The Creators: From Night City

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Like a giant beast chewing fire, Jiang Bing strode forward against the current, like a warrior swimming through excrement, or a madman swimming in a cesspool, forging ahead bravely.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly powerful Four Gods; in reality, only Khorne, the Blood God, is truly formidable. Nurgle's strength lies in the authority he wields, but when it comes to close combat, he's still somewhat lacking.

Of course, being a little lacking in skill doesn't mean being completely incompetent.

Enraged, the Papa Man brandished his long spoon like a crazed chef, engaging in a fierce battle with the attackers.

To be honest, at this stage of the war, it has nothing to do with aesthetics or epic scale anymore. The battle between the two gods is more like a street brawl, but every move carries the power to destroy stars and the sun.

Jiang Bing turned his head to avoid the soup spoon smeared with excrement, then twisted to the side and smashed his father's belly with a hammer. His body shone brightly, steadfastly resisting the invasion of the laws carried by his father.

A large unclean creature carrying a rusty iron rod attempted to launch a sneak attack from behind, but Jiang Bing kicked it so far that it tumbled and crawled to the end of the garden.

In a battle at this level, the Great Demon is like a roadside creature.

The street fights were just a facade; the truth was that both gods were doing their utmost to wear down each other's essence and energy reserves.

Battles between gods, especially in the subspace formed by the spirit, are direct clashes of will, concepts, and domains of authority.

While the punches seemed intense, the bodies of both sides were reborn the instant they were destroyed. Compared to the energy consumed by the mutual obliteration of their laws, it was negligible.

However, Nurgle's body represents His existence and is inevitably inseparable from His origin.

By injuring the opponent's body, one can effectively neutralize any damage to the opponent's authority.

After exchanging blows, Nurgle was the first to get really angry.

A huge, rotten hand, forever dripping with pus and plague, appeared from the body of this chaotic evil god.

'Plague Claws'

The most powerful Chaos artifact of 'The Merciful Father' Nurgle, it originates from Nurgle's body and is a direct extension of His authority.

If Jiang Bing is injured by this claw, the concepts of "rot," "disease," and "despair" will flow into his body through the wound, eroding his spirit and causing him to "bleed" continuously.

If it were to actually stab someone, judging from the power of the laws it contains, it would be no easier than a mortal being stabbed.

A giant sword gleaming with golden light was also drawn out of nothingness by Jiang Bing. The transparent blade shimmered with golden flames, and countless creation runes were forged on the blade, spine, and edge, forming countless runic words.

'Dictionary', 'Deletion Sword'.

Its effects are simple, direct, and brutal: it erases everything, breaks down everything, transforms everything, and kills everything.

The masterpiece of Jiang Bing, the 'caster'.

The disordered subspace resembled the surface of a sea undergoing a tsunami, with waves surging outward from the Plague Garden.

Amidst the magical interplay, terrifying rays of radiation were splashed out.

After only a few rounds, the situation became clear.

The claws of plague pierced Jiang Bing's chest, and terrifying dark light surged into his body.

However, Naggle, who seemed to have the upper hand, clearly wanted to retreat, but Jiang Bing held him tightly.

The 'dictionary' vanished with the wind as Jiang Bing released his grip, and what followed, pulled from nothingness, was a sharp vinegar jar.

Using fragments of Worldstone shed from the Eye of Anu as its material, the craftsmanship of a 'Forger' as its anvil, creation runes as its skin, and a portion of the Emperor's primal conception as the 'human race' as its bone, it was forged into a malevolent artifact specifically designed to target Nurgle—'Cowpox Vinegar'.

The 'Plague Claw' pierced through his chest, leaving a trail of illusory golden blood.

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As the golden light gnawed into Nurgle's flesh and bones, which were filled with the concept of decay, it instantly surged, stretching out spiderweb-like patterns and frantically imprinting itself onto Nurgle's skin.

The crazed, loving father frantically scratched at Jiang Bing, trying to corrupt him with immeasurable depravity, but the pain was not enough to stop Jiang Bing's next plan.

He secluded himself on Mars for months, consuming most of the ether produced by Star Torch during that time, all to forge this Nail of Rules.

Outside the garden, the Emperor faced three evil gods alone, enduring their pressure, all to create an opportunity for humanity to fight against Nurgle.

He absolutely cannot give up.

His divine body was decaying, and even with the terrifying purification power of the [Ether Furnace], the erosion of the 'Claws of Plague' could not guarantee his safety.

However, Jiang Bing's hands remained unusually steady. After all, this plan, forged on his father's body and at the rule node of this universe, could only be completed by him, by a 'forger' awaiting advancement.

Changing the underlying rules governing the operation of a plane is something even the most powerful emperors could not achieve.

Not only him, but also the Four Chaos Gods, the Star Gods, and the Ancient Saints—even though they can capture stars and the moon, and even restart time, their essence is still to delete from the 'program'.

Only Jiang Bing, this intern from the quintessential 'Creator' faction, dared to, and was able to, attempt this insane plan.

Marika raised her stone hammer and slammed it down on the 'Healing Nail,' driving it into Nurgle's enormous body.

The position of 'The Forger' allowed Jiang Bing to vaguely touch the deepest foundation of the other party's origin—the 'code structure' that makes up this vast universe.

The profound structure is something he cannot comprehend at present. This universe is not like the rudimentary half-finished product in the dream 'Yarnan'. It is incredibly complete, mature, and vast, with a perfect, smooth, and interconnected underlying structure.

But this does not mean that Jiang Bing is unable to make changes.

He can't change the underlying code of this world, but he can force his own code into it.

Jiang Bing fully unleashed the true power of the "Founder"—the World-Forging Technique.

Ignoring Nurgle's wails, ignoring the 'Plague Claws' scratching at his body and the splattering blood, he struck again and again with his hammer, shattering the conceptual state of the creature.

From that moment on, all diseases, plagues, viruses, and all related concepts and creations in this world will have an additional set of seemingly insignificant 'code,' a bug powerful enough to cause an epic weakening of the Nurgle plague and disease authority over humanity.

From this point onward, the human race as a whole will conceptually develop antibodies against all plagues and diseases that have infected it.

Chapter 1079 The Horn of Counterattack

Although Nurgle is not technically dead, he is practically dead to the human race.

Although He can still reside high in the vast ocean and rule over His own life authority, His influence over the human race will be severely weakened from now on.

A patch by a GM surnamed Jiang directly kicked the Nurgle faction from the 'powerful' level to the sewers. Until the next version update, the benevolent father will probably only be able to squat in the cesspool.

After ordering 'cowpox vinegar', I'm very satisfied.

Nurgle cannot be killed, or rather, it cannot be killed at this stage.

Even if Jiang Bing burns it to nothingness, as long as the emotional vortex of the subspace still exists, and as long as life still exists in the real world, this Lord of Plague will one day return.

People will do business that could cost them their lives, but nobody will do business that loses money.

But while the attack came easily, leaving won't be so easy.

Enraged, Nurgle immediately mobilized all his forces to seal off the Plague Garden.

The barrier formed by the four external gods working together was firmly blocked in the subspace, like an endless solid wall, blocking Jiang Bing's retreat.

It's difficult to get them to do anything, but they'd be more than willing to trip up these three evil gods who are always looking forward to dying together.

However, another unexpected event that surprised the gods occurred.

The Maginot Line, composed of several layers of blockade, was easily broken by a key of starlight.

Jiang Bing, carrying the [key] as if opening his own front door, easily twisted open a light barrier and led a group of cursed warriors away from behind the door.

No matter how tight the Four Gods' blockade is, it can only be limited to this dimension. For a cross-dimensional means of passage like the [Key], it is a real 'dimensional reduction' attack.

The dazzling light curtain was so mysterious, and the secrets behind this door aroused the curiosity of the five gods.

So, before the door closed, the four gods simultaneously probed their own power into it.

Of course, except for emperors.

Based on his past behavior, he would definitely be the first to run away in this kind of situation, but Jiang Bingqian had repeatedly told him before the operation that if he didn't want to die, he should never peek behind the door, so he naturally behaved himself to the extreme.

Although the emperor was a bit shameless, cold-blooded, and a war criminal, he also had outstanding merits. For one thing, he was willing to listen to advice, especially from professionals.

As soon as the power of the four Chaos Gods entered the gate, a series of sounds rang out at once: a muffled groan, a painful yet pleasurable moan, a sharp bird cry, and a rough roar.

A terrifying storm erupted instantly within the warp, affecting countless demonic entities.

With the closure of the doors, the power of the four gods was permanently severed, and a portion of it was eliminated.

It should be noted that the gate leads to the port. The 'Azure Vision', who looks like an old gatekeeper, may seem harmless, but its status and strength are so high that even Jiang Bing cannot reach its limits. How could the mere Chaos Four Gods dare to be presumptuous?

Sure enough, just as the twisted power of the four gods chased Jiang Bing into the 'warehouse', the 'port's' security and disinfection measures were implemented.

Azure Vision, carrying a quill pen, appeared in the warehouse as if arriving late but arriving early. With a couple of blinks, it completely annihilated all the power of the Four Divine Probes in a way that Jiang Bing could not comprehend.

This is what is meant by 'Jiang Bing cleverly devises a series of schemes, leading the four gods to the execution ground by mistake.'

Of course, such a move comes at a price.

Even with the penalty issued by Azure Vision, Jiang Bing still felt that this was a worthwhile deal.

………………

The Limitless Starfield, the star sector near Alarius.

The brutal fighting had been going on for a long time, with both sides suffering heavy casualties.

The destroyed warships lay scattered in the cold universe, resembling countless metal coffins.

At this point, the main force of the Plague Fleet no longer pursued any sophisticated tactical maneuvers, but instead advanced slowly and steadily like an unstoppable plague tide, surging towards the position of the 'Magnificent Macragge'.

These living ships rely on vicious devices such as grappling hooks and corrosive tentacles equipped on the living vessels to capture and hold enemy ships along the way, and then send out plague-infested fleets to engage in boarding combat.

Once boarding is successful, the attacked ships quickly become a paradise of plague warriors, Nurgles, and corruption gas. The infected ships become space incubators, nurturing new forces for the Nurgles.

Human fleets also favored and extensively used boarding maneuvers to counterattack the plague fleet's various ships.

The reason why the most classic, common, and frequently used tactics in this Warhammer universe have become so popular is purely because they were forced out by real-world circumstances.

Guilliman stood in front of the battlefield projection, watching ship after ship being pulverized into deathly fragments by this meat grinder, yet he still hardened his heart and mobilized more warships to be fed into this meat grinder.

Death here has become a series of cold, hard numbers.

The Allied Fleet has already paid a heavy price in its efforts to deplete the Plague Fleet's strength, and casualties continue to mount.

If the Nurgle faction sides switch sides, the interior of the human warship will soon become a wasteland of life.

For ships in space, the plagues and diseases of Nurgle are perfect weapons, easily fermenting in confined spaces.

But all of this continued until Jiang Bing smashed that 'smallpox vaccine' into the jar.

There were no earth-shattering upheavals, no extraordinary phenomena that changed the world; the change happened silently.

The 'Olota' is a Moon-class cruiser, an unremarkable warship in the Combined Fleet.

62 minutes ago, the Void Shield was hit by excessive firepower, causing it to approach the overload line instantly. The energy was greatly depleted, resulting in a brief loss of engine pressure, which affected the ship's speed and ultimately prevented it from closing the distance with the enemy ships in time.

A massive, rough, scaled tentacle gripped the ship's hull and, before being interrupted by close-in weapon systems and laser defense arrays, pierced through the 'Olota's' external armor, delivering a horde of plague warriors and Nurgle demons into the vessel.

A brutal boarding maneuver erupted instantly.

Thor Erikson, belonging to the 101st Armored Regiment of the Armageddon Steel Legion, was born into the lower rungs of the hive factories of Armageddon. He had been working with machines since childhood, and before adulthood, he was paid to the Empire as a blood tax by the governor.

He was also drafted into the army.

My current position is a "Hellhound" Sentinel mech pilot.

Over a decade of war has seen his friends and comrades come and go dozens of times. The rigorous training has made Erikson increasingly powerful, making him one of the top soldiers in the entire 101st Armored Regiment of the Star Forces.

But now, he is dying.

Chapter 1080 Shocking Change and a Corner of the Battlefield

The warriors of the Empire yearn for glory, for merit, and for the legendary star of Terra.

Thor Erikson's life goals, however, were simpler.

He only wanted revenge, to reclaim everything he had lost from Chaos.

Therefore, in every battle, he always took the lead, fought bravely, disregarded his own life, and was always thinking of sacrificing himself for the emperor.

Ironically, someone like him, who was determined to die, miraculously survived hundreds of battles, while his cowardly comrades came and went countless times.

However, now that the time has come, Erikson feels it is time for him to return to the throne. He lies in the wrecked cockpit, listlessly lost in thought.

The Hellhound Sentinel is a variant of the Hellhound tracked tank. The thick tracks have been modified into a lightweight, bipedal chassis, thus meeting the requirements for flexible combat in complex terrains such as inside ships, jungles, and cities.

However, despite the chassis being modified, the entire fire equipment system of the "Hellhound" was preserved intact.

Its main weapon, the heavy flamethrower, can spray promethium gel that is tens of meters long, viscous, and extremely flammable. It can instantly melt through light armor and turn flesh and organic matter into charcoal, making it an excellent weapon against the Nurgle forces.

The Storm Bomb Gun, mounted on the other side of the mech as auxiliary firepower, also possesses terrifying lethality, primarily targeting armored units. However, due to its limited load-bearing capacity, its ammunition capacity must give way to the promethium canisters, and it is usually only enough for barely self-defense.

Overall, however, the "Hellhound" Sentinel mech is a specialized weapon platform that pushes a single function to its extreme, and is the masterpiece of the Mechanic on board the "Olota".