The Creators: From Night City

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Dominius Belisarius Caul, the great sage who had been away from Mars for many years, was quite famous, as was his 'heretical behavior'.

However, the timing and location of the other party's appearance were too coincidental, and coupled with the other party's not-so-good reputation, he began to doubt the other party's 'loyalty' and stance.

However, his insistence on defending his homeland ultimately left him with no other choice.

In docking bay number 7 of the Odysseus, the fourth company commander and Ptolemy, leading a team of Ultramarines, awaited the arrival of this great sage.

The magnificent metal docking bay was docking with the help of a robotic arm. During the wait, the fourth company commander suddenly spoke to the veteran next to him.

"Advisor, I've noticed you've been frowning ever since you returned from the ground. What's wrong?"

"It has nothing to do with the mission, Company Commander."

"Be vigilant against the erosion of chaos, advisor. Although you have served in the think tank for a very long time, I think I should still remind you."

"In addition, the chapter's priests are always ready to serve if needed."

Ptolemy was not angry about the vigilance and doubts. After all, the nature of a psychic meant that he would be treated this way for the rest of his life, and he was already used to it.

However, in order not to distract the Fourth Company Commander's precious energy and allow him to better focus on the current mission of drawing away the Zerg Hive fleet, the old think tank ultimately decided to tell the truth.

"It's Xingju, Company Commander."

Ptolemy led the fourth company commander to a secluded spot and explained his findings.

"During my routine prayers, I noticed the light of the star torch changing several times."

When Imperial psionicists draw upon psionic energy, they cannot seek the protection of the Starfire. On the contrary, psionic energy that has not been 'assimilated' by the Emperor will only get burned if it gets too close to the Starfire.

However, the existence of the Star Torch still provides spiritual inspiration to Imperial psykers.

In the vast ocean, the eternal light produced by the burning of that great star torch itself represents the will of the Emperor. Its very existence provides spiritual support to many psykers in their years of fear and despair as they fight against the corruption of the warp.

The state of the Star Torch can undoubtedly reflect the Emperor's current state. However, over the past few millennia, the Star Torch's brilliance has remained relatively stable, with very few dramatic fluctuations in a short period of time.

Although the fourth company commander was not a psionicist, he could still understand Ptolemy's expression.

"Has the brilliance of the Star Torch weakened?" the fourth company commander asked with a grim expression.

The docking of the transshipment compartments was completed, and the heavy doors began to open slowly.

Before setting off to greet him, Ptolemy gave an answer that left the fourth company commander completely baffled.

"I don't know either, Company Commander."

………………

Darkness, like the clearest crystal, filled the entire world completely.

Under the pitch-black night, countless strange, ferocious, and cruel beings lurk in the shadows, active in this dark forest.

Darkness is their protective umbrella, and it should be the protective umbrella for all existence.

But somewhere in the forest, a lighthouse stands stubbornly.

The mottled brick tower is covered with layers of grease, like thick black asphalt, which meander down from the fire chamber at the top of the lighthouse, almost turning the entire tower black.

At the top of the lighthouse, a huge fire was burning, radiating endless light and heat in all directions, carving out a small, dark place in this vast dark forest.

After finishing his work outside the tower, the 'craftsman' carried the stone hammer he was used to in one hand and a bundle of white rubber hoses on his shoulder in the other. He laid the hoses down as he climbed up the wooden steps.

The lighthouse was built so long ago and lacked effective maintenance that every time a foot stepped on the stairs, it emitted a painful groan like a soul's lament.

As the rubber tube on the 'craftsman's' shoulder dwindled, he got closer and closer to the top floor.

Finally, He pushed open the slightly ajar door.

The blazing firelight immediately shone through the door.

What a huge pile of fire!

In the hearth built of rough stones, a huge fire was burning fiercely, radiating endless light and heat, making the 'craftsman's' face slightly warm.

An elderly lighthouse keeper squatted beside the fire, carefully tending to it.

He would occasionally pick up firewood from the pile of wood beside him, and when the fire seemed to be dying down, he would sadly throw it back into the flames.

These firewood pieces are often not very dry, and they crackle and pop under the lick of the flames until the fire completely ignites them, at which point they fall silent.

Despite the heatwave, the craftsman calmly entered the room and began the final modifications.

The original fire chamber has been completely altered.

The dilapidated roof has been completely removed, leaving the entire fire chamber exposed to the star-studded night sky.

The lamp body, made of mithril mixed with brass, was engraved with dense runes. A large number of gears, pipes, and drive shafts were mixed together, making the structure of this 'creation of the gods' so complex that it was dizzying. Its size was so large that it even squeezed the campfire that was originally in the center into a corner.

This is a giant flame torch with an extremely bizarre design and a wild style.

Chapter 1029 The Beginning of Madness

"How is the project progressing?" the guard asked with a sorrowful expression, without getting up.

"Have you been secretly studying these runes again?" The 'craftsman' stared at the other man's pale face, which looked as if he had exhausted himself, and said fiercely, "How many times has this happened? You can't learn it but you still insist on learning it, don't you have any self-awareness?"

The guards were completely unconcerned by the scolding, displaying an attitude of utter indifference.

"I've installed the oil extraction system, and the fuel injectors here are all adjusted. All that's left is the oil pipeline."

The craftsman sighed and continued working.

However, this did not stop Him from continuing to complain.

"But if you ask me, Old Huang, your skills are such a waste. Look how sturdy these 'pipes' left by the ancient sages are, and you've ruined them all with your half-baked skills. The only decent ones are cobbled together by me using patchwork techniques, and I even spent a lot of my own money on it."

"The quality needs to be better," the guard craned his neck, gazing at the nets with longing in his eyes, and shamelessly demanded the same.

"You're not getting a single penny. Be grateful you can make do with it. It's free, what more could you want?"

While berating the other party, the 'craftsman' skillfully assembled the mesh and fuel injector in his hand, sealed them, and then turned on all the switches step by step, leaving only the main valve open.

"This is the final step. Would you like to say a few words?"

The guard, for the first time ever, fell silent, and for the same reason, stood up.

"Once this thing is pressed, the entire galaxy will explode. Not only will those four troublemakers go crazy, but the rest of the galaxy will probably come after you."

The craftsman held the other person's hand and solemnly asked, "The most important thing is you, Old Huang, are you really sure?"

“I am ready, and of course, humanity is ready.”

He placed his fingers, covered in black grease, on the gate, and looked down over the entire dark forest one last time. In the millennia he had sat there, he had seen enough of this gloomy landscape.

The gate was opened decisively.

A soft glow began to gradually illuminate, and one after another, the intricate creation runes were lit up. This most complex creation in the 'craftsman's' history began to 'breathe'.

Countless 'energy' sources surged excitedly through the pipes, one after another eager to rush towards the new world.

However, when these demons rushed out of the pipe, they realized that they had taken the wrong path.

But turning back is impossible now.

Endless subspace energy gushed out from the pipe opening, then was restrained by an invisible force field, and could only be converted into fuel.

Two sparks were simultaneously flung into the fire by the guard and the 'craftsman,' and flames shot into the sky instantly, becoming three to five times brighter than the previous fire.

But this still doesn't meet the requirements of their plan.

"This is the largest the power supply can be for now, and this is the flow rate of the 'network.' I've done my best," the 'craftsman' explained.

"You've exceeded expectations. You've done a great job and live up to the name of 'craftsman'."

The guard took off his tattered robes, revealing his deformed body covered in filth and foul-smelling grease.

Their plan naturally wouldn't stop there.

Both the emperor and the craftsman were people who either didn't do anything at all, or they did it to the extreme. How could such a small scene be the result of their full efforts?

This device is missing a spark, a core igniter, and a central control and energy core.

One of the most powerful psionic beings in history.

"Come!"

His voice was so firm that it left no room for doubt.

So the 'craftsman' lit a fire.

The hand, covered in black grease, plunged decisively into the fire, and the 'etheric flames,' capable of igniting anything, quickly began to spread along the opponent's body.

Fingers, palms, shoulders, chest, head...

The lingering poison of faith accumulated over a dozen millennia transformed into the highest quality fuel, igniting the opponent from the inside out.

"Is there anything you want to say?" the craftsman asked.

"Do you know what I hear most often while sitting here?"

Before the 'craftsman' could respond, the emperor answered his own question: "No sacrifice was so great as to be unacceptable."

He left behind his last words and, without hesitation, leaped into the fiery cavity enveloped by endless creation runes.

With that, the last component is now in place.

boom!!!!!!

The raging flames pierced the night sky, and with the supply of countless high-quality phlogiston fuels, the fire grew even more ferocious.

Ten meters! One hundred meters! One thousand meters! Ten thousand meters!!

The flames eventually swelled to the horizon.

A wild fire dragon broke free from the shackles of nothingness and soared into the starry sky, determined to sweep away all darkness.

It's no exaggeration to say that dawn has broken.

"Everything is normal. This matter is settled. According to the plan, the operation will officially begin." After checking the operation of the device, the craftsman reported the good news to the emperor, who was acting as the lamp wick.

"Besides, you're not going to die anytime soon, so why all this sentimental stuff at the last minute?"

A dazzling humanoid flame stood in the center of the device, its tiny body gushing out thick, black oil as if it were alive, trying to escape, but it was tightly bound by a cage made of creation runes.

The 'Lampwick' stared blankly at the sky, which was as bright as day, and for the first time in ten thousand years, it finally smiled.

Although the excruciating pain distorted His smile, making Him look like a demon, the 'craftsman' could tell that He was genuinely happy.

He did not respond, but instead raised his arm in the flames, and several streams of fire split off from the towering pillar of fire. Following the desperate prayers that kept echoing in his ears, they fell precisely into the dark forest, blasting a clump of trees and vegetation directly into the sky.

In the past, constrained by difficulties, He had to be meticulous and careful in distributing the 'flame,' weighing every option repeatedly.

But now, as the emperor throws himself into the fire, his Blue Pact is infinite until all the emotional energy he and the entire human empire have accumulated over millennia is burned away.

More streams of fire shot out from the towering pillar of flame, so numerous they resembled a meteor shower, beginning a relentless bombardment of the entire forest.

"I've wanted to do this for a really long time."

The emperor held up his burning head, the pain of burning his very essence causing his facial features to twitch uncontrollably, so he did not turn back.

"The rest is up to you. Go and set the galaxy ablaze!"

Before the 'craftsman' went downstairs, he finally heard the emperor's instructions.

……

It's no exaggeration to say that the Milky Way is on fire.

The moment the Nova Torch lit up Holy Terra, the end came for countless warp entities.

The Nova Torch's violent psionic light directly covered one-third of the solar system within the warp. In this 'no-dark zone,' all warp entities were continuously scorched, and escape became the dominant theme in this space.

On this day, the Milky Way finally welcomed its most stern father.

Chapter 1030 A 13-Year Gamble

As long as its existence does not contain the concept of 'humanity', the Emperor's psychic energy, combined with the 'sun' formed from the ethereal fire borrowed from the 'craftsmen', will activate the 'purification' mode.

This force is extremely exclusive, tolerating no outsider whatsoever. Similarly, this flame burns everything in its path; there is nothing it will not consume.

However, with the Emperor, this 'artificial intelligence,' in charge of review and regulation at the central level, as long as one possesses factors that can be classified as belonging to the human camp, one can survive this 'judgment.'

Even so, in the instant the 'sun' leaped out, more than five million 'people' died in the entire Holy Terra.

Among these people were nobles, politicians, merchants, soldiers, prostitutes, pilgrims, workers, mutants...