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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 · Romance
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Chapter 137: Boiling Point (IX)_2

The news from the rear was a mix of good and bad.

The good news was that the team protecting the children had stopped in the Central District; the area was now swarming with Chaotic Believers who had fled from the south of the city, featuring Mimicking Birds and fat corpses. The two sides were fighting fiercely, completely oblivious to the living team hiding nearby.

The bad news was that The Temple District was also under attack, and the Mage confirmed that believers from two sects were passionately slaughtering each other in front of the Harvest Church, intent on being the last one standing.

So, Malin proposed that he should return to the Church first to assist with its defense.

"Go ahead." Constance and old Hoffman discussed it briefly and agreed to Malin's request.

They also gave Malin two squads of Punishers and handed over the Orc Assault Team to him.