The Creators: From Night City

As the chaotic magic power was disturbed, a small part of the white mist that filled the forest flowed towards Jiang Bing. When it touched the surface of his body, it was bounced away by the magic barrier spontaneously formed by the chaotic magic power in his body.

This action can be said to have truly touched the other party's perception.

The ghost girl's body did not move, but her lowered head suddenly tilted towards Jiang Bing. This action made the other's neck unconsciously stretched, and it seemed limp as if it had no bones.

The scene was so horrifying that Jiang Bing couldn't help but recall the hundreds of victims under his command who had their necks broken by him.

If they both turned into ghosts, would they be like each other?

"Can you speak, ma'am? How long have you been standing here? Are your ankles sore?"

While Jiang Bing was muttering, he drew the chaotic magic power onto the staff, condensing it into a rune shaped like an hourglass, completing the pre-battle enchantment.

This is a variant of the Demon Hunter Aden's Seal, and is a basic unit rune that was split out by Jiang Bing.

The meaning and function of the rune are also very simple, energy stagnation.

Chaos magic is very idealistic.

It can be disassembled into air, water, earth, and fire, and can also evolve into necromancy to communicate with the dead, the fuse to trigger thunderstorms, the medium of prophecy, and the blade to break through space.

It can be said that all its uses are based on one mind.

Simply put, it's what I'm thinking.

However, this is not something that can be achieved by blindly thinking. The physical strength of ordinary people is simply not enough to attract a sufficient amount of chaotic magic power, nor can it cause its concrete changes.

Based on this, it requires special long-term targeted training, systematic casting steps, a large amount of relevant knowledge, long chants, verbal guidance, array planning, and ritual integration.

The essence of all this is leveraging.

Ordinary humans have a shallow vision and narrow knowledge that cannot comprehend higher levels, so they downgrade the chaotic magic and materialize it into understandable earth, water, fire, and air.

By utilizing the meaning of existence that humans have already recognized, evolving and manipulating the chaotic magic will achieve twice the result with half the effort.

With long-term training and practice of a certain method of using and transforming chaos magic, as experience grows, deficiencies are constantly corrected, knowledge is broadened, and vision is enriched, it will naturally become easier and more perfect.

The hourglass-shaped rune has a similar effect to self-hypnosis, but its operating principle is more advanced and sophisticated.

Jiang Bing's knowledge of spellcasting is shallow, but his powerful composition strength and far-reaching vision are enough to solve most problems.

He thought that by attaching a layer of chaos magic to the staff, he could use it to launch a special attack against spirits. As the strength of his structure took effect at a level higher than the real level, the chaos magic was naturally transformed into corresponding characteristics.

Of course, the craftsman's intuition played a significant role.

After all, this can be considered a work of art, a creation from nothing.

However, rough stacking of materials results in extremely high efficiency waste.

But Boss Jiang believes in first-come, first-served, and rapid iteration.

The criterion for determining whether a spirit is advanced or not is whether it possesses wisdom.

The ghost girl in front of him obviously belongs to the group of fools.

Startled, she jumped up instantly, her whole body floating like willow catkins in the wind, towards Jiang Bingguo.

The body made up of highly condensed white mist is obviously not something that is easy to get along with.

The dead are naturally opposed to the living, and death is the opposite of life.

Most people are wrapped in and infected by the white fog, which is no less than wrapping themselves in a wet quilt in the cold winter with ice in their arms.

But before the opponent arrived, Jiang Bing got there first and hit him on the head with a stick, physically sending him to hell.

This cane directly broke up the ghost's already erratic form. Its originally pretty face was covered with a layer of mosaic, just like the heroine of a domestic short film.

Driven by her remaining instincts, the ghost girl tried to transform into a ball of white mist and escape into the fog.

But, slow, too slow.

Just as she tried to escape, she was hit by Jiang Bingsan's stick, and all her intentions were immediately reversed.

She tried to use her instinctive scream of the dead to drive back the enemy, but as soon as her mouth opened, the cane was stabbed in, and her brain was thoroughly mixed.

If she still has it.

Then, what awaited her were the shadows of sticks falling like raindrops.

Jiang Bing transformed into the "Whip Woman Hero" and struck with his stick without mercy.

Now, the process of atomization conversion has changed from active to passive.

Every time the cane was struck, a large cloud of white mist would be drawn out from the opponent's condensed body.

The ghost girl, who was beaten into a mosaic, was like a flour bag at this time. Every time Jiang Bing whipped her, she sprayed out a large amount of flour.

As the white mist was continuously peeled away, the ghost girl's figure became fainter and more blurred, until it reached its limit, bursting and disappearing like a dream bubble.

The normal battle lasted less than twenty seconds, and the opponent's attack methods were better than nothing. The overall performance was not even as good as one foot of the demon in the world of "The Witcher".

Jiang Bing's evaluation was: "It's so bad that it's hard to pick at."

Chapter 211 A straightforward prophecy called a notification

But it fits the magic level of this world.

The ghost train gradually dissipated as the ghost passed away. Although the passengers failed to get on the train successfully, at least they did not stay at a station where they should not have stayed.

There are still clouds and mist in the dense forest, but these are normal physical phenomena.

It was not until dawn that Arthur and Margaret found Jiang Bing along the railway.

He was standing by an abandoned railway, looking at an abandoned temporary camp, lost in thought.

The camp had been abandoned for a long time, and the various items left behind had decayed.

But Jiang Bing's attention was not on these things, but on the numerous small graves next to the camp.

The death rate of Chinese workers who crossed the ocean to build railways in America was 10%.

This means that the completion of a section of railway was laid with the blood and flesh of countless Chinese people.

"Under every railroad sleeper lies the soul of a Chinese worker."

And next to every section of railway, there is always such an inconspicuous cemetery.

There is no tombstone, no trace left, and the grave mound is pitifully small. In the windy west, it will probably be smoothed out soon.

In a few decades, this place will become a flat land, and the tombs will gradually be forgotten, just like the Chinese laborers who died here.

Railway, in mystical sense, represents connection.

The grave represents death, and death is the most intense condensation of a person's emotions in life.

Numerous graves and deaths, overwhelming resentment, fear, pain, confusion, and despair are scattered across the lands of the West along with the graves.

Then they were connected by the railway they built with their own hands.

Aggregation is happening quietly.

Especially under the catalysis of "interested people".

"Arthur, do you know where this place is? Where does the railway lead to next?"

The first thing Jiang Bing said was to ask the Western Inquisitor about the terminus of the railway that was halfway through construction but suddenly abandoned.

Arthur, a man with a rough appearance, has the habit of recording everything he sees and hears at any time.

In his notebook, there are maps of all the places he has been.

Arthur lived up to everyone's expectations, flipped through it briefly, and gave the answer.

"The Bluewater Swamp, Mr. Sable, is very rich in fish in the Komasa River that flows through it. I have fished near there."

Arthur kicked the abandoned railway tracks beneath his feet lightly with his leather boots.

"By crossing the swamp and extending it south for a few thousand meters, this railway will pass through the Bluewater Swamp and the Black Swamp and reach the outskirts of Saint Denis."

"Black Swamp!"

The maid suddenly exclaimed.

"Sir, that old man that day."

Jiang Bing looked out into the distance where the railway extended. All he could see were dead trees, swamps, wild grass and vines. The end of the unfinished railway had long been buried deep in the soil, merging with the earth.

With his good memory, he must have remembered every word the old man said.

"Turn the rudder to a new course, and choose to dock in the center of the Black Swamp. Young blacksmith, the pursuit will not be in vain, but be careful of the seabed. The old helmsman is watching you through the reflection on the water."

Obviously, the waterway refers to the railway, and the ship can naturally refer to the train.

Then the answer is naturally waiting in the center of the Black Swamp.

The three of them followed the map to find the horse.

As the name suggests, Black Swamp is a vast swamp wetland.

But it also has another meaning, darkness.

The dense trees blocked out the sun, completely blocking it out. The sun was high in the sky, but the forest was dark as if it was dusk.

There is a road through the swamp, but it is definitely not suitable for a caravan.

The narrow path is full of mud and rotten wood, and you can only use your legs to travel here.

Arthur and Margaret have four legs, and Jiang Bing has two legs.

[Power - Chi You] The weight of more than 500 kilograms is too much for even the strong Belgian heavy draft horse to bear, so Jiang Bing can only walk.

Fortunately, when he runs, "as fast as a galloping horse" can be transformed from an adjective into a descriptive word.

The high humidity made everything look rotten, with mosquitoes swarming and insects crawling everywhere.

Although it is not as bad as the 'Green Hell' deep in the Amazon rainforest, it is still not very suitable for human survival.

But people like to give the self-righteous nature two big slaps in the face to tell it who is the owner of this corpse.

The three of them saw such a corpse.

It's just that he didn't die from a mosquito-borne disease, hunger, wild animals, or mountain torrents or wildfires.

He died at the hands of humans.

Looking at the corpse hanging on the tree, Arthur immediately pressed the gun handle at his waist.

The gangs in the West are not easy to deal with. The option of exchanging points to buy life and wealth does not exist for them at all. If you meet them, you will basically die.

If you are unlucky and encounter a psychopathic robber, your fate may be similar to the corpse guy mentioned above.

Jiang Bing glanced at the smooth leg bones of the corpse and found the knife marks left by the murderer when he was cutting the flesh.

"The cannibals did it."

This forest is perfect for this kind of people to survive. It is dense and sparsely populated, but not completely uninhabited.

The three of them continued on their way.

Soon, the sound of sobbing and crying reached the ears of the three people.

There was a woman sitting on the roadside, crying with her back to the crowd.

Jiang Bing suspected that these cannibals ate too much, and the prions attacked their brains, causing a serious drop in their IQ.

In this situation, even a fool would think there is something wrong.

What's more, he has good eyesight and can see the other person's hairy calves and thighs from a long distance.

"shot."

Without a word, Arthur pulled out his gun and shot the man dead from a distance.

There was a commotion in the dense forest beside the road.

The next moment, several half-naked savages rushed out of their hiding place and headed straight for the three people.

Gunfire rang out instantly.

Arthur sat upright on horseback and fired five shots in an instant, knocking down a group of people.

But the reason why humans are called the heads of all things is because of their wisdom.

Wisdom enables humans to learn to use tools and utilize fire.

And raising livestock.