The Creators: From Night City

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Jiang Bing beckoned, and the elevator in front of him skipped the verification process and started automatically, sending the two to the top platform of the Mechanical Temple.

"So you'd better tell me your true purpose for coming here before my patience reaches its limit."

The platform offered an extremely wide view, providing a clear view of the entire human front.

"How arrogant you are! Were you perhaps born from the arrogance of humanity's collective thought?" Beneath Tarasin's terrifying appearance lay the mind of a scholar, and he inquired with curiosity.

Jiang Bing's response, "It's none of your business," was tinged with a roguish air.

"You deliberately released this team of Imperial Inquisitors, didn't you? To infiltrate the team, you even used some kind of cognitive distortion technology, plus this clone. You really went to great lengths."

"I don't believe you would go to such lengths just to witness a scene of infighting that is so common within the empire."

"What is your relationship with 'Star God'?" Tarachin did not answer, but tried to change the subject.

At this moment, he had overturned the speculation that the 'Om Messiah' that inexplicably appeared in the human empire was an incarnation of the Emperor's soul. Instead, the new speculation was that the Emperor might have used a fragment of a star god to create a new 'genetic entity'.

The former surprised him, while the latter terrified him.

After all, the Star God will always be the 'big daddy' and eternal nemesis of the Necromancers.

"And why are you here?" Jiang Bing asked in return.

"One answer for another?" Tarasin tried to ask.

"Can"

“Someone who is very close to me…” Tarasin paused, as if searching for the right words.

"My 'close' stargazing technician predicted a very interesting possible future. Since he couldn't leave, he could only entrust me to go to a certain important point in it to investigate the truth."

"So it was the astrologer Orikan," Jiang Bing said, revealing the truth and causing Tarachin to fall silent.

Astrologers are a unique profession among the Necromancer race of space, similar to the Prophets of humanity, but they use some unknown art to predict the future by deducing the patterns of interstellar motion.

Orikan was the greatest and most skilled astrologer among the Necromancers of the cosmos. His astrological memory was unparalleled, and he predicted tens of thousands of years ago the fall of the Eldar, the rise of humanity, the Horus Rebellion, the Tyranid invasion, and the arrival of the Great Rift. He was revered as the Great Astrologer.

The main reason his predictions were so accurate was not because he was a master astrologist, but because he could travel through time and read the scripts over and over again.

If necessary, he will also intervene in the past to ensure that future developments conform to his 'prophecy'.

However, doing so often leads to even bigger problems in the future.

"However, as far as I know, Orikan is your old nemesis, isn't he? He's too busy trying to screw you over, so why would he entrust you with a so-called future node..."

At this point, Jiang Bing suddenly realized something.

Tarachin had clearly figured it out, and his already green face turned even blue.

In fact, the information he just mentioned wasn't entrusted to him by Orikkan, but rather stolen from Orikkan's tomb world.

Clearly, this 'prophet' had read the script beforehand and plotted against his old adversary with whom he had a love-hate relationship for tens of millions of years.

"As expected of the Great Astrologer, he really knows how to trick people without them even realizing it." Jiang Bing had also come to his senses. He looked up at the far distance of the sky, as if he could see the figure of the Great Astrologer hidden in the flow of time.

"What kind of future are you talking about?" Jiang Bing continued to ask.

“One question leads to another,” Taracin advised.

"ask"

"You and the Star God...?"

“I ‘digested’ it.”

The answer was more serious than Tarachin had anticipated.

"It's my turn. What kind of future did you mention?"

Tarasin hesitated for once, but in the end, his curiosity about 'Om Messiah' outweighed the weight of the secret.

"The Milky Way is burning."

The other party was clearly holding back, but this answer was enough for Jiang Bingxin to understand.

Clearly, his plan with the Emperor had been discovered by those with ulterior motives, and the great astrologer Orikan obviously wanted to include the Necromancers of the cosmos in the plan.

After all, space necromancers are naturally at odds with chaos.

“My turn,” Taracin said, carefully examining Jiang Bing’s body, which was constructed using nanomaterials.

"Which star god is it, and to what extent have you 'digested' it?"

Jiang Bing answered the question, “I took away part of the Void Dragon’s authority,” with unusual candor.

The space necromancer suddenly realized, "No wonder you call yourself 'Om Messiah'."

"So that girl from earlier, that emotionally expressive iron-man 'divine messenger,' was your creation?"

The space necromancer spends its entire life searching for a way to restore its lost soul and the possibility of regaining its humanity.

The coincidence of encountering Yuri, who is exceptionally expressive of emotions, clearly caused the 'Endless King' to have some misunderstandings.

But there aren't that many coincidences and misunderstandings in this world.

All of this was a meticulously planned scheme by Jiang Bing.

With so many relatives, the reason Jiang Bing chose Baihe, an Edos-like person with little combat power, to be sent to the Extreme Starfield, and the reason he packaged her as the 'Om Messiah' divine messenger and promoted her extensively, was because she was the most suitable, all for today.

Lily was the bait Jiang Bing used to lure out space undead and the Spirit Race.

Yes, and the Eldar.

Chapter 1063 The Battle for the Century Bridge!

The world is like a walled city; those inside want to get out, and those outside want to get in.

The Necromancers of space dream of regaining their souls, while the Eldar dream of eliminating their own souls to survive and escape the clutches of the Slaanesh.

These two were inseparable brothers in ancient times, constantly fighting each other. Now they are even more like lovers who hate each other, which is truly lamentable and makes one sigh at the unpredictability of life.

Therefore, both races will inevitably take the bait sooner or later in the face of Lily, this 'Edoth-like person'.

Looking up from a higher dimension, Jiang Bing saw that Taraxin's body was empty, devoid of soul and emotion, containing only pure nothingness.

These mourners, who were tricked by the Star God into devouring the souls of their entire race, were actually part of his and the Emperor's 'plan'.

After all, the galaxy is so vast, and since humanity is preparing to self-destruct, these heretics shouldn't expect to have an easy time either; they all have to be dragged down with them.

However, before he could even approach them, the most suitable foster son came to him on his own.

This is going too smoothly.

Jiang Bing suddenly remembered Taraxin's earlier words and suddenly understood.

Orikan the Great Stargazer!

This prophet seems to have truly foreseen something, and has begun to make arrangements in advance.

In the face of chaos, the Necromancers of space are a race worth trying to win over.

After all, normally speaking, space necromancers and warp demons are irreconcilable enemies.

Demons are made of emotions and soul energy and feed on them, while space necromancers are purely material, soulless mechanical creations.

Near these merciless undead, the radiance of the warp will "fade," and the chaos demons will feel "hunger" and "emptiness." They cannot draw even a sliver of sustenance from these mourners. Fighting the undead is like eating sand for the chaos—utterly nutritious and deadly.

The space necromancer is itself an anti-subspace expert.

Their Blackstone technology can bidirectionally adjust the strength of the barrier between the subspace and the real universe.

In addition, they also deeply hate the warp, chaos, and everything related to it.

“Tarashin the Endless One, I have a deal,” Jiang Bing said, turning his gaze from the camp to the 'mummy' in a demonic whisper.

"I believe you will be interested..."

Taracin stopped tearing at the nano-shroud covering his body and listened carefully to what the other person was saying.

He wasn't stupid; he had already figured out that there must be a reason why his 'best friend' had gone to such lengths to trick him into this situation.

Therefore, it seems that the 'Om Messiah' in front of us and his so-called deal were the ultimate goal of Origin's orchestration of this scene.

……

Aside from the parties involved, no one knows what 'Om Messiah' and 'The Endless One' talked about. The fanatics of the Mechano Temple only know that when the two came downstairs, the space necromancer had already 'submitted'.

They were not surprised, after all, the great 'Om Messiah' was the holy Lord of all machines, and subduing a mere mechanical necromancer was a piece of cake.

Anyway, when the invincible Second Company Commander Cato Sicarius charged into the Mechanical Temple with his family heirloom sword, 'Tarasin,' this space necromancer, didn't utter a sound and obediently followed Lily's side, acting like a loyal strategist who was always at her beck and call.

This is undoubtedly abnormal, magical, illogical, and illogical.

But it actually happened.

The second company commander felt that his values ​​were being tested.

But soon, he no longer had time to test his own values.

The Plague Legion launched a fierce offensive, and the defenses of the Twelfth War Zone were under severe test.

……

The earth was trembling.

The sky was roaring.

Huge cannonballs rained down like hailstones, striking the void shield.

A bridge built in the last century cannot truly keep the enemy out.

After all, besides the massive number of plague zombies, the Plague Fleet also possesses other military forces.

The enemy, who had been plotting for a long time, finally launched a fierce offensive against the position.

Large numbers of plague beasts, plague executioners, and even plague crawlers and demonic engines such as plague mechs have been deployed to the battlefield, advancing along the barely passable Century Bridge and launching a fierce offensive.

The human defenders are launching a fierce counterattack.

Several heavy blaster rifles positioned at the bridgehead unleashed terrifying tongues of fire, turning a plague beast walking on the Century Bridge into a bloody pulp with a storm of metal.

The terrifying firepower created a dense barrage of bullets, slowly pushing the enemy back off the bridge.

With the Void Shield in place, the enemy's counter-attack ranged firepower cannot threaten the human bridgehead positions for the time being.

But the enemy's main force is not here either.

A large number of ugly, giant carrion flies took off from the opposite bank of the canyon and began their 'armed swim' despite the anti-aircraft fire from the position.

They passed easily through the void shield, huge pustules hanging from their ugly, ferocious claws, and were dropped as they swept over the battlefield.

The abscess contains deadly acidic pus, and also harbors a large number of virus-carrying flies and tarantulas.

Once these monsters were deployed to human settlements, they began to spread rapidly, infecting everything around them.

One of the Astral Army soldiers was unable to dodge in time and was engulfed by the plague swarm, instantly letting out a terrible scream.

These tiny insects used their sharp claws and teeth to tear open his protective gear, frantically burrowing into his body through his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, secreting a deadly plague that transformed him into a plague-ridden zombie subservient to the will of Nurgle.

The wails gradually faded away. The Astral Army soldiers fell to the ground, convulsed violently a few times, then suddenly raised their heads and stiffened their bodies.

An ominous green began to creep over his faceplate and body.

This body is decaying!

The scorching flames arrived just in time before the process was complete.

The chemical defense troops, carrying promethium flamethrowers, filled the trench with flames, instantly turning the swarming flies into charcoal and even the zombies that were transforming into embers.

Despite the timely response from the human forces, casualties continue to rise.

Worse still, the ground collapsed during the tremors.

A maggot digger secretly dug through a 100-meter-high canyon and emerged from the human territory.

Countless Nurgles, accompanied by a large number of Plague Warriors, poured out of the passage, followed by several Plague Messengers.

A small number of Plague Astartes, including Blood Slaughterers and Plague Warriors, emerged from the tunnels dug by the Stubborn Maggots, unleashing terrifying firepower on the human positions with their live explosive guns.

The Astral Army immediately engaged in brutal close combat.

Without the advantage of space, the mortal support troops immediately fell into a disadvantage when facing the extremely resilient Nurgle demons.

A bayonet the length of a forearm cannot kill a Nurgle with a single blow, but even a basic Nurgle demon infantryman, the Plague Walker, can unleash a whirlwind of blood and gore with his Plague Blade.

The high-energy laser emitted by the 'flashlight' can only cause minor injuries, and it often takes several shots to a vital spot to eliminate a plague walker.