The Creators: From Night City

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"If there is anything I, this echo from the distant past, can do to help you, please do not hesitate to ask."

Queen Ya Nan responded to Jiang Bing's question with a respectful expression, while blood seemed to flow endlessly from the wound on her abdomen.

“I am looking for ‘Odon’, for the ‘higher sage’ revered by the Sumerian civilization, and for the superior bloodline of ‘Mego’.”

“But He is too good at hiding, so I need some ‘contact’ so that my ‘hounds’ can find His hiding place.”

Jiang Bing placed the empty baby basket in front of Ya Nan and explained his plan.

"After finding Him, what do you, the great Queen Yanan, plan to do?" Queen Yanan turned her head slightly, choosing not to look at the small baby basket.

"Seize Him, kill Him, obliterate Him"

"Whoo~"

The unmarried queen looked up at Jiang Bing's face, then quickly lowered her head again.

The blazing flames nearly burned her to a crisp.

But only such a fire that extinguishes all things can completely annihilate those non-human beings.

"Is that so? I understand," the last queen said softly.

She dragged her long dress, slowly turned her back, and lowered her head.

Accompanied by suppressed agonizing cries and heavy, labored breathing, she cradled a mass of flesh in her hands and gently placed it into the cradle before her.

His hands, stained with blood, trembled slightly, and the metal splints binding his wrists were also covered in blood.

"This is the womb that gave birth to 'Mego,' still bearing the filthy traces of His forced union with me. I believe it should be able to help you."

Chapter 841 Unexpected Developments

Filled with deep hatred, the last queen of Sumeru bowed humbly to Jiang Bing once again.

What do you want?

Jiang Bing noticed the hesitation on the other person's face and asked directly.

"Yarnan, I beg you to send down your flames and set me ablaze. Eternal death is the reward I crave."

Jiang Bing eventually granted her wish.

A tiny flame appeared before the last queen who had brought an end to Sumeru.

Bloodstained hands eagerly embraced it, holding it close to their chests.

She bowed to Jiang Bing one last time to express her gratitude, then bowed her head and prayed silently, waiting for the flames to ignite.

Until her death, she never said anything more. Why did she choose to commit seppuku? Why did she risk angering 'Euton' and risk the destruction of the Sumerian civilization to kill the divine child in her womb? Why was she dressed in a wedding gown? And why were her hands bound like a sinner? She did not choose to tell her about her hatred or her past, but instead chose to let it perish with her.

To be honest, Jiang Bing has burned too many people since he lit the furnace, and this is the first time he has felt unwilling.

Jiang Bing did not utter another word until the flames consumed the other person.

He simply picked up the baby basket and boarded the train home.

It's time to put an end to this farce.

…………

The wars between gods are, most of the time, not like those of mortals who wield swords and fight with fists and feet.

That would seem low-class.

The clash of authority, the crushing of status, and the annihilation of energy are the mainstream fighting methods.

However, this does not mean that fists, feet, and swords are not effective.

Even gods are not stones; they can feel pain if hammered and die if stabbed.

'Odon' felt like he was about to die, about to be hammered to death by the other's fists.

Golden flames 'forged' chains that bound the god, and creation runes representing 'binding' obtained from the primordial coiled beast were inscribed on them, along with other creation runes with concepts such as 'weakening', 'strengthening', 'powerful', and 'sealing', binding this formless and intangible god tightly between the stars.

He was forcibly demoted, pulled from his formless and intangible state into the material world by Jiang Bingzi, and forcibly given a tangible form.

It was an enormous, constantly rotating vessel made of pure, pale blood and solidified silver sound waves.

It floats in the starry sky, upside down, with the rim of the cup facing downwards, as if ready to pour out everything within it at any moment.

The cup is not a solid object, but rather blood that is constantly flowing, congealing, and reconstructing. Countless prayer lips and listening ears appear and disappear on its surface, making it appear both eerie and sacred.

But a kick to the heart made the scene as laughable as a street brawl.

The golden greatsword slashed horizontally and vertically, relentlessly attacking the opponent as if chopping minced meat.

But 'Odon's' screams sounded like some kind of holy hymn, or rather, it was His way of retaliating.

In the vast starry sky, an indistinguishable "Ouden Hymn" echoed continuously, its sound waves constantly disturbing Jiang Bing's massive body and causing a large number of flames to be extinguished invisibly.

But none of this could stop Jiang Bing's relentless attack.

The two gods tore at each other in the cold dream, inflicting countless wounds on one another.

Jiang Bing only attacked and did not defend, thoroughly implementing the strategic policy of "you fight your way, I fight my way," and ignoring the opponent's attacks.

'Odon' poured blood from the cup, which turned into whips and spears made of congealed blood crystals, piercing the burning giant in front of him with countless holes. However, Jiang Bing did not care at all, and just wielded the [Dictionary] to carefully chop the dumpling filling.

The flames gradually seeped into the opponent's body during such an attack.

The silver and blood-red hues of the large 'Odon' chalice were soon enhanced with a striking orange-yellow.

But this was not Jiang Bing's ultimate goal.

He mixed more and more flames into the opponent's body, and all the power that was implanted into the opponent's body would become the anchor point for him to bind the opponent.

One golden chain after another was 'forged' and bound the opponent tightly.

Sensing something was wrong, the 'invisible god' released terrifying sonic waves powerful enough to shatter the starry sky, but could only shatter one chain after another in vain, only to be entangled by even more chains.

He was like a ball of yarn that was being constantly tangled up, and Jiang Bing was sealing him with chains layer upon layer.

As a top-tier being among the 'superiors,' and with his special authority, 'Odon' is, frankly, much harder to kill than the original coiled beast.

Jiang Bing could only grab him for now, pack him up temporarily, and put him in the stove to simmer over low heat.

Even after the other party was completely sealed, the 'Ancient God of the Moon' did not show up, which greatly disappointed Jiang Bing, who had been on guard.

The 'fishing plan' has failed.

What surprised him even more was yet to come.

When he sent Raven and his two companions to Yharnam again to search for the Hunter Factory and Gehrman, the three hunters brought back a very outrageous message as soon as they landed.

Ya Nan's 'moon' has disappeared.

In other words, the 'Moon Goddess' saw that things were not going well and ran away with her bucket.

All I can say is that he's a cunning old man who's used to spying from the sky.

With one of the two most powerful ancient gods fleeing and the other sealed away, the main body of the dream instantly became empty.

Of course, this is equivalent to the main dream falling directly into Jiang Bing's hands. After all, no fool would be so reckless as to try to usurp someone else's place at this time.

You really could get beaten to death.

However, this has also created a tricky problem.

Without the support of two powerful 'superiors', the dream of 'Yaran' inevitably collapsed.

After all, even if the two 'superiors' do nothing, a considerable part of the dream world's energy supply depends on them, especially the Moon God, whose own dream authority is the cornerstone pillar for building and maintaining the entire dream world.

Without routine maintenance, the Dream server can still run for a while, but insufficient energy supply will definitely cause it to shut down due to power outages.

Once the server is shut down, the data on this server will definitely suffer massive loss, including the human souls imprisoned in the ancient god's dream.

In the end, Jiang Bing had no choice but to reluctantly take over the maintenance of the entire 'Yanan' dream world. Before he could even enjoy the convenience, he had to bear the huge 'electricity bill' with tears in his eyes.

Fortunately, I finally got my hands on this youth version of 'Little World', along with hundreds of thousands of '99% new' souls that girls use themselves.

It was a small profit.

Jiang made his judgment with tears in his eyes.

He doesn't have the same desire for "reproduction" as the "Ancient Gods," nor does he need to use despair, death, or other means to force the souls in the dream to produce the resources for reproduction. However, he also doesn't need to spend a lot of ether to restart the entire dream.

Chapter 842 Hunter's Dream

For him, studying the underlying logic of this dream is the most important thing, but he doesn't mind doing some good deeds in the meantime.

After all, his sense of responsibility prevented him from ignoring the continued descent of humanity within the dream world.

It is imperative to set things right!

So he connected 'Rumi' into 'Yanan's' dream, sighing as he threw himself into the tedious and troublesome finishing work.

First, he must reclaim the authority that the Moon Goddess had discarded.

The First Hunter's Workshop has long been abandoned, or rather, abandoned.

As the core area for forging hunter equipment, its location is extremely secluded and remote, which meant that it remained untouched by humans for a long time.

Today, an uninvited guest arrived at the workshop.

Jiang Bing gently pushed open the workshop door located in the deep well and walked along a stone passage into a secret place located in the semi-open mountainside.

The dark workshop was dilapidated, but the space inside was surprisingly spacious, more like a courtyard than an underground space.

This is indeed a courtyard nestled inside a mountain.

A thin mist shrouded the stone path, and beside a dilapidated hut stood a broken tombstone.

'German's grave?' Jiang Bing wondered.

He stepped forward and wiped the dust off the surface of the monument, revealing the inscription on the back.

'Maria the Hunter of Cainhurst'

Jiang Bing shook his head and gave up on the lonely tombstone.

He walked into the dilapidated workshop and saw collapsed bookshelves, dusty workbenches, and an umbilical cord that shone with an unusual light in his eyes.

This is the lost authority of the 'higher ones,' the authority that is solidified within their 'dead' offspring.

This thing was a priceless treasure to someone like Master William who longed for a 'promotion,' but to Jiang Bing it was like a stubborn stone carelessly discarded by the roadside.

Sparks ignited, burning the spiraling umbilical cord to ashes.

He received the source of the umbilical cord from it—Kosna's unborn child.

But these are all minor details, not worth Jiang Bing's attention.

Finally, he found his target in a corner of the workshop.

A life-size doll lying in a corner.

This is a classical-style female doll, exquisitely crafted, showing the maker's dedication, but for some reason it was abandoned here.

She sat there leaning against the corner of the wall, her exquisitely sculpted gemstone eyes staring blankly at the ground in front of her, so realistically depicted that it seemed as if she were truly in a daze.

Compared to the third umbilical cord, which was imbued with the power of the 'superior,' this puppet was a mere mortal, but the thoughts condensed on it, almost tangible, were exactly what Jiang Bing needed most.

The creator of this doll was Gehrman, the first hunter in Yharnam's history.

The names of the dolls are also quite amusing.

'Maria'

It matches the tombstone outside the house.

It is also the key for Jiang Bing to unlock the 'Hunter's Dream' built by the 'Moon Goddess'.

Jiang Bing gently touched the other person's face, closing those beautiful gem-like eyes.

In an instant, the world spun around, and the stars shifted.

"Welcome, distinguished guest."

As Jiang Bing stepped out of nothingness and landed on the ground of 'Hunter's Dream', a gentle and sweet female voice rang out.

The puppet appeared vividly before Jiang Bing, as if it had foreseen his impending visit.

The 'Hunter's Dream' is almost identical to the abandoned workshop, with the same terrain, the same style of huts, and the same stone-paved roads.