The Creators: From Night City

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Besieged on both sides, the battle lines in front of the canyon began to show signs of collapse.

At this critical moment, Astartes finally made its move.

Chapter 1064 Oh my god, Om Messiah has appeared!

The bomb gun and chainsword's words pushed the surging tide of excrement back. The Ultramarines abandoned their flexible tactical formations and instead lined up in a row, forming an unyielding line, like a mobile steel dam, brutally pushing back the tide of enemies.

The line of defense was instantly secured, but the price was that Ultramarines kept falling from the Iron Man wall.

Some were pierced by enemy spore bombs, their armor pierced and their bodies infected; others were directly hit by chaos magic; still others were stabbed through the chest by plague-infected weapons, or had their armor and flesh corroded by clumps of pus thrown from the sky.

They are rapidly heading towards death.

On the chaotic battlefield, bad news kept coming one after another.

The offensive on the Century Bridge did not weaken, but a huge psionic ripple suddenly exploded on the enemy's bridgehead position.

A white fungus, catalyzed by the psychic ritual, began to grow rapidly along the bridge, at a speed comparable to a normal person jogging, and in the blink of an eye, it had already enveloped the entire bridge.

The pale fungus began to harden rapidly, its soft texture resembling cooled molten iron, gradually hardening over time.

The earth trembled as a massive Nurgle, dragging its heavy steps, stepped onto the reinforced bridge.

This enormous, twisted creature, as large as a house, was covered in thick armor. Dozens of plague wizards rode on its back, chanting blasphemous words and channeling corrupted psionic energy into a shield to block the firepower of the human front.

Bombs, high-energy lasers, arrows, and even plasma and cannonballs bombarded the small psionic shield in front of the opponent, only causing it to shake continuously, but failing to break it.

Using this hell beast as a shield, the enemy is steadily advancing towards the human positions.

At this moment, the disadvantages of the Century Bridge's natural defenses become apparent.

Although a Predator tank and two Rhino troop carriers arrived at the bridgehead in time to provide fire support, the unique terrain meant that the human formation could only deploy fire from the front and could not spread out on a large scale.

While enjoying the convenience of natural barriers, one must also accept their limitations.

There is no spacious area for deploying firepower formations, nor is there any tactical space for maneuvering. On this bridge, there is only back and forth, a head-on confrontation.

All the soldiers understood that the time for sacrifice had come.

Death is spreading everywhere, and the emperor's currency is ready to be spent.

The collapse was a foreseeable future, and the impending deaths of hundreds of thousands of civilians who had not yet evacuated seemed like a foregone conclusion.

In this darkest hour, the Emperor's angels descended.

To be precise, he is an angel of the 'Om Messiah'.

Suddenly, a gust of wind arose on the stagnant battlefield, raising a cloud of silver dust.

In the haze, light comes from the chaos.

She was a dazzling angel with wings of light.

She flapped her wings from the direction of the mechanical temple and flew into the sky, which was full of filth and flies.

Endless silver light emanated from her body, and with each flap of her metallic silver wings, countless silver scales were scattered in all directions.

A rotting fly, controlled by the knight on its back, rushed toward the angel, but suddenly began to struggle in pain halfway there.

Its foul-smelling, filthy body began to rapidly turn silver, as if dyed by the light that enveloped its wings.

In fact, its body surface, mouthparts, respiratory tract, and even internal organs have been covered by countless nanorobots.

Death comes silently.

Nanorobots rapidly devour all flesh and blood, endlessly multiplying themselves.

The enormous rotting fly suddenly disintegrated from the inside out, right before everyone's eyes, turning into a cloud of silver dust that drifted away with the wind and merged into the angel's surroundings.

While Lily may not be skilled in combat, the nano-cluster she built as Jiang Bing's computing and energy relay hub is one of the most ferocious weapons in the world.

With virtually unlimited computing power and energy support, the equally inexhaustible supply of nano-elements can accomplish almost anything.

This includes killing the enemy without them even realizing it, and 'bringing them back to life'.

The angel continued to soar proudly in the sky, circling the position. Wherever she passed, all the rotting flies and plague mosquitoes would melt away instantly, like snow under the scorching sun, and disperse into the silver mist with the wind.

In this way, the pressure from the air on the human positions was immediately dissipated.

What fueled the already fervent morale of the human defenders, who were already energized by the appearance of the 'living saint,' was the silver scales that fell from the sky like pollen.

These nano-elements are so small that they can pass through every possible crevice, entering the bodies of all the defenders through pores, respiratory tracts, and wounds.

These vicious, cruel, and bizarre nanoclusters also possess a magical and benevolent side.

With the support of endless computing power, nano-elements can almost precisely control every nanometer structure of the material in the area they cover.

Flesh and blood were glued together, blood clots were broken down, plague was eradicated, and wounds were healed. Endless nanobots worked together to create a magnificent miracle.

An Astronaut whose legs had been blown off was shocked to find that the endless pain suddenly disappeared, and his mangled legs were growing back at a visible speed.

With the knowledge of a 'creator', the nano-elements instantly replicated the other's legs, which, apart from their silvery sheen, had a metallic texture and were guaranteed to be even more powerful than the original.

Just as the soldier was overwhelmed with excitement, a nearby Ultra Warrior who should have died suddenly clenched his fist. He seemed to be waking up from a nightmare, and suddenly raised his head. The scene in front of him felt completely unfamiliar to him.

He instinctively reached out to touch his chest, where there should have been a wound from a bomb, but all he felt was cold armor.

At some point, the damaged power armor was restored to its original condition.

Yes, as the god of all machines, Om Messiah's divine grace naturally includes machines.

This Ultramariner was unusually bewildered; if it weren't for the pure silver color of his armor, he would have almost thought he was dreaming.

The color was intentionally chosen by Lily. The nano-elements can naturally restore the original appearance of the armor one-to-one, but if no 'trace' is left, how can the brilliance of the 'miracle' be manifested?

Soon, the noisy internal communications and chaotic battlefield environment made him quickly recall his duties. He reached out and picked up his explosive gun, only to find that the weapon had been covered with a layer of silver scales, and the magazine had been refilled.

"For the Emperor!"

The loyal battle cry was quickly echoed by the other 'resurrected' fighting brothers, and everyone did the same thing without prior agreement: they frantically opened fire on the enemy, slaughtering everything in their path.

Chapter 1065 Perspective from the Bottom Level

Amidst the curses of the chaotic forces, the dead gradually revived, the wounded healed rapidly, damaged armor writhed and healed, overheated gun barrels inexplicably cooled down, collapsed positions were restored to their original state, and even ammunition ridiculously grew out of the ground.

Yes, it just grows out!

The silver nano-elements will clump together, and when they disperse, freshly made ammunition will 'grow' from the ground, from waist packs, from tactical pockets, ammunition boxes, and even from magazines.

Even more remarkably, ancient weapons began to correct their slashing trajectories on their own, and tanks and armored vehicles seemed to come alive, moving and calibrating their cannons independently. Many firearms, meanwhile, began to spew fire wildly, showing no signs of running out of ammunition (due to plasma overheating).

This is the hidden soul within, which Jiang Bing has awakened.

Unfortunately, there aren't many ancient relics with machine spirits; otherwise, if everyone had a Gatling gun with unlimited ammo, they could probably directly attack Ping'an County.

But achieving this much is more than enough.

All the soldiers and all the Astartes on the entire position had fallen into extreme fanaticism. Under the radiance of the 'angels' soaring in the sky, they were all fearless and unleashed several times their fighting power.

An ancient Destroyer tank roared its engine, shouting its loyalty to 'Om Messiah' in the warp, leading its crew directly onto the Century Bridge. After a few skillful maneuvers and taking tons of firepower, it forcefully shoved its thick, hard main gun barrel into the mouth of the Hellbeast and fired.

The scene was indescribably horrible; for more than half a century, the bridge was covered in blood and mud.

Under the dreamlike silver phosphorescence, dozens of Ultramarines shouted "In the name of the Emperor and Guilliman!" and wielding chainsaws, they first went on a rampage across the battlefield, cutting down everything in their path. Then, they split off a team, leading their equally bloodthirsty mortal support troops, and followed the crazed Destroyer tank across the Century Bridge, continuing their brutal assault on the enemy on the other side.

Fortunately, despite their fanaticism, they did not lose their minds and only fought near the Century Bridge, without penetrating deep into the enemy camp.

By the time Lily landed on the silver-stained land with her silver wings, the Chaos army had already been brutally beaten and was retreating in a panic, wishing they could beg their benevolent father to give them a dozen more legs.

The attack ended, but the waves caused by the appearance of the Empire's 'living saint' had only just begun.

Lily, an angel, stood proudly on a high platform, suppressing her embarrassment and striking a cringeworthy pose, showcasing the glorious image of the 'Om Messiah' messenger.

She was as if she were made of silver metal, full of mechanical power, yet she did not feel as stiff as metal. Every inch of her skin and every strand of her hair was so delicate and lively that it seemed as if she were flesh and blood.

Standing nearly five meters tall, it shimmered with a gentle light and possessed near-perfect curves, resembling a work of art created by nature.

She doesn't need to say a word; this image, constructed from nanomaterials, has already deeply implanted the concept of 'divine messenger' into people's hearts.

From the moment anyone sees her, they will realize that this is what 'Om Messiah' and His messenger should be like.

The enthusiastic motorists were the first to arrive, pounced on her feet like vicious dogs, and loudly chanted binary hymns of praise.

The mortals who assisted the army, along with the surviving civilians nearby, all knelt down and kowtowed, their fervent prayers forming a massive wave of sound.

Even the Astartes eventually knelt down on one knee to offer their respect and gratitude.

“I am an apostle of the ‘Om Messiah’, and my name is Artemis.”

This perfect metal angel didn't say much; she simply declared her identity, then spread her wings and flew away, dragging her eternal wings back into the mechanical temple.

Although she didn't express much, her very presence greatly boosted everyone's morale, giving this position, which had been besieged for many days, lacked supplies, and was suffering from disease and plague, a new lease on life.

However, although the people were encouraged, life still had to go on.

While the divine light could lead everyone to victory in battle, it could not fill their stomachs or quench their thirst.

The entire position was still in dire straits, lacking both food and clothing.

Of course, this aspect was also part of the plan, since besides Lily, Rasmar, the 'old witch doctor' with the right expertise, was also with them.

He, who has not shown his face for a long time, certainly cannot be doing nothing.

…………

Maguire was a foreman in a foundry, or rather, he used to be.

Before the war broke out, he was considered middle class in the world of Alarius. His foreman income was enough for him to support his family and raise a son and a daughter.

But the arrival of war completely destroyed this peace.

War, slaughter, plague, gunfire, and a long and arduous escape led to the death of his eldest son in the war.

Even after finally escaping to the protection of the imperial forces, his life still did not improve.

The shutdown of the production line and the collapse of the entire social order left this usually intellectually skilled technician without income and without value. The plague caused an extreme shortage of daily necessities, and even though the empire immediately declared military control and implemented a rationing system, it was still not enough to feed everyone.

At the very least, foremen who were once considered junior leaders are not entitled to any special privileges.

He and his wife and daughters became de facto refugees.

The cold underground fortifications exuded a bone-chilling cold, and the thin clothes used as bedding could not ward off the chill rising from below.

The weak, muffled cough, though faint, still managed to rouse the middle-aged man from his alert, half-asleep state.

He struggled to open his eyes, only to be met with his wife's sorrowful and lifeless gaze, and the suspicious whispers of the other refugees around him.

She held their only daughter in her arms, huddled in a corner of the empty hall, her back to hundreds of other refugees, just to hide the strangeness in her arms.

Quinine, the only remaining little girl of the two, lay weakly in her mother's arms, with a persistent high fever, and the weak coughing was coming from her mouth.

"I'll go find the patrol..."

Before Maguire could finish speaking, his partner shook his head to stop him.

“She’s sick, Maguire. They’ll take her away and never come back, just like everyone else.”

An unexplained disease, like the Grim Reaper speeding across the winter night sky, is ravaging the interior of this JW-23 fortification, and many people have already contracted it inexplicably.

High fever, cough, convulsions, and finally fainting.

The patrol team would forcibly take these patients away, ostensibly for treatment.

One, two, ten, a hundred, but no one ever saw even one patient sent back.

Everyone inside the fortification knew perfectly well what their fate would be.

Chapter 1066 Rasmar is making soup

"But Quinine is about to collapse," the father said, his lips trembling as he revealed the cruel truth.

"Yes~" The mother's voice was so light it was almost silent.

"Let her sleep, Quill, sleep in my arms."

How could her mother not know? She just had no other choice.

Clothing, light, food, and even a sip of drinkable water are luxuries here, let alone timely medical treatment and medicine.

Looking at her daughter's dirty little face, all the mother could do was hug her thin body tighter, trying to transfer even a little more warmth.

“She came into this world in my arms, Maguire. Now, let her leave in my arms.”