Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 178 - 133: Boiling Point (V)_2

Chapter 178: Chapter 133: Boiling Point (V)_2

"Aaaaah—!" Chaos Believers were screaming everywhere as Malin knocked a charging Chaotic Believer to the ground with a swing of his stick.

They had just entered the small square when they saw Chaos Believers rushing toward them from several directions. Malin immediately ordered his men to set up defenses along the square’s small hedgerows, using Spell Formations to lift the earth, which then turned into solid Stonewalls after petrification. Still, the Chaotics managed to pull them into hand-to-hand combat with sheer numbers.

These Chaos Believers didn’t seem to have any boils, so they were likely followers of the Mimicking Bird, but their insane behavior still caused Malin a lot of trouble.

Firstly, they were trapped here and couldn’t advance an inch despite Malin having his Mages send over two waves of ammunition. But these Chaos Believers fearlessly climbed over the Stonewall to fight desperately with Malin’s group.

Secondly, there was definitely something wrong with these Chaos Believers. Malin had never seen anyone who could withstand the firepower from the walls of the houses on both sides and climb over the wall to fight to the death. Back in the day, even Showa guys didn’t have the guts to face the defenses of lower-class people like this. What, did you say lower-class people had M1919A6s, plus ’Thank You’ buns and Bazookas? Please, I’m throwing out Flame Burst Fireballs like they’re for free, and I can’t control these bastards. Even after seventeen firewalls, they would still burrow through to fight you, indifferent to life and death to the point that they would climb over with a missing leg to bite you.

However, the old City Guards and armed civilians expressed that it was nothing special. They said that Pamir City had also experienced a Chaos invasion once, and those Chaotics from another world were even crazier than the present ones. These believers at least could be dealt with bullets and Spell Formations, while those from the past were immune to Spell Formations, and it really was a struggle for survival for everyone in Pamir City.

"More Chaotics coming up!" As he knocked down those crossing the Stonewall, Malin heard the warning from behind and sighed. After recklessly throwing out Flame Burst Fireballs earlier, Malin’s Spiritual Energy Pool was experiencing the rare phenomenon of an empty load; it wasn’t quite time to fight for his life, and he couldn’t throw out any Spell Formations.

Therefore, the pressure on the front defenses was increasing.

After loading the last few bullets of his Revolver from his ammo pouch, Malin waited for those Chaos Believers to climb over the wall—the wall was a bit too high at one meter forty, providing suitable cover for normal humans. For Malin, it was just darkness on the other side.

While Malin was waiting for the Chaotics to breach the wall, he suddenly heard a surprised scream from a big guy at the front.

Then Malin also saw a huge Chaos entity appear on the square.

It was nothing like those Chaos Believers; clad in heavy armor, its shoulder guards hung with a variety of pierced and punctured skulls, painted in blood-like crimson, it was swinging its Longsword.

Pushing through the crowd, Malin climbed onto the Stonewall and saw the large figure slaughtering the Chaos Believers.

"Looks like a Great Demon of Cruelty," said a well-informed elder to Malin.

Malin nodded, thinking that for this Cruelty Great Demon, killing some disposable followers of the Mimicking Bird was as simple as warming up.

So he watched with the City Guards and armed citizens as the Great Demon chopped down all that needed chopping. When Malin saw him turn his head looking over, he thought, truly befitting of Chaos, he knew these moves too well— stabilize the inside first, physically solving the internal problems of Chaos before thinking of other matters.

Then everyone watched as the Great Demon reached into his waist pouch, and then raised his head to look this way, "Who is Malin."

Everyone looked at Malin, who felt a bit embarrassed and raised his hand, "I’m here."

"My master asked me to bring you these two items," he said, retrieving a small box and a massive axe, taller than Malin himself, from the large box on his back.

He walked over and handed the two items to Malin, "Malin, my master welcomes you to join us anytime, anywhere. He has said that you would be his most beloved chosen champion!"

After that, the Great Demon backed away and jumped into the teleportation circle without looking back.

A captain of the City Watch pushed through the crowd and came over. He glanced at Malin, "Was that guy delivering items for his master?" He was very clear about what the Great Demon had said—it was obvious even to an idiot that without Malin, they wouldn’t have been able to come this far.

"Yes," Malin scratched his face and then opened the box—gifts were something he wouldn’t dare touch if they were sent by any of the other three Evil Gods.

If the box was from Sinspawn, Malin would have to consider the possibility of something terrible that couldn’t be described jumping out upon opening.

If the box was from the fat corpse, Malin would have to worry whether opening it would release a blast of extremely poisonous mist that would turn anyone who came into contact with it into a boil-covered monstrosity.

If this box belongs to a Mimicking Bird, then opening it would require even more courage—who knows what terrifying thing could be inside.

But there’s no need for terror, opening a thing sent by that fellow doesn’t require Malin to fear anything, at worst it’s just some unfortunate soul’s head.

And yet, the box seems too small to fit a head.

As soon as the lid of the box was opened, Malin saw a tiny creature poke its head out.

...With its small stature, roughly 30 centimeters tall, brown skin, big eyes, an orc-like protruding mouth, and a tuft of white baby hair hanging back, it was endearingly clumsy. Seeing Malin, the little thing smiled and nodded its head, and its long ears on either side of its body began to shake.

It was fluffy all over, looking very much like a doll.

"Beep—" it called out, then climbed out of the box.

Malin thought for a moment and plucked a fruit from the small branch—if such a sacred fruit was safe for it to eat, then there was no problem with the little thing, but if it ate the fruit and died... well, then it would just be dead.

Malin couldn’t risk keeping an unknown creature around, especially if it posed a threat to the girls.

The little thing ate the fruit in just two bites, without the anticipated agony of a belly sliced by a knife. It beeped twice more, looking as if it was asking Malin for more food.

So Malin gave it another fruit, and the little thing eagerly ate it, then lifted its head and smiled.

Malin had the feeling that Milani’s greatest enemy had just appeared.

"Mr. Malin, what did you feed it?" an armored citizen representative came over, a retired Punisher from the Church of the War God. Despite the distance, he had smelled the divine Spiritual Energy within the fruit.

"Fruits from a World Tree Sapling given to me by the God of Justice," Malin indicated the small branch in his hand.

The small branch promptly grew another fruit, and the little thing, seeing the fruit, immediately stood up, approached Malin, and began to chirp, holding up its little hands above its head as though begging for the fruit.

So Malin plucked the fruit and placed it into the little thing’s hands, and the latter excitedly bit into it, eating happily.

The armored citizen nodded at the sight—the little thing being able to consume the fruit without issue was evidence enough for him, who, as a former Church member, certainly knew Chaos creatures wouldn’t survive eating fruit condensed from a World Tree Sapling; such a fruit would be poison to them.

Since the little thing was not an issue, Malin then turned his attention to the axe, where some fearless City Guards were already trying to lift it. Three hefty men managed to lift it, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t raise it above their heads.

"Sir, this appears to be a weapon of old-era orcs, we can’t confirm whose weapon it was, but it will definitely be a fine thing, as Chaos hasn’t desecrated it," the captain of the City Guard said to Malin.

Malin walked over, reached out, and grabbed the handle of the axe. It was as if he could hear the rage and unwillingness within it.

He patted the handle.

"From today onward, I am your master, and I will sate you with the blood of Chaos," he said.

As he finished his words, Malin grasped the handle and slung the axe over his shoulder.

The Stonewall turned to mud and then parted in front of Malin.

"Forward!" Malin yelled, "Let’s end this together!"

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