The Creators: From Night City

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Wherever Nurgle's power exists, there will inevitably be an insidious plague. Whether it's Nurgle spirits, plague walkers, plague messengers, or Nurgle chaos warriors, their core characteristic is their extraordinary vitality.

Being blasted through the body by a bomb would be fatal to other creatures, but for these mutated flesh and blood, it would only be considered a minor injury.

Therefore, plasma weapons, flamethrowers, special incendiary bombs, and molten metal weapons are the ideal choices for fighting against them.

As a great sage, Caul's armory was naturally complete, and Titus easily acquired the corresponding equipment, arming himself to the teeth.

As he stepped out of the armory, two elite squads of papal guards, led by two combat priests, were already poised for action.

Meanwhile, the three hunters, led by 'Raven', were dressed in strange-looking power armor and were also mingling on the edge of the group, seemingly also going to participate in this mission.

Without wasting words, Titus led the bio-chemical special operations team to set off immediately.

Chapter 1016 Anti-Psionic Expert

Area DH245 is the storage area of ​​this Ark world, or more specifically, the granary.

When Titus crossed the blockade set up by the ship's defense forces and arrived at this place, all that awaited him was a scene of 'prosperity'.

The rotting flesh and blood covered the cabin floor like a swamp. The 'food' had taken root and sprouted, bursting with vigorous vitality, but the branches that grew out were twisted with evil and blasphemy, and the outstretched vines grew into a distorted shape that was unimaginable to humans.

The infected humans did not die completely; their bodies were possessed by the power of the plague, perpetually flowing with foul-smelling pus, suffering endless torment in the cycle of decay and healing.

Maggots made their home inside their bodies, mosquitoes and flies clung to them, and tens of thousands of viruses and plagues used this place as a breeding ground, growing rampantly.

Faced with the intruders, a swarm of plague flies, each the size of a human head, gathered together, blotting out the sky, and swarmed towards them as a welcome.

Unfortunately, they were not greeted with a warm embrace, but rather with even more 'enthusiastic' flames and plasma clusters.

It's no exaggeration to say that the smell at the scene was almost as bad as boiled excrement.

Swarms of plague flies swooped down from the sky with an unsettling buzz, only to be melted into ashes by heavy machine servants transformed into humanoid self-propelled tanks, one after another, by their heavy heat.

As the group advanced rapidly, the scene became increasingly bizarre.

The blood and flesh swamp gradually thinned out, and in its place appeared a mushroom covered in mold.

They tenaciously take root in steel, spread on inorganic matter, and automatically shake off large patches of green mold and mushroom spores even without wind.

[Check the airtightness of the equipment] Titus, with his experience, issued the order.

However, these spores clearly have more than one function: penetration.

When the team reached a wide-open space, the spores shed by the numerous twisted mushrooms turned into a green mist that completely obscured their vision.

Amidst the thick fog, mysterious monsters began to stir.

The first to be attacked was one of the two combat priests.

Suddenly, a deformed beast leaped out from above his head. It resembled a wild dog, but its body was covered with a large number of fungi. Its two front paws still showed that they were once human fingers, but they had grown together and transformed into a sharp bony claw.

The raider attempted to pierce the priest's outer armor with its claws, but fortunately, the heat rays emitted by the servo skull, which had been on alert, successfully disrupted the attack. The subsequent gear axe then used its disintegration field to cleave the raider in two.

However, the subsequent ambush still resulted in casualties.

The two servants were pierced by the sharp claws, and their dazed bodies immediately began to tremble violently. A large number of mushrooms burst out from the flesh and steel, tearing their bodies apart.

Left with no other choice, the battle priest had to 'destroy' them.

Titus scanned his surroundings with keen eyes, trying to glean more clues about the enemy.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

The fog grew thicker.

"This space is gradually being perfected," an unfamiliar female voice said.

It's a 'crow'.

"We are in a psionic field."

Titus immediately frowned.

Their team consisted entirely of personnel specializing in chemical defense; they had no anti-psychic abilities whatsoever, nor any experts in psychic energy.

Firstly, this aspect was not taken into consideration at all in this mission, and secondly, anti-psychic energy-related items are all very 'precious'.

【retreat】

Titus intended to leave the fog-shrouded area and reconsider his plans, but the 'Raven' spoke up and dissuaded him from doing so.

"It's too late, we've lost our way back."

Titus looked back and found only thick fog behind him.

"Leave the rest to us."

Now that the 'crow' has stepped forward, there must be a way to deal with it.

After all, their role is that of anti-psychic experts.

Having endured repeated torment by those in power, the surviving old hunters all possessed exceptional 'spiritual vision,' making things invisible to ordinary people as striking as cranes among chickens to them.

The soul pressure brought by this negative energy field radiated by psionic energy is like a gentle breeze to the hunters of Yharnam.

To be honest, although the current situation is dangerous and harsh, it is still a bit lacking for the three 'Ravens'. For example, the eldest hunter, Henrik, is a big shot who has actually fought in latrines.

With all three having been "initiated" and undergone a period of "professional training," and fully equipped with finely crafted gear made by "craftsmen," these underhanded tricks from the subspace were simply no match for the higher levels of the universe.

In reality, their essence is not much different from these subspace entities.

The bodies of these old hunters had long since decayed, and their souls, having been twisted, assimilated, transformed, and grown in Yharnam's dream world, had long since become pure spiritual beings.

Logically speaking, there is no place for them in the material world anymore, and the bodies under these three suits of armor were indeed created by the Life Forge; otherwise, the three of them would not have been able to exist in the material universe at all.

However, in return, warp space is far too friendly to them.

This dimension, composed entirely of energy, is a dead end for the living, but it's incredibly comfortable for the old Yharnam people. Staying here feels just like coming home.

These three 'veteran hunters', handpicked by Jiang Bing, were selected for this mission because they possessed exceptional skills and had rich hunting experience, with at least 20 years of hunting experience.

And so, a massacre began.

The priest rushed out first, and his old friend Henrik followed closely behind, protecting his back.

Compared to the medieval weapons and armor he was issued when he worked for the Healing Church, the 'Priest' is now equipped with a completely different set of high-performance power armor. The full set of armor is the 'God's Armor' produced by the 'Craftsman'. Each set of armor far surpasses any model of Terminator armor in terms of parameters, craftsmanship, cost, and destructive power.

Not to mention that these armors were all personally enchanted by the 'craftsmen'.

Power, an endless stream of power, bursts forth from the 'priest's' body, and is then amplified by the armor, transforming into resources for the hunt.

The powerful armored propulsion system made him move at almost the speed of flying.

Like a black lightning bolt, he charged into the green mist, wielding a bizarre serrated axe with such wild and unrestrained moves that even made Titus's eyes twitch, that a disintegrating force field constantly flashed along the edge of the axe blade, giving it an indestructible and terrifyingly destructive power.

The seemingly empty mist suddenly and eerily splattered with dark green blood.

A deformed monster was cut in half at the waist, but its life force was not cut off. Instead, it struggled to swing its claws in retaliation.

However, the 'priest' had encountered this kind of irrational, desperate counterattack countless times during his hunts, and the extremely resilient prey had instilled in every 'veteran hunter' in Yharnam the good habit of evenly finishing off his prey.

The hand axe was wildly swung around, and under the mechanical operation, it instantly transformed into a two-handed great axe.

The brutal hunting skills of Yharnam's 'Old Hunters' are being displayed in this world for the first time.

Chapter 1017: Level 1 Illumination, all remaining points in Windmill.

The deformed body was torn apart again, the twisted bones were smashed evenly, and the foul-smelling blood was thoroughly splashed.

Faced with the siege, the 'priest' had no intention of dodging at all. Instead, he swung his giant axe in a wide arc, creating a bloody storm.

The chopping, smashing, and wild movements carried a sense of effortless mastery.

These attacks may appear violent, but each strike is still precisely controlled by skill, with the aim of causing greater damage, deeper lacerations, and more bodily fluids.

This results in the 'Priest's' fighting style appearing somewhat distant from humans, rather resembling the Bloodletters under Khorne's command.

Gazing at the 'bold' battle scene before him, Titus silently added another note to his mind.

Compared to the tall, imposing 'priest' who charged ahead, cutting through the enemy lines, the other old hunter was undoubtedly much more composed.

Henry held up a strange-looking brass spray bottle and sprayed out a large wall of fire, outlining the silhouettes of more than a dozen deformed monsters from the mist.

It's practically spilling out of the frame; who could resist firing a shot?

Therefore, before these ignited demons could be incinerated by the flames, they were directly evaporated by the excessive heat.

At the same time, the crow took a heavy brass lantern from its waist, letting it hang down along the metal chain connecting it to its arm armor. It skillfully used the 'flames' within its body to light the wick, emitting a large area of ​​dim yellow light.

The light miraculously pierced through the thick fog, illuminating the space.

A considerable number of demons were enveloped in light, instantly revealing their true forms.

Without the slightest hesitation, the loyal plasma and bombs roared wildly.

Since the main enemies of the human empire are mostly non-human beings, the weapons and firepower of the empire's regular army are also quite 'non-human'.

It's no exaggeration to say that the dense plasma clusters directly create a continuous band of light, vaporizing the enemy in a 'physical exorcism' manner.

Raven held the lantern high and continued to pray devoutly. Golden flames materialized and gathered into the lantern along her armor.

The warm flames gradually intensified, rippling outwards in visible waves that spread in all directions.

When these flame ripples come into contact with the spores diffused in the air, they react like a hot iron hitting ice, constantly canceling each other out and melting away.

This is the latest achievement of the reorganized Byrworth School: Arcane - The Echo of the Sun.

The warm flames are a poor imitation of the magnificent sun that hangs eternally in the sky of Yharnam. The blazing and sacred flames will spread outwards from the caster, cleansing all 'filth' within their range.

The medium for casting this arcane spell is very simple, requiring only a wisp of qualified 'flame', but its power depends on the quality of the flame and the caster's 'vision' level, so the upper and lower limits can be said to be extremely wide.

As a "fire giver," the flame inside the lantern of the 'Crow' can be described as a genuine "resonance of the blazing sun," and the power it displays as a medium is self-evident.

Under the lantern's glow, not to mention the demons lurking in the shadows, even Titus, who also resonated in the warp, felt a burning 'phantom pain' on a soul level, as if he were naked in space, exposed to the light of a star.

He suppressed the urge to spontaneously combust and rushed to 'Crow's' side, raising his tactical dagger and slashing at 'Crow' who was casting a spell.

Of course, he wasn't trying to attack the other party; quite the opposite, he was trying to protect them.

A tactical dagger over a meter long precisely parried the spikes piercing the air, and a demon, noticeably larger, burst out of the mist, only to be blocked by Titus, who had positioned himself in advance.

He dodged the claw strike, and with his tactical dagger meeting the opponent's charge, he stabbed directly into the opponent's chest, the gauntlet holding the dagger also sending the opponent flying.

As soon as this 'elite' unit landed, a scorching plasma cluster precisely struck its body, exploding violently and burning its flesh into charcoal, completing the finishing blow.

Before they could catch their breath, the second demon continued its attack on the 'raven' holding up the lantern, determined to destroy this 'psychic'.

The demons aren't stupid; they naturally understand the principle of killing the backline first in team fights.

The attack was intercepted by the several-ton-heavy Titan using its shoulder armor, giving the opponent a feeling of hitting the jackpot.

But the third and fourth demons continued to leap out of the mist like a tide, attacking the 'raven' with the intent to annihilate it.

Fortunately, after a brief communication within the team, the two 'battle priests' immediately filled in and protected the left and right flanks of 'Raven'.

The tireless machine servants followed closely behind, using their flesh and blood to directly block the enemy's attack route.

However, despite their tight defensive formation, the group was still unable to stop the attack from above.

Titus, who was engaged in a bloody battle, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around.

A thick tentacle descended from the sky, carrying a large amount of foul-smelling slime, and coiled towards the 'crow'.

This demon approached the 'raven' from high above without anyone noticing.

The tentacles deftly wrapped around 'Raven's' ornate gothic armor, then retreated rapidly, dragging her into the dense fog high in the sky.

Under normal circumstances, a psychic would be considered dead if attacked like this.

However, the situation with 'Crow' is clearly not normal.

This cunning demon has been lurking in the shadows, and the only mistake it has made since the start of the war was misjudging the identity of 'Raven'.

It thought the other party was a frail psychic spellcaster, but when it rolled its tongue in front of him, it realized that what it had pulled back was actually Gandalf in white robes.

It's no exaggeration to say that 'Crow' was even a little happy at this moment.

Unlike other fragile spellcasting mediums, the lantern, which was the most important thing in the demon's eyes, was not properly protected. Instead, it was used as a weapon and swung around by the chains, only to be slammed into the demon's face by the 'raven'.

In fact, this lantern is actually a meteor hammer! And it's even enchanted with fire.

The lantern has a built-in force-feedback barbed hook that can eject terrifying barbs the moment it makes contact with an enemy's body, firmly embedding them into the opponent's flesh.

With the Healing Church being incorporated, a large number of surviving Yharnam artisans also came under the command of Anti-Entropy. These 'craftsmen' were the first to enjoy the benefits of Anti-Entropy and the first to begin to realize their value in Anti-Entropy.