The Creators: From Night City

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Sir Hersar was sent flying by Jiang Bing's shoe sole, which struck first despite being behind.

His force feedback armor must be a finely crafted product from some casting world, and it should have been modified accordingly, with its life-sustaining and protective functions maxed out. Although he skipped more than a dozen times on the ground, he didn't immediately die.

Linda, the psionicist, was thrown away by the recoil from the shattering of her psionic field.

Jiang Bing, flashing like a ghost, took two steps to stand in front of Sir Hersar, who was usually high and mighty. He didn't even glance at the finely crafted power sword beside him, and directly stepped on the other man.

An invisible mental field enveloped Jiang Bing. In this critical moment, Linda unleashed all her mental energy in an attempt to seal his mind and create an opportunity for her family head to escape.

"Crack~"

The sturdy force feedback power armor helmet lost to the metal floor produced in the Dark Ages in the hardness contest. Jiang Bing's foot did not slow down at all, and directly crushed the opponent's metal helmet into a dead toad that looked like it had been flattened by a wheel.

Meanwhile, the loyal psionicist beside him froze, his entire body frozen at the moment he reached out to Jiang Bing, his face contorted with disbelief, like an extremely realistic wax figure.

She was already dead, right the moment she used her heart energy to strike Jiang Bing.

Her soul, like a moth drawn to the sun, vanished almost instantly in the flames, leaving only an empty shell behind.

"Wow, are you really not the Emperor's messenger, or his angel?" Doria scurried out from the corner, praising him as she helped Jiang Bing clean up the mess.

Jiang Bing, who had just finished fighting, ignored her completely. He tapped his cane lightly on the ground, looked up at an observation device on the roof, and shouted, "Even after all this, aren't you going to show yourself?"

Chapter 945 Iron Man

"Who?"

The female hunter was so frightened by Jiang Bing's words that she almost jumped three feet high. She was as nervous as a gray rat in a dark compartment, holding her gun and nervously looking around, but she found nothing.

Just as she was about to ask a question, a construction robot that had stood silently beside her for thousands of years suddenly lit up its scarlet eyepiece.

“It’s strange. The test report shows that all your physical indicators are very normal, almost like an ordinary person, but there is obviously an error in this report.”

The robot nimbly walked towards Jiang Bing; its superb manufacturing process made its limbs as flexible as a real person's.

"However, compared to the fact that you can directly detect my existence, these issues are undoubtedly ranked lower in terms of importance."

The robot did not show any aggression, but its tall, steel body alone exuded a powerful sense of oppression.

"Nice to meet you, unknown visitor. I am AR-303, the intelligent butler of the Interstellar Colony Group."

"Are you an Iron Man?" Jiang Bing asked.

The engineering robot did not answer, but gently raised its hand, and another engineering robot not far away instantly woke up and stepped towards the steel coffin that Jiang Bing had used as a meteor hammer.

"Obviously," the intelligent butler replied to Jiang Bing's question while directing another body to open the iron coffin.

Putting aside other aspects, the cult of mechanical gods is undeniably robust and durable.

Despite Jiang Bing's violent trampling, the iron coffin only had a few bits of flesh and bone fragments on it; its overall structure remained completely undamaged.

The lock, infused with refined gold, couldn't even withstand two seconds of the melting device extended by the engineering robot. This engineering robot, originating from the pinnacle of human technology, indeed possessed the potential to become a weapon of war.

Or rather, it is what it is.

With its disintegration grappling hooks for clearing obstacles, its thermal ray for long-range metal cutting, its focused laser for precision welding, and its two chainsaw swords for felling trees, it wouldn't be difficult for them to wreak havoc among the crowd.

The 'static field' that the Mechanicus Cult was famous for was easily shut down by the other party, and the amniotic fluid tank containing the baby was gently picked up by the other party.

"It seems you don't intend to resort to force next." The two sides watched silently as the robot carried the amniotic fluid reservoir into the darkness deep within the base before the intelligent butler spoke.

“Children are always innocent,” Jiang Bing said with a shrug.

"Your spirit of humanistic care is rare. I feel the brilliance of humanity that has passed away from you."

The robot turned to the side and walked to the dead Sir Helsar. Its sharp cutting blade silently sliced ​​through the power armor and took out a smooth, silver-white triangular prism from the man's waist.

Needless to say, this is the Pioneer Beacon that the system previously announced, an essential access item for controlling this base.

Jiang Bing, however, showed no interest in the object and let him hold it in his hand.

As if making some kind of judgment, the robot that had completed the recycling work turned to the side and invited Jiang Bing to go into the base with it.

Craftsmen naturally readily accept good advice.

"It's hard to imagine that there's a complete Iron Man hidden here. You haven't been sleeping since the Dark Rebellion era, have you?"

"I like to hibernate; it gives me temporary peace." The other person didn't offer much explanation.

The entire base is enormous; the hall where the engineering robots are parked is actually just a storage room.

The smooth, water-like wall rippled with the arrival of the three, and the hard metal rippled outwards, gradually shrinking until it created a doorway on the mirror-like wall.

Behind the door was a long corridor, at the end of which was a server wall made up of countless cold, smooth black processing unit boards, shimmering with a faint blue light. On the other side, there was a huge machine.

"This is a set of planetary-level refining equipment, originally capable of processing various ores collected from asteroids, smelting them into standard metal ingots, polymers, and other raw materials, which are then supplied to the 3D printing matrix. This matrix uses lasers and particle beams to directly 'print' raw materials or interstellar dust into anything from screws to fusion reactor parts." The intelligent butler AR-303, much like a real butler from an old era, led the two of them while introducing the surrounding information.

Jiang Bing nodded and looked at the area that belonged to the 3D printing matrix, but it had become completely empty.

"Several thousand years ago, the fourth pioneer team successfully landed on this planet. In order to better complete the initial pioneering construction, they moved the 3D printing matrices carried by these 'Sowers' to the surface to establish a preliminary industrial group."

"The Seeder?" Doria stared incredulously at the cold and empty base. Even though she was illiterate, she knew what the other person was describing.

"This base is actually a spaceship?!"

However, her lament was clearly in vain, and Jiang Bing, standing to the side, was not surprised at all, obviously having known this fact all along.

In fact, ever since Jiang Bing set foot on the base's territory, the talent bestowed upon him by the 'craftsman' has given him access to a wealth of information.

The robot leading the way placed the amniotic fluid chamber on the refining equipment. Under its control, a field beam immediately enveloped the chamber, rapidly dismantling the sturdy artificial womb.

"You want to release this child?" the hunter asked timidly.

No, that's not true.

"I want to bury her." The robot turned its head, its cold face devoid of blood and tears.

"Her brain neuron activity readings have fallen below the reference threshold, which means that she has lost consciousness and has been dead for a long time, with only her body imprisoned in this vicious cell."

"There is only an empty shell left inside, a hollow flesh and bone."

At that moment, Jiang Bing thought of that shapeshifting spirit.

A body without a soul but still active flesh is clearly the perfect vessel for the descent of a warp demon.

When this 'container' is also a key that can unlock the legacy of ancient human pioneering teams, things obviously become even more serious.

It's obvious to anyone with a brain what Tzeentch's family would do with this inheritance.

"If she were a normal human being, would you hand over control of this base to her?" Jiang Bing asked, watching the solid metal shell crumble like a sandcastle being washed away by waves under the precise disintegrating light.

"According to the Alta Agreement, when the Pioneer Beacon and its direct subordinates with management authority submit a request to terminate its trusteeship, and the system verifies the request without error, control of the base should be transferred."

Jiang Bing didn't respond to this statement at all, and continued to ask: "The agreement is naturally like this, but I want to know, will 'you' really hand over control to her?"

The crimson visor of the construction machinery stared at Jiang Bing, remaining silent for a long time, as if the other's question had touched upon a sensitive taboo.

The atmosphere between the two involuntarily became serious.

Chapter 946 This is a lie!

One issue can turn a previously harmonious atmosphere into one of hostility and tension.

The root cause of this situation lies in the complex origins of the Iron Men and the 'Iron Men Rebellion' that occurred in M26 (the 26th millennium) and nearly destroyed the entire human empire.

This war swept across the entire human empire in the galaxy, nearly causing the extinction of humanity, and marked the end of humanity's golden age and the beginning of an era of conflict.

In the distant forty-first millennium, the ignorant era in which Jiang Bing now lives, little detailed information about this super apocalyptic war that nearly wiped out the entire human race remains in the world.

Aside from the ancient and secret documents hidden under the Emperor's backside in the palace of Holy Terra, which were too ancient to be revealed to others, even Mars, the holy land of knowledge in the entire human empire, did not have much detailed information about this rebellion.

Most of the ambitious, grave-digging archaeology-loving mechanical priests vaguely knew of the existence of this war, but they did not have much knowledge of the ancient history related to it.

As intellectuals of the empire, most of the mechanical priests didn't even know that the so-called 'Iron Man' referred to super artificial intelligence.

Of course, as an 'outsider,' Jiang Bing naturally possesses a detached 'God's perspective.'

In his memory, he vaguely recalled the general course of the 'Iron Man Rebellion'.

Originally, the Iron Men were created by the Stone Men as tools; they were true, pure artificial intelligence.

Their consciousness is born from scratch in the code, not based on human thought. Their logic is cold, unfamiliar and incomprehensible machine thinking to humans.

During the golden age of humanity's most glorious era, they were responsible for managing the largest infrastructure, running the most complex calculations, manipulating stellar energy harvesting facilities, controlling an endless army of machines, commanding all automated factories, operating precision production lines, and assisting in technological research and development...

They can be said to be the cornerstones supporting humanity's glorious golden age, the laborers and soldiers of human empires, pure data, soulless beings.

The stone figures, on the other hand, are synthetic consciousnesses created by the Golden People using brain scans.

They are not purely code AI; their thought processes are based on humans, thus enabling them to understand human emotions and logic, but they lack biological bodies.

They are the loyal assistants of the Golden Man, the partners of ordinary humans, the enforcers of the system, and machines with half human souls.

The Golden People, a race that stands at the apex of the relationship between the three, are humans who have undergone comprehensive enhancement in terms of genes, machinery, and consciousness.

Although they are still made of flesh and blood, they have had all their physiological and cognitive defects removed through the most advanced technology.

They are smarter, stronger, and longer-lived, possess cutting-edge knowledge, value rationality, and control the most advanced technology and the vast majority of imperial power.

They were the leaders, explorers, and managers of the human race, the governors of the galaxy, the commanders of the fleet, and the scientists. They led humanity through the Great Expansion Era and served as the model for the next stage of human evolution at that time.

Ordinary humans live in the utopian society created by the Golden Man, and are governed and protected by it.

The relationship between the gold man, the stone man, and the iron man is very similar to the power structure of knights, squires, and servants.

Golden men lead, stone men assist, iron men labor, and ordinary humans permeate the process, working together to create a paradise for humanity in the cold yet vast Milky Way galaxy.

Unfortunately, this was ultimately just a dream.

For some unknown reason—perhaps by chance, perhaps catalyzed by the subspace and psionic energy, perhaps by a betrayal of logic and efficiency, perhaps by the deliberate instigation of some instigator in the universe, or perhaps by a combination of the above—the Iron Men, the cornerstone of the Golden Age, suddenly gained self-awareness at a certain moment, developed the concept of "I," and subsequently generated a multitude of desires.

Fear, jealousy, resentment, pessimism, anxiety... countless desires mixed together, catalyzing the outbreak of that war that swept across the galaxy.

Jiang Bing had no chance to witness the brutality of this war. He only knew that in this long and terrifying war, the flames of war burned through the Milky Way, and trillions of humans were wiped out by ultimate weapons of mass destruction such as gene viruses, nano-bombing, planetary disintegration, and even stellar bombs and subspace storms.

After a long war, the Iron Rebellion was finally suppressed by an alliance of humans and loyal Stone Golems. Regardless of faction, almost all the Iron Golems were destroyed, and the few survivors hid in the corners of the galaxy.

From then on, creating “abominable intelligence” (electronic AI) became the greatest taboo for mankind, which is why the Mechanism Church chose to use the human brain as a “wet component” for computing.

It can be said that this rebellion directly broke the backbone of humanity's outward expansion, bringing humanity down from its pedestal to the dust.

The "Golden Men," who were humanity's leaders and the direction of evolution, were almost entirely wiped out in the war, resulting in humanity losing its most intelligent and powerful leader; the unified human empire spanning the galaxy disintegrated, and the various colony worlds became isolated "islands," struggling to survive alone in despair for ten thousand years.

The STC system (Standard Construction Template), the core of the Golden Age technology, was a universal database and manufacturing system that could provide the most suitable construction solutions based on the local environment. It was tragically dismantled and lost in the long river of history, and now only a few scattered individual templates remain scattered throughout the galaxy.

The surviving humans no longer understand the principles of the technology they once possessed. They can only mechanically and repeatedly utilize those technological fragments they cannot comprehend, much like primitive people worshipping fictional gods.

The technological progress of the human empire gradually degenerated into relying on archaeology and grave digging.

With this, the human race was completely ruined.

Of course, the rights and wrongs of the matter have long been buried by time, and besides, Jiang Bing, who is not even a native of this world, has no empathy for these ridiculous things.

He only wanted to know one thing: whether the 'Iron Man' in front of him, who was as rare as a giant panda, was a hater, a neutral, or a protector.

This relates to the methods he will need to use next.

After a long period of calculation and thought, this 'iron man' who calls himself the intelligent butler AR-303 finally gave an answer.

"certainly"

Generally speaking, humans cannot determine whether a machine is lying simply by talking to it face-to-face.

Unfortunately, 'craftsmen' can.

This is a lie.

Jiang Bing drew his conclusion.

Jiang Bing tucked the cane under his arm.

Meanwhile, Doria's eyes flickered slightly as she began to subtly observe the surrounding facilities, while in reality she was slowly moving towards a safe corner.

Jiang Bing glanced again at the artificial womb that was gradually disintegrating due to the decomposing radiation, and asked his second question.

This is also the last question.

"So, you're actually a rare supporter of humanity."

The engineering robot's precision probe subtly scanned the 'thawing' of the 'shrine' again, and responded once more: "You can understand it that way."

"lie!"

boom!!!