The Creators: From Night City

After fusing [mithril], 'divine seal fragments', and 'craftsman's blood', and undergoing lightning tempering, this pool of liquid metal directly skipped the two extraordinary forging stages of [molding embryo] and [melting], and directly completed [purification].

As long as it undergoes [forging] and [polishing], this will become Jiang Bing's first truly extraordinary creation.

The intuition from the 'apprentice craftsman' stimulated Jiang Bing's forging instinct, allowing him to realize at the first moment that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Enduring the pain, Jiang Bing leaned over and was about to touch the ball of metallic liquid that seemed to have life, when a mass of objects suddenly bounced up from the ground.

It's the XX of the succubus.

The XX, which was as thick as an ordinary person's forearm, suddenly bounced up from the ground, and in the devilish twitching, coincidentally, it accurately hit Jiang Bing's face after he took off the mask, fell to the ground, and finally died.

"Hahahaha!"

Before Jiang Bing could react, the Mirror Master's signature voice came from behind him.

At some point, the other party had quietly appeared and witnessed the entire scene that just happened.

Jiang Bing turned his head weakly and looked at the other party's gloating expression.

He had reason to suspect that the other party might have made these dumplings just for the dish of vinegar.

"Is it that funny?" The best way to avoid social death is to take the initiative.

Master Mirror was visibly happy, feeling a sense of revenge.

"Quite funny, actually."

The other person walked forward leisurely with his hands behind his back.

"It's funny that even if I lose everything on this deal, I still think it's worth it."

"Smashed?" Jiang Bing was very confused.

"You don't want its body, just take its soul."

Master Mirror tapped a pool of metallic liquid on the ground with his toes, and the opponent's soul oozed out like mist, condensing into a crystal skull in MasterMirror's palm.

"The power I gave him melted into this mess along with his flesh. It wasn't all destroyed."

"I don't think you can't get it back." Jiang Bing asked back.

"It's all been stained with your blood. I don't want it anymore."

The other party pulled out the thick "Original Theory of Demon Hunter" from the void, and casually threw it in front of Jiang Bing.

"I'm giving it to you. I'm giving it all to you."

Recalling the scene of the "craftsman"'s social death just now, Gaunt O'Dimm shook his head happily, turned around and said goodbye, and disappeared into the air in a few steps.

The 'craftsman', who didn't know what he had lost, was a little confused, but the confusion could not stop the attraction of the pile of metal in front of him.

He continued to put his hand into the metallic liquid in front of him. The silvery-white liquid seemed to have life, climbing up the back of Jiang Bing's hand and onto the [Power-Wind Lord] that was on the verge of collapse, filling in every crack and every hole, and then swallowed up the armor, and the two merged into one.

Chapter 125 [Power - Chi You]

The essential ability of the "craftsman" is taking effect. As the "craftsman badge" is rapidly consumed, a large amount of ether acts as firewood, supplying the liquid to conform to the shape that best suits it, and it is rapidly forged and carved into shape.

Fusing the monster's immortal flesh and indestructible bones, the liquid metal, driven by high-level power, began to rapidly transform the armor.

The flesh and blood rapidly regenerated under the energy of the shattered 'divine seal fragments', and the bones evolved and reappeared.

The metal of [Power - Wind Lord] is transformed into the outer armor, the indestructible skeleton is transformed into the supporting frame, the immortal flesh and blood provides the power, and the "Divine Seal Fragment" with nearly endless energy capacity and compatibility serves as the energy battery.

The iconic laurel wreath is retained.

After experiencing the baptism of the previous chaotic magic, the golden laurel wreath seemed to have light constantly flowing all over it, continuously projecting a warm glow outwards.

The two sharp horns derived from the flesh and blood of the original owner were also inherited, stuck on both sides of the laurel wreath, pointing straight up into the sky.

Thus, the blood-red [Power-Chiyou] was forged.

Compared with the original one, the armor, which has become several times fatter, can now be called a power armor (with its own power). After putting it on, Jiang Bing's height is nearly two meters and three.

Holding the book, he just bent his knees and jumped lightly. The immortal flesh and blood sponsored by Master Mirror instantly burst out with its former powerful strength. He flew into the sky with the armor, jumped to a height of more than ten meters, and flew out of the pit.

During this process, Jiang Bing did not exert any force at all. In other words, this was the power released by the armor itself.

However, compared with the outrageous performance of the male Night Demon before, this number is quite normal.

Jiang Bing almost jumped out for dozens of meters, then gritted his teeth and returned to the glass pit to pick up the long penis that was dead but not rotten on the ground.

I don’t know if it’s the Mirror Master’s bad taste, but the strength of this thing is ridiculously beyond the standard. The main body was crushed to ashes, but it was unharmed.

As long as you ignore its poor appearance, it is definitely a good material for making blunt weapons.

Mr. Jiang, who was frugal and thrifty, finally couldn't bear to throw it away, but planned to take it back, maybe he could use it in the future.

After walking a few hundred meters, the armor melted and flowed like mercury, regrouping into a ball of liquid metal, transforming into a long red windbreaker, entwining itself on Jiang Bing's body.

This is the second function of [Power-Chiyou], which solves the problem of armor not being able to be carried around to a great extent.

It also saves a lot of electricity bills for washing machines.

As for the weight of nearly 500 kilograms, it was not a big deal for Jiang Bing.

Just think of it as wearing a weighted vest.

But the problem immediately arises. [Power-Wind Lord] is wearing a Night City high-strength fiber combat suit. This close-fitting combat suit is not only breathable and sweat-permeable, but also very elastic and has a certain degree of bulletproof function.

However, it is a one-piece underwear after all, and shoes and socks are not included. Fortunately, liquid metal (liquid flesh and blood) can also solve the problem.

The forest fire had been extinguished. Jiang Bing found his storage box and samurai sword that had been blown away. When he came out of the forest, he saw a large number of villagers gathered in groups of three or five at the edge of the forest, looking in.

The battle is over, but the aftermath is just beginning to ferment.

When Jiang Bing returned to the Nilfgaardian camp, he found that the camp was under martial law. Fortunately, although his clothes had changed, the box in his arms was very recognizable.

This also allowed him to arrive smoothly at the door of Peter Sal Guanli's office.

Before he even opened the door, he could smell a unique scent in the air.

It's a unique complex flavor of cloves and currants.

When the guard led Jiang Bing into the room, the originally noisy environment suddenly became a little quiet.

Several people looked at Jiang Bing in his strange outfit (a bright red jumpsuit), but no one dared to speak.

Fortunately, the new lady was not among them.

"It seems that this is Mr. Sabul."

"Yennefer?"

The other party nodded.

"Congratulations!" Jiang Bing congratulated Bai Lang.

He held the storage box in his arms, looked at Peter Sal Guanli, who was a little timid, and threw down a few words.

"Problem solved."

The other party didn't dare to ask any more questions. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a purse that was obviously even bulger.

This is obviously an attempt to widen the road.

The experienced Vesemir understood Jiang Bing's eye signal, stepped forward to take the purse, and prepared to leave the office with Jiang Bing, who didn't want to say anything more.

Geralt was going to follow Yennefer to Vizima, the capital of Temeria, to meet Emhyr Emreis, the Emperor of Nilfgaard, while the old wolf was relaxed.

Jiang Bing declined Peter Sal Guanli's recruitment and prepared to bid farewell to several people and set out on the road to Novigrad.

After all, as the free city, there is no place more convenient than here to exchange supplies.

In the Middle Ages, when there were no trains or cars and the roads were just muddy paths, and it was temporarily impossible to use air currents to travel, it would take a week and a half to ride from here to Novigrad in Redania.

Once the cooling time of the [Key] is up, Jiang Bing will leave this world.

After all, there are still many things waiting for him to deal with on the other side.

However, this does not affect his rushing to the destination to facilitate the next action.

On the way, I happened to study the book "The Original Theory of Demon Hunter" which I fought for half my life and spent half my life on.

This trip also happened to avoid the huge number of spies sent by various countries, as well as the various detection methods of those famous magic organizations.

………………

Cyberpunk 2077 world.

"If you fight for survival, you will survive; if you compromise for survival, you will die."

On the platform of the Workers' Mutual Aid Association at the Coronado Farm, Old Logan gave an inspiring speech.

Then, a one-armed middle-aged worker was invited to the stage.

There are only two types of physical defects in Night City.

The first situation is poverty, and the second situation is still poverty.

"I'm Baril, from Coronado Farms, and a former worker at East Construction."

Baril raised his broken left arm and spoke to the workers below.

"They first increased the workload in an attempt to force us out, then they withheld my salary and forced me to use inferior, counterfeit inhibitors, all to save their paltry compensation..."

Backstage, Rebecca has been discharged from the hospital and is holding the arms of a blue fan, listening to the voices floating from the stage.

"My co-workers died or went crazy. Only a few of them, like me, gave up in time and saved their lives."

"Alas, these capitalists are the same wherever they go."

Pyrrha rubbed her hands enviously, staring at Rebecca's new arm, and when she wasn't paying attention, she sneaked up with the metal prosthetic hand.

"Hey!"

Rebecca elbowed Pira, knocking her to her knees. She then lovingly wiped her left arm, which had just been touched by Pira.

There was a high-end-looking teddy bear doll embossed with exquisite craftsmanship, but the arms of the doll looked very simple, and there were traces of stitching on the shoulders.

The relief is painted pink, as is the left arm.

Same color as Haley's bear.

Chapter 126 Officially and secretly

"Pyrrha, if you touch my 'friend' again, I'm going to punch you."

Pyrrha quickly waved her hands and stated firmly that she would not act like a jerk again.

But soon the two long arms started to act dishonestly again.

There was no way. As a technical expert, he had never seen a Hercules arm modified like this.

Rather than calling it the Hercules arm, it would be more accurate to say that this is the most advanced prosthetic arm in the "Strike" series of military technology, but in the shell of Hercules.

Although the two prosthetic hands still have the rough appearance of Hercules, if you look closely, you can find that they are actually made up of many precision parts.

It's like a 4K display trying hard to pretend to be a cathode ray tube display. The former can imitate the latter, but the quality of the two is naturally not the same.

"I really don't understand why Mr. Sabul could have made it more refined, but he had to make it look so ugly."

Pyrrha pouted and uttered a series of incomprehensible words, mumbling words like precision, nano, high-tech, etc., which caused everyone backstage to laugh.

Dolio was about to tease the other party when Qiwei, who was thousands of miles away at Base No. 6, suddenly sent a message.

Qiwei: Several NCPD vehicles are heading towards your location. They just passed the outermost security cameras. It looks like they're targeting you.

Business is important, Dolio clapped her hands and temporarily brought the two playful siblings to a halt.

"Stop messing around, the police are coming, it's time to get back to work."

Sky Hera EC-H I860 NCPD Enforcer, NCPD's dedicated vehicle.

This Hera version, specially customized by the NCPD from the Skydome manufacturer, comes with its own reinforcement when it leaves the factory. The cheap plastic on the body is replaced with fireproof and bulletproof materials, and the front bumper is also replaced with thickened steel plates to adapt to the thrilling law enforcement environment in Night City.

To be honest, this car should be able to handle ordinary street fights and gangster firefights without any problem, but when faced with the [Annihilation] in Dolio's hand, which looked formidable, the lead car still stopped obediently.

Once the lead car stopped, the two police cars of the same model behind it naturally had to stop as well.

"NCPD enforcement!"

The police officer in the lead car didn't even dare to get out of the car completely, and hid behind the windshield and shouted.

"It's strange that you guys, a bunch of incredibly lazy guys, sometimes stretch your arms and legs on your own initiative."