The Creators: From Night City

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Jiang Bing has never been aware of himself as a deity; he neither wants to nor is willing to be one.

He never considered himself superior, and therefore he was never aloof.

Human beings have an innate fascination with the strong, and those who are stronger than we can comprehend will turn into worship. Faith is inevitable, and this was a result that Jiang Bing knew from the very beginning.

So he was extremely honest about it, and it almost turned into a business deal.

He grants open access to all who connect, allowing them to use His power and share His authority.

They write doctrines, prescribe rituals, and even actively engage in disenchantment, but humanity will always distort the world according to its own will and process everything according to its own ideas.

The title of "Black King" became increasingly sacred as Jiang Bing's actions unfolded, with titles such as "Eternal Flame," "King of Darkness," and "Lord of Destruction" flocking to him.

His act of exorcising the demons was seen by the Legion's apostles as a reflection of the Black King's humanity, contrasting with his divinity residing high above, which further strengthened their faith.

Jiang Bing had no way to refute this, because what they said was indeed true.

However, he also felt ashamed because everything he did was driven by selfish motives.

The essence of the Fire-Passing Ritual is to share the great flame possessed by Jiang Bing, the "Forger." When using this power to destroy enemies and incinerate all things, the user will receive a large amount of pure ether as a reward due to the characteristics of the "Ether Furnace." In most cases, this ether will follow the user's instinctive desire to nourish the other's existence and strength. However, a portion of the ether will be used as a fee for the "Ether Furnace" and will be gathered on Jiang Bing, the "Forger."

This makes perfect sense, whether viewed from the perspective of religious mythology or the logic of capital operation.

The fundamental logic of gods shepherding believers, spreading doctrines, and developing faith is largely the same.

At this moment, Jiang Bing received a considerable share of the profits from his fanatical follower, Gaza.

That great flame originating from Jiang Bing was indeed a special attack power against demons.

Galahal, the two-headed ogre, was not born with two heads. He was originally a human and an ogre, but was transformed into his current form through an evil ritual in Hell.

However, after sacrificing its good looks, it finally gained power.

Otherwise, this would be too tragic; even the Demon King of Hell wouldn't do something so despicable.

The bombs blasted craters into its body, and the lightning power contained within scorched the wounds black. The blood, stained with 'Blood Plague', was splashed onto the ground with a sizzling sound as it exploded.

The two-headed ogre was like a heavy but unstoppable hellish chariot, charging toward the hideout where the demon hunters were concealed.

Its weapon is a thick, iron-plated wooden club, so rugged it looks like it was just pulled out of a railway sleeper and used directly.

However, its simplicity did not diminish its destructive power in the slightest. With just a simple swing, a low wall collapsed, burying a witcher who could not dodge in time, his fate unknown.

Casualties occurred for the first time in the battle.

But hatred is an excellent catalyst for courage.

The new Witcher recruits showed no fear; instead, they unleashed a barrage of explosives even faster and more densely.

It's important to know that the recruitment of the 'Demon Hunter' legion is entirely voluntary. Among the nearly two hundred eligible individuals gathered by Jiang Bing, not everyone chose to join. However, those who were able to enter the legion undoubtedly harbored immense resentment towards demons.

Gaza is one of the best examples.

The loss of his companions did not shake his will in the slightest. The cannibal's seemingly invincible offensive allowed him to find a weakness in his opponent. After successfully dodging one of the cannibal's swings, he delivered his frail body to the cannibal's crotch.

Barbarians revere nature, avoid the use of magic and complex machinery, and rarely wear full sets of sophisticated metal armor, because they believe that these things would only weaken their innate determination and courage.

Of course, this is also related to the scarcity of metal in the Land of Fear.

The same was true for this two-headed ogre; its deformed body caused its once-fitting battle skirt to rip open, leaving it completely naked underneath.

A lightweight bomb gun was gently placed on a pair of large bells.

The sound of the [Japanese-style rapid-fire submachine gun] was not loud, and its power was not particularly strong, yet it shattered everything a man had with ease.

everything!

Chapter 746 Rasmar willingly walks into the trap

pain!

It hurts so much!

All I see is ruin; I am heartbroken to have lost my beloved!

If the two-headed ogre Galahal were still strong enough to speak, he would definitely say the words above.

But the overwhelming pain caused it to unconsciously clench its legs, and the demon trembled so badly that it almost collapsed to its knees.

The fact that it did not faint from the pain at this moment is already a sign of its extremely strong physical condition.

The battle does not pause because of its stagnation.

A large amount of firepower continued to be directed at it, and at the 'Blood Plague Viper' and the Dark Shaman in the blood pool behind it, indiscriminately bombarding the area.

Compared to ogres, the latter two are more troublesome to deal with because they both have ranged attack capabilities.

The 'Blood Plague Viper' can spew out 'Blood Plague'-infused slime from its mouth, while the Dark Shaman, as a proper magical unit, is incredibly skilled at throwing dark-attribute disabling missiles.

But as the saying goes, even the best kung fu master is no match for a kitchen knife, and two fists can't fight four hands. As other demon hunters scattered throughout the village joined the battle one after another, a barrage of explosive bombs was delivered at rock-bottom prices, filling the area to the brim.

As the Dark-Ashamed Witches died, they were surprised to find that their souls were somehow stained with specks of golden fire, which were continuously consuming their very essence.

Fortunately, the flames were very weak and could not completely engulf them instantly, giving them time to return to hell.

But when they were about to follow the mysterious pull to return to hell, they found that their originally formless souls were as heavy as lead, fixed in place, unable to move.

“Rasma, I’ve noticed that you’re a bit of a hypocrite. You seem cold on the surface, but you’ve actually taken action in secret.”

Jiang Bing looked at Rasma, whose eyes were glowing green under the hood, and teased him.

Controlling the souls of four demon minions was incredibly easy for a necromancer of Rasmar's caliber.

“You’re not lying to me. A portion of their souls has indeed been permanently erased. However, these new recruits are not powerful enough. The flames on their bodies cannot completely extinguish the demons before they leave Sanctuary.”

Rasmar simply couldn't completely destroy the demon's soul. In terms of controlling and manipulating souls, he was an absolute master, far surpassing Jiang Bing. He immediately realized that Jiang Bing's words were true.

The ironclad rule that angels and demons cannot be completely eradicated no longer applies.

Rasmar gently clenched his fist, and the souls of several dark-skinned witches on the village battlefield were directly kicked back into the mortal world from the realm of the dead.

When these translucent souls suddenly appeared on the battlefield, they startled the surrounding 'demon hunters'. They thought it was a hidden trick of these demons. Before the other party could speak, a massive number of explosive bombs directly overwhelmed the other party's souls again.

Now they are as good as dead.

Jiang Bing also discovered the weakness of this group of 'demon hunters'. While the aether flames on their bodies could indeed annihilate the souls of demons, they lacked the ability to control the souls of demons. Even if they destroyed the physical body, it was still difficult to have time to completely annihilate the soul.

However, this problem is easy to solve. After all, spells that control life and death and command souls are collectively called necromancy here, and one of the founders of necromancy is standing right beside him.

If you don't take advantage of this opportunity now, when will you?

This move was exactly what Rasmar wanted, since the Nephalem was still worried about how to legitimately intervene in the operation of the 'Witcher's Legion, but unexpectedly Jiang Bing handed him a perfect ladder.

It's like the baby just wanted to be breastfed, and then the mother came.

Teaching skills inevitably involves subtly introducing one's own ideas and influences.

'Is he not afraid that I will secretly take control of this legion?' Rasma thought to himself as he looked at Jiang Bing cheering and applauding.

'Does he have some backup plan?'

In fact, there really is one; the flames within the 'Witcher' are Jiang Bing's biggest backup plan.

However, he never considered the possibility that someone would choose to betray him, since betrayal always requires a reason.

Staying in [Anti-Entropy] means having food and drink, and getting stronger by fighting monsters (by burning demon souls with ether). Everything you do is for justice, so you have both face and substance. What kind of idiot would choose to betray?

Of course, given the diversity of species, there are always unexpected events. At that time, Jiang Bing will show him what it means to treat enemies as harshly and ruthlessly as the cold winter.

Learn about the dangers of playing with fire.

During the process of the two secretly making a deal, the two-headed ogre Galahal was finally killed.

To be honest, it was a tough challenge for these new 'witcher' recruits.

The ogre's severe injuries awakened the demonic soul sealed within its body, and in order to preserve the body that had descended upon the Sanctuary, it unleashed its full power.

A massive amount of blood containing 'blood plague' was controlled by the opponent and attached to the ogre's body, forming a constantly flowing blood membrane that could rapidly regenerate the body, greatly offsetting the damage from the bombs and putting enormous pressure on the group of demon hunters.

Fortunately, Ryan, the clever little devil, was very good at imitation. He discovered that although the other party no longer had a bell, there was another more fatal 'flaw' nearby.

In the midst of the fierce struggle, Ryan finally seized an opportunity and stabbed the barrel of his gun into his opponent's anus.

Galahar, who had just had his bell removed, was then brutally violated in the anus, his intestines ruptured and he died with a vengeance that seemed to fill the heavens.

The demon's soul clamored that one day it would return to Sanctuary to take revenge, but after cursing for a long time, it found that it was still stuck in the same place and showed no sign of returning to hell, which made it very alarmed.

Just as it turned its head to look around the realm of the dead, it inadvertently discovered two 'giant creatures' standing in the distant mountains, smiling down at it, which made it feel as if it had been electrocuted and its whole body trembled.

The present world.

The Witcher is performing a purification ritual to completely erase the existence of the two-headed ogre Galahal.

Seven torchbearers formed a circle, chanting prayers praising the Black King. Clusters of flames ignited, setting the ogre's corpse ablaze and reducing it to nothingness.

Of course, the demonic souls in the realm of the dead were not spared either. Although the pain of the etheric flames burning it away bit by bit made it want to scream, under Rasmar's control, it could not even blink and could only watch helplessly as its body turned into nothingness inch by inch.

After all, its soul strength wasn't even enough to qualify it as a leader in Hell, so how could it possibly have the power to challenge the first Nephalem in history?

After carefully observing the entire process of the unfortunate demon being consumed by the Aether Flame, Rasmar finally completed the final confirmation.

He stopped Jiang Bing from inviting him to go down to the village for a site survey, and instead stretched out a pale arm from under his loose cloak, displaying a scale that was as clear and translucent as crystal in front of Jiang Bing.

"What is this?" Jiang Bing looked at the scene of himself setting himself ablaze with fire recorded on the document and couldn't help but feel curious.

"He wants to see you; perhaps we can talk about the future of Sanctuary."

"Him?"

“That’s right,” Rasmar placed the scale in Jiang Bing’s palm and continued, “The true guardian of Sanctuary, the master of this scale of history, is the Star Dragon Targoo.”

Chapter 747 A Plan Laying the Foundation for a Thousand Years

The stars shift and turn, creating a breathtakingly beautiful picture, undulating endlessly.

The Sanctuary, like a planet suspended beneath their feet, has remained unchanged since time immemorial.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

In the kingdom created by Tagoo, He asked Jiang Bing this question.

Jiang Bing gazed at the shelter shrouded in a thick curtain, tapped his cane lightly, and said, "It's still not quite there."

"Oh?"

Tag'o swung his mountain-like body, bringing his massive head close to Jiang Bing's side, attempting to see the Sanctuary from his perspective and verify his claims.

"I like blue; the black main color scheme is a bit somber," Jiang Bing commented on the world barrier of Sanctuary.

"Ha!" Tagou laughed.

It was a wondrous thing for a dragon as large as a mountain to laugh; the stars of the entire kingdom seemed to ripple slightly in response.

"I don't like this veil either, but I wouldn't say I hate it. It shelters humanity, but it also restricts humanity. It's hard to say whether it's right or wrong."

Rasmar finally shed his disguise here, revealing a pale yet handsome face and a head of smooth, long hair.

I don't know what brand of shampoo this Nephalem usually uses, but his hair is exceptionally healthy.

"According to my original plan, it had to be destroyed so that humanity could unleash its potential."

Rasmar started speaking in the most sensationalist style.

"Aren't you afraid that Heaven and Hell will come after you?" Jiang Bing thought of Uldyssian, the strongest Nephalem in history who advocated using the Worldstone but went too far. He didn't expect Rasmar to be even more radical than him.

“Therefore, the destruction of the Worldstone must be accomplished by the hands of Heaven and Hell.” Rasmar and Targoo exchanged a glance, and the Star Dragon nodded slightly, a scale on its massive body radiating a dazzling light.

A magical image appeared before Jiang Bing.

It was an angel, wielding a sword, with wings on its back, its entire body forged from light, radiating an awe-inspiring and inviolable holy aura.

Rasmar's tone was very complex as she spoke of "Archangel Tyrael, the Archangel of Justice".

In the video, the archangel falls from the heavens, and his destination upon arriving at Sanctuary is clear—a valley in the Alanoc Desert that is shrouded in some kind of magic.

"Warlock's Canyon, the place where the demon king Baal is sealed," Rasmar explained to Jiang Bing.

The scene shifts, and a mysterious man draped in a black robe walks into this magically shrouded desert, followed by a dazed human male.

Unsurprisingly, this is the 'Dark Wanderer' that all the heroes have been searching for.

“Unfortunately, the Lord of Destruction will surely be released.” Rasmar’s words were devoid of much emotion.

"Are you so confident in your judgment?" Jiang Bing asked, peering curiously at the holographic projection in front of him.