The Creators: From Night City

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[Repeated! Immediately activate the 'beacon' and await support!]

[Repeated! Immediately activate the 'beacon' and await support!]

The content of the communication was not difficult to understand, but a corresponding problem arose for everyone.

In this situation, is the content of the communication true or false, or is it a conspiracy of chaos?

The heavy responsibility of determining the truth fell on the shoulders of former think tank chief Ptolemy.

He made his choice quickly.

It was filled with mysterious incantations, as if a 'beacon' cast from some kind of unknown glass had been taken out of a safe deposit box.

As the old think tank continuously infused its inner workings with spiritual energy, the narrow 'beacon' was gradually illuminated.

A series of fluctuations, perceptible to ordinary people, began to ripple outwards from it.

The 'beacon' has been activated.

The first to sense it was the person who brought the torrential rain.

As the tremors intensified, the fishy, ​​watery smell in the air grew stronger.

The heavy church doors collapsed with a crash, and a nauseating mass of twisted vegetation spread into the church in a wave-like pattern.

Then, a huge, deformed, foul-smelling, rotten, and filthy unclean being squeezed into the church dedicated to the emperor.

It was so tall that its body resembled a small mountain of flesh. It was so deformed that its body, like that of a fat pig, was piled with layers of rotting flesh. From a distance, it looked just like a Michelin tire. Its gaping maw, which never closed, contained rows of rotten teeth, and countless maggots mingled and churned with its tongue.

It holds a short, burled scepter in its right hand, much like a talisman, but this seemingly ordinary scepter is constantly reborn through the cycle of decay and seed sprouting.

A gaping maw of abyss split open on his round belly, spewing plague, maggots, flies, and Nurgle.

He is none other than the Great Unclean One under Nurgle's command—Rainfant Rothigus!

In a single encounter, Ptolemy was forced to erect a psionic shield to protect his fellow warriors' bodies and minds.

Even Astartes could not bear to look directly at the mental pollution caused by a Great Demon.

Give it to me, little meat man.

Its massive maw swung, splashing out a foul-smelling mixture of bile, pus, and rainwater—frankly, it looked exactly like half a century's worth of fermented, stagnant excrement.

The Great Impure One couldn’t wait to complete his task and show himself before the Loving Father.

So it strode forward and easily used its belly to smash the barrier that an old think tank had tried its best to erect, making it teeter on the brink of collapse.

However, the molten metal grenade was not detonated.

Before the shield could break, reinforcements descended from the sky in the next instant.

Without an airdrop pod, a jetpack, or even a parachute, this "reinforcement" simply smashed through hundreds of tons of reinforced concrete, plunging itself directly into the already crumbling church.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and the shockwave from "Rain Father" spread out like a ball, propelling it several meters.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the church had long since vanished.

"Warrior, can you still protect yourself?" A rough voice rang out as a giant pushed through the dust and charged into the battlefield.

Ptolemy nodded in response with difficulty, and carefully examined this 'reinforcement'.

He was extremely robust, a head taller than a typical Astartes.

His incredibly strong body wasn't covered in power armor; instead, he was simply wearing a rustic, wild leather armor.

Two rough, club-like longswords were held in the other's hands. They were neither sharp nor equipped with any force field devices; they were as primitive as stone axes in the hands of barbarians.

And people, too, exude an aura of savagery.

"So, my enemy is you, a living lump of rotten flesh?" Bul-Kathos asked casually.

"Your blade looks so 'bright'... but rust will eventually come, just as my rain will eventually wash away your arrogance. Come, let me give you a wet embrace." The 'Rain Father' smiled kindly, twisted and strange.

Burkaso took a deep breath, drawing the thick fog of plague into his lungs.

"Come, let's fight!"

This barbarian ancestor was once given the title of Immortal King, and the way he fought made any viewer instantly understand what a 'barbarian' truly meant.

With each leap, the hard ground was cracked like a spiderweb, and anger surged like a dam bursting and snow collapsing, driving this great warrior to launch an invincible conquest.

Like a meteorite falling from the sky, like thunder in a clear sky.

The massive plaza fountain was instantly flattened, and Burkaso was embedded directly into Rain Father's obese body, sending him flying hundreds of meters like a ball.

The next second, his two strong legs bulged with muscle, and in the turn he charged across the entire square like a locomotive, crushing a bloody trench in the midst of a large group of Nurgles.

A plague messenger was smashed into a bloody messenger by him, and the barbarian elbowed the massive Nurgle, shoving out its two light bulb-like eyeballs. Before it could even utter a wail, it was kicked out of the square and disappeared without a trace.

The bulky Nargle Astartes fired wildly, only to be evaded by the seemingly foolish body at the slightest distance.

With a mere crouch, Bulkaso had already slipped into the ranks of Astartes.

The pus-covered bone spurs and the writhing living guns had no time to mount an effective counterattack. The barbarian, who had grown to three meters tall, stomped down with his foot. His extraordinary skill, combined with a variant of magic called 'rage,' caused the 'Immortal King' to create a violent earthquake zone tens of meters wide with a single step.

The Chaos Warriors' massive bodies were thrown into the air by the violently shaking ground, while the Barbarians' follow-up attacks were nothing more than simple slashes.

However, often the mechanics are complex but the numerical values ​​are simple, while the mechanics are simple but the numerical values ​​are often complex.

Bul-Kathos's attacks were simply unstoppable. His left hand's 'Solemn Oath' dealt high damage, and his right hand's 'Blood of the Brave' dealt high damage. Anything in front of him was simply cut in two with a single, unadorned strike.

If that were all, it would be fine, but the barbarians are only barbaric in name; they actually have a rigorous and powerful system of inheritance.

The surging 'rage' invigorates the user's body, enhancing each attack. The success of each attack causes this 'rage' to accumulate layer upon layer in a strange way, for use in the next attack. This attack technique called 'Frenzy' is used by Bul-Kathos, the founder of this technique, as if there is no limit to its power.

By the time 'Rain Father' returned from afar with a thunderous roar, his heavy body was already moving so fast that it was impossible to see with the naked eye.

This giant, whose size had increased by another fifth, now seemed to have hundreds of arms, hacking away from one end of the street to the other like a metal meat grinder, utterly brutal.

As for just how brutal it was, one could say that in this situation, Khorne actually defied Nurgle's pressure and forcibly 'manifested' himself.

Chapter 1027 The True Identity of the 'Beacon'

Khorne, also known as the Blood God, is one of the four Chaos Gods.

Of course, his nickname is more famous than his honorific name.

The second most fearsome, the owner of the Brass Throne, one of only two participants in the Subspace Tug-of-War Tournament, and the Emperor's 'Friend'.

He is the embodiment of violence; He only admires the strong and death, and revels in war and slaughter, regardless of whether those who do so are his own people or even human beings.

You will be blessed if you kill many people; you will be blessed if you kill insects with great enthusiasm; you will be blessed if you kill demons with great success.

Even if you dare to draw your sword against Him, He will first bless you, and then excitedly draw his sword to fight you.

But this does not mean that Khorne's blessing is harmless.

Accepting His blessing, you may initially gain superhuman strength, endurance, and combat skills, even achieving feats such as tearing apart living people or defeating warrior insects with your bare hands. However, you will soon be dominated by a bloodlust that is like being haunted by vengeful spirits, gradually losing your rationality and eventually becoming a tool that blindly thirsts for blood and only knows how to kill insanely.

A misty blood mist descended from the depths of the warp, and the faint sound of a brass horn echoed as a blessing descended upon Bul-Kathos. Nameless, furious flames of wrath, accompanied by power, rained down upon him, but were directly repelled by the 'barbarian's' steel-like body.

The 'savage' is only physically savage, not stupid. He would never accept such a twisted power.

Even when the cow refused to drink water, Khorne showed no sign of giving up and instead intensified his 'blessing'.

Thus, the rejected power of the Blood God condensed on the barbarian's body, becoming so dense that it seemed to transform into a set of bloody armor.

Burkaso had no time to pay attention to any of that; he was busy wielding his large razor blade and frantically stabbing at Rain's father.

Of course, saying that he was "taking" is an understatement, since although Yu's father is big, he's all just bloated.

It is essentially a spellcasting unit, and its greatest strength lies in using endless psionic plagues and witchcraft to defeat its opponents; close-quarters combat is not its forte.

Therefore, upon its return, the Rain Father Rotigus immediately raised its scepter of thorny branches, unleashing countless psionic plagues in an attempt to erode the opponent's body, infect their soul, and kill them.

However, this was all in vain.

Putting aside the fact that this 'barbarian' Nephalem is already incredibly resistant to magic, the key point is that he's not fighting alone. Behind him is a necromancer ancestor who is proficient in plagues and curses.

A massive amount of plague was released from the gates opened by the Rain Father; each of these wisps of plague from the Nurgle Plague Gardens possessed the power to destroy a planet.

But the magical radiance emanating from Bul-Kathos's body seemed like a specially prepared remedy, firmly resisting the plague's erosion.

Having lost his prized plague, the other psionic spells of Rain Father Rotigus didn't even last ten breaths under Bul-Kathos's two greatswords. His massive demonic body was sliced ​​into mincemeat and rolled back into the warp to await resurrection.

This is still the result of considering that we cannot provoke Nurgle too much for the time being, otherwise it would have been fed to the Aetherfire long ago and its account would have been wiped out on the spot.

The barbarian, having finished off the Empire's greatest enemy, showed no sign of stopping. Without even a greeting to the dumbfounded Ultramarines behind him, he transformed into a swirling storm of blades, sweeping across the chaotic streets and wreaking havoc across the entire battlefield.

Having not had a proper workout in years, this 'barbarian' ancestor was itching for a fight.

With the Rain Father expelled from the material plane, the massive psionic storm naturally began to subside very quickly.

Thanks to Bul-Kathos's clearing operation, the Thunderhawk gunships that came to pick them up encountered no attacks along the way and successfully brought the surviving Ultramarines back to the "Odysseus" in planetary orbit.

This is a powerful, enhanced strike cruiser, serving as a mobile fortress and command center for the 4th Company of the Extreme Chapter, while also being capable of rapid response, area control, orbital strikes, and boarding assaults.

It is larger than the standard Luna-class strike cruiser, with a magnificent hull like a Gothic cathedral. Its 12-kilometer-long hull is covered with thick adamantite armor plates, engraved with the glorious combat history of the Ultramarines and Imperial motto reliefs.

The system is fully equipped with a new star cannon, torpedo tubes, macro cannon arrays, light spear arrays, laser turrets and close-in weapon arrays, airborne pod launch silos, and assault boat launcher hangars, making it armed to the teeth.

Even so, this strike cruiser still appeared insignificant in the face of the Starforger.

In the machine repair room, Astas Seto, the fourth company commander, finally met the 'culprit' who caused the heavy casualties of his Astartes.

The cylindrical 'beacon' is suspended in the defensive force field and is rotating slightly.

It was so exquisite, its case engraved with unknown incantations, exuding an air of mystery.

A large number of mechanical devices surrounded the other party, conducting a comprehensive investigation, while the responsible mechanical priest buried himself in the massive amount of feedback data, trying to analyze the composition, origin, and specific structure of this mysterious device.

"What have you gained, Philon-14 Sage?"

“It’s a riddle bestowed by the Om Messiah, Company Commander.” Ferron-14 was lifted by a sturdy mechanical arm and descended from the ceiling. Unlike other mechanical sages, this ship’s priest was not equipped with his own mobility components at this moment, but was temporarily linked to the mechanical arm in the machine room.

"This device uses heretical technology that is completely different from the Empire's knowledge system, and the overall material is also of some unknown composition."

The fourth company commander bent down, carefully examining the 'trinket' in front of him, and asked with a solemn expression, "Any new discoveries, Philon-14 Sage?"

"Under the watchful eye of the Om Messiah, it has been continuously emitting some kind of unknown psionic signal. After preliminary verification, it can be confirmed that it matches the unknown warp signal that lured the Tyranids to suddenly change course."

"It's hard to imagine that such a small thing could affect the massive Tyranid race," the fourth company commander exclaimed.

"Your statement needs correction, Company Commander. It's currently in a low-power 'hibernation' state, which is why the signal strength is so weak," the Mechanical Sage said, his hands moving rapidly across the control panel in front of him.

Can it be parsed?

“It’s very difficult. None of the device’s construction follows the sacred teachings of the Om Messiah. It will take a lot of time to decipher it.”

The meaning of "Mechanical Sage" is quite clear: this is an outright heretical technological creation.

"You know, what we lack most right now is time, Philon-14 Sage," the fourth company commander said with a worried expression.

If this drags on any longer, the main force of the Tyranids will have devoured the entire Extreme Starfield.

Chapter 1028 The Dark Forest and the Lighthouse

"Furthermore, based on the strength of the previously retained signal samples, there should be another signal amplification device assisting in the joint operation." The Mechanical Sage ignored the other party's complaints and continued to explain his deduction.

"Could we start with this signal amplification device?"

Having said that, the two could only turn their attention to the former think tank director, who was bowing his head and praying to the emperor in the corner. After all, he was the only one present who had been directly involved and might have seen the so-called amplification device.

"Advisor Ptolemy, are you alright?" the young fourth company commander asked with concern.

“Of course,” Ptolemy turned around, concealing a look of doubt and confusion behind his white beard.

The fourth company commander keenly noticed the other party's slight abnormality, but did not ask any questions and remained silent.

"Sage, please connect to the recording device on my armor." The old think tank handed his helmet to the mechanical arm that descended from the ceiling.

Security verification was completed quickly, the stored images were retrieved, and after being filtered by the Philon-14 Sage, an image was projected in front of everyone.

This is an unknown device in the shape of a massive, circular platform, which is quite different from the orthodox aesthetic style of the Mechanicus.

“That’s right. When it was found, it was placed on this strange altar, which should be its ‘amplifier’.”

Ptolemy seemed a little irritated, subconsciously rubbing his eyes, and continued to explain: "Without a doubt, this thing has the function of amplifying psionic signals."

“Agreed, and the creation itself does not conform to the sacred doctrine of the Om Messiah, even in its appearance.” After careful consideration, the Mechanical Sage also agreed.

"Another heretical technology, things are getting complicated," the fourth company commander frowned.

In fact, he already had a second plan in mind at that moment.