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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
Not enough ratings
733 Chs

Section 182: Intertwined Fate (Part Three)_2

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"No grenades, but we have this." Malin raised his hand, a blazing fireball forming in his palm, and tossed it into the alley.

Two seconds later, flames burst out of the alley, along with screams that didn't sound quite human.

The veteran waited for the fire to pass, then peeked out with the mirror again, "There are still two burning humanoid figures on the ground."

"That's right, I'll lead, Old Soldier, you follow me, and you two watch our back," Malin said, patting them with a psychic shield.

The spell sounded like a protection magic that Malin wasn't good at, but it was actually assistance magic, so the psychic shield Malin gave was very effective. One of the young men immediately felt the difference: "I thought I heard whispering, but as soon as I received your spell, it stopped."

"Good, this is definitely an abode of Chaos, be careful," Malin said as he made his way to an entrance of the ruins along the alley.

"Your Excellency, be careful of the backdraft."