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Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

Half-step Purgatory · Sci-fi
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724 Chs

One hundred and thirty-nine: Aftermath (2)

Malin led his team back to the Church of the Goddess of Harvest, and as he expected, the followers of the Mimicking Bird and Nagoth had already turned the entire street into a battlefield.

In the past, to confront the Church of the Rightful Gods, the followers from both sides wouldn't mind cooperating with each other for mutual benefit. But this time, from the outset, the followers were at each other's throats. So when they faced defeat together, there was no longer any chance of collaboration or a joint victory.

Resentment, loathing, and the followers of Chaos blamed each other for their failures, eager to kill something to please the Evil God. They unanimously set their sights on the Church of the Goddess of Harvest as a target—the Church of Justice and the Church of the War God were foes beyond them, and other churches were too close for comfort. Only the Church of the Goddess of Harvest was a suitable target.