The Creators: From Night City

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Gaius patted his closest companion to soothe his emotions, then took out precious healing items and fed them to him.

“My all-out charge with Ulan was blocked by him with his bare hands. That man’s strength is even greater than Lord ‘Holy Lu’.”

Messermo brandished his broadsword and nodded.

The other party successfully piqued his interest.

…………

The Shadow Tree truly lives up to its reputation as the opposite of the Golden Tree. Compared to the beautiful scenery of the Yatan Plateau, the environment at the foot of the Shadow Tree is indescribably harsh.

The land was covered in mud and silt, which was full of negative energy and emitted a smell that living beings instinctively loathe.

Countless withered, emaciated, and gnarled dead trees grow in a ring around the enormous Shadow Tree.

Bubbling sounds rose from the yellowish-brown, turbid sewage, which was completely devoid of any bright color.

Of course, this excludes the pure white area under the 'Shadow Tree'.

"elder brother!"

The thrill of being born with twins made Marlenia gasp in surprise even from a distance.

Meanwhile, the young demigod, who had also sensed something, looked back at the three of them.

He first waved to stop the attack attempt of a deformed sunflower-like plant behind him, then rode forward to meet the three.

The spirited horse with its long horns moved with a light gait, and the divine figure on its back was equally elegant and handsome.

Having freed himself from the constraints of his physical body, Michaela appeared incredibly holy. He sat barefoot on horseback, a white gauze dress surrounding his flawless face, making him radiant and glowing.

"Marlene, what are you doing here?"

Michaela's voice was very soft, with a touch of youthful sweetness, and her tone was full of astonishment.

"I've been looking for you, brother. I've been following you all the way from the borderlands to here." Marlenia was visibly happy, almost bursting into tears.

Michaela was still quite petite, but his eyesight was exceptionally sharp.

Before Lingma even got close, he had already noticed the strangeness about Marlenia.

"Marlene, the crimson decay on your body~"

“This is all thanks to His Highness Sabur,” Marlenia introduced Jiang Bing to her brother.

Michaela turned her gaze to Jiang Bing, who looked unremarkable, but the moment she looked him in the eye, she suddenly pulled on the reins and lurched backward.

"An Outer God?"

"An 'Outer God' who has descended to the border region in his true form?"

"That's impossible. No Outer God can directly descend to the border region."

Michaela was unusually surprised.

“The difference between people is sometimes greater than the difference between a person and a dog, and the difference between gods is the same,” Jiang Bing explained, spreading his hands.

"I don't want to argue with you in this cesspool."

Jiang Bing pointed to the 'Shadow Tree' behind the other person, then pointed to Marlenia, stating his intentions bluntly.

"Once I find your brother, our agreement will be settled."

"I don't want to get involved in your family affairs. You two can catch up wherever you want, just don't stop me from burning the trees."

"You must burn down the Shadow Tree!"

Michaela's reaction was particularly intense.

"What, has something gotten in the way of your plans?"

Jiang Bing looked at Michaela, whose figure resembled that of a child, and suddenly reached out his hand as if he had remembered something.

"Give it to me?"

Michaela was puzzled by Jiang Bing's series of actions, but fortunately, Marlenia had already snuggled up to her brother in a familiar and affectionate manner, telling him everything that had happened after her disappearance.

Of course, there's also the great rune that she arranged to give away.

Jiang Bing was about to ask Michaela for the Great Rune again when he noticed that the giant demonized 'sunflower' that Michaela had been communicating with suddenly raised its face, and then, as if sensing its natural enemy, it suddenly contracted its body and burrowed into the ground amidst the splashing mud.

"We have guests! How rare!" The voice arrived before the person.

'The Piercer' Messermoto, holding a ball of flame, stepped into the swamp following the sound.

All the decay and filth evaporated rapidly under the flames, and the originally muddy swamp was instantly baked into a hardened path by the high temperature.

A pair of red and yellow eyes glanced at the four people, especially Michaela and Marlenia, their thin faces full of surprise.

“It is strange that my mother’s descendants would come to this barren land, but they are doing so secretly. It seems that you have not obtained her permission.”

“Messermo!” Michaela was extremely wary of this 'piercer'.

The solitary deity suddenly extended three snow-white arms from beneath the white veil, drawing a bow with one hand and nocking arrows with both arms. The arrowheads radiated a certain purple light and were suddenly aimed in the direction they were in.

Marlenia, as if familiar with the routine, stood in front of her brother, her prosthetic knife hanging low on the ground.

“Ah, what an enviable brother-sister relationship.” Messermo’s words carried a hint of sarcasm and a deeper, hidden reminiscence, indicating that he had overheard quite a bit of information.

Without any hesitation, he raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at the crowd.

"This is forbidden territory, a place even you cannot set foot in. Come back with me obediently and await your mother's punishment."

As he spoke, two red snakes poked their heads out from behind his head, flicking their tongues and observing the group.

"Marika is dead, completely dead, utterly and utterly annihilated."

Jiang Bing suddenly interrupted.

"Outrageous! You slander the immortal gods! You deserve to die!"

The Shadowlands were completely concealed from the border by Marika using the Shadow Tree, and the effects of the broken magic ring and the burning golden tree did not reach this place at all.

After all, the people here do not feel the blessings of the Golden Law.

But Messermo's forceful questioning lasted less than three seconds before the evil serpent reaching for Jiang Bing's face was suddenly startled, darting back behind him as if it had swallowed a mouthful of sulfur, causing his face to change color abruptly.

The person is definitely dead.

The divine ritual sword was pulled out of the void by Jiang Bing and displayed in front of the opponent.

The surging power of the magic ring caused both Messermo and Michaela to change color simultaneously.

"But I didn't do it. The ring and two fingers are the real culprits. I won't take the blame for this."

However, the 'piercer' had already bent over, watching Jiang Bing with full vigilance.

As one born under a curse, Messermo actually has a congenital disability; his eyesight is extremely poor.

Fortunately, the 'evil serpent' that coexists with him can act as his eyes and ears, providing him with another perspective.

Because of this, by getting too close with the winged serpent, Messermo inadvertently 'saw' part of Jiang Bing's true nature.

What kind of being are you?

Chapter 904 The Serpent of Evil

"Existence with a strength of 192.3".

Jiang Bing glanced at it in the air, then suddenly gave an answer that no one understood.

Everyone was confused, but it didn't diminish Jiang Bing's own joy.

Messermo held the broad-bladed piercing spear level, and flames suddenly erupted several meters high from his right hand: "No matter who you are, you cannot take away the mission my mother gave me, an outcast unblessed by gold."

He pointed his spear forward, risking his demigod honor, and declared war on Jiang Bing in full view of everyone.

"People in border areas are mostly suffering from serious illnesses," Jiang Bing sighed sincerely.

They are deaf to reason, refuse to listen to advice, and their heads are like spaghetti mixed with No. 42 concrete. They all do their own thing and are extremely self-centered.

Of course, it could also be because in this world of constant warfare, their habit of using force to express their stance is deeply ingrained and ingrained in their very being.

Without a word, Messermo chose to step forward and draw his gun.

To be honest, this was not at all unexpected by Jiang Bing.

The spear, shaped like a lance, was wielded by this 'Son of the Serpent' like a long sword, slashing down from mid-air. The red flames in his hand clung to the spear, swirling endlessly, forming this jumping and slashing combination technique.

In terms of martial arts, Messermo is an extremely powerful warrior. His martial arts skills are 'divinely bestowed' and have reached their peak over time. His skills are in no way inferior to those of the exceptionally talented 'Starbreaker General' Rataen.

In terms of combat experience, he led the "Expeditionary Force" to slaughter most of the horned people and their worshipped gods, the "Divine Beasts," in the entire Shadowlands, winning this "Holy War" through boundless slaughter and hundreds of life-and-death battles.

In terms of law (power), he has the divine blood of Queen Marika flowing through his veins, burns with the 'unquenchable giant flame,' and is accompanied by the 'lightless winged serpent.'

With all these powers combined in one body, Messermo can certainly be called a powerful pentagon warrior.

He's only a tiny fraction short.

In contrast, his opponents...

He has been in the industry for a full two and a half years. Before his debut, he had never even killed a chicken. He is humble, virtuous, and knowledgeable in all aspects of life. His only outstanding skills are in terms of "numerical skills" and "creativity".

But that's enough.

High-end professions often focus only on the most basic core competencies.

Jiang Bing grabbed the downward-slashing spear, and with a force as strong as a mountain being moved, he pulled the weapon from his hand.

The immense force instantly turned the opponent's palm into a bloody mess. The already slender, snake-like arm creaked from the impact, as if it would break at any moment.

For a soldier, having his weapon taken away in battle is essentially a direct insult to his face.

But Messermo had no time to savor the insult.

Burning Flame's right hand was gripped tightly by another Burning Flame's palm. The immense, unimaginable force swung him around like a rag.

As time passed, the two clashed almost instantly.

The battle ended with Messermo affectionately kissing the foul-smelling mud.

next moment.

A massive amount of sludge was blasted into the sky by the explosive red flames, and the incessant evil god's flames suddenly burst forth from Messermo's limbs and bones, corroding all matter like a demon.

Michaela, his two companions, and their horse retreated frantically.

The fiery bud, blooming like a world-destroying red lotus, only had time to fully open for a moment before a figure crashed through the petals formed by the flames and shot directly into the sky.

Then a cold glint appeared, and the spear, flying at high speed, generated enormous wind pressure, directly dispersing the flames.

Messermo's heavy body flew hundreds of meters before crashing heavily onto the massive shadow tree trunk, creating a dent several meters in diameter.

A hole of this size is insignificant to a giant tree with a diameter of hundreds of meters.

However, the demigod's formidable physical strength and the support of the opponent's idealistic power prevented the 'piercer' from dying on the spot.

But the spear that followed, crackling with lightning, pierced his chest and pinned him firmly to the tree.

Despite the severity of the injury, not a single drop of blood flowed; the pierced chest was filled only with endless darkness and desolation.

"what"

The demigod, with broken bones and tendons, struggled to lift his head.

"What a hopeless opponent."

With two fingers broken, his right hand trembled as he reached for his right eye. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, instead of trying to pull out the spear from his chest, Messermo gouged out his right eye, which shone with the golden blessing of gold.

"You deserve my all."

The golden light of the law flowed endlessly within the exquisite eyeball, like the most precious jewel. With just a slight exertion of his finger, the lifelike prosthetic eye shattered into countless fragments.

"Forgive me, Mother, but for your great cause, the seal must be broken."

As a child of Marika, Messermo was also born with the curse of the Outer Gods. An inextinguishable flame resided within him, and a bottomless abyss resided deep within his eyes. To prevent corruption and depravity, Marika personally crafted eyes formed from blessings and bestowed them upon Messermo to suppress the lightless serpent of the abyss and the inextinguishable flame.

As the eyeball shattered, the restraints binding the other's body simultaneously collapsed.

The scarlet flames roared up as if hundreds of tons of gasoline had been poured on them, burning away the opponent's magnificent armor and revealing its red body, which resembled snake scales.

The shadow tree was ignited in an instant.

Meanwhile, the winged serpents that coexisted with Messermo also unleashed their power, becoming enormous, like flexible tentacles, and worked together to pull him out of the Shadow Tree.

Just as Malenia, who bloomed the flower of corruption three times, became the goddess of corruption, Messermo, who voluntarily broke the seal and embraced his own inner essence, instantly became a terrifying being known as the 'Serpent of Evil'.