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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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714 Chs

Section 177: Your Name (Part Three)_4

"Why has the city gate been closed!" The carriage driver asked Malin.

"Find a place to hide!" Malin replied as he controlled his horse to gallop past.

Stopping the horse below the signal, Malin dismounted and looked around, finally fixing his gaze on a small alley by the street. "Who's there?" In the darkness, Malin detected the fluctuation of life that only the living possessed; it was fearful, it was anxious, it even dared not come out.

Hearing a sound from behind, Malin turned his head and saw a Drownghoul squirming out of an alley that resembled a mud pit.

Extracting an axe from his bag, Malin skewered it with a World Tree Sapling and tossed it onto the ground: "Kill that spirit."

The combination of Blood Roar and the World Tree Sapling sprouted multiple feet, swiftly charging at the Drownghoul and then cutting it in two with an axe.

The bisected Drownghoul hadn't died, but in the next second, Blood Roar split its head open.