, letting the molten iron ball fly past his head and cause a violent lava explosion behind him.

The iron ball was clearly hollow, filled with endless lava from hell.

The enemy is not only a turtle shell, but also covered with spikes that can be launched.

A burst of golden flames erupted instantly, sweeping across the surrounding land within a radius of a hundred meters, melting all the javelins into a giant javelin that was over ten meters long.

Under the varied gazes of the others, the ethereal flames coiled around it, turning the javelin golden. With Jiang Bing's full force, the javelin flew like a speeding Tomahawk missile, streaking across the sky and crashing heavily into the seemingly thin magical shield.

The moment the two collided, a visible white light shone at the point of impact on the shield, and a visible ripple spread from the point of contact to the surroundings. The metal javelin was instantly melted by the high temperature generated by the impact, turning into molten iron that clung to the shield, but it still failed to break through the defense.

Demonic technology, truly awe-inspiring.

You can say demons are evil, but you can never say they're weak.

Andariel, who was inside the monastery, had clearly received the news. He walked from inside the building to the city wall and faced Jiang Bing.

Demon kings have no fixed form; their appearance changes depending on the appearance of the person they possess.

Andariel's current form is that of a giant female human, except that her face is more like a snarling rabbit. Her scarlet hair floats against gravity toward the sky, and the amount of hair is enough to make the balding Deckard Kane green with envy. Her two hooves appear thin and long, and four spider-like segmented legs extend from her back to her front, constantly dancing.

She was not wearing any clothes, only an iron chain piercing her breasts, exposing her snow-white skin to the air; the demon was practically naked.

"We've finally met, you despicable thief who stole someone's most important thing."

Upon meeting, the Demon King of Pain chuckled at Jiang Bing.

Chapter 722 'Stepping Stone'

When it comes to being flirtatious, Andariel is truly flirtatious. As expected of a demon god skilled in using mental corruption, he teased everyone's hearts with just a few words.

Of course, except for Jiang Bing.

Aside from the role played by his position, it was also because he was a person who was quite self-disciplined.

"You and your men will pay the price for the atrocities you have committed, Andariel." Jiang Bing appeared even more righteous and noble than a paladin at this moment.

"What price? What price do you want me to pay?" Andariel continued to tease him, fiddling with the chains on his chest and moaning softly.

Physical pain brings spiritual pleasure, and sticky words are laced with the poison of thought.

None of the demons are weaklings; even the words of this woman of pain seem to possess the power to corrupt people's hearts.

Fortunately, the heroes remained steadfast, especially the paladin Dolorin, whose mind was as stubborn as a rock.

For Andariel, the stone had to be located in a latrine, smelly and hard.

The paladin drew his longsword from his waist, pointing it diagonally to the sky. A dazzling aura emanated from him, enveloping everyone within it.

The power of holy light purified the filth in the demon god's words and cleansed the distracting thoughts in everyone's hearts.

"Demon, stop your wicked words and go back to your damned hell." The paladin spoke with a strong translated accent.

"Puppet of the Holy Light, puppet of the angels, pathetic wretch without any sense of reason, you have no right to speak here."

Andariel took two steps around the city wall. Her enormous weight caused her chest to tremble as she moved, which disturbed those with impure thoughts. Her mere gaze made everyone feel an invisible pressure in the air.

"You and I both know that talking is pointless." Jiang Bing's words were like an invisible hammer, effortlessly shattering the almost solidified atmosphere.

"Whether it's a demon or a god, we'll all have to fight it out eventually." A faint golden flame had been ignited in the 'craftsman's' eyes at some point. When he looked towards the monastery, the oppressive demons began to stir.

“I’ll be waiting for you right here,” Andariel patted the city wall in front of him, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Hurry up and come. I can’t wait to taste new pain. To be honest, I’m already tired of those Rogues and nuns, and I’m tired of their wails. I’m just waiting for you to bring me new pain.”

The seven demon gods of hell and the archangels of heaven each have their own authority, which can be gleaned from their titles. They are essentially very similar to Jiang Bing, and their corresponding emotions and behaviors can amplify their power.

Andariel, the Lord of Pain, can draw nourishment from the suffering (especially mental suffering) of all living beings around him, thus becoming even stronger.

Jiang Bing didn't utter a single harsh word. He merely glanced at Andariel, who seemed arrogant but was firmly guarding the fortress and never leaving its side, and then at the magnificent monastery that resembled a medium-sized city. He turned and left expressionlessly.

The first city-level all-out war of [Anti-Entropy] officially began at this moment.

Akara, dressed in her nun's habit, attends a pre-war meeting with Kasha, representing the Sisters of the Blind.

“Why are the Blind Sisters so determined to reclaim the monastery, Akara? I want you to give me the real reason.”

Jiang Bing gently pointed to the rough 3D model projection of the monastery in front of him and asked.

"To save the sisters who are trapped in it, and to free them from the control of the demons."

"So, the existence of the monastery itself is not necessary, right?"

Kasha sensed a possible clue in Jiang Bing's words.

Before Akara could answer, she made the decision for him: "That's right, Lord Sabur. A monastery can be rebuilt even if it is destroyed. The books and supplies inside are nothing."

"I understand." Jiang Bing moved his fingers, and the technical engineers next door, led by Baihe, received the instruction and quickly got to work.

“Akara, although it may sound heartless to say this, please give up your unrealistic expectations. Those trapped in the monastery are beyond saving,” Jiang Bing said firmly, looking at Akara who appeared somewhat weak at the moment.

“I have seen souls corrupted by demons; they have been utterly twisted, and death may be a better end for them.”

Akara clearly understood this, but she still clung to a sliver of unrealistic hope.

Faced with Jiang Bing's forceful words, she could only lower her head and pray silently.

"How should we attack? Should we deploy engineering equipment first, or concentrate our elite forces and find a way to breach the city gates, Your Excellency Sabur?"

Paladin Dolorin looked as if he was about to fight the demons to the death.

Jiang Bing's answer, "We will not attack," surprised everyone in the room.

"We only destroy."

Humans seem to have an exceptional talent for destruction.

Nuclear fission and nuclear fusion reactions can release incredibly powerful energy, which is almost inexhaustible, like a gift from the Creator.

However, this gift was not used by mankind for energy purposes, but rather for the manufacture of atomic bombs.

Used for destruction.

But destruction is sometimes necessary.

The original site of the Rogue Encampment has been cleared out, and within 8 hours, the place has undergone a complete transformation. The extensive application of nanotechnology has transformed it into a qualified launch site in a very short time.

The launch pad is black and about the size of a football field.

The platform surface is not smooth, but covered with dynamic nanotiles, each about 1 square meter in size, with tiny gaps at the edges. When necessary, it can transform into a liquid, flow rapidly, and recombine into various devices.

A massive, towering heavy missile rests silently on a semi-enclosed launch pad, already refueled.

Its existence is truly a wonder of the world, after all, an ordinary person may never have the chance to see a giant metal rod that is over a hundred meters tall in their entire life.

However, it is not the main focus today. The nuclear warhead "Fenji" placed on the altar, receiving the whispered prayers of the "Curse Apostles" of the Curse Legion, is the most important thing.

Of course, 'Fenji' is just its standard model; its code name is unique.

The codename for this nuclear warhead is quite meaningful: "Knock on the Door." Just by looking at the name, you can tell whose naming style it is.

The "door opener" is not large in size. It is similar to a huge, streamlined metal egg, about 8-9 meters long and about 2.5 meters in diameter.

However, this size is already considered 'overweight' compared to a normal nuclear fusion warhead.

Its equivalent weight is also terrifying compared to its size.

With a yield of 2500 megatons of TNT, it is comparable to the second largest nuclear bomb ever detonated in human history.

However, for a craftsman, if the material is not piled up to the extreme, it is as if no material has been piled up at all.

In order to gain entry to the monastery, we need to add a little more substance.

Chapter 723 Burning Trees

In theory, its power is enough to vaporize everything within a radius of four or five kilometers, but this is a world full of magic, and the demons are real beings. Whether a power of 2500 million units can penetrate the monastery's magical barrier is unknown to everyone.

Therefore, just to be on the safe side, Jiang Bing decided to add some magical effects to it.

A kind of incense with calming properties was ignited by a spellfire. As the smoke billowed, dozens of apostles surrounded the 'Egg of Destruction' and, led by three witches, prayed in hushed tones.

They are 'consecrating' the nuclear bomb.

In simpler terms, it's about applying a short-duration fire damage enchantment to it.

The eternal flames rose once more, the flames originating from the sorcerers and witches gradually disappearing into the nuclear warhead, transforming into ever-flowing golden flame patterns.

Finally, this key to unlocking the door is sent to a nano-encapsulation machine, where a high-tech nano-printer encapsulates a thick layer of magic-resistant gold onto the surface of the projectile.

This metal, originating from the wizarding world, possesses a certain ability to counter magic, effectively enhancing the defense of the core projectile against magic.

As for hardness, no additional reinforcement is needed. A nuclear bomb of this yield does not need to be detonated close to the target's face. It only needs to be detonated in the air at a designated location. The terrifying light, heat and shock wave can sweep away everything within range.

Under the watchful eyes of Isendra and Zul, and all the neatly lined-up 'Black King Apostles', the nuclear warhead completed all the pre-launch preparations and was transported by a special transport vehicle to the fairing of the heavy rocket.

“I have never seen a magical ritual of such scale before.” Zul, dressed in full armor, exclaimed to the crowd as he gazed at the novel scene before him.

The necromancer in this world is not some weak magic turret; he is a fierce man who can fight demons in close combat, as can be seen from the funeral scythe he carries.

"Although these artifacts look very exquisite, I still doubt whether they can break through the magical barrier that the demons have carefully constructed."

The barbarian held a whetstone in his hand, constantly sharpening the blade of his axe, showing no sign of the tension before the impending battle.

"Trust your comrades, crush your enemies," the northern barbarian murmured a savage proverb, answering the necromancer's question.

“This contains astonishing wisdom, Zul,” the female mage opened her eyes, lowered her dangling legs, and emerged from her meditative state.

"Judging from the exquisite artifacts in the camp, that egg-shaped object is probably the core of some extremely powerful alchemical weapon."

“But I didn’t sense any magical elements from it,” Zul retorted.

"I don't have it either, but that doesn't stop us from having expectations for it."

Ice, fire, and electricity surged around her; the female mage had completed her preparations for a deep connection with the elements, and was just waiting for the battle to begin so she could unleash devastating power on the demon fortress from afar.

"What are we waiting for, Sister Akara?" Paladin Dolorin had already put on his helmet and finished his pre-battle prayer.

"Wait for the flames to ignite; that's the signal to attack," the nun prayed softly, her hands tightly clutching the green gem on her chest, as if she could see glimpses of the future through it.

"Flames are breaking out?" the paladin asked, puzzled.

"Is it some kind of beacon signal?"

The Dark Forest.

The Tree of Enifus had completely dried up and become a rotten tree corpse.

Without its magical sustaining power, the Dark Forest was corrupted by demons at a much faster pace, and its magical domain, spanning hundreds of meters in radius, had long since vanished.

No more crows gathered here, and no more fierce, living vines guarded the nearby land. Only a few strong, huge beasts occupied this place, using the trunk of the Enifus Tree, which still contained a small amount of magic, as their nests, before Jiang Bing casually killed them here.

As the wind whistles through the forest, brushing against the dry branches, it involuntarily carries a chilling, dark magic, emitting a shrill whistle like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

This forest is dying inevitably.