The Creators: From Night City

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They also successfully targeted the other party's soul.

Only now did the Demon King of Pain finally see his opponent's true intentions—her soul.

The soul of a demon king from hell.

"No!"

Without hesitation, a large hand stained with golden blood reached into the Demon King's chest, grabbed his corrupted heart, and ripped it out.

The terrified screams abruptly ceased.

The heart began to dry up rapidly and became inactive.

It's not that this heart died after leaving the body; in fact, without external interference, this Demon Lord's heart could beat forever.

It is Andariel who is actively erasing His anchor point of arrival in the Land of Sanctuary.

But it was too late.

Jiang Bing decisively stuffed the heart into his chest. The [Ether Furnace] instantly devoured and decomposed it, extracting higher-dimensional connections and sending the surging 'Ether Fire' through an invisible channel to burn towards an unknown land.

Or rather, burning towards a burning hell!

The mortal body instantly knelt on the ground. Just as everyone was worried about Jiang Bing's somewhat reckless actions, illusory golden flames ignited from His body.

The massive amount of ether fueled the flames, making them grow ever larger and stronger.

The earth was parched and scorched, the rocks were melting, and all the personnel involved in the battle were forced to retreat frantically into the distance due to the high temperature.

Flames, towering flames, flames that pierce the heavens and earth!

The flames seemed to rise wildly and endlessly, until they burned through the sky and transformed into a pillar of fire that could pierce through heaven and earth.

At this moment, the Dark Wanderer far away in the desert, Baal who was struggling to break free of his confinement, and Mephisto who had already secretly escaped all looked up at the sky, their expressions filled with surprise and uncertainty.

This sight evoked a very unpleasant experience in their memories, causing one name to simultaneously surface in the minds of the three demons.

Udihyun!

The High Heaven.

Harmonious sacred music resounded from the crystal dome, and pure white light poured down from the magnificent and holy summit of heaven, illuminating the building that resembled a crystal palace.

In the forbidden Library of Fate of the Angris Council, Archangel Ytheril, dressed in a grey robe and golden armor, was engrossed in organizing the fates of all beings among the vast sea of ​​crystal records in the library. A giant scroll placed on a crystal table to the side unfurled on its own without any wind.

"Ah~" the Archangel of Fate let out a long sigh.

"Talusar, you have once again acted on your own. Has the fate of all things taken on a new possibility?"

The scroll of fate remained silent, only rapidly revealing a large number of mysterious characters so illegible they were difficult to decipher.

Even an archangel of destiny, who can know the past and foresee the future, would find it difficult to fully decipher these words.

It is like fate, never fixed, and like the future, never certain.

Itherael could only bend down and stare at the paper, just as she had done a thousand times before, at the possible fate of this world.

Having left the place of refuge, His power was instantly unleashed.

The Ether Furnace is like the most greedy glutton, relentlessly pursuing the soul of the Demon Lord, even all the way to Hell.

The Demon Lord's soul manifested in the astral planes outside the Sanctuary, racing wildly, followed closely by towering waves of fire, like wildfire spreading across the land, attracting the attention of many beings in the astral planes.

A colossal fire giant materialized from the flames, stretching out its massive hand and finally seizing the Demon King's soul just before it passed through the Demon Fortress.

Burning Hell, the Realm of Torment.

Andariel's true form in Hell resembles a spider with human legs, six segments on its back, and its entire body is covered in twisted demonic patterns, with skin that is an ominous dark green.

The realm of pain is perpetually filled with the wails of all kinds of creatures, an eternal lament, but today, the Demon King of Pain is wailing the loudest.

A part of His soul is rapidly disappearing.

"Very good," the Demon King's voice echoed through hell.

"You actually dared to chase me all the way to hell! I'll show you what true torture is!"

Countless demons howled; the demons on the Burning Plains were so vast that they stretched as far as the eye could see, and they were now responding to their queen's call for war.

Chapter 729 Flooding

However, the war of gods is not so easy, especially when a 'high-ranking being' is determined to win and has opened the furnace door of the old furnace, exposing the naked essence of its existence to all beings.

The soul of a demon lord is far too tempting, and the opportunity to so easily seize the essence of the other's soul as a 'trigger' to strike at their fatal weakness is also extremely rare, perhaps only once in a thousand years.

The moment Andariel was caught by the 'Etheric Flame', instead of immediately considering a drastic measure and abandoning those source elements, he was essentially handing his own neck to Jiang Bing's demon-headed blade.

Since He is unwilling to shed blood, He should not blame Jiang Bing for eating His "blood buns".

Unbeknownst to Andariel, Jiang Bing was already prepared to do whatever it took to drag the other into the furnace and turn him into fuel for growth.

Even if it means going bankrupt.

Hell, where the flames burn eternally, had not welcomed any new guests for a long time. The many demons never expected that the new guest this time would not only be an unpleasant visitor, but also a ruthless burglar who broke into their home.

The war drums sounded, and roars rose and fell as the demon army brandished their weapons and deformed limbs, yearning for battle and slaughter.

In this atmosphere, Andariel felt himself getting fired up.

Then she really got fired up.

The flames that melted everything ignited on her soul, gradually erasing her 'existence'.

Andariel could only muster a massive amount of dark magic to fight back, but this was exactly what Jiang Bing wanted.

Hell is at its weakest point right now.

The three great demons fled the Land of Sanctuary in search of the Worldstone, leaving Hell empty and demons among men.

Only four lesser demon lords remain in the demon's stronghold.

However, even with the four demon kings combined, Jiang Bing would find it very difficult to deal with them.

Therefore, his initial strategy was to win quickly and decisively, without giving them a chance to besiege him.

Anyway, with Heiml to support us, we can retreat calmly even if we can't win.

A giant, as large as the sun, emerged from the sky above the realm of suffering.

Then, golden, shimmering flames cascaded down from the 'furnace,' so vast that they surged forward like a tsunami, sweeping away all the demons and monsters in the realm of pain, even submerging the entire lava ground.

An immeasurable amount of ether was directly thrown into this massive, flood-like attack by Jiang Bing.

The results were quite impressive. A massive amount of demons, buildings, rocks, and even soil were melted by the 'etheric fire' and transformed into an equally massive amount of ether, which Jiang Bing then threw back into the furnace without hesitation, continuing to snowball.

As a hell formed from the corpse of the seven-headed dragon Tassammet, the etheric conversion rate of all things here is astonishingly high.

But as the flames began to gnaw at the foundations of hell, all seven demon kings sensed something in an instant.

My home is being robbed.

The other three demon kings still in hell immediately turned their attention to the Pain Domain. As expected, they would soon rush to the aid.

Fortunately, Hell is vast and boundless, and the daily infighting among the demon kings has resulted in a very strict sense of territory among them, which can buy Jiang Bing a lot of time.

But the danger wasn't just the threat of the Demon Lord. Ever since he descended upon Hell, a faint sense of crisis had been lingering in his mind. The 'Craftsman's' intuition always made him feel that the entire Burning Hell was still alive, still breathing slowly.

This discovery gave him a bit of a creep. It was quite normal for beings like the seven-headed dragon Tasamat to have their souls immortal after death. For big shots like them, life and death were not difficult issues to resolve.

So Jiang Bing sped up his pace again.

The palace, built from corpses, bones, and hellish rocks, was blasted through with a single punch. Andariel's still-burning soul, like the most conspicuous torch in the night, guided Jiang Bing in the direction of the demolition.

There was no fighting, no slaughter, and not even any back-and-forth stratagems or games of strategy.

At this moment, all that's left for both sides is a naked comparison of numbers.

When the [Forger] descended before the Demon King, the [Ether Furnace], completely exposed and blazing, was practically a miniature star. The extremely high temperature, within just a few breaths, roasted Andariel's group of guard banshees and demons, making them scream and squeak like rats thrown onto a red-hot iron plate. They struggled and screamed wildly, ignited by the flames, and burned to ashes, turning into nothingness.

The lowly soldiers were not qualified to participate in this level of competition; let alone attack, they couldn't even face Jiang Bing directly.

Several powerful demon leaders were able to hold on in the flames, but when faced with the approach of Jiang Bing, the 'human sun,' screaming and fleeing became their common choice.

Andariel wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape no matter what he did.

In fact, a large part of the Painful Realm had already turned into a sea of ​​fire. Buildings, bones, rocks, and even the earth flowing with lava were melting away rapidly under the scorching flames, turning into a huge amount of ether for Jiang Bing to squander. The female demon leaders had nowhere to escape.

The realm of suffering is gradually collapsing in the real dimension, and the world shows signs of gradual demise.

After all, whoever can create a world can also destroy it.

Although Jiang Bing cannot forge the world for the time being, he can still take apart some scraps from the achievements of his predecessors and fuse them together.

After all, destruction is always easier than construction.

The growing unease in his heart prevented Jiang Bing from uttering any harsh words; he landed and immediately charged towards Andariel.

The Lord of Pain truly lives up to his reputation as one of the seven supreme leaders who rule the realm; his combat experience and mastery of dark magic have reached an unparalleled level.

But sorry to say, all of these things that the other side is so proud of are useless at this moment.

On his way to Andariel, Jiang Bing took two solid stabs to the limbs, a Black Tiger Heart Strike, at least nine kinds of vicious curses, and several poison gas bombs the size of water tanks.

But faced with a thousand kinds of martial arts, Jiang Bing only responded with one move—numerical analysis.

Pure numerical values.

The massive amount of ether he devoured from the rewards of hell was poured into the [Ether Furnace] without reservation, and the blazing furnace nearly boosted Jiang Bing's combat power to the peak of his life.

All the aforementioned attacks were absorbed without question, and the surging ethereal flames instantly healed the injuries. Andariel was held in Jiang Bing's arms in the same way, helpless like a little girl about to be raped, screaming wildly.

In this close-quarters combat, Andariel in his spider form should have the upper hand. Although his two arms are restricted by Jiang Bing, his six arthropods on his back can take the opportunity to launch a frenzied attack on the opponent's back.

In fact, Andariel did just that.

The highly venomous, extremely sharp limbs danced wildly, stabbing Jiang Bing's back, golden blood splattering everywhere, but nothing could stop Jiang Bing's 'heart-to-heart' connection with her.

The Demon King's heart is a heart, but the 'Craftsman's' heart is different.

That is the Ether Furnace, sufficient to serve as the foundation of creation!

This is no different from sticking your face to a boiler.

Chapter 730 The Higher Heavens' Reaction

Struggling, wailing.

Andariel was scalded like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, struggling and twisting wildly in Jiang Bing's arms, completely lacking the dignity of a demon lord.

He didn't want to be dignified, so Jiang Bing helped him be dignified.

Flames erupted from his body and shot straight into the sky.

Increase the firepower!

Dark magic, with its signature poisons, scratches powerful enough to pierce the heart and bones, and seductive groans capable of instantly corrupting mortals, even provoked Andariel's ferocity to the point of biting through Jiang Bing's throat. Its six limbs plunged deep into the other's body, piercing him from back to front, and continued to thrust forward.

But these actions were merely a death throes.

It's useless, completely useless.

Back when Jiang Bing was still leading people on the Coronado Farm, he was already much more ruthless in fights.

With his neck veins ripped open, Jiang Bing simply splattered the golden blood all over his opponent's head and face. With his chest pierced, he used that as an anchor point to gush out even more blood, using it as a fuel for combustion.

Ultimately, under the combined attack of the flames that had already burned to the very soul from the very beginning, Lady Pain's resistance gradually weakened until it finally fell silent.

As the Demon King's enormous soul was poured into the Ether Furnace, the entire hell shook instantly.

The superconsciousness of the Burning Hell sensed that a vital pillar of the world seemed to have disappeared, and instantly flew into a rage.

The consequence was that everything in the entire hell began to display malice towards Jiang Bing.

Jiang made a mistake.

The soul of a demon is immortal; this is basic common sense in this world.

After they die, their souls return to hell, where they are reborn amidst the howling winds and churning lava.

But all of this is based on one major premise: that the fundamental source information representing the dark consciousness of the seven-headed dragon Tasamat can successfully return to his body, which is the Burning Hell.

As one of the two creators, the power of the demon's soul is something that nothing in this world can destroy.

However, the [Ether Furnace], as the cornerstone ability of the Creator's Path, starts at an equal level capable of shaking its very existence.