The Creators: From Night City

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However, with the entire water circulation system being forcibly shut down and locked, these massive pump chambers have become empty.

Similarly, traces of that great demon's remaining power are also scattered throughout this place.

Chapter 1072 The Fungal World Underground

Fungi were found on every inch of the walls in this space, and even among the pipes wrapped in various thermal insulation materials, fungi stubbornly emerged.

The surrounding lights had already been turned off, but fortunately, the key control consoles and passageways were equipped with directional blue-green self-illuminating strips, so that everyone was not completely in the dark.

The shutdown of the air circulation system made the air here extremely polluted, and a large number of toxic spores accumulated in the enclosed space, forming a thick layer on the ground.

As the team members moved forward, a rustling sound began to emerge from the darkness.

Nothing other than the twisted, chaotic creations can exist at this depth and in this environment.

In an environment filled with flying spores, within a multi-stage booster pump chamber, the extreme warriors began a new round of slaughter.

From the pump room to the main water pipeline, all sorts of twisted creatures appeared one after another, each with its own unique attack methods.

There are mushroom-shaped corpses manipulated by fungi, crawling in corners, waiting for someone to pass by before staggering forward and bursting into a sky full of highly poisonous mycelium. There are also mushroom-shaped people that look like corpses, standing silently in the darkness, suddenly awakening when the Astartes step into their territory, screaming as they pounce and frantically biting and parasitizing.

They will be met with terrifying molten flames and explosive bombs. If they are lucky enough to escape these two, even more enthusiastic plasma weapons await them.

When the team reached the location of the water quality monitoring and pretreatment cabin, the continuous influx of enemies began to gradually decrease.

“It knows we’re here,” Rasma suddenly reminded him.

At the same time, the main water supply riser appeared in front of the team.

The main water supply riser is a super pipe with a diameter of more than ten meters that runs through the entire building.

The 'artery' used to transport water is empty of liquid water at this moment, and the self-healing coating on the pipe wall and countless sensors shimmer with phosphorescence in the darkness.

Of course, the pipe walls are also covered with a dense, twisted fungus, which resembles a carpet of fungi that extends along the pipes all the way to the dark depths of the earth.

Before everyone could even stand still, a miraculous scene suddenly appeared before them.

In the unfathomable darkness, faint blue lights began to appear.

These lights emerged from the endless darkness of the pipe and spiraled upwards rapidly, eventually illuminating the entire main water supply riser.

“Interesting, it’s welcoming us.” Faced with the enemy’s provocation, Rasma felt a surge of fighting spirit.

Despite the enemy's extreme arrogance, Titus remained remarkably prudent in his actions.

He carefully observed the growth of these mushrooms. They were still growing very vigorously in the dark underground. The metal pipe walls did not affect their growth at all, to the point that they blocked the elevator passage of the maintenance route.

Titus examined the structural drawings of the entire building through his eyepiece and ultimately decided to confront it head-on.

The murky yet solid transparent observation window was covered with a molten metal bomb, and the terrifying high temperature melted it into a large, gleaming, hot metal hole.

A detection grenade was thrown down by a fellow extreme warrior, and the transmitted location signal began to drop rapidly.

1 kilometer, 2 kilometers, 10 kilometers, 50 kilometers...

The depth reading seemed to be descending endlessly until it reached 321 kilometers, at which point the wildly fluctuating depth reading finally stopped.

"Brother Jarita, is this depth beacon still working?" Titus asked the technical sergeant in his squad via voice chat.

"Of course, Captain Titus. The Terminator armor's locating beacon uses quantum communication, which is strong enough to penetrate thousands of kilometers of rock. Plus, this metal pipe well is a natural signal pathway, so the signal will definitely not be a problem."

"There's a hardwired connection from the control center to the Earth's core. I just checked it, and there's no damage. Communication underground is also guaranteed." The busy technical sergeant assured him confidently over the communication channel.

So Titus no longer hesitated.

Several shield-wielding Ultra Warriors led the way, and everyone activated their jetpacks and leaped down from the cave entrance.

The thrill of parachuting more than 300 kilometers without a parachute is obviously not something that ordinary people can enjoy. Fortunately, the backpacks on the backs of these extreme warriors provide them with enough thrust to allow them to land safely.

However, in order to reach the Earth's core as quickly as possible, the Astartes did not open their backpacks at the beginning. Instead, they allowed their massive bodies to freefall, frantically amplifying the gravitational acceleration so that they could reach the Earth's core faster.

The wind howled, and the intense friction between the ceramic armor and the spores in the air drew streaks of blazing light.

At a depth of over 300 kilometers, the group descended rapidly for nearly 15 minutes before reaching the bottom.

As soon as he landed, Titus noticed that the texture was not right.

The soft, spongy feel didn't feel like metal; instead, it felt like a muddy swamp filled with water.

He looked down and saw that the ground was covered with mycelium like a lawn, soft and comfortable to walk on.

Suddenly, multiple images appeared in the eyepiece, revealing a vibrant fungal forest.

Countless fungi swayed gently, emitting dazzling light, accompanied by other beautiful vegetation, illuminating this dark underground space like an underground fairyland, peaceful and tranquil, making him drowsy.

However, Titus always felt that something was wrong.

A nameless anxiety gnawed at his heart, eroding his spirit and causing him to constantly protest, both physically and mentally.

Just as this feeling was about to reach its peak, a sudden, intense vibration from the breastplate jolted him awake from his daze.

"Wake up!"

Rasmar pulled out a giant, bone-handed scythe from somewhere and began striking Titus's armor with the blade.

Looking down through the crimson eyepiece once more, Titus discovered that the ground was covered with a strange, deformed, and sticky carpet of fungi.

These fungal mats undulated like waves. Not long after Titus landed, a large amount of mycelium rapidly climbed up his boots and down his calves, attempting to envelop and digest him.

The spores in the air became increasingly concentrated and their colors turned more vibrant, giving off an ominous aura.

The fellow extreme warriors, immersed in the spores, stood frozen in place, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Clearly, they were all immersed in the illusion and were trying to escape.

boom!

A bomb was fired by Titus near the group, and the violent explosion shattered the calm, awakening the Ultramarines from their hallucination.

Without hesitation, the awakened Ultra Warriors used their multi-barreled pyrotechnics to fire at the ground, attempting to melt a clean surface.

However, the charred creep will be repaired by other creep coming from all directions in the next moment. The Ultra Warriors can only move forward, keep firing, and start wrestling with the creep to resist being devoured by it.

With full firepower unleashed, explosive bombs, molten metal weapons, and the glow of plasma streams illuminated the dark space, relentlessly bombarding the fungal wave.

Under the light, the surroundings were filled with fungi of all sizes, constantly wriggling, forming a dense, bizarre, and hostile forest of Nuggets fungi.

At this moment, the forest is furiously launching a fierce attack against any outsiders who dare to harm its kin.

Various explosive poisonous mushrooms, spore-spraying pods, and giant predatory fungi emerge from the fungal carpet, spewing deadly biochemical firepower.

Patches of fungal carpet began to sprout and grow rapidly, giving rise to countless hostile zombie fungal beasts that staggered toward the group, opening their arms as if to embrace them.

However, the combined firepower of the crowd was simply a drop in the ocean against the waves of fungi.

Titus activated the teleportation beacon without hesitation.

Amidst the flashing lights, a Terminator squad that had been waiting outside the building was teleported into the battlefield using the beacon's spatial positioning.

The defensive force field is activated, erecting an invisible shield to deflect the incoming spore bombardment.

These Terminator armors, armed to the teeth and specially modified for the Nurgle class, never stopped, unleashing a scorching storm of flames and high temperatures.

Chapter 1073 'Spore Father'

The will of humanity is roaring.

The scorching gunfire relentlessly penetrated the territory of the twisted fungus; the storm of bullets and explosions articulated humanity's cold yet passionate resolution.

Heresy is an unforgivable sin!

Since ancient times, when primitive people burned wasteland to clear land, iron and fire have been the sharpest weapons for mankind to fight against nature, and this is still the case today in the distant 40K.

Bizarre fungi and all sorts of twisted plants were shredded by shrapnel, burned by high-temperature flames, vaporized by plasma, stripped of their lives, killed, and destroyed.

The heavy Terminator armor marched forward with synchronized steps, like an unshakeable and magnificent city wall, coldly advancing.

The fungal carpet was rolling and twisting, as if the withering of a group of plants was causing it unbearable pain.

Even the bloodless and tearless fungal people screamed.

Numerous broken minds are linked to the soul of one great impure one.

The suffering of the fungi brought tears to the eyes of the great demon Nurgle.

A thick, sticky cloud of colorful spores gushed forth from the depths of the tunnel, its oily, multicolored appearance resembling an oil film floating on water, and blew toward the Ultramarines who were firing.

Wherever the fog reaches, fungi thrive, and even exposed metal surfaces instantly become covered with parasitic spores.

Under the authority of the Great Demon Nurgle, even the explosives fired into the fog instantly became covered in fungi and rotted to the ground.

Even the invisible defensive force field began to grow mold.

The Ultramarines were forced to retreat.

It wasn't until a dark beam of light slashed across the ground, etching a deep mark, that a massive amount of negative magic erupted from it, forming a shield that blocked the invasion of the mist.

"You cruel... insolent destroyers..."

A hissing sound, like someone with a thousand-year-old phlegm stuck in their throat, came from the darkness. Accompanied by a slight tremor in the ground, the Great Demon Nurgle 'squeezed' out of the passage.

While it is true that the bodies of the great impure are generally enormous, the one before me is exceptionally large even among the many great impure beings.

Its body is not the typical image of a fat, fleshy mountain, but more like a huge, bloated anthropomorphic fungal mountain.

Its bark-like skin is covered with a moist, tough cap and tuberculate connective tissue. Countless deformed mushrooms, poisonous fungi, molds, and wildly beautiful yet deadly fungi that defy human imagination grow out of every corner of its body like hair.

The head, resembling a puffball fungus, has no obvious facial features, only a few dark holes. These fungi act like natural helmets, enveloping the fragile senses inside in darkness.

It has no legs, or legs in the conventional sense. Its lower body is a huge, ever-growing and decaying mass of mycelium and tangled unknown roots, which makes it move like a living mudslide, constantly collapsing and rolling forward, leaving behind a clear 'fungal path'.

'Spore Father' Zugmos has officially revealed his form.

Rasmar, wielding a white bone scythe, stood between it and the Ultramarines. The rising black barrier churned with an uncertain mist, and the dense, pure negative energy clashed with the vast but distorted positive energy, hissing and annihilating each other like cold water meeting molten steel.

The Ultra Warriors and 'Sporefather' were all somewhat bewildered as they stared at the 'Great Sage of Life' who had suddenly unleashed his power.

This was the corrupting mist of a Nurgle Demon, yet it was blocked and even annihilated by a psionic barrier.

Even the strongest think tank among the Ultra Warriors wouldn't dare to make such a guarantee.

"Life and death should be an endless cycle, but you and the master behind you are hypocritically kind, neither passionate in life nor silent in death, stuck between life and death, your affectation is disgusting."

Rasmar's appearance had changed drastically. Unstable gray mist swirled around him, his white hair moved without wind, and his dark eyes showed that he was connected to the world of the dead.

“Human gifted one, you look cold and dark. Zul'Gurub hates you, the fungi hate you!”

'Spore Father' raised his thick arm, and the end of the huge hyphae bundle differentiated into a huge fungal fist, which he swung ruthlessly at the necromancer who was radiating negative energy.

To be honest, Zul'Gurub's attacks looked more like wild, chaotic punches, without any strategy or technique.

This is normal, after all, compared to Kugas or Rotigues, it is more like a "gardener" or "ecologist".

Its main battlefield is not in combat, but in the attack and corruption of the entire ecological environment.

Simply put, it's like the queen ant in an anthill, a player that focuses on farming and development.

But that doesn’t mean its attacks aren’t deadly.

Its enormous size gives its hammer blows the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. The fungal hammer, which is as big as a small house, can easily flatten a Riemann Nustank, and it is extremely oppressive.

However, while using power to intimidate others might work on mortals, Astartes, or even other demons, it's like trying to talk stock market advice in front of a know-it-all—it's just asking for humiliation.

Like a ghost, just before the massive fungal bundle crashed down, Rasma floated lightly out of the attack range with the displaced airflow.

He gripped the ridiculously large bone sickle in his hand, and like an old farmer who had harvested wheat all his life, he swiftly and decisively severed the 'Spore Father's' arm, cutting it off at the root.

It turns out that 'Spore Father', as a fungal mixture, also possesses the ability to feel pain.

The pain of limb amputation is not much to him in a strict sense, but if Rasmar's scythe is only used to cut flesh, he should just relinquish his position as the patriarch of necromancers as soon as possible.

I can't bear the shame!

As the scythe severed the flesh, it also tore off a piece of the opponent's soul, imprisoning it in Rasmar's hands.

The pain of having a piece of its soul cut off caused the 'Spore Father's' body to tremble violently, and a low, piercing buzzing sound, like countless mycelia rubbing together, emanated from its head.

The cap, resembling a puffball, wriggled and split open, revealing a "pretty face" underneath, composed of glowing hyphae and pulsating cysts—a face that dripped foul-smelling spores, like a patient with a level 10 burn who had accidentally fallen into a meat grinder, rolled around a dozen times, and then been sent by a conveyor belt into a cesspool for full fermentation before being glued back together.

The face, which is so disgusting and makes one want to vomit, also has a mouth that seems to be smiling eternally. The combination of the two is simply outrageously ugly.

Such a blow could not shake the foundation of 'spore father'. As the embodiment of the fungal community, its own vitality is incredibly tenacious.

The enormous body of the poop writhed violently, and in the blink of an eye, another arm grew out.