The Creators: From Night City

As they approached the fortress entrance, Jiang Bing became even more speechless.

The fairly thick iron door wasn't even closed!

Just like that, without doing anything, Jiang Bing had already entered the fortress and was standing behind an enemy.

Jiang Bing, who was used to the intensity of the confrontation in Night City, couldn't help but feel like a child playing house.

But the work still has to be done.

Jiang Bing stretched out his hand from behind his waist, pulled out an axe, and chopped it directly into the back of the opponent's head.

The robber, who might have been having a nightmare and whose breathing was a little disordered, immediately regained his normal breathing with the help of Jiang Bing.

Without pulling the axe out of the enemy's forehead, Jiang Bing stretched out another axe from his lower back and slowly pushed open the iron door leading to the shooting room on the left.

The poorly maintained iron door made a slight friction sound, but the sentry on the chair did not make any response and did not even turn around.

From the inside, you can see a Type 99 light machine gun in good condition placed under the observation hole, so that the guard can set it up and shoot out through the observation hole at any time.

The stuff was good, but after taking a look at the sentry who was slumped in his chair, yawning non-stop and had no military training, Jiang Bing was too lazy to complain.

Give him a retro axe headdress that will impress him and let him calm down.

With helplessness, Jiang Bing pushed open the iron door leading to the interior of the fortress.

The enemy behind the door didn't even react at first. The main reason was that Jiang Bing didn't behave like an enemy attacking the fortress, but rather like a master returning to his own home.

The robber reacted and realized that the visitor was not right. Instead of pulling out his gun and shooting like the simple residents of Night City, he tried to open his mouth to ask who the visitor was.

But the next second, the axe flew out of Jiang Bing's hand and pierced his forehead.

The body then fell to the ground with a sound that was neither loud nor soft.

But the robber next door was still sleeping soundly!

At this point, Jiang Bing didn't want to say anything anymore. He casually pulled out an axe from his waist and chopped the man on the forehead.

Jiang Bing continued to advance into the dilapidated fortress.

Finally, when they reached the spacious combat command room, the enemy inside finally reacted.

Perhaps it was because they were in a familiar environment, or perhaps it was simply because their rank was too low and they were too lazy, but the two enemies did not have their guns with them.

One of the robbers was so stupid that he turned around and ran to grab a gun during the fight. Jiang Bing, who had no obligation to teach him a lesson, raised his hand and threw an axe to hit him on the back of the head.

The corpse fell forward.

After being taught by words and deeds, the other enemy finally resisted the urge to turn around and grab a gun, and instead reached into his military boots and pulled out a tactical dagger.

"Ah~ this~"

Jiang Bing looked at the dagger held upside down in the enemy's hand, and clenched the thick spear in his own hand. What he was thinking in his heart was whether he had been pampered by Night City and had a fear of insufficient firepower.

Long guns are inconvenient, so it’s fine if you don’t carry them with you, but why don’t you carry a pistol with you?

A pistol is not as powerful as a bigger weapon you can bring with you. Who can you kill with this small dagger?

Or is the current situation on the other side what a civil fight in a normal world should be like?

The opponent took a few deep breaths and finally mustered up the courage to rush forward screaming. However, before he could take two steps, he was suddenly stabbed by the blurry spear in Jiang Bing's hand, which penetrated from bottom to top, from his chin, and pierced his crown.

Jiang Bing lifted the opponent with the spear in one hand, shook it twice to ensure that the opponent's brain was evenly shaken, then pulled back the spear and let it fall to the ground.

Just like that, a gang entrenched in a military fortress was destroyed by Jiang Bing, who was armed with cold weapons, without any gunshots, only a scream, or even any fierce conflict.

Speechless, really. People will be extremely speechless when they are extremely speechless.

Jiang Bing was extremely cautious and made too many ineffective preparations before the action. He felt that the enemy had wasted his respect.

From Kate's perspective, the whole thing is even more exaggerated.

This sturdy yellow man named Sabir, whom I met just yesterday, only had a few tools, an axe and a medieval spear that looked like he had hammered it out himself. After watching the military fortress inhabited by ruthless bandits for a while, he walked into the fortress from the side with confident steps.

The process was so casual that Kate, who thought they were just there to investigate the situation, didn't react.

Less than five minutes later, he strolled out of the fortress again, telling himself casually that the entire military fortress had been cleared.

During this process, there was no gunfire, no fighting, no shouting, nothing. Even the man named Sabul was not red in the face or out of breath, and his clothes were spotless, as if he had just walked in.

Kate even suspected that the fortress had been abandoned and was actually empty.

However, this idea was forcibly rejected when he was assigned to clean up the corpses.

Kate swallowed the broth that was rising up in her throat with difficulty, endured the physical discomfort, and pulled out the axe that was nailed to the enemy's forehead.

The axe was so deeply embedded in the corpse's skull that Kate had to step on the corpse's neck to get it out.

She knew this was a test, so she hardened her heart and threw away the white unknown tissue on the axe. She wiped the axe again and again with the corpse's clothes before putting it in the basket beside her.

Then he pushed the body off a cliff and let it disappear into the vast ocean.

Afterwards, Kate returned to the fortress a hundred meters away, and once again struggled to drag a half-stiff corpse to the edge of the cliff. She continued to swallow the breakfast that was rushing to her throat with difficulty, pulled out the axe with her hands and feet, and then retreated down the cliff to destroy the corpse.

As bodies were dragged out of the fortress one after another, Kate became more and more curious and fearful of the mysterious man named Sable.

Who on earth could have such ruthless skills and such a calm disregard for life?

Agent?!

soldier?!

Killer?!

Kate's mind was filled with questions, but she believed that the answer would definitely not be as simple as he said yesterday, that he was just an ordinary craftsman.

However, as companions, the bud of security in her heart grew stronger and stronger, as if these corpses provided it with nutrients.

Chapter 34 [Big Chop]

On the castle tower.

The originally magnificent interior decoration has long been weathered and peeling.

Cold, stiff, and with a strong smell of decay that penetrates deep into the bones.

Himiko's consciousness woke up on this body that was once beautiful and full of vitality, but now dry and emaciated like a mummy.

The 'magic power' that he was once so proud of has become chaotic over the past 600 years, and his extremely fragile body is no longer able to support his consciousness to wake up for a long time.

In fact, it has been two years since I last woke up from this cage.

Himiko did not curse or wail. These useless emotions have been proven to be useless over a long period of time and are a pure waste of time.

She had more important things to do when she woke up this time.

The enormous 'mana' accumulated over hundreds of years poured into the back of her head, flowed through the thirteen narrow metal hairpins that were the symbol of the 'Sun Queen', fell under her body, spread underground along countless metal pipes, and was captured when it reached a certain location.

Then, with the supernova-like explosion of consciousness, Himiko's vision expanded almost infinitely.

Her loyal Yamatai and the storms she had personally unleashed were soon left behind. Infused with reckless 'mana', her vision seemed to span an endless ocean, following the throbbing bloodline originating from the soul level, moving forward.

Finally, the 'Sun Queen' saw the salvage ship speeding across the sea.

Endurance.

There is also the yellow girl on the deck who is excitedly taking selfies.

"star!!"

The boundless hatred stirred up a violent storm in the castle tower, causing the garrisoned storm warriors to kneel down continuously.

"I! Finally! Waited for you!"

"Mana" was squandered at all costs. Under the enormous pressure, Himiko's carbonized face began to gradually break and crack, and finally became incomplete like a stone statue weathered by the sun and rain.

After paying such a painful price, the sea area near the Endurance expedition ship suddenly began to blow with strong winds.

Soon, under the blowing of strong winds, the clouds began to be continuously driven, accelerated their flow, merged with each other, and finally formed a large mass of dark clouds.

The intense friction between the clouds generates a large amount of electric charges, which eventually lead to the generation of lightning.

Thus, a sudden storm took shape.

Almost in an instant, the wind blew violently, the rain poured down, and the waves, blown by the storm, hit the Endurance, almost throwing it out of the sea several times.

The storm grew stronger and stronger, and the ocean changed from its previous calmness to a completely different face.

Even a ship made of steel appears so fragile under the mighty force of nature.

Amid the prayers of everyone on board, the hull of the Endurance finally broke in the middle, and the people and objects in the cabin were all thrown into the ocean by the storm. Then, with the perfect timing of the storm, they were pushed towards the distant Yamatai by wave after wave of waves.

After doing all this, Himiko suppressed her tiredness and looked away.

He had originally thought of channeling the "mana" he could mobilize into his own legal chief, the Storm Warrior, but seeing that his consciousness had become rigid and numb over a long period of time, he finally changed his mind.

After brief consideration, Himiko chose to shift her focus to a middle-aged man who was sleeping outside the coronation room in the distance.

After projecting the image of the girl he had seen on the boat into his mind and leaving the divine command "Bring her to me and I will set you free", Himiko dissipated her "magic power".

At this point, the body had collapsed on a large scale. Not only the exposed face, feet and left forearm, but also the gorgeous "hanging" body began to collapse.

"I can no longer display my strength. This body can no longer sustain it. Nothing can withstand the wear and tear of exerting strength better than a young and healthy body."

Himiko skillfully silenced her active consciousness in this broken body.

'However, I believe that I will be able to completely break free from this cage soon.

…………

Inside the military fortress.

Jiang Bing stopped hammering the heavy metal sheet in front of him and put it back into his newly built stove to heat it.

This piece of iron weighing 40 kg was made from all the metal collected from the military fortress, including more than a dozen severely damaged Type 99 rifles.

The parts of these rifles were either severely deformed or simply corroded by time, moisture, and dust. There was no need for repair at all, so Jiang Bing put them back into the furnace for reuse.

The metal piece was soon licked red by the flames, then it was picked up by the tongs and placed on the anvil beside it to be hammered again.

Under Jiang Bing's powerful hammering, the hard steel was easily kneaded, folded, and deformed like mud. After repeatedly beating out a large amount of impurities, the cooled metal sheets were stuffed into the furnace again.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Bing mixed two small buckets of somewhat solidified lubricating oil with a certain amount of water to make a bucket of quenching liquid.

This military lubricant used by the Japanese army to maintain machines can barely be used for quenching, but the effect can only be described as unsatisfactory.

Although the raw materials that need to be quenched are high-strength alloys used to make firearms, in Jiang Bing's eyes, the strength and toughness still do not meet the indicators he wants.

If it were forged into a sword, a craftsman who knew his creation well would understand that with his current strength, the blade would bend after chopping off a hundred or eighty people.

What's more, it is inevitable that some guns and armor will be cut off along the way.

Of course, there are also the storm warriors wearing full sets of Kamakura period armor.

Given the powerful national strength of Yamatai at that time, the armor they wore was made of solid materials.

Therefore, Jiang Bing made some minor changes to the shape of this work. He boldly abandoned his favorite sword shape and replaced it with a broadsword that was more solid, durable, and powerful, and would not affect its use even if the blade was bent or broken.

At the same time, we piled up materials without getting tired of trying!

Of course, such shortcomings will also be very obvious.

ugly!

The metal piece was pulled out of the furnace again, and this time Jiang Bing had a sledgehammer in his hand.

With a series of clinking sounds, the sledgehammer was swung out, leaving an afterimage. Not long after, a giant machete with a broad back, thick blade, and a blade as wide as a chopping board was knocked out.

The machete was stuffed into the furnace, heated red by the high temperature, and then pulled out again after it was burned through.

This time, what needs to be done is shaping the details.

With the delicate control of force and angle, the unevenness created by the sledgehammer is quickly smoothed out by the small hammer, the jagged edges are corrected, and the curvature of the entire knife is refined to facilitate the transmission of force when swinging.

Jiang Bing gripped the rough metal handle, shook the blade briefly, and then rebalanced the center of gravity of the sword under the violent hammering of the small hammer.

Afterwards, the broadsword that had been basically forged was thrown into the furnace. Under the meticulous control of the "craftsman", the blade was first fully heated. When the temperature reached a delicate critical point, it was quickly pulled out and immersed in a tank filled with quenching liquid on the side.

呲!

White mist was rising, and when the time was almost right, the broadsword was taken out of the quenching liquid for final fine-tuning and polishing.

This knife is indeed ugly. Of course, it’s not that its appearance is so ugly. In fact, the weapons produced by Jiang Bing can basically be seen to have a sense of exquisite workmanship at a glance, but the shape of the entire weapon is not handsome at all.

Everyone's first impression of it can only be wild and simple.

After tempering the impurities, there was still 40kg of weight left, and none of it was wasted. The giant weapon was extended to a length of one and a half meters, and with the equally thick and narrow handle, the entire sword reached a crazy length of one and a half meters.