Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1057: Section 668: Sudden Change (Part 3)

Chapter 1057: Section 668: Sudden Change (Part 3)

This is a city engulfed in flames, where armed civilians and soldiers are fighting desperately. Malin even spotted a large number of women donning armor—on the eastern side of the recently fought-over street, thousands of soldiers had formed a line and clashed head-on with the Chaos followers driven forward by Chaos itself.

Malin approached the leader of the Bleeder forces while wielding the blessed Chaos sword. The leader first roared but then noticed the sword in Malin’s hand—a sword personally bestowed by Chaos. The Chaos hesitated for a moment, as he couldn’t confirm who had arrived.

That turned out to be his final memory. In the next second, Spiritual Energy ignited the Chaos, who screamed and drew his sword, his completely possessed body turning around to slash his comrades. Thus, the Bleeders descended into internal conflict. Malin passed through, slashing a handful of reckless fools with one strike each, leaving no Bleeder daring enough to challenge him anymore.

Malin walked up behind the commander of the supervising Chaos followers and decapitated him with a single swing of his sword. The already low morale of the Chaos followers immediately plummeted into the abyss with the commander’s death.

Deep in enemy territory, Malin didn’t hold back. Using undead resurrection, he summoned skeletal soldiers from the bodies of Chaos followers. These undead were picky, targeting Chaos followers and tearing into them. Soon, the Chaos followers on this street either fled or were clawed to death by the undead.

Extending a hand, Malin commanded the undead to charge on all fours toward the infighting Bleeding Ghosts—not aiming to kill them all but merely to exhaust the undead entirely.

Then, Malin planned to personally slaughter the lucky survivors.

Thinking about this, Malin turned his attention to the defensive line in front of him—hundreds of shields blocking his path, even though their owners had been replaced multiple times.

A blood-soaked woman stepped forward. Her face bore some Westlander features, her long hair braided into thick plaits hanging over her chest. She had a perfectly rounded figure and spoke a lengthy string of Sydney dialect that Malin couldn’t understand at all.

"Your Sydney dialect is even worse than my shaky Thainan," Malin finally broke the silent riddle.

"Why didn’t you say so earlier." The woman snapped a four-word reply, her tone carrying the coarse inflection typical of the northeastern rust belt.

...What’s with your weird accent?

Malin waved dismissively, cutting off her attempt at gratitude: "Withdraw your troops, and tell me—are there any nearby units in need of rescue?"

"...There shouldn’t be. Our detachment is the only one that managed to retreat from the city gates. Initially, we planned to defend the canal bridge in the Southern District, but these Chaos bastards chased us through the city. Holding here, we’ve already accepted death." The woman, who seemed to be the soldiers’ commander, turned to look at those behind her. "Sir, you’re Legendary. I don’t know where a young man like you came from, and I haven’t heard from the harbor district of any Westlander ships. But I don’t care who you are right now—you’ve saved us once. Could you save the innocents in this city one more time? I know it’s asking a lot; Chaos is everywhere. But I swear, if you help us, my life is yours, young sir!" As she finished speaking, the woman stared at Malin, awaiting his response.

"Are you Thainan people all crazy?" Malin tilted his head and extended a hand. A charging Bleeder slid to his knees at Malin’s feet, conveniently offering his neck to Malin’s grip. With a crunch, the Bleeder crumpled silently to the ground. Flooded with Spiritual Energy, his body was completely annihilated.

"A few days ago, I ran into this foolish girl who said she’d marry me if I helped Thainan." Malin pushed the corpse aside and glanced at the woman.

"I wouldn’t mind marrying you... Though I have someone I like, I’m willing to sacrifice that for the sake of everyone in this city." The braided woman spoke with a sense of righteous determination.

...Forget it. My tastes are simple; I can’t handle someone whose arms are thicker than my waist.

"You’re not my type. I’ll help you guys; no need for extra fees." Malin shook his head, extending a hand again. A Bleeder about to pounce on him fell to his knees behind Malin, offering up a demonic sword. Malin took the sword and ran it across the Bleeder’s neck, casually creating yet another fresh corpse.

Bippo cheered at Malin’s feet. The hexagram on its forehead radiated light because it saw the demonic horns growing on Malin’s own forehead.

"Young sir, you’ve grown horns." The woman remarked.

"I know," Malin said, letting go as the Chaos sword flew from his hand toward the fleeing Bleeders.

Watching them drop to the ground after being slashed, Malin took up the Lord of Justice’s sword. Instantly, the horns turned black, decaying and falling off rapidly. Malin sighed: "So, the saying that cowards die of shame—it’s more or less true."

Having said that, Malin turned to the soldiers: "Why are you still standing around? Lead the way—to that distant bridge!"

Yes, the distant bridge.

Reflecting on this, Malin looked down at Bippo. The little creature held up a hammer forged from Mana, grinning at Malin.

"Drop the horn."

Bippo looked at Malin unhappily.

"I’ll give you a fruit." Malin punned.

Bippo dropped the discarded horn, and Malin handed him a World Tree fruit before picking him up and placing him in the pouch at his

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