The Creators: From Night City

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The custom of using flesh and blood to make 'wet parts' has a long history. 'Machine servants' are not only used in production and daily mechanical maintenance, but the high-ranking members of the Machine God Cult at the Great Sage level generally have millions of 'machine servant' private soldiers, which are called 'Cult Guardian Army' to protect their most precious wealth - knowledge and the world of forging.

Such a blasphemous act is hardly considered a sin in a human empire whose territory spans the entire Milky Way.

There are many things that are more blasphemous, more insane, and more evil than this.

For example, the small 'Thinker Array' that the golden flames are currently spreading into.

Dozens of still-physiologically active bodies were confined in specially made petri dishes, connected to each other by thick tubing.

Their brain neurons intertwine to form a powerful biological computer, and a vast amount of data and knowledge is stored in their brains, with the vibrant brain tissue providing powerful computing capabilities.

The Mechanicus Cult has mastered the art of treating humans as animals.

Enduring the nauseating sensation of golden flames surging through flesh and mucus, Jiang Bing's high-dimensional authority had already infiltrated all of the other party's machinery halfway through the transaction.

“This drinking water, blessed by the god of all things, is not considered precious; after all, it belongs to the realm of narrow pleasures.”

"Compared to sacred machinery, it is merely a dispensable seasoning, so the price I have given is already very fair."

Although this 'mechanical priest' spoke with a tone as cold as a machine, he was as shrewd and calculating as the most seasoned merchant when it came to bargaining.

Ultimately, the deal was settled for a semi-new "God-like" infrared sensor enhancer, three anti-explosive stun grenades, two basic standard-type bullets, a bulky and heavy "pressure-sensitive explosive spear," and five "high-density energy blocks."

Of course, this was just the bargaining chip on the surface. In secret, the defector mechanical priest named 'Fabricator-Unit-ξ' had given up all his accumulated wealth. His sacred mechanical servants and the knowledge he had acquired over the years had been destroyed by Jiang Bing in the blink of an eye.

Watching the two walk out of the trading hall, 'Fabricator-Unit-ξ' directed 'Servant No. 13' to collect the traded goods, while he slowly walked back into the workshop.

The machine he had gradually pieced together over decades emitted a long, persistent hum, with thick tubing wrapped around a massive and perfect mechanical device like blood vessels. The difference in style between the two was so great that it was like mistletoe parasitizing a pure and flawless gem.

Amidst the hum of the energy stabilizer and the rhythmic ticking of the servo system, the former 'tech priest' hiding in the bottom nest began his 52312th energy injection.

Under the watchful eye of the god of all machines, sacred binary language flowed from his brain, converging into a small array of thinkers underground, where it was stored alongside the first 52311 experimental logs.

"Experiment log entry 52312"

Date: Undetermined. According to internal timekeeping, the following standard Terran time has elapsed since the defection: 17 years, 4 months, 08 days, and 11 hours.

Executor: Former Mechanic, now known as "Karrys the Seeker"

Experimental subject: STC fragments of "Holy Relic-Delta-7"

Experiment objective: To attempt to parse its basic architectural logic on the 52312th attempt.

……

The lightweight head-mounted monocular system exuded a mechanical beauty. The hunter put it on her eyes as soon as she stepped out, and after confirming that it was working properly, she put away this 'ticket' to the Dark Nest.

"Can we set off now?" Jiang Bing urged, flipping through the topographic map of the 'Mao' nest from 'Fabricator-Unit-ξ'.

"Of course, but we need to go back to the meeting point before that."

The female hunter returned to the base simply to keep the spoils of the trade.

Those five 'high-density energy blocks' were a fortune that she, a lowly garbage collector, could never even dream of.

It's unclear how Doria did it, but after waiting a few minutes in Anvil Square, two deformed children suddenly appeared from somewhere unnoticed.

"Keep it safe and give it to Granny Olya." Doria stuffed the money she earned from risking her life into the other woman's arms.

She also carefully wrapped up the infrared sensor enhancer and handed it to another child.

The three whispered among themselves for a while, and the two deformed children secretly glanced at Jiang Bing standing to the side. Then, carrying this astonishing fortune, they darted back to some unknown corner.

"Let's go." After finishing these tasks, the female hunter finally felt at ease and took the initiative to lead the way.

Once outside the gathering point, the light from the industrial promethium torch quickly disappeared completely behind the two of them.

In the darkness, Jiang Bing, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

"So you knew you were going to die."

Chapter 936 An Unusual Battle

The female hunter froze, almost falling to the ground.

"You were eavesdropping?"

Jiang Bing used his cane to clear away the floating debris in front of him, making his journey through the wastewater smoother.

"Don't misunderstand, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose. It's just that you were talking too loudly, and I happen to have some sensitive hearing."

The female hunter expressed skepticism about this claim.

However, there is no evidence.

"So, how did you know you were about to die?"

The huntress turned her head and continued leading the way.

"None of your business"

“I am your employer now. You can’t take my money, make arrangements for your funeral, and then prepare to die peacefully on a mission,” Jiang Bing asked, tapping the water’s surface with his cane.

"As a person, you should at least have some integrity."

The female hunter turned her head and stared intently at Jiang Bing with her deformed eye.

"I will take you to your destination." She stared at Jiang Bing for a while, and finally chose to coldly utter these words.

"Excellent!"

The bottom nest is like a cesspool, no, the bottom nest is a cesspool, and a cesspool where maggots hide in the excrement.

Although the two were following the same old path that Doria often took, they still couldn't avoid running into danger head-on.

Squashing, screams, gasps for breath, and the sound of knives and axes piercing flesh suddenly came from ahead.

By the time Doria realized what was happening, it was too late to escape.

Sludge mixed with toxic waste flew everywhere as a giant beast, resembling a scorpion but the size of a small farm tricycle, dug its way forward, completely oblivious to the two innocent passersby in front of it.

The hunter's expression changed.

"Iron Scorpion, run!"

But how can two legs outrun an opponent with more than ten legs?

Doria could only stumble and fall to the side, hoping that the fleeing monster would ignore her.

She succeeded. The strange physicist, whose shell was covered in wounds, ignored her and only cared about escaping.

However, the hunter overlooked one problem during the crisis.

An existence that can make such a ferocious behemoth only care about fleeing for its life is even more deadly.

As the female hunter, who was crawling on the ground, raised her head, her vision suddenly blurred, and a sharpened metal rod suddenly appeared in front of her. The sharp spearhead was less than a fist's distance from her nose, and it was still trembling slightly, as if it still had some strength left and wanted to continue to advance so as to penetrate into the warm flesh and bones.

However, such an attempt is nothing but a futile struggle when held in the palm of one hand.

"The people here don't seem very friendly," Jiang Bing remarked.

The female hunter was panting heavily, her blood vessels in the back of her head throbbing, and her chest was pounding with anxiety. Only now did she belatedly realize what had happened.

He had almost had his head pierced by that iron spear just now.

The person who saved her was her mysterious employer standing beside her.

A roar, both human and beastly, rang out, causing the huntress's expression to change drastically.

Within seconds, a large group of people surged out of the passageway ahead and surrounded the two of them.

"Damn it, it's a mutant tribe!" Doria immediately raised her gun, cold sweat pouring down her back.

"They don't look like normal people at all." Jiang Bing had already lowered his definition of a human being quite a bit, but he still couldn't convince himself that the group of big guys in front of him belonged to the category of human beings.

Nuclear radiation, toxic substances, strange metal pollution, psionic energy, subspace, plus a few spoonfuls of natural selection and survival of the fittest, all mixed together, created these mutants.

They could only be described as having a rudimentary human form.

Their deformed bodies were covered with blisters and tumors. None of their limbs were in their proper places; some had extra arms and legs, while others were displaced in different directions.

In order to survive, these mutants are generally very tall and muscular, and their hands and feet have also shown a certain degree of 'atavism'.

Even the skull shape, which the empire had designated as a symbol of human purity, had undergone drastic changes. Judging solely from their appearance, Jiang Bing could only say that they were not close to monsters, but far from being human.

However, these mutants were all wearing simple armor and carrying various weapons.

Although these armors, made from scrap metal plates mixed with plastic and leather, look quite ugly, their defensive capabilities are not compromised at all.

The sharpened metal rods in their hands, heavy weapons used to crush people, also possessed lethal killing power.

In terms of their ability to use tools, they should indeed be classified as human.

However, they have long lost the ability to communicate normally, and their chaotic thinking is closer to that of wild beasts.

Without any intention of communication, the group of mutants launched an attack the moment the encirclement was formed.

A mutant with unusually large arms ran, causing the ground to shake, like a flesh-and-blood tank charging towards the two.

Without hesitation, Doria pulled the trigger, and the automatic gun immediately roared wildly.

You can say the Empire of Man is bad, but you absolutely cannot say it's weak.

While this highly modular firearm has many drawbacks, its advantages are also exceptionally obvious.

Easy to repair, robust and durable, and exceptionally powerful.

Jiang Bing hadn't been in this world for long and hadn't seen many guns or other weapons, but every single one of them was incredibly powerful, pushed to the absolute limit, as if the designers of these weapons had initially targeted a heavily armored tank as their enemy.

Even the most common automatic guns have a caliber of 9.25mm, which is the caliber of a heavy machine gun in the 21st century.

Flames spewed wildly, briefly illuminating the dark passageway.

Bullets the thickness of an index finger struck the mutant's raised arm, blasting out bowl-sized holes in it.

However, bullets strong enough to pierce steel plates could not penetrate the opponent's body. This flesh-and-blood tank braved the storm of bullets and charged right up to the two of them.

A hand the size of a door slammed down on Jiang Bing's face, but it could only slap across his cheek in vain, instead delivering its own head to Jiang Bing's hand.

With the target delivered right to his doorstep, Jiang Bing smoothly inserted the iron rod through the opponent's chin into their skull, easily piercing the skull.

Feeling the iron rod return to him, Jiang Bing couldn't help but frown.

Golden light shone from behind the mask, and the dim world instantly sank into a deeper shade of gray.

He expanded his vision because something was very wrong with the battle just now.

Jiang Bing used his reputation as a 'craftsman' to guarantee that the firearms in Doria's hands were powerful enough to turn the opponent's limbs into a pile of minced meat. However, the bullets strangely failed to achieve the expected damage to the opponent, and their power was more than 30% less than he had estimated.

However, the bullet that missed its mark struck the wall, but in his 'perception', its power was not diminished.

At the same time, his melee weapon attacks were not weakened in any way.

This is not normal!

It was as if the laws of the world had been distorted.

The answer is revealed from a higher-dimensional perspective.

Those mutants charging with melee weapons were covered by a thin layer of blood mist invisible to ordinary people. The bullets were strangely weakened the moment they hit the mist.

This mist also originated from the void surrounding Jiang Bing and attempted to spread towards his body, but it was continuously burned and purified by the etheric fire.

Only then did he realize the truth.

So it was you who did this.

Khorne!

Chapter 937 The Four Kings of Warhammer IRS

The subspace is a collection of the emotions and spiritual power of all higher beings in the universe. Beings in the material world constantly interfere with and change the subspace through various emotions.

Among the many negative energies, four types of negative energy were particularly large, and they quickly converged in the boundless subspace, sublimating into the incomparably powerful Chaos Gods.

Khorne was a deity that symbolized war and violence.

He represents uncontrollable belligerence, mindless madness, and a sea of ​​blood engulfing the battlefield.

Just like the 'craftsman' who represents the concept of creation, he is the embodiment of all these concepts, including war and violence.

He has an uncontrollable thirst for blood, and anyone who wields a weapon and kills in his name will be favored by him.

Of course, he would also favor slaughter, fighting, killing and rebellion that were not carried out in his name.