The Creators: From Night City

He brings change and new enlightenment

He drives away ignorance and the dust of blind obedience

He is a wise man from afar

Changing, developing, and the tide of the times

He is the merciless god of death

Surrounded by spiritual steel, fire, and the sorrow of death

This is the impression of "craftsmen" in later generations. This information, which deviates from reality by thirty-two beauty filters, comes from the 1,100 crowns that Jiang Bing gave to Dandelion as a friendly support.

This shows that artists, especially those who wield pens and write poetry and novels, are generally obsessed with money.

In fact, the atmosphere of the first meeting between the two sides was not friendly.

Whether it was Jiang Bing's 100% metal armor or the exquisitely crafted, glossy metal storage box under his feet, both were too advanced for the two demon hunters who were still in the Middle Ages.

It was so advanced that the two of them felt at first glance that the other party was not from this world, but rather a creature from another world that was thrown into this world by the intersection of the celestial spheres.

However, the conjunction of the celestial spheres had not occurred for quite some time, and the two were a little unsure for a while.

Jiang Bing was staring blankly at the system panel at this moment.

System prompt: Due to your first exposure to a large amount of high-level energy, your existence strength increases by 0.6, and your composition strength increases by 0.3

Listing properties for you

Name: Jiang Bing

Qualification: [Apprentice Craftsman]

Class Level: 3 (66%)

Domicile: B33 plane origin planet (Earth)

Location: Plane No. HXXD-G00334

Presence Strength: 4.2

Composition strength: 4.2

Creator Database Access Level: 1 (98%)

Number of craftsman badges: 264

In his eyes, the world was filled with colorless light. At this moment, he was like a fish leaving water for the first time, realizing that there was an element called air in the world.

Led by the chaotic magic power, the whole world opened its arms to Him, and compared with the world Jiang Bing had experienced before, the pan-consciousness of the plane seemed unprecedentedly active.

The world's structure is extremely loose, and the cornerstone elements that make up the world are moving freely in the world. A large amount of "information" is left unguarded and unlocked, exposed in public, like a safe that has never been closed. As long as someone reaches the corresponding level, they can pick it up.

This is the High Demon World? !

Jiang Bing looked at the two round objects in the grass that were as bright as light bulbs, took a deep breath of the sweet air mixed with chaotic magic, and for the first time felt that the moon in the other world was rounder.

This high-dimensional being who imprisoned himself in the micro-demon plane finally understood for the first time that there are differences between poverty and wealth between the worlds, and also drew the cigarette handed to him by the idealistic world for the first time.

This almost brought tears to the eyes of the "craftsman" who had been smoking a pipe in the cyber world.

"Come out."

A completely unfamiliar language, somewhat similar to High Elven.

Although they didn't understand, the two demon hunters could still roughly understand the corresponding meaning.

Seeing Jiang Bing taking off the visor (helmet) of his armor on his own initiative, Geralt and Vesemir realized that they had been discovered, so they walked out of the bushes vigilantly and stood face to face with Jiang Bing.

The older and more experienced Vesemir began to try to communicate with the other party. He first greeted Jiang Bing in the common language, but when he saw that Jiang Bing didn't understand, he switched to Skellige, Elvish (ancient language), Dwarven, Goblin, and Nilfgaardian dialect. When Jiang Bing didn't understand any of them, he stumbled over a few words in Dryad and Ellyron, but they still didn't match the Chinese, English, Russian, French, German and other languages ​​that Jiang Bing was familiar with.

The two people were talking at cross purposes, one was talking about the city gate tower and the other was talking about the hip axis. Although they couldn't communicate, at least they were on the same wavelength.

In the end, the two of them pushed their communication methods forward along the development of human civilization, and finally found common ground in body language.

After a lot of gestures and guessing, the three of them finally got to know each other.

The old demon hunter had a thousand guesses about Jiang Bing's identity in his mind. He was introducing his name to Jiang Bing with a normal expression when he saw the other party raise his eyebrows. Just as he was wondering if he had done something wrong, he saw the other party suddenly turn his head to the jungle on the side.

In Jiang Bing's 'field of vision', there was a mass of condensed chaotic magic power on the side, quietly moving towards the three people. Without even meeting them, one could tell from the way it acted that it was not a good thing.

Glancing at Vesemir and the sullen-faced white wolf Geralt across from him, he suspected that the creatures approaching might be some mountain monsters, which, like the two witchers, were attracted by the magic siphon he had triggered earlier.

He recognized the other person's identity from the very beginning. After all, they both had cat eyes on their faces, double swords on their backs, and wolf head necklaces around their necks. They were almost like imitating a computer game with their names on top of their heads.

But the embarrassing thing was that it was their first meeting and both parties were stuck in a language barrier.

The world of "The Witcher" is not in the Pan-Blue Star cultural circle, and none of the languages ​​in human history that Jiang Bing is familiar with are found here.

Putting aside the words for now, seeing that the two were completely unaware of the impending danger, Jiang Bing simply pulled out the conspicuous [Principle] on his back and slammed it on the ground. He then pointed at the swords on the backs of the two demon hunters who had suddenly become nervous, and finally gestured in the direction of the enemy's attack.

The two men suddenly realized what was going on and drew their swords.

Vesemir and Geralt both drew silver swords. As the top group of demon hunters in the northern countries, with the help of Jiang Bing's hints, the two of them judged the approximate range of the invader with their rich demon hunting experience and knowledge of monsters.

First of all, in the wild mountains and wilderness, there is basically no chance that the opponent is a monster.

As for the type, Geralt thought it was an elf or a sprite, while Vesemir guessed it was a genie or some small mist monster.

Although both of them had their own guesses, the answers they gave did not deviate from one principle, that is, these monsters all knew magic and could sense and utilize chaotic magic.

But the answer is that both of them guessed wrong.

The one that attacked was a Funt monster.

This creature, classified as a remnant by witchers, is very rare, but that doesn't mean it's not dangerous.

The Funt monster looks a bit like an elk, with muscles all over its body, horns on its head and fangs. Its huge size gives it absolute suppression power over humans. With a swing of its powerful front claws, it can kill a fully armed knight and his horse.

Chapter 111: Fent Monster

The chaotic magic power that fills the body will spontaneously consume magic power after any injury and quickly recover from the injury.

This thing was so difficult to deal with that when the two witcher masters saw it, they both frowned.

Vesemir muttered about his bad luck and, with great pain, smeared a layer of residual sword oil on the silver sword in his hand. This sword oil, which was made by mixing dog fat with specific alchemical materials, was a special poison to the monster in front of him and could effectively weaken the opponent in battle.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you can cut it down.

White Wolf Geralt also frowned and took out a Foehn bomb from his portable bag. This encounter was completely an unexpected disaster. Without the demon hunting commission, it meant that the two of them had to pay for all the consumption of items and wear and tear of equipment themselves.

This made his already poor financial situation even worse.

The Fent monster usually lives in dense forests, swamps, or muddy lands. They usually try to avoid contact with humans. However, this time the chaos magic siphon hooked it out of the dense forest. As soon as it arrived at the scene, it saw three fully armed humans staring at it, which made it difficult for it not to misunderstand.

You're hanging here to catch fish, right?

The battle broke out in an instant.

The Fent monster, which was more than three meters tall, let out a huge "yo yo" howl, and with its thick limbs, rushed towards the three people like a chariot.

Its huge size means it doesn't have to worry about bumping into anyone, and the sharp and scattered bony branches on its head, like deer antlers, cover all three of them.

At this point, you can see that the three people have different fighting styles.

Geralt rolled with his sword to dodge, and cast a Quen Sign on himself. The more experienced Vesemir used the unique leap of the Wolf School swordsmanship to dodge to the side, and while dodging, he also slashed back at the opponent with a sword.

Under Vesemir's slightly worried gaze, Jiang Bing moved sideways a short distance like a ghost, allowing the thick bone horns to pass by him.

Being overweight is indeed very destructive, but it is inevitably accompanied by clumsy and slow ability to move around in a small area.

The key to close combat is to seize opportunities.

The Font monster's first attack failed, and its huge body kicked and dug on the ground for a long distance before it stopped.

This exposed its plump butt in front of the three men.

The swordsmanship of the Wolf School is different from that of the Bear School in that it is broad and powerful; the Cat School attacks the enemy's vital points, is swift and deadly; it emphasizes rhythm and control.

Grasp every rhythm in the battle, whether it is created by yourself or the enemy, and control every factor on the battlefield, terrain, space, distance, weather and even the enemy itself.

The Wolf School's swordsmanship draws on the strengths of both the Panda School and the Cat School, successfully combining them to form its own unique swordsmanship style.

As a swordsman of the Wolf School, Geralt immediately seized this great opportunity for attack. The silver sword in his hand turned with the rotation of his waist, combined with the small jump of his lower body, he successfully put his own weight into the chop.

The jump attack, which was much slower than normal movements, successfully took advantage of the opponent's braking window and left a wound nearly ten centimeters deep on the opponent's buttocks.

The residual sword oil remained in the wound and continued to corrode deep into the flesh of the Fent monster. The unique substance in the sword oil reacted with the chaotic magic power in the monster's body, turning the area around the wound into a charred area.

Stimulated by the intense pain, the Font monster twisted its body and swept with its front claws, but Geralt dodged it with a small jump.

The sweep missed, and the monster pressed its front paw into the ground to gain leverage, making it easier for its other hand to follow up with a second sweep.

"Oh!"

Amidst the flying grass, Vesemir stretched out his hand and cast an Alder Seal. The telekinesis transformed from chaos magic started from his palm and swept across the fan-shaped area in front.

Under normal circumstances, the demon hunter's telekinetic shock waves cannot shake a huge and heavy monster like the Fent, just like a typhoon can roll up a thin person, but it is powerless against a bucket-shaped, 200-kilogram fat man.

But the experienced witcher timed the release of the seal very cleverly, which happened to be the brief gap between the old strength of the Font monster and the new strength that had not yet been generated. The shock wave hit the opponent's front paws that were used to support the body, successfully making the opponent's forearms go limp and fall flat on his face.

The monster lay on its back, scratching around with its limbs, which made the two demon hunters hesitant and they didn't dare to move forward to finish it off despite the disorderly attacks.

But Jiang Bing had no such concerns.

The monomolecular samurai sword at his waist was unsheathed, creating a curtain of light, leaving dozens of scars on the opponent's arms, chest and neck.

But Jiang Bing frowned, the feedback from the sword in his hand was not right. The sharp blade cut into the opponent's fur, as if it was cutting into an invisible barrier, and the force of the attack was greatly weakened.

The attack, which could have penetrated deep into the bone, only caused a few shallow scars on the monster, and its power was reduced by more than half.

It's chaos magic!

Jiang Bing took a look at the silver swords in the hands of the two demon hunters and immediately reacted.

As expected of a high-magic world, any monster rushing out from the roadside has physical immunity.

Amid the witcher's anxious cries, the monster, which had already recovered from its imbalance, didn't even bother to get up, and directly swept across with its front paws, which were as thick as Jiang Bing's waist.

A huge force surged from the left arm used for blocking, knocking [Power - Wind Lord] who was lifted up by the airflow back several meters.

Jiang Bing landed on the ground with a frown on his face.

Just as the two came into contact, he keenly discovered that the chaotic magic power filling his body also became active for a moment, spontaneously forming a layer of magic barrier on the surface of his skin, which also reduced the power of this sweep by more than half.

Jiang Bing clenched his fists and grinned.

Everyone hates being a bot, and everyone wants to be a bot.

He was stunned, but the two witchers were not idle.

Geralt finally swung out the Foehn that he had prepared long ago, which caused a loud bang and stunned the Font monster in place.

Foehn = Magical version of stun grenade.

Then the two figures crossed each other, leaving two deep scars on the monster's left forearm that were visible to the bone.

This time, Jiang Bing "saw" the entire process of the attack. Not only the material of the silver sword, but also the runes on the sword's spine played a key role.

This time, the other party was really screaming in pain.

As dirt and rocks flew everywhere, the Font monster was like a frightened wild horse, jumping wildly away from the three people.

But it was just a feint.

Vesemir suddenly shouted at Jiang Bing, and his expression seemed to want Jiang Bing to be careful.

The next second, the still fleeing Font monster suddenly turned around, and Jiang Bing's sharp eyesight allowed him to see the third eye on the monster's forehead clearly.

Chapter 112 Concepts that Need to be Updated

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling red light burst out from the horizontal eye, dragging Jiang Bing into the illusion.

The flowers, plants and trees around began to become erratic, and the bright sky became very dim.

In the darkness, a giant eye was floating in the air, burning.

This scene, which was enough to make ordinary people tremble with fear, did not shake Jiang Bing at all.

Putting aside his own rock-hard will and battlefield experience gained from thousands of battles, after seeing the Azure Vision, the eyes of about one meter in size really did not inspire fear.

But the two witchers didn't know that.

The two looked at Jiang Bing with regret as he stood there with his eyes wide open, as if he was hypnotized by the third eye of the Fent monster.