The Creators: From Night City

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Jiang Bing, however, is not from this world.

This resulted in the complete annihilation of the dark power of the seven-headed dragon Tasamat for the first time. Although it was only a tiny fraction of the power, it undoubtedly broke the unchanging rules of the world and naturally caused a tremor throughout Hell.

Fortunately, Heimul was still powerful. Its ancient-looking roots violently pierced the barrier of the world from the void, dragging the exhausted Jiang Bing into Heimul.

The system, which had been relatively quiet for a long time, suddenly popped up.

System notification: You have obtained a Genesis Blueprint - 'Pain' (Version ID: AEDN9816), owner: Anu, which has been automatically archived by the system.

Displaying your personal attributes panel.

Name: Jiang Bing

Position: [Founder]

Job Level: 12 (1%)

Registered Residence: Planet Origin of Plane B33 (Earth)

Location: Plane numbered HXXD—AN00014

Existence strength: 81.2

Compositional strength: 83.7

Creator's Database Access Level: 2 (5%)

Number of Craftsman Badges: 26231 (100% from Crystal Barrier Host rewards, 0% from exchange)

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High Heaven

The Archangel of Courage, the leader of Heaven, entered the Library of Destiny with a dark expression, his golden armor gleaming under the crystal light.

Behind him followed the Archangel of Hope, Oriel.

“Iserael, stop looking at those complicated records. The Council of Angris needs your advice.” The Archangel of Courage spoke with an undeniable urgency.

"News has come from the Demon Fortress that the army of Hell has suddenly gathered and is poised to strike. You have been observing fate all day long; do you have any warnings to offer?"

"I have no result of the eternal war here, Imperius, nor have I glimpsed any sign of the war's arrival."

"But the demons in hell are restless." The Archangel's voice was gentle and cheerful, and one could tell from the voice that the person must be very elegant.

Unfortunately, angels, both male and female, have no faces.

In reality, they are energy beings composed of pure light, and the armor they wear is merely for shaping purposes.

"The cause is not in hell, but the river of fate has taken a new turn, and a new change has occurred in the sanctuary." Ysera gently ran her fingers over the words on the scroll, and sparks of flame burst forth from between the lines.

"Those mixed-race kids, do they want to repeat the same mistakes again?!"

Imperius's attitude was very tough; in today's terms, he would definitely be considered a proponent of war.

"Tyrael cares about them so much that the vital Worldstone has been placed right under their noses."

"The sanctuary is far from heaven and hell, a place acceptable to both us and the demons, Imperius," Oriel silently defended humanity.

"We cannot take chances. The Worldstone is only truly safe under the watchful eyes of the higher heavens."

“We have a pact, Imperius. You can no longer initiate a war with Hell and shatter the peace we have worked so hard to achieve.”

"Tyrael's sudden descent to the mortal realm might be inextricably linked to this incident. I believe it is necessary to hold a meeting now and recall that irresponsible Archangel of Justice to properly inquire with Him about what exactly happened in Sanctuary!" Imperius once advocated for the destruction of the world and the destruction of Sanctuary because humans have half-demon blood, but this was opposed by the Archangel of Justice Tyrael, and the two have not gotten along since then.

“I can’t reach Him,” Oriel said softly. “I haven’t heard from Him since He crossed the barrier of the sanctuary.”

“He will return, before the turning point of destiny,” Ysera interjected without turning his head.

The Archangel of Courage could only leave in a huff. No matter what had happened, sending out scouts and strengthening defenses was never a bad thing.

Hopefully, the archangels can only follow closely behind.

“You may simply tell Him that a certain demon king in Hell has lost his throne, and Hell has lost its precious balance.” After the two angels left, the archangel of wisdom, Malthael, clad in black robes, quietly appeared from the shadows.

No one knows when He came.

"Imperia certainly deserves His crown of courage, but He is also too stubborn."

Without turning his head, Itherel retorted, "I believe you know better than I do that His only intention after receiving this news is to take advantage of the situation and push for war."

"No one wants the Eternal War to start again, Malthael, all the angels are too tired."

"But the devil's ambition will not rest, nor will death, nor will the inevitable war."

The voice of the Archangel Masair was deep and melancholy.

Chapter 731 Rasmar's Ambition

"Iserael, what kind of future have you foreseen that makes you so silent about it?"

As an archangel of wisdom, Masair is the embodiment of wisdom, which makes His understanding of the rules governing the universe unparalleled, and His opinions are always accurate and forward-looking.

Sometimes, His language is more accurate than that of Itherael.

"Too much, Masaier. I have seen a new ending that we have longed for but have not been able to achieve."

"Did those humans win?"

Masaier didn't ask for specific details and gave the answer directly.

"Yes, the third party in the Eternal War."

"And you, Masaier, what has made you panic and come to me for answers, something I've never done before?"

As an angel of wisdom, Masair cherishes reason and deeply understands the absurdity of foreseeing the future. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, He will not set foot in this library.

"Like you, Yserael, the web of laws reflected by Karadal has a hole in it, and I think you should understand what that means."

As the companion artifact of the Archangel of Wisdom, the Holy Grail of Wisdom, Caladar, contains pure holy water that never runs dry. By gazing into the depths of the Grail, one can glimpse the web of laws governing all things.

"certainly"

The Archangel of Fate did not turn back, but instead gave the answer directly.

"variable"

……

"A new variable," surrounded by endless stars, a colossal dragon shadow revealed His judgment.

"Teacher, what did you see?"

As the stars shifted, a slender dragon made of stars began to surge, its head facing a melancholy, handsome man with long hair, draped in a black robe.

“Just now, the fundamental balance of the world was broken, Rasma, a new variable has appeared in the world.”

"A small flaw has appeared in the originally perfect world rules. Although it is not big, it is enough to develop into a creation that could destroy the world." The Star Dragon spoke in an unexpectedly human tone, and was full of joy.

"I don't understand, teacher, why aren't you worried at all about such uncertainties?"

“Ah, variables are not always a bad thing, Rasmar.” The Star Dragon, who taught the other the magic of balancing life and death and was the true progenitor of necromancers, unusually praised the act of disrupting the balance, which puzzled Rasmar.

"Teacher, I don't understand."

"Isn't eternal balance a kind of imbalance? Angels and demons have existed for too long. It's time to break free of their shackles and let the world move forward."

As a guardian born alongside Sanctuary, the existence of the Star Dragon Targoo was once a secret unknown to both angels and demons.

He has always remained hidden in a secret space, observing and protecting the safety of the sanctuary, but rarely intervenes in the development of the world.

As the guardian of the world's sanctuary, His most important goal is to ensure the world's continued existence.

The Star Dragon writhed in its hidden alternate dimension, its long body covered in scales, each scale etched with the history of the sanctuary.

He delivered a scale into Rasma's hand.

"This is?"

The scales feel warm to the touch, and are engraved with a pillar of flame soaring into the sky, sweeping across the universe.

This scene is exactly what Jiang Bingquan unleashed not long ago.

"The Lord of Pain was burned clean by these flames and died completely. Rasmar, as the first demon lord in history to be completely destroyed, will be recorded in history whether he likes it or not."

"what!"

Rasma suddenly raised his head, yanked off his hood, revealing his handsome face.

He was the first Nephalem, the first child of Inarius, the angel who founded Sanctuary, and Lilith, the demon, so his genes were naturally exceptional.

A flush of excitement now tinged her slightly gloomy face as Rasma asked incredulously, "Teacher, is it true? Is there really a power that can completely destroy angels and demons?"

Necromancers revere balance: the balance between life and death, the balance between light and darkness, and the balance between angels and demons. The entire Rasmar Order's idea stems entirely from the fact that angels and demons cannot be completely eradicated, and it is a compromise made because of this. If there were any other way, Rasmar's original principle when establishing the Necromancer Order would have to be changed to "Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts."

Balance is merely a relatively optimal solution devised by the Star Dragon, Rasmar, and Kalan to ensure the growth and prosperity of humanity in the Sanctuary.

"The foundation of the Burning Hells world has been unbalanced, and the resulting turmoil has long since spread throughout the entire Hell realm. Rasmar, you should be able to find out the specifics with just a little effort in the real world."

The first Nephalem in human history struggled to calm his emotions and, after careful consideration, finally made a decision: "We must master this power."

"Ha~ Its owner is a rather difficult outsider to deal with."

"This is our new hope." The first Nephalem in human history put his hood back on and looked up at the star dragon, which was many times larger than himself.

"As expected of you. Take that scale; it can give you some guidance."

“I will go and meet him myself, teacher, and see what kind of person he is.” Rasma held the scale in his palm, his slender figure gradually fading as he returned to his sanctuary from the plane of the Star Dragon.

Eastern Kekistan, the Death Jungle.

This is the headquarters of the Rasmar priesthood, the headquarters of the necromancers.

After completing their necessary training here, all necromancers will travel the world and embark on a path to maintain the balance of the world. The total number of people in the entire Rasmar Order is not large.

In addition, since this jungle is located in a remote wilderness and necromancers are not well-regarded by the world, they simply built a barrier to hide the place, making it even more sparsely populated.

But that doesn't mean the jungle isn't lively.

Large numbers of skeletons, zombies, flesh golems, corpse demons, and resurrected dead are scattered throughout the jungle, busy with basic cleaning work.

The cult's main buildings are located underground in the jungle, which is both hidden and safe, and also suits the lifestyle of necromancers.

Rasmar has been living in seclusion within the religious order for the past decade or so.

His infiltration skills were so superb that no one discovered his true identity during that time.

But today, he has to leave.

He planned to first go to a small trading town near Kejistan in the west, where there was a stronghold of the Tristan cult. These cultists, who worshipped the three great demons of Hell, had very close ties with Hell and must have firsthand information about the current state of Hell.

To escape the pursuit of his own father, the angel Inarius, Rathma had long remained hidden in the shadows of this world. If it weren't for Targoo's summons, he would never have wanted to step out of the crypt and would have continued to lie dormant.

But for the future of humanity, he must return to the sacred land, this grand stage of gods and demons.

He wants to seize the power that determines the fate of humanity.

Chapter 732 First Arrival at Lu Gauin

Rug Gauin is a magnificent city, a pearl in the desert.

This trading port on the eastern side of the Alarok Desert, with its advantageous geographical location, became a trade hub between the Western Kingdom and Kejistan, accumulating considerable wealth through bustling commercial activities.

When Varif's caravan sailed into the city from the desert, it found the city in a state of panic.

The houses, built largely of mud and stone and characterized by thick walls, small windows, and flat roofs, all had their doors tightly shut, while the streets paved with bricks and stones were sparsely populated and the pedestrians all wore sorrowful expressions.

Not only that, even the soldiers guarding the city gates have changed their appearance. They are no longer city guards under the Sultan's command, but have become a group of mercenaries hired by the desert.

“Something’s not right here,” the barbarian whispered to his companion.

Everyone looked like they were still in shock.

Zul, wearing a large cloak, followed at the back of the caravan.

"The demons' influence on the city appears to be more severe than initially thought."

The curtain of the covered wagon at the end of the caravan was lifted, and a gust of cool air instantly wafted out of the carriage, meeting the dry and hot desert air and rising into wisps of white mist.

Deekka Kane got out of the car carrying his thick 'Kane Diary'. Despite the long journey, the elderly man showed no signs of fatigue; instead, he kept glancing around with a mixture of nostalgia and curiosity in his eyes.

This is all thanks to that carriage, that retro-style animal-powered levitation vehicle with 'infinite' shock absorption and a built-in air conditioning system.

"Unbelievable, when I came here years ago, it was as bustling as a vegetable market."