Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1036: Section 659: Madness After the Year 2000 (Part 3)_3

Chapter 1036: Section 659: Madness After the Year 2000 (Part 3)_3

The shrunken Mars was pale as a sheet. His left leg was being yanked by a Great Demon, while his right hand desperately clung to the door handle.

Malin laughed loudly. When the laughter exhausted him, he pulled over a chair and sat to the side.

Time began to flow again. The Great Demon laughed maniacally, yanking Mars harder: "Your so-called ancestor will never come to save you! The True God has only just started reconnecting with this world. This time, we will surely conquer it!"

Meanwhile, the monsters, having finished their feast, finally caught the scent of something new.

They turned around together, grinning grimly, only to be engulfed and burned by the Holy Flame as they wailed.

Malin stood and walked toward the Great Demon.

A moment ago, it had been arrogantly defiant, but now it screeched like a cornered animal, shrinking into the form of a cowering puppy under Malin’s piercing gaze.

The World Tree Sapling in Malin’s hand morphed into a staff, its surface bristling with sharp wooden thorns.

Malin slammed the staff onto the Great Demon’s head. The sacred spikes pierced its skull, and the inflicted damage sent it crumpling to the ground clutching its head.

Malin swung the staff again and again, landing heavy blows on the Great Demon’s head until the Holy Flame of Purification erupted from its shell.

Turning around, Malin looked at Mars. His child was now ascending slowly with a smile, his back facing an unknown Holy Domain where winged figures sounded their trumpets.

Malin scoffed, and the bird-like figures fell like severed kites. He reached out, grabbing Mars’s injured left wrist, pulling his descendant down into his arms.

With a wave of his hand, the Heavenly Kingdom vanished.

Then he turned—Chaos had already been reduced to ash.

In the depths of the hall, a skeletal Lich emerged from a portal: "Salutations, sir. It’s been a while."

"Ails, what nonsense are you talking about? I saw you just two months ago." Malin chuckled as he added, "But fine, you’re right, it *does* feel like it’s been ages."

The skeletal Lich bowed humbly: "I am here, but I know my place. This child calls upon you. He knows you exist, but by the rules, once he awakens, he will completely forget your presence."

Ails’s explanation made Malin nod in understanding: "I see... But if the rules involve me, then I’ll simply make sure this child *doesn’t* forget."

"But you made an oath..." Ails lowered his head.

"I don’t care what ridiculous oaths I made in the past. They don’t matter to me now," Malin declared, slamming a Healing Spell onto the child. His soul, bound within his body, had previously been targeted by the Great Demon for transport to Subspace, where they could twist the boy with ease.

But now, as soon as Malin’s Healing Spell struck, the child awakened like a bear stirring from hibernation, his eyes snapping open.

He scanned his surroundings before finally noticing Malin.

In that moment, the stubborn resolve etched into the child’s face dissolved. Letting himself focus on his wounds, he began to sob softly. Struggling, he knelt before Malin: "I... I still remember you, my ancestor. This isn’t a dream. I did it—I summoned you. And you’ve saved the world once again from Chaos, haven’t you?"

He gazed at Malin.

"That’s right, kid. Now, the issue is, we need to leave—otherwise, the authorities around here will be here any minute." Malin turned to Ails, who smiled and opened his fissure, forming a gateway that appeared before Malin and Mars.

"Let’s go, kid," Malin said, stepping boldly into the portal.