The Creators: From Night City

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As soon as the crow stepped onto the ancient god's remains, the 'beast' seemed to have eaten enough food, and a snake-like body, resembling a tail, burst out from its back.

The whistling suddenly became louder.

Crows were the first to be affected by the pollution.

She felt a burning pain on her face, an itch that went deep into her bones, and her skin was involuntarily secreting some kind of mucus.

'No, I cannot be contaminated!'

The crow made a decision immediately, the old woman's miserable state still vivid in its mind.

However, her thoughts began to become muddled, and her movements became increasingly stiff.

Her once slender body began to swell, and the 'beastly nature' buried in her blood was awakened. The human body, representing humanity, was rapidly transforming into a beast, representing animality.

Those in power are not beings that ordinary humans can contend with. Even the faintest glimmer of their power or the echo of death can easily corrupt and assimilate these fragile creatures.

Without even exchanging a glance, the crow was plunged into a life-or-death situation simply by the other party's "call".

She used both sedatives simultaneously, one plunging directly into her carotid artery and pushing it all the way in, while the other was inserted into her thigh.

The empty syringe wasn't wasted; she used it to puncture her eardrums.

The intense pain temporarily brought her back to her humanity.

The rapidly acting tranquilizer temporarily dulled her senses.

In addition, due to hearing loss, the whistling sound temporarily became barely audible.

But these are not the only threats crows face.

The first thing the original coiled beast Leoz did after breaking free was to maneuver its body and swoop down towards the crow.

He would never allow anyone to disturb the sword again, and most importantly, to disturb the sword's owner.

Unfortunately, His authority had been almost completely burned away, and His power was almost entirely gone, so He could only resort to the most primitive means to intercept Him.

A snake, as thick as a bucket, lashed out like a whip, crashing down on the hunter who was climbing the corpse.

However, such wide-ranging attacks do not pose any effective threat to crows, which are known for their agility.

However, the attack effectively hindered her progress.

That was all Leoz intended.

The countless tiny, hair-like snakes thrashed wildly, poking their heads out in the direction of the hunter, their whistling growing louder and louder, all focused on the hunter sweeping forward.

Even though it had already deafened itself, the crow could not help but hear that deadly whistle again.

After all, this sound doesn't just resonate on the material level.

The familiar tingling and itching sensation returned.

But the hunter knew there was still hope.

Faced with the enemy's whipping blows again, she did not choose to dodge this time, but instead jumped high and took the initiative to meet the attack, presenting herself to the enemy's attack.

As expected, her petite body was instantly sent flying, the sound of bones breaking almost continuous.

But that's what the crows did.

Following the force of the blow, she threw herself towards the giant sword like a moth to a flame.

Since this flame could burn an ancient god to the brink of death, it could theoretically burn away the corruption it had inflicted.

Of course, it's also possible that she might be burned to ashes along with it.

But the crow was willing to gamble, and besides, compared to being eternally trapped in this endless nightmare of reincarnation, death and annihilation might not be such a bad thing.

"Bang!"

Her head slammed heavily against the sword, almost producing a clanging sound like metal striking metal.

Upon impact, a burst of flame erupted from the sword, engulfing her completely.

Pain, an unexpected and excruciating pain, struck like a tsunami.

But the hunter, who was in so much pain that she almost lost control of her bladder, felt only relief. After all, she would rather be corrupted into a non-human monster than suffer.

The spreading flames scorched the 'beast,' causing it to scream and howl, as if its indestructible scales had no effect whatsoever.

As always, this flame does not burn matter, but targets the interior, causing only 'real damage'.

The crow, leaning against the holy sword, was so overwhelmed by the intense pain that she could barely think; she felt herself completely 'burning'.

As a Yharnam hunter, she was naturally very sensitive to blood.

In just a few breaths, she realized that the blood in her body was burning and evaporating rapidly.

Suddenly, she realized that the flames were burning away all the power belonging to the 'Ancient God' within her body, thus purifying the pollution.

Purify all the pollution imposed on the concept of 'human'.

However, flames are not holy light, and the purification process is not so gentle. In fact, in just a few breaths, half of the blood in the crow's body had evaporated. The severe blood loss made her face as pale as paper. If it weren't for the tenacious will she had honed in countless battles, she would probably have already fallen into a coma.

But she still mustered all her strength and frantically rammed her head against the holy sword.

Each impact sent out rings of fire from the sword, scorching her and the 'beast' that was now unrecognizable.

But the 'beast' that had inherited the original coiled beast Leoz was exceptionally tenacious. It stubbornly withstood wave after wave of damage and scrambled away as it fled out of the crater.

'I can't let it get away like this,' the thought surged through the crow's mind as it teetered on the brink of collapse.

Who knows what kind of impact a 'descending' superior will have on this world?

But her body was also nearing its limit.

Having already suffered a blow from her opponent, most of her ribs and sternum were shattered. The burning flames had also consumed a large amount of her life force. If her body had not undergone countless 'blood healing' enhancements, she would have died long ago.

But at this moment, this body, riddled with holes, was on the verge of death.

With its bloodshot eyes barely able to see, the crow, watching the blurry image frantically fleeing outwards, could only resort to its last trump card, hoping for the best.

"【Lord of Eternal Flame】"

She murmured with difficulty.

"[Lord of Eternal Flame]!"

She was screaming wildly in her mind.

"We beseech you to lower your gaze, to bestow your power, and to look upon this place..."

The crow is a traditional hunter who trusts only his own body and the weapon in his hand.

But this did not prevent her from having some understanding of the power of 'arcane'.

This power originating from Byrgenworth is essentially about communicating, understanding, and harnessing the knowledge and power represented and radiated by the "Great Beings" existing in higher dimensions of the universe.

Later, through the development and expansion by the "Chorus" and the "Mensis School," it became a theory that could barely be considered complete.

Of course, using it requires extremely high 'insight', and given that this power is closely linked to 'higher-ups', only a very small number of hunters choose to use it.

Arcane power does not originate from spells or one's own mana like magic does, but rather from external sources, from those sublime and terrifying beings outside the hunter himself.

The process of casting 'arcane' is the process of communicating with and connecting with these great beings.

Although the raven has not made any significant contributions to arcane magic, it has a general understanding of how it works.

At the very least, she knew that those 'great beings' dwelling in the stars could be summoned and attracted by human words and actions.

Chapter 819 A Sweet Dream

Therefore, what she is doing is obvious.

She was trying to call upon the Lord of Eternal Flame.

Normally, if there is only one title, no imagery, no concept of this title, and no specific understanding of this superior, then the crow's prayer cannot be linked to [the Forger] Jiang Bing.

But coincidentally, she was leaning against this huge 'antenna', which was six or seven meters high and made of creation crystals.

This was naturally intentional on the part of the crow, and it was planned from the very beginning.

After all, the use of 'arcane' requires a tangible object related to the summoned to connect with it; the scholars of Byrgenworth call it 'medium'.

Following this line of reasoning, His weapon would obviously be an excellent 'medium' for contacting this 'Lord of Eternal Flame'.

As the crow predicted, things turned out just as it had.

Before her sanity completely collapsed, a soft "Eh" suddenly rang in her ears from a distant place.

The next moment, the sky cracked, the sun and moon hung upside down, and a pair of golden eyes that could blot out the starry sky were reflected on the crow's bloodshot eyes.

Endless streams of light, like heavenly fire descending from the sky, transformed into a golden hand that grabbed the frantically fleeing 'beast' in its palm.

Refined in an instant!

The crow finally succumbed to her fears and fainted, but before she completely lost consciousness, she vaguely saw a white rainbow descending from the sky towards her.

She then fell into a deep sleep.

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Eileen hadn't had such a peaceful sleep in a long time.

In the past, she was reluctant to go to sleep, after all, endless nightmares dominated her dreams.

Thick, sticky blood, omnipresent malice, and fragmented, chilling whispers filled her dreams; sleep could not provide her with any real rest.

She couldn't rest for long either; each time she fell asleep, she could only take a short nap before waking up from nightmares.

But this time she slept very comfortably, her dream filled with nothing but pure golden light, and she slept soundly until dawn.

She lazily opened her eyes, but what she saw was not the rooftop or the night sky of Yanan, but a vast, boundless sky bathed in a soft glow of honey and amber.

There was no sun in the sky, but its light permeated everywhere, gentle and constant, with occasional wisps of golden clouds drifting by, like the warm breath exhaled from the heavens.

She then realized that she was sleeping on a grassy field.

This is a vast expanse of golden grass, swaying gently in the silent breeze, emitting a soothing, faint fragrance of herbs.

Compared to Yharnam, which is shrouded in darkness, stained with blood, and decaying, this place is so beautiful it's like paradise, like God's promised land on earth.

As Eileen felt the tranquility, the tension in her hunter nerves gradually eased. She lay back down in the grass, listening to the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, and for a moment she was lost in thought.

"you're awake?"

Until a gentle female voice sounded from above her head.

Eileen stood up instantly, tensing her body and becoming fully alert.

The hunter's hunting instincts returned to this body, and the hunter raven was reborn.

She instinctively reached for her Blade of Mercy at her waist, but her hand found nothing. She then realized that her armor had been replaced with a smooth and comfortable plain linen casual outfit.

Eileen could only turn her attention to the young woman standing in front of her.

Her gaze lingered briefly on the other person's unusual white hair and the scar at the corner of his eye, before finally settling on the pointed horn atop the head of a magnificent horse behind him.

Compared to the woman who had spoken earlier, she was clearly more interested in this creature that resembled a unicorn.

But she still asked, "Who are you?"

"I?"

My name is Aktalanti.

To the crow's great surprise, the soft female voice that had spoken earlier actually came from the large unicorn.

"You...you can actually talk?"

The seasoned hunter was unusually surprised.

The white-haired woman frowned, her facial expression suggesting she was asking her companion, "Is this person an idiot?"

The unicorn didn't try to explain why it could speak, but continued, "Now that you're awake, let's go."

"Where are we going?" Eileen asked warily, watching the other person closely.

"Go to His palace"

"Who?"

The unicorn rolled its eyes in a very human-like manner.

"Who? You called out to Him so loudly before, and now you're asking who it is?"