The Creators: From Night City

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A circular psionic shield burning with blue flames suddenly unfolded, enveloping the five people within it. The formation automatically changed, with the think tank, who had erected the psionic shield, walking at the forefront, while the other three covered his flanks.

The pale green plague cloud resembled the gaping maw of a monstrous beast, waiting for the victims to step into it in their ignorance.

Without hesitation, the five plunged into the thick fog.

The psionic shield mingled with the dense fog, sizzling like boiling water or hot oil.

The think tank gripped the scepter tightly, as the power of Nurgle, through psychic contact, was frantically eroding his mind.

"With the holy light of the Emperor and the iron will of Guilliman, my heart is a fortress and my spirit a sharp blade."

Think tanks began to pray, and the attack came simultaneously.

Corrosive spore projectiles were launched from a distance, striking the shield and creating ripples that exploded into thick fog.

Each attack sent shivers down the spine of the think tank member, but none of them could stop his advance.

The retaliatory bombs responded simultaneously, but even without the protection of psionic shields, the bulky Nurgle Astartes could still stand stubbornly.

However, the five of them finally got close to their goal.

A plague wizard is now raising his staff, guiding the blasphemous mist.

Searing lightning erupted from the Think Tank Scepter, but the psionic lightning, comparable to a plasma flow, was easily blocked by the opponent. Instead, the dark green plague projectiles directly overloaded the psionic shield he had erected.

One Ultramariner was accidentally hit by a corrosive cyst, and half of his body was destroyed in a few breaths. Another Ultramariner had his power armor shattered, and the infiltration of the plague caused him to vomit blood.

In the blink of an eye, two of the five were gone.

But the sacrifice was worthwhile.

A team appeared from the other side of the battlefield, and taking advantage of the opportunity created by their lives, their fierce firepower blasted the plague wizard into mincemeat.

Without psionic units, the enemy is instantly suppressed and gradually eliminated.

The battle ended within seconds, and the commander immediately called for backup.

But misfortune followed one after another.

"Enemy reinforcements detected in airspace 38-23D, they are Rotting Flies!"

The pilot of the Thunderhawk landing craft only managed to transmit this information before being attacked and killed by a swarm of decaying flies.

These giant flies are the most common flying units in the Nurgle faction. They are the product of the 'Dark Mechanicus' fusing Nurgle demons with war machines, a vicious demonic engine.

They blotted out the entire sky, locked in a fierce dogfight with the attacking Extreme Chapter fighters.

The enemy reinforcements arrived very quickly. The collapse of this ritual node infuriated them. After eliminating the Thunderhawk landing craft responsible for the reception, several huge plague crawlers used the living plague jet cannons on their bodies to bombard the battlefield. The saturation firepower left only 6 people from the two squads alive to escape the battlefield.

"The Thunderhawk team responsible for the backup has crashed. We need to take cover and wait for backup to arrive," the squad commander explained over the radio.

The Ultramarines swiftly retreated to the war-torn city, preparing for hit-and-run tactics.

As the fortunate survivor, Brother Lokan de Canis helped the weakened think tank member pass by the ruins of the house, he couldn't help but look into the space beneath the concrete slab.

Unfortunately, he did not see the hopeful scene.

Amidst a pale green mist, a plague-ridden zombie was frantically tearing apart two corpses, feasting on them, its mouth stained with blood.

"Oh!"

A high-explosive bomb precisely blew his skull apart, and the penetrating force also collapsed the small space, burying everything.

“Brother Lokan de Canis, they pose no threat to us. Conserve your ammunition,” a nearby combat comrade warned.

The new recruit, an extreme sports soldier with less than fifty years of service, responded with silence.

[Lieutenant Cato, can you hear me?] A communication suddenly broke out.

【Can】

[Urgent mission! Valdas Ptolemy recently located a beacon and led his men down to the ground. The company commander needs you to lead a team to the target location, clear the surrounding area, and provide support as needed.] The communications officer in space spoke quickly and urgently.

【Received, please send the coordinates immediately.】

[Teleported. Two teams had already gone to the target location, but contact has been lost. Please be careful.]

Without the slightest hesitation, the eight Ultra Warriors changed direction and swam from the edge of the fierce battlefield toward their target.

Sewers have always been places where filth and dirt accumulate.

However, the extensive network of pipes can also provide temporary shelter.

Two Ultra Warrior Terminators, one in front and one behind, covered the two in the middle of the group as they moved forward.

The two men are an elderly think tank member and a pharmacist.

For some reason, the pharmacist had abandoned the robotic arm used to collect gene seeds, and instead carried a heavy, sealed, frozen culture dish on his back.

Despite the four men's hurried pace, their hoarse shouts and the slight tremors of the ground signaled that the enemy had caught up.

For the Emperor, for Guilliman, humanity shall endure!

Without any pleasantries, excuses, or even communication, the Terminator at the very back of the group suddenly stopped and turned to face behind him.

He needed to cover his teammates' retreat, sacrificing his life to delay the enemy's pursuit, just like his other comrades-in-arms did.

Like a tidal wave, Nurgles surged forth from the pipes, laughing and screaming as they rushed forward, while several Plaguebringers riding Nurgle beasts drove these 'troublemakers' from behind like sheepdogs.

Surrounded by numerous demons, a particularly powerful plague messenger, slurring his long tongue, gazed with enthusiasm at the Terminator standing in the center of the wide pipe.

"Heretics, come and face the Emperor's wrath!"

Chapter 1025 Facing Death with Unwavering Spirit

The revolver bombarded the demon horde with the Emperor's fury, forcefully halting the demon tide's advance.

After running out of ammunition, the power claw was pulled up to its maximum power. The Ultramarine remained firmly rooted to the spot like a solid reef, stubbornly resisting the tidal wave of impact until it was completely submerged and returned to silence.

His sacrifice allowed the three Astartes to escape the labyrinthine drainage system.

But what awaited them was a torrential downpour that filled the entire world.

What fell from the sky was not gentle rain, but corrosive acid rain, pus carrying some deadly plague, the 'masterpiece' of some great impurity.

After only a brief exposure to the rain, large patches of rust spread across the three men's armor.

"Is it that unclean being who is skilled at bringing rain?" the apothecary asked solemnly.

“Just like on Atal'dina, only that Great Demon Nurgle could cast a spell of such scale,” said Valdass Ptolemy, former curator of the Ultramarines’ think tank.

"They really went to great lengths for this."

"alert!"

The Terminator who was leading the group suddenly spoke, and the scene immediately fell silent.

Fortunately, it wasn't an ambush by enemies, but rather the Ultra Warriors squad that came to meet them.

However, of the original eight members of the team, only four are still alive, and all of them are injured.

As expected, they were ambushed by the enemy upon arriving at the rendezvous point and only managed to regain control of the situation after paying a heavy price.

The squad's technical sergeant had been killed in action, but fortunately, the communication device he was carrying was still intact and was being carried on the back of the young Lokan de Canis.

The psionic clouds stirred up by the Great Impure One blocked the transmission of communication signals, but fortunately, with the help of professional communication equipment, the newly assembled team was finally able to contact the fleet located in the planet's orbit.

[This is Valdas Ptolemy. We have successfully retrieved the beacon. Requesting evacuation and backup!]

[A distress call has been received, Advisor Valdas Ptolemy, but the situation is extremely unfavorable. The corrosive rain summoned by the 'Rain Demon' is rapidly eroding steel, and all vehicles are unable to take off or land within the affected area.]

[Any suggestions?] The old think tank member didn't panic. He followed the team as they struggled through the dilapidated interior, searching for solutions.

You'll have to find a way to get out of the rain zone; I'll arrange for gunboats to provide support.

"However, the 'beacon' constantly emits psionic fluctuations and cannot be completely shielded. Those heretics will soon be able to locate us." Vardas Ptolemy calmly explained the current situation, without the slightest intention of showing off.

They have already sacrificed six squads of their comrades for this 'beacon', and the mission absolutely cannot fail.

"Now you will be speaking with Company Commander Astas Seto, Ptolemy's advisor," the communications officer on the other end of the line suddenly reported.

Company Commander

"Valdas, is the item safe now?" The hoarse voice carried a steady tone.

The old think tank looked up and gestured to the Ultramarines in charge of reconnaissance and surveillance, quickly receiving a brief assessment of the current situation.

[We are currently safe, but this rain has greatly encouraged the plague-infested creatures, suggesting that the enemy is likely amassing forces to surround us.]

"The think tank just responded to me. Because of the large amount of plague mist spreading across the planet's surface, they haven't yet found the exact location of the Great Impure One," the company commander replied.

So this rain isn't going to stop anytime soon, right?

The company commander responded with silence.

Because of this magical rain and the anti-aircraft firepower of those Chaos Warbands, I'm temporarily unable to send troops to the ground...

"We will fight to the very end, and then leave a few molten metal bombs on this 'beacon' to ensure it doesn't fall into the hands of Chaos," the old think tank said directly, interrupting the other's response.

Communication fell silent.

"All for the Emperor and Guilliman, sons of Macragge." The company commander solemnly bid his final farewell and hung up the communication.

A battle royale breakout has begun.

Because of the torrential rain that could corrode metal, the extreme warriors could only try to choose sheltered places such as indoors and pipes as their routes of movement, so as to reduce contact with the rain.

Meanwhile, even though Valdas Ptolemy tried his best to suppress the spread of the 'beacon's' psionic signal with his powerful psionic energy, the other party would still occasionally release bursts of 'psionic signals,' and Nurgle's henchmen would follow the trail.

Plague zombies, plague messengers, withering miasma, pustules, hordes of Nurgle spirits, and plague flies that blot out the sky...

Even the Death Guard Astartes who joined Nurgle and the techies of the Dark Mechanicus have joined this cat-and-mouse game.

This extreme warrior team is losing members at a rapid pace.

Tactical squad commander Gaius Macharus perished alongside a disease-spraying demon, while apothecary Varo Cato was pierced by the Plaguebringer's Plague Bone Spear while protecting the 'Beacon'. Serdolius Stratos, piloting the Terminator, became yet another Imperial warrior to cover the retreat. Thus, the Terminator Guard that landed on the surface with Valdas Ptolemy was completely wiped out.

The think tank member Aurelius lost his left arm, while recruit Lokan de Canis had half of his helmet eaten away by splattering corrosive pus. Although he quickly replaced it with the helmet of a fallen comrade, he still inhaled a lot of plague mist and was coughing from time to time.

Even with such sacrifices, the team escorting the 'beacon' still couldn't escape the area covered by the torrential rain; in fact, they would never be able to escape it.

The Rainmaker had long since located their trail and was manipulating a magical storm to follow them closely.

Ultimately, the Ultramarines were surrounded inside a church whose buildings had collapsed, with nearly half of the structure destroyed.

Wave after wave of attacks had long since exhausted their ammunition, and their chainsaw swords and combat daggers had lost their sharpness due to the prolonged battle.

Hundreds of Nurgles surrounded the church, but the Plague Attendants riding Nurgle beasts did not urge them to attack.

It's as if they're hesitant to act, fearing the 'beacon' might be destroyed, or perhaps they're waiting for something.

Lokan de Canis's body was so corroded by the plague that he could barely stand. So he was placed next to the pedestal of the fallen imperial statue, clutching the 'beacon' and two molten bombs.

This was his final mission.

"The heretics of Chaos attempt to use such methods to terrify us, to make us anxious, to make us fearful." Ptolemy stood on a collapsed stone pillar, delivering his final battle mobilization.

"But we are the Emperor's wrath, the sword of mankind, the sons of the great Guilliman!"

"roar~"

Three extreme warriors raised their arms in support, ready to die for their cause.

"Sons of Guilliman, the time has come for us to fulfill our final duty. Fight for humanity!"

"Roar~"

A burning fighting spirit rose from the ruins.

Chapter 1026: Left punch deals high damage, right punch deals high damage

Until a vague wide-area communication broadcast was picked up by everyone's communication devices.

The complex aerial combat rendered communication quality extremely poor, and the heavy communication devices had long been abandoned. The fact that everyone could receive even a little signal was a blessing from the Emperor.

[...The Great Sage...pilots the Ark...joins the battle......supporting forces......need to locate...coordinates...to communicate...abandoning the suppression of the 'beacon' signal...and actively activating the 'beacon'...]

The exterior of the church.

Dozens of 'meteors' fell from the sky. Although they began to rust rapidly from the rain the moment they hit the ground, these signal broadcasting devices had already completed their glorious mission before being destroyed.

These one-off 'meteors' are scattered throughout the area covered by the torrential rain, just enough to broadcast their information to the entire surface region.

A 'meteor' happened to land not far from the church ruins, and thanks to this, the trapped Ultramarines received the information immediately.