The Creators: From Night City

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The reliability of the [Key] is comparable to Jiang Bing's [Ether Furnace]. To this day, he still doesn't understand what principle it is based on to accurately search through all the worlds and always perfectly or even excessively filter out the worlds that meet Jiang Bing's requests.

What wish did Jiang Bing make before coming to this world?

The answer is clear: to find a new place for Heimer to take root, a 'nutrient field' for Him to continue growing.

The World Stone certainly meets this requirement, and even exceeds it, since it can be considered the foundation of creation, and it is naturally a perfect match for a 'World Tree'.

“I have a plan, a big plan!” Jiang Bing said, repeating his catchy rhyme.

"If this plan succeeds, you won't need to make any sacrifices, Rasmar. Sanctuary will be even safer than your plan to hide in the stars."

Both the man and the dragon suddenly looked up and stared at Jiang Bing.

"Let me introduce my partner to you." Under the shocked gaze of the Star Dragon, a spatial rift was torn open in His proud Hidden Kingdom, and a vine spread from behind Jiang Bing to the top of his head, coiling into a canopy with tender buds.

"Heiml, lift up the world tree."

As the tree that supports the world, Heiml can easily conceal its location by taking root in this world and reinforcing its barrier.

If all else fails, there's a more drastic solution: Heimul could forcibly remove the entire Sanctuary from this plane, dragging it into the void between planes, or simply merge it into his own world, ensuring that neither Heaven nor Hell could do anything about it.

After hearing Jiang Bing's explanation, Rasmar and Tagoo were overjoyed. They did not doubt whether Heimul had the ability, after all, at their level, the essence of existence could not be lied about.

Heiml only needs to slightly loosen the veil over the origin, and his unique status as a 'great being' will be right there, shining brightly.

“But this plan has a major problem.” The two parties involved didn’t say anything, but Jiang Bing, a beneficiary, suddenly poured cold water on the idea.

"What's the problem?" the man and the dragon hurriedly asked.

Of course, it was Anu's permission. You have to understand that this world is personally looked after by the Creator God. Jiang Bing still hasn't forgotten the system's notification after burning Andariel, the King of Pain.

They just stole someone else's things, and now they've set their sights on the Worldstone and Sanctuary. What's the difference between that and barging into someone else's house and taking everything?

Therefore, we need to ask the owner's opinion on this matter.

"Shh!" Jiang Bing gestured for the two to be quiet, waiting with a serious expression to see if anything unexpected would happen.

This is Anu's territory, and Jiang Bing knew without a doubt that Anu was watching him and everything happening in the world right now.

Fortunately, the Creator God, who had met Jiang Bing once before, was an industry leader. Perhaps he wanted to mentor the younger generation, or perhaps he was too wealthy to care about such a small matter. Even after the eyes of the two staring at each other were almost dry, the hidden space attached to the Sanctuary did not see the arrival of light from chaos.

Under the questioning gazes of the man and the dragon, Jiang Bing seemed to have received some kind of permission, and his interest suddenly soared.

"Now that everything's settled, we can talk about how to get closer to the Worldstone."

Chapter 750 Sescheron

The barbarians are not actually barbaric; they possess a brilliant civilization, a unique culture, a logical social system, and a sense of honor and shame that aligns with the Land of Fear and the Arreat Plateau.

The wind and snow howled, seemingly never-ending, blanketing everything in white.

The world was in chaos, and a thick curtain of snow poured down, swallowing up the paths, mountains and coastlines, leaving only a wild white clamor.

The gale seemed to come from the far north abyss, cutting like a sharp knife or howling like a giant beast, bringing with it a chill that seeped into the very marrow of the pedestrians on the road.

If a traveler unfamiliar with the terrain and seasons gets lost in the wilderness, he will likely be buried alive by the blizzard within half a day, and his remains will be quickly buried deep in the cold wasteland, never to see the light of day again.

The name of the Land of Fear mostly comes from these perpetual blizzards.

Sescheron, one of the few cities inhabited by barbarians.

This city, nestled halfway up the Arreat Plateau, is more bustling than most people imagine.

"Eye of the Giant Wave" Tavern.

Amidst this white wave of snow sweeping across the sky, there is a rare spot where the lights are still on.

Like a stout and stubborn stone beast, it crouches low and squat beside the walls of Sescheron. Its skin is built of heavy logs and rough rocks, while the thick and windproof windows are as narrow as the eyes of an alert beast, deeply embedded in the walls.

Of course, it has now been reinforced with two layers of wooden planks and held firmly in place by barrels to withstand the violent impact of the storm.

The tavern's doors were heavy and rugged, reflecting the common aesthetic sense of savages.

The logs, encased in sheet metal, were held firmly in place by a giant bolt, standing tall against the wind and snow.

The door was pushed open by the newcomer, and a wave of heat instantly swept in, making one feel hot all over and break out in a cold sweat, instantly dispelling the chill.

"Close the door! What are you two standing there for? Close the door now!"

The bar owner shouted at the two customers from behind the counter.

So the wooden door was closed, and the wind and snow were shut out.

The tavern was bustling with activity; the seats were packed with people, chatting and drinking merrily.

"Two southerners, that's quite a sight this time of year," the bartender and owner remarked, sizing up the customer who was a size smaller than everyone else around him.

What would you like?

"Two cups of warrior's blood," Rasmar ordered with practiced ease.

The boss's eyes lit up. "You're an expert! You have good taste."

Barbarians reject anything that weakens them, but alcohol is clearly not one of them.

The constant snow and wind in Arrit also made these strong, muscular men desperately need alcohol to keep warm.

Over thousands of years, this has led to the development of a unique barbarian drinking culture.

For example, the cup of warrior's blood placed in front of Jiang Bing.

First, it really is made from blood; second, the blood is very fresh and has a strong fishy smell.

The aroma mingled with the thick, steaming body odor of sweat in the tavern, the cloying sweetness of strong mead, the salty and fishy smell of grilled frozen fish, the smoky aroma of burning resin, and the heavy fumes unique to burning grease lamps, making the air seem to have a form, clinging heavily to the skin and nasal cavity of every drinker.

In layman's terms: It has a strong, pungent flavor.

"What's wrong, friend? You don't like it?" the shopkeeper teased, seeing Jiang Bing staring at the cup without taking a sip.

"Give it a try, it tastes good," Rasma surprisingly recommended.

Thus, the blood wine, once swallowed, transformed into praise.

Animal blood dilutes the dryness of alcohol, giving it a smooth texture, while alcohol suppresses the fishy smell of fresh blood, retaining only its unique texture.

"Ha, that's more like it!"

"You two are coming here during the season when 'Devil's Breath' is rampant, are you planning to collect some fresh yeti pelts? If so, you might be disappointed."

Barbarians simply value a simple life and do not isolate themselves from the outside world. In fact, they have a mature business, sophisticated industry, and their education, military strength, and even magical totem skills are all highly developed.

Barbarians also have spellcasters. The shamans of the Thunder Tribe were the first to learn to draw power from the weather. However, compared to other spellcasters, the shamans emphasized a spellcasting style of 'one point in flares and full points in dual-wielding weapons'.

The most classic one is the whirlwind style, which was learned from the tornado. Because it was so useful, this whirlwind attack was learned and mastered by many barbarians and became the signature attack skill of barbarians - Whirlwind Slash.

There are also merchants among the barbarians, and they also welcome some outside merchants to come and exchange goods. The Owl tribe, one of the seven barbarian tribes, is famous for its traveling merchants.

“No, we’re here to find someone.” Rasmar tossed a Westma gold coin onto the bar, its crisp sound standing out amidst the noise.

“This is really strange,” the shopkeeper said, picking up the gold coin and examining Rasma’s ordinary appearance. “There are actually people who specifically look for someone during this season. Are you looking for revenge or to repay a debt of gratitude?”

“No, I’ve come to retrieve something.” Rasma downed the blood wine in his cup and continued, “I’m looking for Kanai. Do you know where he is, boss?”

"Ah, so you were looking for him."

"Then you'll be disappointed. As the most skilled Yeti hunter among us, he was summoned away by the elders several days ago. He's probably either at the Elders' Temple or out hunting Yetis right now."

The entire barbarian tribe is divided into seven major tribes: the giant bear, the crane, the wild bird, the shadow wolf, the fierce snake, the thunder, and the owl. Some tribes live a nomadic life, some choose to settle down, and others are scattered throughout the barbarian society.

Regardless, the movement of people among the seven tribes was not restricted, and the exchanges between them were very close. Barbarians often traveled to the various tribes for the purpose of gaining experience.

Sescheron was the stronghold of the Great Bear tribe, but many barbarians from other tribes still lived in the city.

The political structure of the barbarians, which was initially based on chieftainship, had begun to evolve into a system of elders.

Of course, the fundamental reason is that the barbarians have not had a peerless warrior who can subdue one side and unite these barbarians for a long time.

"Hunting Yetis?" Jiang Bing was curious about the tavern owner's words.

The boss looked at Jiang Bing with the same eyes one would use to look at a newbie, and then raised an eyebrow at Rasma, the meaning being clear: "Where did you find this newbie? He doesn't know anything."

“The companion we just found has actually been working on ships in Westmarch all along,” Rasma explained.

“No wonder. But since your companion was able to cross the ‘White Disaster’ at the foot of the mountain with you to get here, he must be a real man.”

The boss tapped on the bar, gesturing for Jiang Bing to look behind him.

"Here it is."

A huge ape skull was nailed to a wine rack, and a large white fur was spread on a chair next to it.

Clearly, this is the boss's spoils.

Chapter 751 The Solemn Oath of Burkasol

"Let's get a room and two servings of pork chop soup, then we'll settle in."

Rasmar had no intention of going to the Temple of the Elders. The fact that outsiders like them could even enter the city was already a sign of the barbarians' great openness. The Temple of the Elders, as a place to communicate with the souls of the ancestors and where the elders discussed important matters, was like the White House in the United States. Two outsiders naturally couldn't get close to it without any reason.

Kanai will be back from his bear hunt soon. With Targoo's help, Rasma knows this better than the boss. He asked this question simply to set a hook so that the other party would come to him on his own when the time comes.

Of course, this hook is not the same as that ditch.

Just as Jiang Bing was peeking through the crack in the window for the nth time at the barbaric women passing by on the street, their door was finally knocked on.

Rasma stepped forward and opened the door, where stood an extremely burly man.

"I heard you're looking for me?"

Since the other party asked this question, their identity is self-evident.

"We need what you have."

Rasma's words instantly transformed the other person's lazy gaze into one of gleaming light.

A long sword, far too heavy for an ordinary person, smashed through the door. Kanai's strength was so great that he swung the sword and chopped a hole in the lintel.

However, his opponent was clearly no simpler. Rasmar simply reached out and grabbed his opponent's elbow, giving it a light push, and neutralized the violent attack.

Just as the barbarian bent low and tried to break free from the opponent's grip to launch another attack, Jiang Bing, who was by the window, had already wrapped his arm around his neck.

It's no exaggeration to say that Kanai's life was basically worth living if he could be attacked by these two together.

The barbarian's shoulder and neck muscles were taut like steel, and magic surged in his chest. Clearly, he was preparing to unleash the barbarian's unique war cry skill in an attempt to break free from the predicament of being sandwiched between two sides.

But the slight contraction of the arm around his neck shattered all his attempts.

"Come in and let me in!"

The barbarian was instantly dragged into the room, the room was closed, and the corridor returned to its usual silence.

A short while later.

"Where did you hide that Pandora's Box, Zoltun Kulle's Pandora's Box, Kanai?" Rasmar asked, maintaining the dark green death magic in his hand.

The barbarian was bound to the spot by a cage made of bones, yet he still held his head high and remained silent.

"It seems your influence isn't as useful as I thought. I thought you two knew each other." Now it's time for Rasma to pay his dues, and of course, it's also time for Jiang Bing to gossip.

"Are you planning to try to persuade him with your righteous indignation about demons and angels, or are you going to just search his soul?" Jiang Bing asked with a wicked grin.

As a Nephalem born with the ability to communicate with the dead, Rasmar could easily use simple tricks to steal souls.

Kanai's eyelids twitched violently from Jiang Bing's words, but under Rasma's suppression, he couldn't even move a finger.

"No need for it," Rasmar immediately demonstrated to Jiang Bing the true value of being the first Nephalem of Sanctuary, the progenitor of mankind, the direct descendant of Inarius, the founder of Sanctuary, and the legitimate son of Lilith.

"In the name of Bul-Kathos, I beg you to hand over the Pandora's Box, which will be used for the great cause of resisting the invasion of Hell," Rasmar solemnly declared.

The barbarians call themselves 'sons of Burkatho,' and ancestor worship is absolutely dominant in their culture. Rasmar's actions are tantamount to pointing his finger at Kanai and cursing his ancestors.

Anger turned the powerful warrior's face crimson, and a surge of immense power coursed through his body, causing his entire body to rise several inches taller.

But reality is not a heroic myth, and even a sudden burst of power in battle cannot bridge the vast gap in strength between him and Rasmar.

However, although the barbarian's body was immobile, his mouth could still move. Just as a torrent of foul language was about to erupt, threatening to destroy Rasmar's entire family, a heavy battle blade appeared and interrupted the opponent's spellcasting animation.

This is a very common heavy battle sword design among barbarians. Since barbarians are generally taller than humans, their weapons are typically a size larger and heavier.

The curve of this sword is not very large, and its overall length is a full 1.8 meters. The blade has no special decorations, but the back of the blade is thick and the edge is not very sharp. Combined with the mottled marks on the blade, it looks like a large, dark iron plate.

But a mountain is not sacred because of its height, but because of the immortals who dwell there; a steamed bun is delicious even if the filling isn't on its pleats.

The moment Rasmar pulled the weapon from his private space, the entire room was enveloped in a solemn yet fervent fighting spirit.