The Creators: From Night City

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Of course, this is based on the premise that there are still people alive in PDF.

No. 7 Surface Industrial Zone, Geothermal Power Plant.

A brutal war is taking place here.

The PDFs occupy the geothermal power plant, and taking advantage of the plant's advantageous location, they wage a long and fierce battle against the demonic forces.

Death had piled up into small hills in the canyon in front of the power plant, and the corpses of the Heart Eater and PDF almost covered the bottom of the huge rift valley.

The demons eventually stormed the geothermal power plant, but the surviving workers, under the leadership of the commander of the 7th PDF Regiment, continued their heroic resistance.

They fought alongside the densely packed steam towers on the ground, conducted guerrilla warfare in pipes as thick as skyscrapers, and laid ambushes in the constantly roaring pumping stations and filtration plants.

Geothermal power plants covering hundreds of square kilometers have become cruel meat grinders, ruthlessly devouring flesh and life.

Sergei, clutching an old laser gun, crouched behind a bunker built from scrap machinery, greedily chewing on the energy bar he had just acquired.

Two hours ago, he was a proud, low-level turbine operator; now he has become someone he used to look up to.

The reason he was able to achieve upward social mobility is quite simple: the PDFs stationed here are almost all dead.

He was 'forced' to join the army.

Chapter 971 Hell Dragon

"We fight, we hold our ground, we die here."

The political commissar, covered in blood, inspected the position and loudly encouraged morale.

“Those filthy things have defiled our land, our factories. They manipulate witchcraft, turning our brothers and sisters into puppets and playing with them at will. They are the enemies of the God-Emperor, an unforgivable sin.”

“I demand that you be angry, and you have every right to be angry.”

Behind the trench, Sergei finished his energy bar. Although the sticky texture and indescribable taste made it taste like chewing wax, it did somewhat cure his hunger.

He didn't take in a single word of the political commissar's words, nor did he have any intention of clearing the way for the God Emperor.

He picked up the laser gun, put on the bulletproof vest still riddled with bullet holes, and huddled in the trench, just to survive.

Even if it means living a little longer.

But for an ordinary person, surviving in this world is an incredibly difficult thing.

A cacophony of footsteps rose from the front lines as the demons completed their troop mobilization and launched another attack.

Red lasers flew back and forth against the dim sky, their hoarse howls mingling with the shouts of humans.

"By the Divine Emperor, what on earth is this thing!" The rookie who had just been conscripted fired a few shots haphazardly, but his fighting spirit was crushed by the enemy's offensive and its distorted appearance.

"It's just like what you see: some witchcraft-worshipping madmen, heretics who deserve to be burned at the stake, and those pathetic bastards."

Having experienced two attacks, Sergei was a veteran after all. He answered the question in a low voice and gestured for the rookie next to him to get up and fight back.

If the enemy attacks, they will show no mercy; they will only want to kill all living things.

It's a matter of life and death, a perfectly reasonable choice.

The rookie finally regained his loyalty to the God Emperor, roared as he leaned out and continued firing, only to be pierced through the head by a bullet and fall backward.

The fanatical sorcerers, all under the influence of magic, huddled among the hordes of Heart Eaters, ambushing the reckless with their guns.

Although Sergei was cautious enough, he ultimately did not survive the war.

The massive human force mobilized by the demons eventually overwhelmed the position.

Workers, soldiers, managers, political commissars, sergeants, men, and women all calmly melted behind a scarlet goggle.

“Titus, we don’t have time to save them,” said Tech Sergeant Galian.

"I know"

Titus turned his head away, focusing on his journey.

Carrying flight backpacks, their massive bodies leaped continuously across the rugged, towering cliffs of the Great Rift Valley.

Hot steam is continuously billowing from the Great Rift Valley below, and injection wells as large as towers are continuously injecting treated, high-pressure working fluids into the ground. These special chemical solutions are heated to thousands of degrees underground, becoming supercritical fluids, and then squeezed back to the surface by enormous pressure through another well for use by the plasma conversion tower.

“The data shows that there is an energy reaction node here. I’m curious, do demons also need to use energy? Aren’t they driven by those filthy witchcraft?” Galian muttered.

"No matter what the reason, we must not let them succeed."

"Brother Titus, Brother Galian, how much longer until you are in position?" Commander Cassius Valkan asked over the communication channel.

[Three minutes, Commander] Titus quickly calculated the remaining distance and gave the answer.

"Good. Also, stay hidden. There's a big guy lurking in the rift." The commander's tone was full of vigilance and apprehension, which piqued the curiosity of the two men.

Fortunately, once they arrived at the designated ambush location, the open view allowed them to quickly spot the 'big guy' the commander had mentioned.

“A hell dragon?” Galian asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Those minions of Chaos are actually able to summon something like this in the mortal world?"

Beneath the rift, a deformed 'beast' lies prostrate.

Of course, the Hellwing is not a real dragon, but a heavy ground attack vehicle belonging to the Chaos Space Marines.

It looks like a giant mechanical insect twisted from metal and flesh, dyed in an unpredictable blue and pink hue, its body covered with blasphemous runes.

Of course, like many other creations of chaos, the Hell Dragon is a demon engine; it is not merely a machine, but also contains the soul of a demon.

This gives it the characteristic of being 'alive', enabling it to devour souls for self-repair, and constantly radiating malice towards living beings.

"Twin heavy explosives, chaos multi-head cannons, thermal cannons—I can't think of any target that would require this level of firepower." Egil Irontooth's voice came through the communication channel from the other side of the valley. His hiding place was closest to this behemoth, and he had the most visual information.

"Perhaps it's the PDFs inside the geothermal power plant; they're still stubbornly resisting the invasion of chaos," Titanus speculated.

"Regardless, cultivators, remain vigilant. The presence of the Hell Dragon indicates the presence of the Chaos War Gang below," the commander emphasized.

The Chaos Warbands are interstellar chapters corrupted by Chaos. They joined Chaos for various reasons, are traitors to the Imperium, and are also something that all loyal Astartes want to get rid of.

Most Chaos Warbands originated from the "Horus Rebellion" ten thousand years ago, during which nearly half of the Space Marine Legions, led by the Great Rebel Horus Lupecal, defected to Chaos.

After the rebellion failed, these legions and their successor chapters fled into the Eye of Terror deep within the warp, a hell where time had no meaning. There, they survived and carried with them a hatred that had lasted for millennia.

[By the Emperor, these blasphemers are feeding that twisted creation!] Space Wolf Egil Irontooth has discovered something new.

Hundreds of workers were driven by several equally tall Chaos Astartes into the altar next to the 'Hell Dragon'. Chaos magic bound their souls, making them obediently walk into the tiger's den like sheep.

An ominous psychic energy flowed freely, illuminating the altar.

Only now have those poor souls bound by witchcraft regained their freedom.

But it was all too late.

A malevolent, twisted being attacked their souls, their bodies, and corrupted everything about them.

Flesh melted in the light, becoming filthy flesh to repair the demon engine, while their souls were injected into the 'Hell Dragon' to fuel its spread of malice throughout the world.

[They're Scarlet Warriors!]

There must be a Thousand-Child Wizard hiding down there.

Information was exchanged silently and rapidly in the team's communications.

The commander made the decision without much hesitation.

We cannot allow this vicious beast to take flight; we must destroy it here.

[Andabate siege tactics, brothers in arms, for the Emperor!]

"For the Emperor!" Everyone responded enthusiastically.

Flames erupted from their flight packs as the nine Astartes leaped from the cliff top almost simultaneously, launching an attack on the enemy at the bottom of the ravine from all sides.

In an instant, bombs rained down.

Chapter 972 The Thousand-Child Wizard

Even though they had already undergone a simple pre-battle equipment familiarization process, the members of the Kill Squad were still somewhat unaccustomed to the firearms in their hands.

Simply put, it's just too easy to use.

As an elite squad of Deathwatch, the Astartes, including Titus, had used so-called sophisticated weapons before, but there was still a clear difference between them and the equipment they had.

But if you ask what the difference is, it's hard for people to pinpoint a specific point. All the weapon parameters are the same, and the equipment just feels surprisingly easy to use.

With the aid of superior weaponry, Astartes' marksmanship was incapable of missing under these circumstances. Multiple explosive bombs and energy beams blasted four or five of the most threatening heavily armored red-letter warriors to pieces before they even landed.

However, there was no flesh or blood inside the broken armor; it was completely empty, only emitting a few shimmering spiritual energies.

This is mainly because the Thousand Sons suffered from "flesh mutation" due to the overuse of psionic energy. Primarch Magnus made a deal with Tzeentch to save the Legion from destruction by mutation, but the cunning Alter Evaporator evaporated the Thousand Sons' bodies and cast a spell to bind the souls of the Legion members to their power armor, turning them into "living armors".

The second generation of Space Necromancer belongs to this category.

The fire salamander, clad in Terminator power armor, deployed its Storm Shield field the instant it landed, deflecting several psionic bombs.

He swung his indestructible power claws, piercing through the armor in front of him. As the psionic energy dissipated, a chilling roar echoed throughout the rift.

The Hell Dragon has awakened.

Its wings, made of steel and flesh, gleamed, and it bared its claws, ready to take flight.

With the Iron Aura activated, the commander, shield in hand, charged straight at the enemy, braving a barrage of explosives.

He plunged the dazzling phase sword directly into the opponent's feet, tearing a hole in the armor.

A molten metal bomb was then inserted.

The Hellfire Dragon's stumbling takeoff maneuver was only halfway through when a violent explosion occurred beneath it. The intense heat of the molten metal bomb instantly disrupted the structural balance of this heavy ground attack aircraft.

The already damaged, blasphemous vessel immediately wobbled and crashed to the ground.

But it does possess some characteristics of being alive.

The heavy explosive gun mounted under his wings spewed flames wildly. The force field of the Iron Aura only managed to block two explosive rounds before shattering instantly. Fortunately, the Storm Shield in the Commander's hand saved his life.

He held firm in place, using his shield to withstand the barrage of fire while drawing enemy fire for the other team members.

The two Terminators, dragging their heavy bodies, jumped directly onto the fuselage with the help of their flight packs.

Being boarded by Astartes is an extremely terrifying thing, especially since both of them are carrying heavy multi-barreled flares.

In the sweltering heat, the ferocious beast was quickly brought down and slaughtered.

The intense firefight with the Red Letter soldiers also ended with the Killing Squad emerging victorious.

In this open field, where everyone is drawing their guns and exchanging fire, it is the Terminator armor with its defensive force field, not to mention that everyone is also equipped with a Storm Shield.

【Brother Elias!】 The commander, with sword and shield in coordination, beheaded the last red-letter warrior and immediately called upon their psionic intelligence on the communication channel.

The Scarlet Warriors, who were terribly betrayed by Tzeentch, are automated soldiers without self-awareness, driven entirely by sorcery. Behind them must be a commander, usually a Thousand Sons wizard who retains consciousness.

The Thousand Wizards who can retain their subconscious are all extremely powerful.

The deaths of these red-letter warriors will surely alert the enemy.

Black Shield slammed his scepter on the ground, and amidst the spreading frost, a faint light emanated from his tightly closed eyes.

He has switched to subspace vision.

Regardless of the type of witchcraft or its operating principles, it will inevitably create ripples in the subspace.

The warp teleportation technique, which the Thousand Sons were most skilled at and used most often, was the most representative of their sorcery.

【left!】

Black Shield suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the empty space to his left, where a blue warp portal was opening up.

The Thousand Wizards, who had just landed, hadn't even figured out what was going on when they were hit in the face by a bomb.

The invisible and intangible psionic shield rippled violently, while the two Terminator armors began their unstoppable charge.

At the critical moment, a massive amount of frost and freezing energy emanated from the scepter in the opponent's hand.

The deadly psionic low temperatures reveal a powerful freezing ability; this chill can not only freeze matter, but also stiffen willpower and slow down thought.

However, the crowd control moves that the Thousand Wizards had placed their hopes on did not achieve the expected results.

Among the many figures, some wielding shields and others activating force fields for defense, a fierce general suddenly emerged.

At this moment, the fire lizard Urzan was like an unparalleled brute, his tenacity inherited from his father propelling him forward slowly but steadily.

He held the Storm Shield in front of him, and a thick layer of white frost had formed on the invisible force field. The biting cold pierced through the adamantite plating and the terracotta armor, seeping into his body.