The Creators: From Night City

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This hot-tempered man's brutality and anger did not change based on whether someone was friend or foe. He always watched every massacre and atrocity with joy and equanimity. Whoever fought well, fought skillfully, or fought brilliantly would be rewarded and blessed by him. Whether someone was friend or foe was not that important to him.

He and his fanatics shared the same modus operandi: 'I only want to kill you all, or be killed by you all.'

Therefore, it is not surprising that this group of mutants who only know how to fight and kill could gain his favor.

After all, even Jiang Bing was showing signs of being entangled by this force.

Khorne's Blessing can reduce the ranged damage received by the recipient, simply because he prefers close-quarters combat with its bloodshed.

To avoid being exposed in the subspace too early, Jiang Bing did not use his true power, but simply used brute force to deal with it.

But this made the scene even more bloody.

Jiang Bing's kick to the enemy's thigh, delivered by a counter-attack, severed the enemy's leg. The subsequent flip kick turned the enemy into a rampaging truck, smashing the target and several mutants behind him, causing them to suffer broken bones and tendons.

The deformed head only took a light punch from Jiang Bing before exploding into a shower of blood and flesh.

No matter how the opponent resisted, that body, harder than steel, was no different from a sand fortress under his fists and feet; it would all crumble in an instant.

Doria blasted a bloody hole in an enemy's chest with a precise three-round burst. Before she could catch her breath, she noticed two enemies wielding crude metal shields rushing towards Jiang Bing from both sides.

The shield was very rudimentary, made from metal plates that the mutants had dismantled from somewhere. They had simply welded a handle onto it and used it, with jagged metal burrs on the edges.

The deformed shields were covered with grotesque spikes, and the bloodstains on them told the story of their past exploits.

Before the female hunter could even warn them, she watched helplessly as Jiang Bing punched the two burly men, each with a shield and a man, straight through the chest.

Doria, who had worked in a factory for several years as a technician, almost fainted on the spot when she saw this scene. You should know that the two mutants were holding 13mm thick level 2 standard titanium steel plates. These are usually used in factories to process tank external armor plates or combat vehicle shells.

Is there a disintegration field installed on this 'craftsman's' fist?

A dozen or so burly, fully armed mutants, capable of chasing away iron-chewing scorpions in a panic, didn't last ten seconds against Jiang Bing.

Even so, Boss Jiang almost scared his temporary employee to death.

The foul-smelling sewage was stained with blood and entrails, and the corpses of the mutants piled up like mountains, rapidly generating a strange aura.

The rust-red mist spread silently, and the power of the Blood God Khorne, following the memes of concepts, descended upon the battlefield.

It wasn't that Khorne had cast his gaze upon this place, but rather that the concepts of battle and carnage that arose here subconsciously stirred his power.

The Blood God is formed from such power, and because of this power, he can draw power from any concept involving war and killing.

His existence is like the IRS (Internal Revenue Service) in the United States. Whether you are engaged in normal business activities such as working a regular job, setting up a stall, opening a shop, speculating in stocks, or running a transportation business, or you are involved in drug trafficking, smuggling, human trafficking, prostitution, fraud, or even money laundering and other shady activities, as long as you have income, you have to pay taxes.

Similarly, in this world, whenever there is fighting and killing, no matter who it is, he will take a cut.

Of course, he is a god born from the Warp, and can only draw power from beings closely connected to the Warp. He cannot choose to engage in the killing and war created by unregistered individuals like Jiang Bing, or those who are Warp insulators known as 'soulless'.

He is a lawless madman.

Perhaps the battle ended too hastily, and the process did not suit Khorne's tastes. In addition, the loss of a dozen or so lives was too insignificant in the war-torn galaxy. The rust-red mist seemed to have lost its source and quickly dissipated on its own.

Blood stained the gray robe red, and the pile of flesh and blood formed a dam in the water, raising the foul-smelling water slightly.

Doria clutched the automatic gun tightly in her arms, her black and white eyes staring at Jiang Bing with extreme horror.

"Your Majesty, who exactly are you?" the huntress asked haltingly.

Jiang Bing casually turned to the side in response.

The other person gently flicked a finger stained with an unknown substance, signaling her to calm down, then pointed to her ear, indicating that she should try to listen carefully.

Jiang Bing's extraordinary senses led him to discover some interesting things.

Doria was very puzzled by Jiang Bing's actions, but before she could voice her questions, a rumble of thunder came from the darkness in the distance like a tidal wave.

In this network of interconnected pipes, the sound waves generated by the explosion are trapped and reflected by the pipe walls, and then continue to propagate a considerable distance within this enclosed space.

"Someone's behind us?" Doria frowned deeply.

"Of course, judging from the gunshots, there was more than one person," Jiang Bing added immediately.

The gunfire grew increasingly rapid, and the explosions continued unabated.

"They seem to be exchanging fire with someone right now, such fierce firepower." The huntress's face scrunched up as she listened to the continuous gunfire.

"This level of firepower is probably only something that the security garrison troops stationed at the base can produce, but they generally don't come down to the base."

"Could it be those noble gentlemen from the upper class?" Doria speculated, a possibility that made her face turn pale.

"That big scorpion," Jiang Bing suddenly said with absolute certainty.

"This group wasn't very lucky; they ran right into that iron-chewing scorpion."

"That's wonderful!" Doria thought of this too and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's hurry up and leave, lest we run into them."

The female hunter took off running, turning a corner in an instant and making her escape.

But after waiting for more than ten seconds, she came back, staring suspiciously at Jiang Bing who was standing still, and called out, "What are you still standing there for? Let's go."

Jiang Bing waved to her and turned to walk in the direction from which the explosion had come.

He discovered something very interesting.

Just now, an unfamiliar psionic disturbance erupted from the distant battlefield and then spread out.

That power, imperceptible to ordinary people, was as conspicuous as a streak of fire in the night in Jiang Bing's high-dimensional 'vision'.

Among the group of people behind them was a psychic.

A psionicist who has undergone formal training and is skilled in using their own psionic energy.

This immediately aroused Jiang Bing's great curiosity.

Chapter 938 The Battle of the Psionicists

The golden eagle emblem on the scepter gleamed in the lightning, and Linda Jeria struggled to calm herself, drawing power from the ethereal warp with practiced ease.

A bright arc of electricity burst forth from her hand, leaping and tracing a winding path through the air before striking the giant scorpion's hard armor, erupting with blinding plasma.

The lightning didn't cause much physical damage at its point of impact, but the iron-chewing scorpion let out a bloodcurdling scream, its dozen or so sharp, segmented legs twitching wildly and meaninglessly before it suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Psychic power is a combination of magic and physical attacks, and that lightning bolt was not just a simple high-voltage current.

"Fire!" the squad commander yelled into the communications channel.

Light explosive rounds were fired from the barrel, striking the chitinous shell mixed with metal, exploding into bursts of fire and spraying out clumps of bone fragments and blood sludge.

Nine fully armed noble guards instantly transformed into a crescent formation, switching from a guard to an offensive column, making it easier to unleash firepower on the aliens.

"The plasma cannon is fully charged," a soldier in heavy combat armor reported to his superiors.

The heavy rapid-fire cannon in his hand, entirely silver-white and shimmering with dazzling plasma, was already glowing with a blinding aura, signifying that this loyal heavy weapon could unleash a scorching and deadly plasma burst at any moment, annihilating the heretics before it.

Although the explosive shells were originally developed to deal with large-sized enemies, the light explosive shells used by the Guards were not heavy enough to cause fatal damage to the massive Iron-Chewing Scorpion due to recoil. The scorpion's chitinous carapace was mixed with a large amount of metallic elements, making it as hard as tank armor.

Of the equipment they carried, only the plasma cannon could inflict sufficient damage.

"Wait for me to make my move," Linda said, ignoring her own heavy breathing, as she continued to channel her spiritual energy.

Psychic power is different from magic; it can manifest various supernatural phenomena in the material world according to the user's talent and practice.

Manipulating bioenergy and physiological processes; controlling substances such as fire, lightning, and temperature; manipulating the physical world with the power of thought; using psychic energy to transform mental power into objective force; striking enemies with mental energy; creating invisible force field shields; even tearing apart reality; covertly contacting and manipulating the thoughts of other beings; predicting the future, etc., are all things that psychics can do.

The Empire of Man uses a 24-point scale to determine and measure an individual's relative psionic power.

Alpha (α) is theoretically the highest, while Omega (ω) is theoretically the lowest.

Ordinary people's psychic talents are generally ranked between 16 (π) and 17 (ρ), while those with talents below 9 are basically people who can only unconsciously manifest their abilities, or whose psychic abilities are so weak that no one except the Inquisition can detect them. In most cases, such people are generally considered not to be worth receiving Imperial psychic training and are not valued by the Imperial's hidden psychic management department. However, since they also have the possibility of being possessed by demons, those who are unfortunately exposed usually get a one-way ticket to the Golden Throne, are taken away by the Black Ships, and are sacrificed to the Star Torch in order to extract a little value.

Those psionicists at the talent levels of 7 (Ita η), 8 (Sita θ), and 9 (Yota ι) are qualified to be called true psionicists.

With minimal professional training, these three types of psychics can learn how to use their psychic powers to manifest in the physical universe and control their mental abilities to interfere with reality.

Linda is an Ita-n level psionicist.

However, she does not serve the Empire, but rather is a 'private advisor' to a hive noble.

Amidst the constant sounds of gunfire on the battlefield, the psionicist suddenly closed his eyes.

Psychic energy originates from the subspace and is undoubtedly a spiritual energy. When Linda closed her eyes and gave up the most prominent way of observing the material universe—sight—her perception of the subspace was greatly enhanced.

The vast subspace encompasses everything, but the cautious Linda still only carefully takes a tiny fraction of it.

A vast amount of mental energy spread outwards from her location, sweeping over all the allies present before precisely framing the soul of the Iron-Chewing Scorpion.

"Now!"

The psychic energy surged forth like a flood, firmly suppressing the weak mind of the Iron-Chewing Scorpion. In the material universe, this manifested as a brief disconnect between the scorpion's body and consciousness.

The explosions and shouts gradually faded away from Linda. The severe loss of mental energy inevitably caused cracks in her mind, the price of which was that noisy and fragmented murmurs occupied her entire mind.

Her mind involuntarily slid towards chaos. Even without the special corruption of warp demons, the information erosion from the omnipresent ocean of consciousness in the warp was enough to affect the psionicist's thought process.

She felt her consciousness being drawn by an invisible force, inevitably ascending towards the highest realm.

She was surrounded by a soft, sticky murmur, these indistinct and incomprehensible whispers like maggots clinging to her bones, trying to assimilate her.

Her soul was itching.

Fortunately, she was already used to this feeling.

"Oh, the emperor of mankind,"

Please look upon me with your kindness.

Watch over your servants and warriors.

Please protect me in this danger.

As Linda silently recited the prayer she had repeated countless times in her heart, her consciousness was able to solidify in the process.

In a daze, she seemed to see a thousand feet of golden flames appear beside her, and a pair of golden eyes projected from afar, landing on her body.

That gaze was like a blazing ember, as if it wanted to burn her soul to ashes. But it was because of this that she couldn't help but shudder, pulling herself out of the chaos.

In an instant, Linda's eyes filled with tears.

"By the Emperor, praise be to you, for your holy gaze is upon your Lamb, protecting me from all evil."

She opened her eyes with some difficulty and involuntarily looked in the direction from which the grand gaze came, only to see a dirty corner.

The sewage flowed silently, and the dark, damp bottom nest was like a wet blanket wrapping her up.

The indifference of the real world left Linda feeling somewhat lost and disheartened.

After turning the corner, Jiang Bing lowered the cane that had been used to block Doria from peeking out, and couldn't help but admire the psionicist's keen senses.

Just now, she was in a state of 'sympathy' and almost noticed Jiang Bing's spying.

Or rather, the other party should have realized it, but there was obviously some kind of misunderstanding.

This psychic mistook Jiang Bing for the human emperor, given the striking similarity in how their powers manifested.

After all, the entire universe knows that the human emperor's psychic energy is pure gold, like the purest gold.

"Strange, why are these noble lords, who are enjoying their good fortune, coming to the bottom nest?" Doria muttered to herself, pulling her head back in confusion.

"How do you know they come from the upper echelons?" Jiang Bing asked.

The female hunter couldn't help but give Jiang Bing a look that said he was an idiot.

"Didn't you see their full-body armor? Even mid-level hive commanders can't afford armor of that caliber."

"Besides, did you see that person at the back of the line, the one next to the iron coffin? His armor is obviously high-end, maybe even a relic. Only a great noble could afford that."

Doria led Jiang Bing out and secretly pointed out her discovery to him.

Sure enough, at the very back of the group stood a figure clad in precision-engineered power feedback armor.

Beside him, a very heavy coffin floated silently, its surface inlaid with a huge golden eagle symbol, and its sides were carved with gear skull symbols of the Mechanicus, indicating that it was the work of the Mechanicus.

Chapter 939 Hersa Dorvan's Ambition

"Tell me, what's in that tin coffin?" The hunter was completely oblivious to the saying that curiosity killed the cat.

After all, she had never seen a cat before, so it's understandable.

"It's better if you don't know," Jiang Bing said succinctly.

"Pah, just like you know, I think it's definitely a corpse inside, not some living saint."