The Creators: From Night City

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"The Cursed One!" The transformed spirit, scorched by the golden flames, was so terrified it almost broke its voice, but it quickly discerned the true nature of the flames, which were not the same as those of the Lord of Humanity—the ruler of Holy Terra.

Although the price of this answer is its entirety.

"No, it is not Him. You are no one. You are change, a completely new change, a change that has never happened before."

The spirit of change became increasingly agitated, rolling around in the flames like a masochist.

It is very difficult for a normal person to get valuable information out of a warp demon, especially from Tzeentch, who is most skilled at lying and deception.

So Jiang Bing simply 'ignited' the other party, letting its material universe form and the origin within the subspace turn into a ball of flame, which was then completely burned into nothingness.

This was Jiang Bing's first time actively interfering with the subspace. Although this shapeshifting spirit was just an insignificant ordinary minion among the trillion shapeshifting spirits under Tzeentch's command, its complete annihilation would one day be noticed by the Lord of Change, who was in charge of change and knowledge.

After all, the process of burning the other party into pure aether with etheric fire is essentially a process of plundering from the warp.

The loss of energy will inevitably leave traces, and it's only a matter of time before they are discovered.

Compared to this, he could not tolerate this shapeshifter returning to the subspace carrying information about him. Therefore, simply killing its physical form was not enough; he also had to annihilate its origin in the subspace.

This means that whatever he wants to do, he has to speed things up.

Dorria finally recovered from her trembling state, but her fragile spirit was still inevitably corrupted by the warp demons, and her expression visibly withered.

This is the root of the empire's strict defense against these dark sides of the world.

Born from the sea of ​​human subconsciousness, warp demons are born with a special attack on souls. Ordinary people risk being corrupted even if they only see a glimpse of a powerful being.

Even the knowledge associated with it is 'toxic'.

"What is that?" the hunter asked, still terrified.

"Transformation Spirit" Jiang Bing flicked out a wisp of golden flame, shooting it into the opponent's body and constructing a cognitive-related 'filter' that saved the opponent from a state of corruption.

"A servant of a certain evil god."

"Oh my god!"

The series of shocks undoubtedly shook the worldview of this native of Chaodu.

Although there are a considerable number of religions in the Underworld, and many psychics with some skill pretending to be gods and ghosts to deceive and swindle for personal gain, the oppressive feeling brought by a true demon is incomparable to that of the aforementioned charlatans.

"By the Emperor above, Your radiance envelops me, granting me the ability to think rationally. Do not doubt, for humanity will endure forever."

Despite its thousand flaws, the corrupt, bloated, and rigid state religion of the human empire still has some redeeming qualities.

The hunter's emotions quickly calmed down in sync with the prayer.

Jiang Bing could only increase the density of the 'filter' to intercept the other party's faith midway.

Being noticed by the Emperor is just as difficult as being noticed by Tzeentch.

The two continued onward, following in the footsteps of the noble procession. Involving the treacherous relatives' schemes, Jiang Bing was undoubtedly more curious about their destination.

"Is that demon dead?" On the way, Doria finally couldn't help but ask.

"Completely dead," Jiang Bing replied, as he was perusing the information about the Transformation Spirit being burned by the Aether Fire.

"You...you are a pastor of the state religion?"

Jiang Bing couldn't help but look into the other person's 'wise' eyes. The combination of one white and one gray eye was very similar to a classic screen character named 'Great Wisdom'.

"Speak less, watch your step more," Jiang Bing's answer was unusually clear.

The temporary squad returned to silence.

This shapeshifter burned a lot of things, but very little of it was useful.

Aside from the hidden flaws of a certain Astartes chapter, the techniques of many transformations, a small amount of knowledge on the application of psionic energy, and a considerable amount of forbidden rituals and knowledge on corrupting souls, such as the "Sevenfold Whisper" corruption program and the "Carlos Fool" illusion ritual, there was only a few scattered pieces of information about the present, but it had already benefited Jiang Bing greatly.

First of all, the appearance of the iron-chewing scorpion and the mutant was not an accident. If Jiang Bing, this 'outsider,' hadn't suddenly intervened, the two would have run into this noble team head-on.

It is foreseeable that the three parties will engage in a fierce battle on the spot upon meeting, and the outcome is self-evident.

Sir Helsar, who suffers a pyrrhic victory, will 'coincidentally' run into the junkyard owners where the shapeshifters reside.

In the eyes of the generally immoral and energetic gangs of the Underworld, a seriously wounded nobleman was no different from a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Continuing this line of reasoning, the coffin-shaped static field device produced by the Cult of Machines would fall into the hands of the Transmuter.

The contents inside will naturally fall into the other party's control.

As for what was inside, Jiang Bing didn't burn it out, but the answer wasn't hard to find.

In addition, he also gleaned the name of the mastermind behind this grand plan from the ashes left after the other party was burned.

Tzeentch the Great Demon – 'The Ever-Changing Young Master'

The craftsman fell into deep thought for the first time in a long while.

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The Colonus Expansion District is located on the outskirts of the Calicius Sector. It is a newly developed sector of the Empire that has only recently acquired a mature and systematic management framework and has experienced several hundred years of rapid growth.

The Calissis sector is considered a remote border region of the Empire, while the even more distant Colonus Expansion Zone is considered the Empire's frontier.

The industrial world of Vessos, located in the fifth sector of the Kronus expansion, is a bustling city-state.

Vessos is a rocky planet where geological activity is nearly dead, but resources are not yet exhausted. Its surface is covered by endless giant honeycomb cities, crisscrossing networks of pipes, mines tens of kilometers deep, and vast deserts of industrial waste.

At the heart of its planet stands a colossal hive city on the earth, named Aikandorsol, meaning 'miracle'.

In the upper reaches of the Alcandor Sol hive, in the manor district of the Licaran noble family, artificial gardens flourish.

The warm artificial sunlight shines on this colorful garden, the trees sway their leaves, the butterflies flutter their wings, everything is beautiful.

A luxurious Macurag blanket was draped over an old man, shielding him from the still chilly artificial spring breeze in the garden.

“Patriarch, our ‘blood scouts’ have discovered that the head of the Hersa family recently led a group of people to the bottom nest in secret.”

The old man lazily curled up in the rocking chair, his languid voice almost inaudible, but the supreme power of the head of the Karilan family made the messenger willingly kneel beside him and listen attentively.

"Let him go, everything is going according to plan," the old man said calmly, toying with a chain of nine blue beads in his hand.

The servant, having received the order, respectfully took his leave.

A tall, handsome man took the opportunity to approach the old man.

"Domitian, where is your sister?" the old man asked, opening his eyes.

“Who knows, Father? That idiot Clarissa might still be ‘playing’ with her slaves.” The ninth son of the family skillfully smeared his rival.

Just as the old man was about to speak, one of the beads on the chain in his hand suddenly shattered without him noticing.

This sudden turn of events caused the old man to open his eyes wide in surprise.

Chapter 942 The Legacy of the Pioneers

A short while later, Clarissa arrived late.

The corset with metal chains made her figure look exceptionally alluring, and her narrow eyes always gave her an eerie feeling.

As soon as "Father" Clarissa stood still, she hurriedly explained why she was late.

“A riot broke out at Factory No. 27 in Zhongchao. I was still organizing the suppression when I received your summons.”

This noblewoman was not as ladylike as she appeared; her beautiful face always carried an inescapable air of bloodshed, and the bloodstains on the hem of her skirt indicated that she was not a person who followed the rules.

"Domitian, Clarissa, the two most outstanding heirs of the Calilan family, I will give you each a glorious test."

With the help of the levitation machinery, the old man rose from the rocking chair. His frail body was so heavy, for it contained the power of authority.

"And the victor will take over the position of patriarch of the family."

The brother and sister exchanged a glance, devoid of intimacy, only filled with a cold hatred for each other, wishing the other would just die already.

"Thousands of years ago, our ancestors came here and brought humanity and the spark of hope to this planet and to this region of the stars."

A thousand years ago, a group of wandering merchants arrived here after a perilous 13-year voyage, marking out a region outside the empire's borders and, incidentally, bringing this planet under the empire's rule.

"In this unknown star field filled with alien realms, abundant mineral resources, several stable subspace routes, and scattered human settlements, seven major families, including the Carilan family, fought, pioneered, and built for the Empire, ultimately winning another victory for the Empire."

"Countless lives were sacrificed to ensure the survival of our family."

The old man took a weak breath, but continued giving his instructions.

"But the Empire has never known our origins, nor how we survived in this dangerous star system before the Empire arrived."

"We are the descendants of the original seven pioneer peoples, whose ancestors left us their precious war legacy within this planet. That ancient creation contains immeasurable power and once protected us on this planet."

"The patriarch of Helsa has gone to the burial ground of his ancestors, and I need you to retrieve our lost power from our ancestral lands before the next meeting of the Spire."

"Whoever completes this task will be the next head of the Carilan family."

The brother and sister, who were only superficially close, accepted the task without exchanging a single word. After a deep look at each other, they quickly went their separate ways.

"The plan has undergone new changes."

A gentle breeze suddenly stirred in the quiet garden, carrying distant whispers.

"Hamdori failed. It failed to obtain the Herza family's 'relic' as expected and instead destroyed itself. There is no longer any echo of it in the High Heaven."

"Is the Great Demon of the Cursed One here?" Another aged voice came from the wind.

“There is no trace of that disgusting power in the High Heavens,” a third voice joined the discussion.

"It might be those who have been called."

"The nearest Astartes is also half a star system away."

"Exorcism of the Dead Zone?"

"Maybe it's those disgusting soulless people."

One voice after another emerged, eight voices chirping and chattering together, the noise blending together like a flock of chicks squealing at the same time.

'This is not perfect after all,' thought the ever-changing young master.

That's enough!

It finally stood up straight, its empty eyes shimmering with a dreamy, crystalline luster.

All discussion immediately ceased.

“Small changes are harmless, everything is still in the plan, and our Lord will surely appreciate the wonderful sacrifice we offer Him.”

Eight voices then simultaneously sang a prayer, their different tones—male, female, young, and old—blending together to create an eerie melody.

"Think long and you will want to know; know many things and you will thirst for more; only the wise, the cunning, and the extraordinary can keep you from being troubled."

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"Everyone gets tired."

Doria thought to herself.

She gasped for breath, her lungs, riddled with holes from the toxic gas, rattling like broken gongs, and a sticky, rusty taste rose in her throat.

"So, could it be that he's no longer human?"

Doria thought to herself.

Jiang Bing, who was leading the way, suddenly turned around, as if he had heard her delusions.

The female hunter was startled and almost coughed. Feeling guilty, she quickly changed the subject.

"The Black Ink Pit is just ahead. It's a bottomless pit. Could that be their destination?"

We will get the answer.

The bottom nest of the nest is buried deep underground, but no one knows where the bottom of the bottom nest is.

Even the native creatures that have lived here their entire lives wouldn't dare say they've ever reached the very bottom of the nest.

Caves, nests, fissures, faults—all sorts of strange and wonderful caves are scattered underground, and the deeper you go, the thicker the darkness becomes and the more complex the dangers become.

No one knows whether the dark hole hides a broken tunnel boring machine, a giant mutated worm, or an evil cult with heretical beliefs, or a bottomless crack formed naturally.

But there is no doubt that the noble procession at the front had a clear purpose, and they proceeded without hesitation.

The road is becoming increasingly difficult to travel.

The long trek was too much for the hunter to bear. Her heavy breathing sounded like a broken bellows. Although she stubbornly gritted her teeth and tried to persevere, her body, on the verge of collapse, could not defy the laws of physics due to her willpower.

Her will was still not strong enough.

Just as she was wondering if she would be abandoned, a metal can was suddenly thrown at her by her employer.