The Creators: From Night City

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These monsters have a gelatinous texture and no vital organs.

This unique constitution is also because one of their roles in the Nurgle faction is 'food'.

The Gear Axe was raised high by the Sage Alttus, its Disintegration Field flashing with dazzling arcs of electricity, assisting its master in cleaving the Nurgle beast blocking its path in two on the spot.

Pus splattered onto the sage's outer robe, and wisps of corrosive blue smoke rose up.

Despite his seemingly frail appearance, the sage possesses surprisingly formidable close-combat abilities.

The gear axe first blocked a lunging enemy, then a metal prosthetic limb popped out from the robe and kicked the opponent dozens of meters away, clearing a path for him.

But all these efforts were in vain.

The number of monsters far exceeds that of the two of them, and most importantly, their hope of survival has been destroyed. Even if they manage to escape this calamity, what can they do next?

"We must proceed to the bridge."

A stream of cooling air emanated from the mechanical sage's ribs, and a cold, electronic sound echoed in the thin air.

His response was the veteran's fervent battle cry.

"For the God Emperor!"

A wise person does what they say.

The gear axe is temporarily overloaded, sacrificing its lifespan at high speed in exchange for greater lethality.

He abandoned the empty road ahead and instead headed towards another messy and chaotic road.

That's the road leading to the bridge.

Of course, that was originally the case.

When the ship's plasma reactor exploded, the violent particles transformed into spears that pierced directly through the ship's power spine, triggering a small secondary explosion near the bridge.

One-third of the bridge separated directly from the main body and tumbled into the cold starry sky.

The passageway leading to the bridge was twisted and contorted by the shockwave. The once smooth metal passageway was now crooked and filled with various debris, making it impassable.

Of course, the Sage of Alttas had previously scouted this place and found a passable 'shortcut,' though it was somewhat 'difficult to traverse.'

During the high-speed sprint, the high-energy laser on the robotic arm precisely hits the curved metal at the end, cutting a deep groove.

Amid Thor Erikson's exclamation, "They bit my foot!", the Mechanical Sage dropped his trump card, the 'Glory Bomb'.

The explosive burst of the molten grenade briefly halted the onslaught of the bizarre, ferocious, and fearless monsters, allowing the sage to cut a gap in the collapsing wall.

The sturdy metal bulkhead was smashed away by the sage, and behind the bulkhead lay the silent, cold universe.

The complete loss of pressure pushed the sage outwards. He did not resist and unhesitatingly followed the force to escape.

The entire bridge has been completely blown up, and the observation dome has been completely destroyed, leaving a complete vacuum.

The Nurgle beasts that were chasing them were quickly pulled out like feces from a toilet bowl and then thrown into the low-temperature vacuum, where they rapidly lost their temperature.

These Nurgles began to evolve wildly in the low-temperature environment, secreting a viscous gel that turned them into 'eggs' so that they could survive in the vacuum for a long time.

The mechanical sage's modified body allows him to survive in a vacuum, while Thor Erikson's flesh and blood body, though frail, is still able to survive briefly in a vacuum thanks to his airtight suit, which, while not a dedicated space armor.

With the help of his mechanical arm, the sage firmly gripped the supports in the ruins of the bridge to anchor his body. After the vortex caused by the air pressure disturbance completely subsided, he activated the magnetic function on his feet and began his spacewalk.

With the help of two robotic arms, he rushed as fast as he could and finally reached the target point before exceeding the planned oxygen consumption.

The crew refuge compartment is a safe room, usually located below the bridge, and is mainly built to deal with emergencies.

Several metal armor plates were quickly dismantled by the high-energy laser, while the metal pipes blocking the way were directly cut off by the sage with his gear axe.

They were eventually able to enter the engineering work compartment, whose overall structure was still relatively intact.

Upon landing, the sage immediately transformed into a 40K interstellar patcher, grabbing several metal plates and starting the mending work without stopping.

After repairing the seal, the Sage methodically began inspecting the emergency life support system of the refuge room and quickly activated the independent backup power source, which in turn activated the life support system.

With the injection of oxygen, this thrilling escape finally came to an end.

“Sage Alttas, it seems it’s time for your soul to return to the throne.”

The sage, having finished his work, turned around and saw the sergeant major, slumped in a corner, looking pessimistic and dejected.

“We cannot give up, Sergeant Major. For the Empire, and for the Emperor, we must try every possible possibility.”

“But we have been driven to the brink of despair, Sage Ottos. Look around here. It’s enclosed, empty, and cold. It’s practically a perfect burial ground. Our bodies could probably float here for hundreds of years without decaying.”

"Here is the solution," the mechanical sage stated, neither refuting nor encouraging, but outlining his plan.

With the help of the magnets, he walked to a spot in the refuge pod and began cutting.

"This is the bridge. There are cables here that connect to the bridge's control system."

"Sage Ottos, could the 'Olota' still be activated?!" The sergeant suddenly perked up.

"The main body has suffered 62% damage, the power system is completely offline, and the main structure is completely deformed. The 'Olota' has reached the standard for scrapping."

The sage cut open the metal plate, pulled out a series of pipes, and without hesitation severed them, connecting each one to his own connecting wires.

"However, although the 'Olota' is on the verge of being scrapped and all modules are offline, calculations show that there is still a feasible solution."

The mechanical sage suddenly paused as he found the pipe he was looking for.

Feeling the binary signal surging through the line, he solemnly knelt down and expressed his thoughts.

"I will try to link with the sacred soul of the 'Olota' and seek its last hope for survival."

The truth code originating from the "Machine Soul Theory" was solemnly drawn on the forehead armor of the Sage Alttas, and his thoughts and soul flowed unreservedly to the unknown other side through that pipe.

This is undoubtedly a life-or-death struggle. Under normal circumstances, the massive mechanical soul of a starship is something that an ordinary person would find difficult to face. The massive data whispers can easily drive the Linker insane if not handled carefully.

Fortunately, protected by the runes of truth, the sage successfully reached a silent darkness. He called out for a long time, but found no trace of the machine spirit.

The other party seemed to have never existed, or as if they had already left the body.

He could only continue forward along the 'path' in the dark, repeating his unwavering prayer to Om Messiah as he continued to move forward and search, letting his consciousness gradually fade and his soul begin to turbulent as it grew further away from his body.

He didn't know how long he had been walking. His consciousness was on the verge of collapse, and his senses were in a state of emptiness. Only his devout faith in Om Messiah made him mechanically recite prayers, while his hands continuously drew the 'calling' truth code recorded in the "Machine Soul Theory".

In the end, his soul collapsed to its knees.

Just then, a soft exclamation descended from the heavens, and a great being responded to his call.

"Where did this crazy guy come from, he's even managed to get into the subspace?"

Chapter 1083 Om Messiah of the Subspace

Subspace, the vast ocean, the highest heavens, the sea of ​​souls, the realm of chaos.

It is like a mirror, faithfully recording and reflecting all the thoughts in the real world.

As a long-established faith of the Empire, and given its recent rise to prominence, it is quite normal for Om Messiah to possess its own 'domain' in the warp.

As the current manager of the Om Messiah alias, it is perfectly normal for Jiang Bing to temporarily take charge of this space.

As an extension of the Ommesaiah's Myriad Machine Soul, it's quite normal for this space to be a paradise for the 'Machine Souls'.

So, it's perfectly normal for a tech enthusiast to sneak into this place from the real world via the 'internet cable'... what a joke.

A golden beam of light descended, enveloping the motorist's soul, which was on the verge of collapse.

The starlight, like snowflakes, falls and mends the other's soul.

The subspace, no matter what, is a mental realm, and ordinary people, even psionicists, cannot walk or survive in it for long periods of time.

Without the guidance of the truth code passed down by Jiang Bing, this guy wouldn't have been able to enter the subspace at all. Without his blind and foolish unwavering faith, he wouldn't have lasted long before being swallowed up by the cold subspace.

But reality doesn't offer so many "what ifs." Coincidences are actually the result of countless correct choices.

The sage Ottos awoke from the chaos and looked around, only to find nothingness.

"Who are you?" he couldn't help but ask.

"The one you seek," a vast voice descended from the heavens.

Where is this?

"In the realm of truth, in a corner of the vast ocean, lies a subspace."

"Where are you?"

"In the flow of consciousness, time, and machinery."

"Why can't I see you, if you really are the 'Olota'?" The mechanical sage forced himself to stand up straight and asked loudly.

The words rippled outwards like waves, then returned to silence.

A moment later, as if the sun were high in the sky and a meteor was falling from the heavens, a colossal head broke through the void and emerged from the darkness, appearing like a mountain pressing down on the mechanical sage.

"Clearly, your understanding is flawed, Phos Ottos-7 Sage. You blindly pursue the light ahead, but have inadvertently stepped into a dangerous wilderness."

Jiang Bing defeated the intruder in the blink of an eye.

The sage trembled and knelt on the ground. In the subspace, there is no need for words or self-promotion. In this spiritual realm, the concept of the individual is as clear as a return tag on women's clothing.

The moment Jiang Bingxian appeared, the sage understood that the divine being before him was the great and immortal God of Myriad Minds, who knew the world and controlled all things.

He prostrated himself on the ground in fervor, loudly praising his faith with sacred binary hymns.

When he looked up again, he found himself in a magnificent and bizarre space.

There are no natural landforms here, only countless giant structures that extend infinitely, are perfectly symmetrical, and follow the golden ratio and sacred geometry.

Enormous gears, bearings, circuits, pipes, crystals, logic circuit boards, and mathematical light strips, beyond comprehension, filled the entire vision of the Sage Ottomans. Twisting points, vibrant lines, and ever-changing three-dimensional abstract structures combined and operated eternally in an absolutely precise and indestructible manner.

This is not a scene imagined by Jiang Bing, but rather a figment of the imagination of all living beings regarding the original fantasy of the Garden of Myriad Functions of Om Messiah.

The mechanical sage's scanner immediately started operating at full power, and the facial observation array instantly began to heat up.

He tried to analyze everything he saw, and the courtyard generously responded.

Endless knowledge began to be poured into the Sage of Ottos in a brutal manner, disregarding his capacity to absorb it, indiscriminately pouring in regardless of discipline, overwhelming him like a cream puff about to collapse.

Information from higher dimensions will not show mercy just because you worship it. Without Jiang Bing's intervention, this mortal who dared to face the highest heavens would have been transformed into a twisted monster by this pure information pollution, becoming a product no different from the demons under the command of the other four gods.

Only after the flames ignited and blocked everything out did the sage Ottos, who had narrowly escaped death, frantically expel air using the inlet and outlet valves.

The flames temporarily burned everything away, confining the entire world to a spacious workshop with an ancient and retro style.

'Eternal Sundial Workshop'

The name of this place jumped into the motorist's mind as if it were alive.

"Pursuing knowledge is good, but don't fall into greed and blindness," Jiang Bing finally spoke up to offer this advice.

"I am aware of your heroic deeds, and your actions will certainly be praised, but before that, you still need to complete what is left unfinished..."

Inside the 'Olota' in the real world.

Under Thor Erikson's gaze, the sage, who had been bowing his head, suddenly raised his head, his eyes suddenly blazing with light, as if his soul had returned from some void.

An eerie atmosphere is subtly created within the enclosed space.

“We are about to be saved, Sergeant Thor Erickson,” the mechanical sage said, his words ambiguous but his tone certain.

“The holy Om Messiah has bestowed his grace upon us, and all we need to do is wait, only wait.”

……

The war on the plague has now reached a point where both sides are fighting to the point of madness.

Countless lives were lost, hundreds and thousands of starships fell, and the Astartes died in organized groups, only to be reborn within the 'Gate of God' next to Macragge.

Transport ships continuously delivered manpower from behind the lines to the battlefield, allowing the Empire's forces to continue their desperate struggle against the Plague Fleet.

By this point, even Guilliman's brain couldn't keep track of how many people had died in this war. The flames of war burning across the stars were so intense that it seemed no amount of sacrifice could extinguish them.

His sorrowful expression was only eased when a message descended from the highest heavens and a sacred laurel wreath shone with dazzling light.

As the saying goes, when the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up, and the two tallest beings in the Empire have already done everything they could in the Supreme Heaven.

Next came the battle of mortals, and Guilliman finally saw the turning point he had been waiting for.

The gleaming metal floor resounded underfoot as Calgar, the Ultramarines' star player, strode into the Primarch's office.

"Sir, the person has been brought back."

"Has it been sent to the Great Sage Rasmar?"

“I personally delivered them to the Great Sage’s laboratory.”