The Creators: From Night City

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Is that really the case?

The answer is yes, the boarding maneuver tactic is indeed a "jack-of-all-trades".

What if the battle is stalled? Board an enemy warship and forcibly decapitate the enemy leader.

What if the Void Shield can't be breached? Jump onto the enemy warship and forcibly destroy the Void Shield's power supply device.

What if the enemy's firepower is too strong and our firepower is too weak? Jump onto the enemy warship and force a street battle.

What if the enemy's resistance is too strong? Board them...

In short, there are very few things in the Warhammer world that cannot be resolved by boarding tactics.

Boarding enemy warships, boarding planetary surfaces, boarding Zerg lairs...

Not only Astartes, but also Chaos Demons, Necromancers, and even Eldar and Zerg rely heavily on boarding tactics because they are indeed very effective.

Jiang Bing also found it useful. After seizing the opportunity and boarding Nurgle's Plague Garden, he also experienced the joy of the Astartes boarding.

Destruction, wanton destruction, bombing and blasting, burning and smashing, Jiang Bing was like a little Peppa Pig running wild, digging and digging in the little garden of the filthy.

The loving father was really unlucky. The emperor's style of doing things could be described as stealing and robbing, while Jiang Bing's style of doing things was to eat and take.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Nurgle Garden is full of dung; there are different kinds of dung, Stanley and Kinker.

Some things smell bad, but once burned into warm ether, they become palatable.

The Emperor's cursed legions entered the garden and began to burn, kill, and plunder everywhere. They killed any Nurgles they caught and ganged up on any unclean ones they found.

The trees in the Pustule Woods were felled with chainsaws, and the plague flies and grime spirits that inhabited the woods were all split in two.

The rotten swamp was scorched into a barren wasteland by the flames unleashed by the Cursed Legion. The swamp spirits and rotting zombies that lived there were all finely chopped into mincemeat and buried back into the swamp.

The various plants and animals that the loving father cherished, as well as all sorts of rotting beasts, plague monsters, and filthy spirits, were chased from the east end of the village to the west end by burning cursed warriors, crying and begging for their parents all the way.

Nurgle Gardens was engulfed in flames and in complete disarray.

The benevolent father, Nurgle, was heartbroken by this scene, but could only watch helplessly, at most trying to summon reinforcements from other areas of the garden, unable to intervene himself.

This is all because of Jiang Bing, the destroyer forged from terrifying flames, who is holding a 'dictionary' and staring menacingly at the large cauldron in front of Nurgle.

If his loving father ever gave him a chance, Jiang Bing would give him a good whack with that broken pot of excrement, otherwise he would have come all this way for nothing.

However, the two higher-dimensional beings were not just sitting there staring at each other.

In fact, Jiang Bing's attack had already begun when he arrived here, and from the place where he stood, endless flames tried to spread in all directions.

But everything in Nurgle's Garden is a manifestation of the Father's will, an embodiment of His authority, an extension of His body, a manifestation of His power, and His 'Kingdom'.

The rotten soil beneath Jiang Bing's feet contained countless plagues and diseases, and twisted microorganisms were everywhere, embodying the twisted yet higher-dimensional will of the benevolent father.

The flames spread wildly outwards, fueled by endless ether, but were stubbornly blocked by the soil, vegetation, flowers, trees, and everything in the garden.

The flames were raging, but their spread was not rapid. Nurgle used His spoon to scoop up His authority and splash it on Jiang Bing, using the sediment of the High Heaven over millions of years to try to corrupt the flames of creation. Although it could not extinguish the flames, it greatly slowed down the intrusion of the 'Etheric Flame' information.

At their level, situations where people roll up their sleeves and get into a full-blown fight are practically nonexistent.

This is not about saving face, but rather because as one of the four Chaos Gods, or an Emperor-level high-dimensional being, physical attacks are no longer very effective.

You can't just wield a dagger and cut down death; after all, not everyone is Sly Mabo.

Endless runes danced around the 'Forger', analyzing all the laws that make up Nurgle Garden and dissecting the fundamental structure of this special realm.

Although he has not yet advanced, Jiang Bing's perspective on the world has already changed, given his practical experience in building the world.

His offensive methods gradually began to evolve from the material dimension to the conceptual and world-building dimension.

In the past, when facing an enemy, he needed to follow the judgment logic of a certain system and go through the procedure to "kill" someone. Now, what he needs to do is to understand and control the system to which the enemy belongs, modify the judgment logic and even the "code" representing the enemy, and directly write the opponent's status as "dead".

Or simply erase it.

The hierarchy has reached this level, and it has become a war between authorities.

Although the benevolent father Nagou does not have such a high-level perspective, he is a natural system administrator and privilege hog in this world, and his attack methods are exactly the same as Jiang Bing's.

Faced with the invading enemy, this green-skinned fat man with a kind smile on his face all day long unleashed his full strength.

He scooped up the finest and most satisfying work from the great cauldron before him with a ladle and poured it over the invaders.

Those were seven plagues, seven plagues that best represented the essence of the Father, each one a masterpiece He had refined over a long period of time.

"Black Death" is a historical disease that can cause time itself to decay.

"Fatherly love" removes the corrupting sense of bliss, and eliminates feelings of resistance and aversion.

"Rust Plague" is a corrupting plague that can infect all matter, whether it is steel, energy fields, memories, or even higher-dimensional beings.

"Mind ulcer," a meme plague, can be contagious through knowledge, memory, and thinking itself; to know it is to be infected.

"The End of the Cycle," the Father's most satisfying work, eliminates the 'death' of the infected—of course, only 'death'.

"Starfire heat" primarily affects the concept of "heat," but the "heat" it transmits is no longer energy, but rather a structural increase in entropy.

"The Pox of Unity" infects the boundary between reality and illusion within the infected person, infinitely dissolving that veil.

The seven plagues overlapped and reinforced each other, working together to infect Jiang Bing's divine body from a higher dimension.

An ominous dark green snaked up his body, and all sorts of ailments appeared around Jiang Bing, trying to erode the message of His existence and make Him sick.

The response to Nagued was a stone hammer that slammed down on the cauldron.

Respectable people certainly wouldn't lay a hand on someone, but when did Jiang Bing ever claim to be a respectable person?

Chapter 1077 Spiral Ascension Fighting Method

Look at this pot, it's big and round. Look at this spoon, it's long and wide.

As if all the brilliance in the world had been forged, Jiang Bing unleashed his full singing and dancing prowess, shouting "Damn it!" as he swung the hammer in a magnificent arc, slamming it heavily onto the filthy pot.

Queen Marika could never have imagined that the stone hammer she brought from her homeland would have such a glorious moment.

Mysterious creation runes surround this weapon, which had already shattered the 'laws' once, weaving together a high-dimensional creation code.

The laws are shattered!

The pot of filth is not just a pot in a strict sense, but also one of the anchors intertwined with His original person.

Strictly speaking, the origin of Nurgle stems from the collection of emotions and concepts of disease, decay, despair, and such suffering among all life in the universe.

The crucible is the source of His distorted life, an eternally boiling "life container," representing the disorder and entropy increase in the natural process of life, symbolizing the uncontrolled reproduction, mutation and corruption of life.

Now, these rules, written into the underlying logic of the world, are being constantly shaken and reshaped under Jiang Bing's hammer blows.

boom!!

The ancient stone hammer struck the crucible, and the earth-shattering echo reverberated throughout the entire subspace.

The collision between the laws generated a violent shockwave that turned half of the Plaguewood into dust.

The power over the cycle of life and death is loosening, and the authority that Nurgle has seized so much of is beginning to waver.

This was an ending that the green-skinned, loving father could not accept.

This is tantamount to Jiang Bing undermining His very foundation at the source level.

He became unusually serious.

Wild energy surged from the Plague Garden, tinging the emotional vortex of the Warp with a thin layer of green.

Since the birth of time, since the beginning of the world, since the warp took shape as a reflection of the real world, all the diseases, all the 'bugs' that have occurred in life, and all the ways of death recorded in the world have been mobilized by this benevolent father, forming a long river of plague that overwhelmingly submerged the 'Forger'.

The divine garment that the proverbs had taken form quickly decayed, the holy light began to dim, and the brilliance itself began to decline.

The scourge began attacking the system named Jiang Bing with a massive amount of 'Trojan viruses'.

The three gods watching the battle reacted quickly. Instead of continuing to harass the Emperor, they stirred up an emotional storm together, forming a solid barrier, ready to keep the Emperor's power firmly outside Nurgle Garden at any time.

They didn't care about the lives of either side; Khorne only wanted to see rivers of blood, Tzeentch wanted to see new changes, and Slaanesh only acted for fun.

The starlight representing the will of the human race surged instantly, and pale flames burst forth, carving a wide road through the warp and heading straight for the Garden of Nurgle.

However, the Emperor did not intend to forcefully attack the barrier formed by the power of the three gods, but instead made a decision that surprised all the spectators.

The pale flames did not attack the barrier. Instead, as if anticipated, they seeped into the barrier like a gentle spring rain, making the already indestructible 'barrier' even more 'authoritative'.

With the addition of the Emperor's Pale Flame, the already mixed energy properties of the 'Wall of Sighs' have become even more complex.

Suddenly, the number of administrator privileges was forcibly increased from three to four. Not only could the Emperor not pass through, but the power of the three gods was also blocked without the Emperor's consent.

The situation suddenly became delicate.

In the realm of Nurgle, in the long river of concepts composed of all 'epidemics' of the past, present, and future, a 'flame' of creation suddenly ignites, breaking through obstacles and burning infinitely brightly.

Jiang Bing hadn't had such an exhilarating battle in a long time.

As he grew stronger, everything in the material world became no different from tofu or a sponge in his hands, and the enemies he encountered were no longer in the same dimension and could not be considered opponents.

And Nurgle, who represents a part of the world, is clearly a perfect match as his adversary.

The flames grew ever more intense, burning everything to nothingness. Space collapsed, and the emotions that made up the subspace vanished into nothingness upon approaching, decomposing into pure foundational elements.

Jiang Bing has shed his glamorous and sacred appearance, becoming more 'pure'.

The aftershocks of this battle could be felt across a large portion of the subspace.

However, only the Four Gods, the Emperor, and a handful of qualified subspace beings can glimpse Jiang Bing's 'true' appearance.

He could not be seen clearly, had no facial features, and his limbs were as ethereal and uncertain as chaos, transforming into a group of information anchored by pure, uncertain etheric mist.

These information, these existences themselves, are constrained by the concept of the Great One, and then manifested through Jiang Bing's Dao markers, becoming complex and incomprehensible creation runes.

A symbol is, in itself, a condensation of the symbol itself that represents the concept.

It records information, it serves as a carrier, and it is the foundation upon which Jiang Bing's new life form will be constructed after his promotion.

Machinery, fire, world, creation, craftsmanship, manufacturing, origin... Surrounded by countless concepts, a single point of scarlet stands out conspicuously, its brilliance undiminished by thousands of holy creation runes and endless streams of plague.

Ether Furnace

This gift, which originated from the original creator's gift to his followers, seems to possess a status and weight that transcends planes, rules, and concepts.

It helped Jiang Bing complete his transformation and advancement. It replaced Jiang Bing's heart to support this body. It provided energy and pumped life. It can be said to be the core of 'the forger' Jiang Bing.

Only now did Jiang Bing realize that compared to the primordial fire that seemed capable of burning everything and rules, and creating and destroying the world, this seemingly insignificant fire vessel was the true supreme gift.

The primordial fire burned all things, transforming them into ether, and also constantly forged the furnace body.

The furnace is the embodiment of Jiang Bing's individual concept; he forged himself into the furnace.

It flourishes ever more, though it is not dazzling, grand, or overshadowing, it is the foundation of everything.

The First Flame is now vastly different from what it was in the Dark Souls world. It has burned far too much 'fuel' and has long since evolved into a completely new being.

Today, amidst the torrential rain of endless plague, it burns ever brighter and more magnificently under the protection of the furnace.

The flames finally rose up, igniting everything.

The inexhaustible ether was filled into it without hesitation, and the same endless concept of plague was forcibly poured into it.

The burning aether forcibly ignites the power of Nurgle, and the resulting aether combines with the aether continuously supplied by the Emperor, used once again to raise the flames of the Aether Furnace, continuing to burn Nurgle's energy...

Under the awe-inspiring gaze of the four gods and a vast unknown entity, Boss Jiang stepped on his right foot with his left and forcefully 'flew' into the air.

Chapter 1078 Vaccine for Smallpox

Compared to the flashy abilities of this Plague Lord and Rot Lord, Jiang Bing, the 'Forger', has a simple, direct, brutal, efficient, and unbeatable method of fighting to the death.

It can be described as killing a thousand enemies, losing eight hundred, gaining five hundred, then adding another three hundred to make a thousand, and continuing the battle.

Of course, if it were just that, it would be nothing more than a suicidal act of mutual destruction.

How could the Creator's most treasured skill be so simple?

As a large number of concepts related to 'epidemic,' 'disease,' 'plague,' and 'defects of life' were burned, Jiang Bing's understanding of related knowledge deepened.

Putting aside other implications, as this 'programmer' became more and more familiar with the workings of these 'Trojan' programs, his cracking efficiency increased.

In the context of combat, this manifests as his incineration-to-conversion ratio rapidly improving.

Once the returns turn positive, a terrifying chain reaction will truly begin.

This is the truly terrifying aspect of the Creator's path.

However, it is clear that Nurgle will not give Jiang Bing enough time.