The Creators: From Night City

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Listening to the faint whistling, an unbelievable guess welled up in the crow's mind.

"Why don't we go down and take a look?"

The crow hunter answered decisively and acted decisively as well.

Before the other hunters could respond, she flipped over and leaped into the pit, running wildly towards the bottom.

She had spent her entire life searching for a way to end this 'nightmare,' and now that the possible solution was right in front of her, she naturally wouldn't hesitate.

The old hunter Henrik quickly chose to follow, and soon he caught up with the crow.

As the two approached the bottom of the valley, the light shining on their bodies gradually became scorching hot.

Similarly, the shape of that organic mass became increasingly clear to the hunter.

It was a non-human creature.

It was a huge, twisted mass, seemingly formed by the entanglement and fusion of countless dark, greasy, serpentine units.

His main body is like a colossal serpent whose spine has been forcibly broken and whose bones have been crushed, but on the body of this "serpent", thousands of slightly thinner serpent-like appendages grow out in disorder—they may be tentacles, pseudopodia, unformed heads, or simply meaningless decorations that are purely blasphemous.

"What is that?!"

Henrik's exceptional eyesight allowed the old hunter to see the entire object beneath his sword, which shocked him so much that his hands trembled slightly.

"It is an ancient god," the raven revealed the true identity of the twisted flesh, adding with certainty, "It is an ancient god who has already died."

As an old hunter who has survived from the Old Yharnam era to the present day, Henrik knows that the scholars of "Byrkinworth" discovered the remains of some ancient being in the ancient underground ruins of Yharnam, the "Pumeru Gold Cup Labyrinth".

It can be said that the entire civilization of Yharnam spread and developed from this point.

The old hunter was unusually flustered.

It's dead.

no doubt.

No life could survive such injuries.

This ancient god does not have a head in the conventional sense. Instead, where the head should be on the torso, there is a huge, slowly opening and closing rift. Inside the rift is not a mouth, but a large cluster of broken, dark crystals, overflowing with an ominous aura.

The enormous golden sword pierced precisely into the gaping wound in the opponent's body, emerging from the aggregate's "back" and pinning it firmly to the earth.

Of course, this penetrating wound was not enough to kill the opponent; the truly fatal damage came from the endless golden flames leaping on the greatsword.

The ever-burning flames scorched the body of this 'ancient god,' enveloping most of his body in a smoldering, dark golden flame.

Based on what he had just experienced, the raven knew that what was being burned continuously by this ancient god was not only his body, but also his soul, his origin, his person, and everything about him.

This is indeed the most correct way to completely kill an ancient god.

Destroying the opponent's physical body is useless; only by completely annihilating all information about the opponent's existence can one completely erase the opponent conceptually.

"If He was once a superior being, then what was the being that killed Him, another superior being?" the old hunter asked the crucial question.

The two had reached the bottom of the pit while they were talking. The light emanating from the sword alone was unbearable for the crow, as if its blood was about to boil.

To get a closer look, she didn't hesitate to tear off her bird-beak-shaped mask, revealing her pale yet delicate face underneath.

She squinted, risking a fall, and used her 'inner eye' to carefully 'observe' the golden greatsword.

This was a weapon so perfect that she could never have conceived of it, as if it had been forged by the Creator himself.

The enormous sword was made of some kind of golden crystal, with geometric facets that defied human understanding refracting light. Flowing flames surged within the sword and constantly emitted golden light from the sky, as if connected to the beings above, while simultaneously slicing the night sky hanging from the zenith into fragments.

Dozens of runes are deeply embedded in the sword, extending all the way to its spine. Some of these mysterious runes are dim, while others are shining with dazzling golden light, as if they are combining to convey some kind of message to the world.

However, the crow's status was too low. She couldn't even count the number of runes that lit up before she was overwhelmed by the intricate and difficult-to-understand patterns and the vast amount of knowledge they contained, to the point of almost fainting.

She could only administer another sedative.

However, her efforts were not entirely fruitless.

Just before reaching her limit, she successfully deciphered the other person's name from a vast sea of ​​knowledge.

Or you could say that this was knowledge that the 'other party' proactively shared with her.

This sacred weapon is called the Dictionary, and it belongs to a great being known as the Lord of Eternal Flame.

Chapter 817 The Ancient God's Desire to Escape

Some people are alive, but they are already dead, while some gods are dead, but they are still 'alive' in a sliver of their own.

Ancient gods are not easy to kill; death in the conventional sense cannot completely annihilate them, after all, these 'superiors' are, to some extent, manifestations of the rules.

The two hunters were so engrossed in the shock that they overlooked one person.

That man!

The light scorched the snake's body, but it could not completely destroy it.

The beast, following its mission, finally came before the ancient being that had called to it.

He stood before the dead ancient god, braving the deadly light.

The thin fingers rapidly deformed, transforming into sharp beast claws.

Human eyes quickly become cloudy, and animalistic instincts surge forth.

He heard the ancient god, now dead, utter a gentle murmur.

"see……"

"Pain... pain..."

"release……"

"Return to...one..."

The ancient god, severely wounded and nearly perished, was still unwilling to die.

He wanted to escape.

So the man began to eat.

So the beasts began to eat.

Dirty, sticky, rotten, and sweet flesh was torn off by deformed beast claws, his teeth gradually sharpened, and his cheekbones protruded forward.

The man stuffed large mouthfuls of the ancient god's flesh and blood into his mouth, making strange eating noises.

"Delicious...tasty..."

As the 'beast' continued to feed, his body gradually changed. Countless scales began to emerge from his body, while his thin and ugly body rapidly inflated and swelled.

"Oh!"

A gunshot attempted to interrupt its feeding; the mercury bullet struck its heart precisely, but shattered into countless fragments on its tangible scales.

The shooter was a hunter named Marienlas.

"Gentlemen, although we don't know what's going on, letting it continue to eat like this doesn't seem like a good thing," the Alliance Leader urged.

"Agreed," the old hunter Henrik agreed. After all, regardless of whether the lump in front of him was an ancient god or not, letting a 'beast' feast wildly was never a good thing.

"Make a move?" The Alliance Leader elegantly waved his hand.

"Let's do it!"

Henrik, as an experienced old hunter, was undoubtedly very decisive.

He unfolded the meat saw into a long saw, its dense serrations capable of slicing off a series of flesh from his enemies with each swing.

However, his attack suffered its first major setback.

The sharp serrated blade struck the 'beast's' back, but it was like cutting through the toughest leather. Not only did it fail to break through the beast's defenses, it also attracted the swarms of snakes that parasitized its body, resulting in a backlash from the venomous snakes.

Countless venomous snakes bared their fangs, tearing at Henrik's arm. If he hadn't retreated in time, his arm would probably have been covered in a dozen or so teeth in an instant.

It's important to know that snakes are often associated with highly venomous creatures.

The wild beasts did not react at all to the hunters' attacks, continuing to devour their prey.

The more it eats, the less of itself it possesses. Its wild, animalistic nature is gradually slipping away from its body, replaced by a growing, cold, and sticky sensation.

It was as if it hadn't eaten the ancient god, but rather the ancient god had eaten it.

In fact it is.

This superior being was pinned to the bottom of the pit by the golden greatsword and was almost completely annihilated, but His status made it not so easy for Him to disappear.

It will need to be roasted under the scorching heat of the 'etheric flames' for a long time before it is completely 'incinerated'.

But He did not want to perish, so He began to save Himself.

This indescribable creature, resembling a giant serpent, is called Leoz, the Primal Coiled Beast, the god who rules over entanglement, coiling, binding, and imprisonment.

In reality, as the superior being, He is neither human nor god, but a pure, savage, untamed, and morally transcendent primal force and a terrifying manifestation of existence, one of the roots of the madness and chaos that make up this world.

A significant portion of the bestial nature inherent in humanity in this world originates from Him.

At His dying call, all beings touched by Him will become His retinue and be drawn by Him.

And these followers have only one purpose: to save the Most High 'Lord' from this 'furnace' that oppresses Him.

They tried to extinguish the flames with sheer numbers, but the vast majority of their 'kin' couldn't even get close enough to the [dictionary], and their souls were burned away by the escaping flames.

However, Leoz did not expect them to come to him; he only needed them to pave the way for the 'Chosen Ones'.

The Beastification Disease is the ultimate culprit threatening Yharnam and even causing its decline.

It's less of an illness and more of a disaster and a curse.

The Healing Church discovered through research that the essence of bestiality is a dual degeneration and madness of both body and mind caused by the blood of ancient gods.

But in reality, the process of transforming from a human to a beast is also a manifestation of the patient's 'evolution' from a human to a superior.

The deeper the illness, the closer one gets to those in power, and the more one can be influenced by them, even assimilated.

The 'beast' ate with increasing ferocity. It had given up tearing with its claws and instead buried its head in the corpse of the ancient god, feasting heartily.

As it feeds, countless pustules appear on its body, from which numerous slender, hair-like snake bodies emerge and sway in the wind.

The snakes' hairs danced in the wind, hissing and whistling. Hundreds of tiny hisses blended together, gradually coalescing into a mysterious whistle that once rang in the crow's ears.

The man had completely transformed into a chaotic beast, losing all his senses, and as he intensified his feeding, his entire body changed from human form to snake form.

Henrik threw a bottle of burning blood wine at the 'beast' that was ignoring the attacks and busy eating, but although the burning flames killed a large number of small snakes dancing in the wind, they did not cause serious damage to the enemy.

"This is troublesome!"

The old hunter Henrik immediately drew a conclusion.

"Given this thing's vitality, our weapons are simply ineffective against it. We need something more powerful."

He folded the meat saw in frustration and sighed, "I should have brought the explosive hammer with me."

“It’s too late.” The Alliance Leader carefully observed the feeding beast and guessed, “He will probably break free soon. Although it is only the weak power left by a superior being, it is still not something we can contend with.”

"I suggest we retreat immediately."

The crow, however, held a different opinion.

She stretched her neck and turned her gaze to the enormous golden greatsword.

"Are you crazy!" The alliance leader, having astutely discovered her plan, immediately rebuked her.

"You've forgotten that ring of flames, forgotten what happened to you, you'll kill us all."

“We have to try, otherwise where can we hide once He is freed, Byrenvis or Old Yharnam?”

Raven's radical style made the league leader very uncomfortable. He had seen madmen, even madmen who didn't care about their lives, but he had never seen a madman who dared to provoke those in power.

"Marinas, let's go!"

Ultimately, the league leader chose to retire while still at the peak of his career.

After hesitating for a moment, the old hunter Henrik also chose to take off running towards the outside of the crater.

Only the crow remained, its cloak fluttering, resolutely charging towards the greatsword that flowed with inexhaustible flames.

Chapter 818 A Distant Call

As it turned out, the three hunters, led by the Alliance Leader, made an extremely wise decision to run away.