The Creators: From Night City

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The two had now gone deep underground, and the surrounding environment had changed from metal pipes to large areas of exposed rock.

This signifies that the two have reached the true bottom of the nest.

"Have a drink," Jiang Bingdao said. "If you die here, I'll really lose out on this deal."

The bottle cap was opened, and a grassy scent that Doria had never smelled before wafted out of the bottle.

She sniffed greedily; in the stuffy, murky air of the nest, the smell was so captivating.

Without the slightest hesitation, the female hunter poured the liquid into her mouth. Just as Jiang Bing had said, she was about to die and had no worries about the other party having any ulterior motives.

The somewhat viscous liquid entered her mouth, and a slightly astringent and bitter taste spread across her tongue. Then, a sweetness she had never experienced before suddenly burst forth. The rich vitality made her feel as if she were in the most lush natural world of a garden. As she swallowed reluctantly, a cool sensation spread from her ulcerated stomach to her limbs and bones.

The lungs that had been aching, the joints that were constantly throbbing, and even the weak heart seemed to be injected with new fuel and were rapidly regaining their vitality.

The heavy feeling of impending death gradually faded away, and the dense, dark clouds overhead seemed to be rapidly dissipating.

Doria's eyes widened, and she abruptly turned to look at Jiang Bing, as if gazing upon an emperor descending to earth.

"Forget about those stories in the state religion's sacred texts about living saints bestowing holy water. This stuff is just pure herbs and has nothing to do with any of those mystical things."

Doria's legs went weak when her thoughts were read, and she almost knelt down before Jiang Bing.

Even though we are now in the 4th year of the human calendar and our technology has advanced to the point that human footprints can be found all over the Milky Way, every single subject of the human empire is superstitious.

After all, the emperor, this living god, is right there in front of us.

Chapter 943 Pioneer Base No. 4

The "Black Ink Pit" is a bottomless pit.

As a unique geological structure naturally formed on this planet, it resides at the bottom of the Nest City, containing all filth.

A massive amount of toxic substances were released through the terrain into this fissure that seemed to reach deep into the Earth's mantle, disappearing into the profound darkness.

Toxic green smoke billowed and enveloped the entire Black Ink Pit. The toxic gas from the fermentation of this massive amount of toxic waste was extremely concentrated. An ordinary person only needed to smell it or have it come into brief contact with their skin to immediately obtain a one-way ticket to meet the God Emperor.

The members of the Guards squad are all equipped with military protective gear, and their full-face masks are enough to allow them to survive briefly in the green hell.

"They just went down like that?" Doria exclaimed in surprise as she fell behind.

"I see," Jiang Bingze said with an expectant smile.

Having followed each other all this way, the two naturally had no intention of giving up and followed each other down.

After descending several hundred meters, following the traces of the other party's activities, the two found a hidden passage in the wall of the black ink pit.

This passage is hidden deep underground in darkness, and ordinary people would hardly notice it if they hadn't known about it beforehand.

The passage was initially extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. After walking several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

The rock walls of the passage gradually become smooth and flat, clearly showing signs of human excavation.

Continuing forward, a large number of typical technological creations appeared on the walls—lamps.

Perhaps the arrival of the guards activated some kind of program, for these lamps, whose age is unknown, are now shining.

The two who had been following them used cover, while the dog peeked furtively ahead.

A large gate blocked Sir Helsar's path, and his guards were also stopped before the dusty, massive door, unable to advance an inch.

The door was very heavy, and instead of the imperial eagle emblem painted in the center, it featured a logo of a spaceship orbiting a star.

Even from a distance of a hundred meters, Jiang Bing's eyes still allowed him to clearly see the nameplate under the gate's logo.

Xingzhi Group.

A deep rumble echoed from within the mountain, and with the arrival of the group, some dormant consciousnesses underground were being awakened.

'Pioneer beacon detected, locating target'

The cold, mechanical statements originate from a pure, synthesized, neutral voice.

The voice was breathless, unpaused, and devoid of emotion. Its constant pace and clear, evenly distributed syllables made the guards instinctively tighten their grips on their weapons.

Along with the cold voice, what was awakened was the enormous door and several rows of dark laser emission arrays.

A silver streak flashed across the door, and amidst the continuous hum of mechanical operation, a scanning device, unlike the bulky and crude style of the current human empire, emerged, projecting a light screen. An invisible force field drove away all the foul air there.

"Please verify your access permissions." A cold, mechanical voice continued to ring out as the laser emitter continued to rotate.

“Don’t panic,” Sir Helsar reassured over the communication channel.

He seemed to have anticipated this.

The giant coffin that had been hovering beside him crashed to the ground, and the gears representing the Cult of the Machine God suddenly began to spin incessantly, pulling the coffin lid open to both sides to reveal the complex mechanical structure inside.

Countless power lines, gears, and sophisticated mechanical parts create a visible energy field that constantly shines with white light.

'Static position'

Jiang Bing, the stalker who had been following them all along, only glanced at it and, as expected, confirmed it.

Similar to the stasis field technology derived from the death space, this stasis field hidden in the coffin also has the effect of slowing down time inside the field.

However, as the pinnacle of technology from humanity's Dark Ages, Sir Helsar's use of this stasis field technique was more sophisticated and powerful.

It can be kept on continuously and can almost completely freeze time within the field, thus perfectly preserving items within the field.

The peculiar device located in the static position is an amniotic fluid chamber about twenty centimeters in size.

The amniotic fluid chamber, with its distinctive Martian style, is forged from dark adamantite and black iron, and its surface is covered with etched binary prayers, gear patterns, and the gear and skull emblem of the Mechanicus.

These patterns are not decorations, but runes used to appease the 'machine spirit'.

A thick, slightly curved olive-green observation glass was edged with copper and sealed with wax, bearing the purity certification mark of the Mechanicus.

Suspended within the light, tiny droplets of sacred oil, nanoscale repair robots, and amniotic fluid-like liquid imitating pheromones glowed with phosphorescence.

"The last bloodline of the Hertha family," Sir Hertha murmured to himself with a complex tone.

The loyal machine relayed his whispers back to Jiang Bing, who was not far away.

The amniotic fluid chamber, which was more than 20 centimeters high, was held up by the patriarch of the Herza family. Its unique shape made it look like he was holding a black iron shrine with a miniature base.

Under the silent gaze of everyone, the amniotic fluid chamber was placed in the position in front of the door.

Amidst flashes of light, the amniotic fluid chamber, resembling more of a shrine than a life support device, slowly rose into the sky.

That cold, emotionless mechanical voice rang in everyone's ears once again.

"Genomic match 99.7%, negligible degenerative mutations present, identity confirmed, security check passed."

The heavy doors slowly opened, revealing a futuristic-style hall to everyone.

A pale white light gradually brightened, stretching into the distance.

"Welcome to Pioneer Base 4," a gentle female voice announced over the loudspeaker.

The stunned crowd turned their attention to Sir Helsar, who finally couldn't contain his excitement and retrieved the amniotic fluid capsule that was floating in the air, taking the lead and entering the cabin.

The huntress was completely stunned. Everything that was happening before her eyes was beyond her comprehension. After all, in the closed lower levels of the hive, jobs were hereditary, but knowledge was controlled.

She had never even seen the sky, let alone the advanced technological creations in front of her that clearly belonged to the dark ages of humanity.

So she couldn't help but turn her gaze to Jiang Bing, who had become the backbone of the group.

"Let's go," Jiang Bing tapped his cane and casually stepped out from behind the cover.

We've arrived at our destination, so why bother hiding anything?

Even though this place has been closed for thousands of years, the smooth mechanical floor remains as clean as ever, without a speck of dust. The advanced materials science from the dark age of technology fully demonstrates its power to withstand the test of time.

"This is the great creation of the gods, an ancient weapon of war, a power that can bring us back to the pinnacle of power."

Sir Hertha's impassioned voice echoed from the cabin ahead.

Jiang Bing, leaning on his cane, swaggered in.

Dozens of rows of humanoid machines, each over two meters tall, stood neatly arranged in the hall, gleaming with metallic luster under the light, while their black and red faceplates exuded a chilling aura.

"Stop your nonsense! Do you know you almost got fed into the Warp? Tzeentch is already coming after you, and you're still dreaming?"

Chapter 944 Other Beings in the Base

Tzeentch is a god, and ordinary people who recite His name will inevitably be known by Him, just as believers who constantly chant "The Emperor is above" may indeed be spied on by weasels.

Fortunately, Jiang Bing is no ordinary person.

"Who are you?" The sound of gun bolts being pulled back filled the air.

"And another thing," Jiang Bing said, tapping the robot standing beside him with his cane, sounding exasperated, "do you even know what this thing is? All you do is use your strength to do whatever you want."

"You're thinking of using these high-tech engineering robots to fight wars? Do you even know how wasteful that is?"

Jiang Bing was furious; this cesspool-like world was suffocating him.

Life support pods were turned into artificial wombs, and highly sophisticated engineering robots were transformed into killing machines. Everyone constantly spoke as if they were emperors, their benevolent gaze fixed on them, yet their thoughts turned to how to kill more effectively.

Of course, what he couldn't stand the most was the bottom line of human nature in this world.

There are no moral boundaries in this world.

Although he remembered Warhammer as incredibly foul-smelling, he never expected that actually being there in person would be so unbearably pungent.

Jiang Bing's reprimand did not bring Sir Hersar to a sudden change of heart, but instead earned him a dozen or so miniature bombs.

However, these free bombs failed to hit their intended targets, flying a distance in vain before crashing into the silent engineering robots.

The power to blast through steel failed to leave even a scratch on the robots' outer armor, silently demonstrating the immense strength of technology from the pinnacle of humankind.

The armor of these guards was indeed very tough. One of the soldiers was kicked by Jiang Bing and flew up to the ceiling more than ten meters high. When he landed, he was almost crushed into mincemeat, but his breastplate only had a footprint mark on it.

Jiang Bing picked up the static force field device that supported the artificial womb, and with a flick of his wrist, swung it into a whirlwind slash, instantly killing several unlucky guards.

However, these guards were the core elite of the Hersar family, each of them having experienced decades of combat and possessing rich combat experience and military skills.

A burst of violent plasma rushed toward Jiang Bing's head, while two flashbangs were simultaneously launched.

The tactical goggles of the guards were equipped with strong light shielding, so flashbangs had no effect on them.

Of course, it had no effect on Jiang Bing either.

So, as the female hunter in a corner covered her eyes and groaned, Jiang Bing threw the heavy steel coffin directly at the psionicist who was charging up his power.

"Buzz!"

The engine roared to life.

A fine gold chainsaw sword roared wildly. The commander of the Imperial Guard had clearly undergone considerable physical modifications. Holding the heavy chainsaw sword, he could still sprint at a speed of 100 meters per second, rushing towards Jiang Bing as if he were a tree to be sawed down.

The arm that was about to strike down was gripped tightly by a hand. Jiang Bing's strength was so great that he tore off the opponent's fingers that were resting on the chainsaw sword.

But the moment the chainsaw sword was in Jiang Bing's hand, it suddenly and strangely stopped spinning. A certain will within the weapon suddenly became active, resisting Jiang Bing's actions through this behavior.

So this is what 'Machine Soul' is.

With his mind racing, Jiang Bing's hands moved without stopping.

Whether the chainsaw sword spun or not was irrelevant to him. With a power beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, Jiang Bing treated this well-preserved chainsaw sword as a blunt weapon, instantly piercing through its armor and turning its original owner into a bloody mess.

Jiang Bing held the sword with one arm, using the corpse as a shield to block the second plasma attack. Then, he slightly turned his head, dodging a winding bolt of psionic lightning without even blinking, and casually drew his sword and swung it out, killing the remaining enemy wielding the plasma cannon in a very undignified but violent and efficient way.

Linda, surrounded by a storm of psionic energy, had already pushed her psionic energy to its limit.

The second bolt of lightning, like a silver snake, snaked out from her palm, but Jiang Bing, who was walking towards her, dodged it by sidestepping.

The third lightning bolt was dodged by turning his head.

The fourth lightning bolt was dodged to the side.

Linda changed tactics for the fifth lightning bolt, shaping it into a ball of lightning that struck the ground where her opponent was standing, blasting out a cluster of lightning sparks that snaked and crawled in all directions.

But this attack was still ineffective.

Jiang Bing is too fast.

The five lightning strikes took Linda just over two seconds, but the enemy managed to move dozens of meters on foot, as if he were frozen in time, appearing and disappearing intermittently, and in the blink of an eye, he was already pressed against the psionic field barrier in front of her.

Sir Helsar thrust a finely crafted power sword, crackling and shimmering with a disintegrating force field, toward Jiang Bing with an elegant yet stern and precise movement.

This nobleman's swordsmanship was actually quite superb.

Unfortunately, Jiang Bing's big foot kicked both of them away at the same time, equally.