The Creators: From Night City

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The situation took a sharp turn for the worse and deteriorated rapidly.

boom!

The repeated bombardment caused the left side armor to break under the strain, creating a crack that allowed terrifying gusts of wind to rush in.

The airtightness of the assault pod was compromised, and under the disturbance of atmospheric pressure, the pod began to lose its balance and started to break apart.

Disintegration could happen at any time.

Just as the Ultra Warrior secured his equipment and prepared to begin an emergency physical descent, ready to risk his life, Lily suddenly broke free from the restraints and lunged at the crack in the wall.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the metal box in her arms quietly opened a crack, like mercury spilling onto the ground or yellow sand flying around. Delicate nano-elements poured out, seemingly alive, climbing up the crack in the cabin wall, threading the needle, and quickly stitching up the hideous 'wound'.

And so, amidst the eerie silence of the interior and the deafening roar of the exterior, Lily's actions resembled those of a Qing Dynasty paperhanger, descent, attacks, and patching up as she went, managing to land the assault pod, trailing a smoking tail, at the designated location within the Twelfth War Zone.

The Ultra Warriors, who had been waiting there, rushed forward and helped the people inside the cabin escape before the Chaos forces could surround them.

………………

"Have you heard? Lord Guilliman, the Divine Child, has awakened and is already at the front lines."

"Have you heard? The Emperor has sent his envoy to the front lines with Lord Guilliman's first batch of airdropped support."

“You’re wrong. It’s not the Emperor’s messenger, but the messenger of Om Messiah.”

"Nonsense, he is clearly the living saint of the empire..."

"Does that mean we no longer need to restrict our food intake?"

"I doubt it. Even if there are airdropped supplies, they'll most likely be weapons and ammunition."

In the rest area behind the Century Bridge position, a lot of rumors were spreading, making the whole area chaotic.

These messages, deliberately released by the second company commander, did boost morale, but they also caused unrest among the people.

The judge led his guard through the rest area, preparing to return to the camp of his loyal Eagle Storm Legion.

The judge's infamy was so great that it could silence even the most nagging child in the empire. Wherever he went, silence fell instantly, and all the soldiers kept their mouths shut.

But the rumors still reached the judge's ears.

As a high-ranking inquisitor of the Empire, Grey Farfus naturally had his own private guard, the elite Stormtroopers, the loyal heirs of the Empire.

Each Loyalist Stormtrooper squad is composed of elite soldiers trained and equipped to the highest standards of the Empire. These war orphans, born into the Loyalist Academy, are brainwashed from a young age to be loyal to the Empire, and their performance lives up to their upbringing.

They are highly disciplined, well-equipped, extremely powerful, ruthless, focused on their mission, and loyal to the Empire.

The stormtroopers under the Inquisition's command are even more superior.

The tall Inquisitor silently entered the Stormtroopers' own camp and, under the watchful eyes of several Stormtroopers clad in full armor, went into a building.

Upon entering, the seemingly arrogant judge bowed respectfully to a female judge inside the room, who was dressed in old-fashioned combat nun armor and wore a monocle.

"Lord Grefafors, Valdi has come to report."

Chapter 1059 Cosplay in Progress

The other person raised their head from the complex holographic map of the surrounding terrain, revealing a serious woman's face. Her cold expression was like frost, and most of it was still hidden under the brim of the tall, round hat on her head.

"Do these Ultramarines suspect you?" the real Grefax asked.

"Not at all, sir."

“This is not normal, not normal at all, just as abnormal as that damned heretical labyrinth.” The female judge’s tone was full of suspicion.

“In my opinion, it’s understandable, sir.” Waldy stood next to the other man, and together they looked at the battle projection on the table.

"After all, four hundred years have passed, sir. Your records should have been sealed away by the Inquisition by now."

"Furthermore, this is a remote and extreme star system."

"Hmph," Grefafus snorted coldly.

“Those insects had been hoping for my death for a long time, but unfortunately I didn’t die in that dimensional labyrinth, which probably disappointed them.”

"Based on my observations, Lord Grefafors, I believe we should have returned to the real universe."

"I know."

“But the world of Solemnas is millions of worlds away from this planet. It’s too much of a coincidence that we’ve just escaped our prison and now we’re here, in the midst of this war. We need to be wary of whether this is still a conspiracy,” the female judge expressed her concerns.

Judge Waldy responded softly.

"By the way, you must have heard the rumors circulating in the camp."

Waldy nodded in agreement.

What do you think?

“Lord Robert Guilliman’s awakening is definitely a good thing for the Empire. His return will surely alleviate the current pressure on the Empire,” Judge Waldy analyzed.

"Undeniably, Robert Guilliman's awakening in this sector has indeed added significant weight to this war."

"His return will undoubtedly greatly strengthen everyone's faith in the Emperor and restore the garrison's confidence in resisting foreign enemies."

"What about the others?"

"You mean the 'Emperor's Envoy' sent by Lord Guilliman?"

“The Emperor’s messenger, the messenger of Om Messiah, the title is not important.”

“But faith is a double-edged sword,” the female judge said with certainty.

"If used properly, it can be humanity's greatest weapon. However, even the sharpest sword is limited by the person wielding it. When the sword of faith is tainted by evil and its blade is turned against the empire, the damage it can inflict on the emperor and the empire is far greater than all the heretics and demons in the entire space combined." The female judge looked at her adjutant and said, word by word.

“It is our duty, sir.”

"Yes, it is our duty."

“Those among us who call themselves the most holy must undergo the most severe tests.”

At this point, Grafaffs made his decision.

"Seeing is believing. Go and negotiate with that rigid commander of the Ultramarines. We must meet with this uninvited messenger."

"I will obey your command."

…………

The industrial area behind the Century Bridge did not come to a standstill because of the war.

On the contrary, it continued to rumble day and night, providing the defenders with any supplies they could.

The mechanical temple, located in the heart of the industrial zone, became the most important logistical and maintenance point for the defenders because it contained a large amount of equipment.

The Plague Fleet's blockade disrupted the supply of raw materials. After many production lines ran out of locally stored materials, they could no longer produce anything. However, under the control of the Mechanic, they could still use local materials to melt down scrap for refurbishment and recasting, or repair damaged equipment.

Inside the mechanical temple, which has now been transformed into a logistics maintenance point and supply depot.

The judges' team finally found the 'divine messenger' who had descended from the sky.

When Grefafus, disguised as a servant, followed Valdi, who was disguised as the master, and saw the rumored messenger of Om Messiah for the first time, endless doubts welled up in his heart.

She, Katarina Grefax, a powerful telepath, couldn't sense the slightest human thought patterns in the seemingly cute girl.

This is undoubtedly a provocation against a mad judge whose mind is filled with symptoms of paranoia and delusions of persecution.

But before she could grip the crossbow at her waist and leap out to yell at the other party, "You monster, I can tell you're not human at first glance," the miraculous situation before her silenced her for the time being.

Katarina Grefax had not found the truth about what the messenger of Om Messiah should look like in the Imperial annals, but as a rare judge who firmly believed in the truth of the Empire, this typical atheist had to admit that the messenger of Om Messiah should perhaps look like this.

The messenger of the God of Myriad Machines, Lily, stood on a high platform, holding a metal box in her hand, tilting it downwards as if cosplaying Guanyin of the South Sea.

And the metal box did not disappoint him, as it was gushing out fine, silvery-white metallic sand.

Under the watchful eyes of numerous mechanical sages, mechanical priests, and several ultramarine technical sergeants, these sand-like nano-elements seemed to possess a real life, instantly transforming into a surging wave of metal upon landing, completely enveloping the badly damaged and nearly totaled Riemann Nustank.

After a few breaths, the metallic surge receded, revealing a Riemann Nustank that looked brand new.

The twisted cannon barrel, the blown-out armor holes, and the broken tracks were all completely renewed.

Oh my god! The holy Om Messiah has appeared!

More than a dozen maintenance workers responsible for equipment supply immediately prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to Lily, their expressions so fanatical that it was as if they had seen her second parents.

But this is still not the limit that the Archangel Yuri can achieve.

The metal box remained tilted, and the surging nano-elements rushed out like a torrent or a tsunami, or cascaded down like a waterfall, gathering into a wave that almost submerged the entire production workshop.

Land Raider, Predator Tank, Wedge Aegis, Rhino Available, Destroyer Assault Vehicle, Storm Falcon Hover Tank...

After dozens of vehicles in varying degrees of damage were swept over by these nano-elements, they were transformed in a very short time from a pile of 'scrap metal' into weapons of war capable of fighting for the Emperor once again.

The nanoscale flood continues to wreak havoc.

Like a living tide, they were everywhere, quickly engulfing the mountain of 'gun and cannon graves' piled up in the corner.

Under the mighty power of the God of Machines, thousands upon thousands of laser guns, bomb guns, and bolt guns that had been declared scrapped were immediately brought back to life.

Similarly, hundreds of Mark powered armor units of various models were also repaired at lightning speed.

When Lily stopped pouring the nano-elements and ended this deliberately staged 'miracle show,' she had effectively gained supreme leadership of the mechanical cult here.

Chapter 1060 The Mantis, the Oriole, and the Bird Catcher

When she finally obtained the actual logistical and supply data from the habitually closed-minded and exclusive mechanical priest, she discovered that the situation was already precarious and collapse was imminent.

Ammunition is running low, heavy equipment is scarce, and there is a lack of a systematic air superiority force.

More importantly, there is a huge shortage of medical supplies, food and water are already overloaded, and the circulation system has essentially collapsed.

The Twelfth Ward, the core of the overall surface defense line, was able to maintain its position entirely due to the high pressure of military control, the Empire's habitual inhumanity, and the assistance provided by the enemy's chaotic forces.

After all, lacking food and clothing, drinking some potentially harmful converted water and dying from illness at any time in the future is better than immediately turning into a plague zombie.

Therefore, Lily has far too many things to do right now.

However, to take swift and decisive action, there are also many obstacles that need to be overcome.

The Cult of Mechanism is one of them, the high-ranking members of the Astral Army mixed in are another, and a group of Inquisitors who inexplicably stumbled in are yet another.

"Impressive nanotechnology and space compression technology."

Judge Grefax's first words to Lily were full of hostility.

"Wow, you have a good eye for quality!"

His naive tone and somewhat innocent answer surprised the ascetic judge.

Having seen so many ruthless and unscrupulous heretics, she was quite unaccustomed to encountering such a 'simple and honest' suspect.

"So, you admit that what just happened wasn't a 'miracle' performed by Om Messiah?" the judge continued his vehement questioning.

The engine oil enthusiasts got excited.

Titus, who was in charge of guarding the area, frowned subtly as he looked at Grefax, who was dressed in classic inquisitor's attire.

'Trouble is brewing,' a thought popped into Titus's mind.

Whether it's the Inquisition or the Alien and Demon Inquisitors, these imperial lackeys are seen as mad dogs by most factions, biting anyone they can get their hands on.

Even the slightest reason will be seized upon and magnified by them, and they will relentlessly pursue it.

Titus, who had been imprisoned in the court for over a hundred years, knew this better than anyone.

“A miracle? Of course not. That’s just the standard application of nanomaterials, which falls under the realm of classical science.” Lily stepped directly into the judge’s verbal trap.

"If that's the case, how can you prove your identity as the messenger of 'Om Messiah'?"

"Hey, does this even need proof?" Lily's unpretentious look of doubt and her matter-of-fact answer almost choked the judge opposite her.

"Fabricating a high-ranking status within the state religion is a grave crime of the human empire. I hope you can provide a reasonable explanation."

“More importantly,” Grefax took the opportunity to take a few more steps forward, her powerful telepathic abilities carefully tracing the other person’s location.

Unsurprisingly, it was empty, devoid of any soul or thought. The seemingly living girl was, inside, as empty as a doll.

"What are you?!" Grefax roared suddenly, pulling out her explosive crossbow from her waist and pointing it at Lily.

"Put down the gun, Judge!"

Almost simultaneously, a dark gun barrel was pressed against the judge's forehead.

In the blink of an eye, Titus had already rushed to Lily's side, his broad body firmly protecting the girl behind him.