Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 484 - 324: The Endless Night (Part 5)_2

Chapter 484: Chapter 324: The Endless Night (Part 5)_2

Ails nodded vigorously, "Rest assured, a hundred times over."

Then the Bishop casually bestowed a blessing on the young mage, and, amidst the lad’s profuse gratitude, headed towards the door.

Ails watched as the Bishop approached the door, noting his exit just as an undead entering simultaneously caught his gaze—a moment before flaring into self-purified immolation, collapsing into a pile of undead ash that couldn’t be shoveled up.

Taking a deep breath, Ails reminded himself—Ails, don’t be self-satisfied, being friends with Malin is already something you could boast about for a lifetime, and chatting with this person... are you tired of living?

After some self-reflection, Ails was about to leave when he felt a familiar fluctuation from the teleportation gate.

This time Ails nimbly hid behind a pillar, then watched two seemingly ordinary but adorable girls with square ears, hands tucked into the pockets of their fronts, walk out of the teleportation gate.

This was what his senses told Ails, though at that moment, he had already ignited.

Mother of Life, enemy of all Undead, the god of another world’s Prairie Elves—what in the world was happening today.

Struggling, Ails cracked open a vial of Negative Energy potion and had drunk half of it before realizing that its energy was beginning to shift towards Positive Energy.

While combusting, he dumped the Positive Energy potion from his hand and slapped himself with an Icy Claw—a Negative Energy damage that allowed Ails to live a few seconds longer, long enough for the two ladies to leisurely walk out of the teleportation hall.

The young mage tapped Ails with a touch of Negative Energy: "Those ladies usually don’t follow that gentleman."

"I know," Ails, while downing another vial of Negative Energy potion from his Spatial Bag, noticed that the Satar demon at the reception—someone from the Chaos camp, not undead nor chaotic, but still affected—had started to sing a hymn.

These ladies are beyond our handling.

Just then, Ails focused on the movements within the teleportation gate, feeling the familiar pulsation, the frenzied whispers of slaughter, and he conjured a small teleportation portal of his own, diving into it—today didn’t seem a good day for dining out, perhaps he should just go home and eat peaches.

......

"We must retreat, Harold. Today’s noon situation told us that Malin has completely controlled the majority; they are no longer the easily controllable and manipulatable fools from the North," Guda said as he sat at his desk, looking at his companion and rival: "I’m not threatening or intimidating you, but earnestly telling you there’s a problem here."

"What’s the problem? We’ve already succeeded once. Although suppressed by the leaders among the crowd today, we’ve arranged to kill the old man from the guild. As long as he and his companion die, we’ll frame them using the newspapers," was the reply.

"But if those leaders do not die, and if they are investigated? The Church and police department in Carterburg aren’t fools. They will surely suspect something from today’s events, and if something like this happens again, don’t you think they’ll suspect us?"

"Why not try it? The Archbishop ordered us to do so. Now, if you leave, his entire plan fails. Do you think he would let you off, my old rival?"

The argument paused for a moment there, but eventually, Guda, weighing his options, nodded, "Fine, but we must retreat after three days no matter what."

"After three days, we will have tasted victory. By the way, what about the mother and child in the basement?"

"They are fine sacrifices—sacrifice them after three days."

"Good."

In the matter of pleasing evil, they came to an agreement.

"Tell our people to attack the manor in the north again at midnight. That aging man must be killed. He’s surrounded by too many leaders—a shepherd greatly valued by Malin... that false god’s dog, must be killed tonight."

"I’ll arrange for someone," said Harold. At that moment, a noise against the glass made them alertly grab their weapons. Approaching the window, Guda drew back the curtains, and Harold glanced at the sill, laughing somewhat helplessly, "A squirrel, seems starving, did your predecessor tend to it?"

"I don’t know, there’s nothing about this squirrel in his memory," said Guda, pondering as he watched the squirrel tapping at the window: "Perhaps, it’s just an insignificant so-called kind act. Forget it, let it tap."

The moment Guda dropped the curtain, he thought he saw a faint glimmer from the distant lighthouse.

What was that?

With doubt in mind, .82 seconds later, the wooden frame next to the window shattered, a bullet whizzing through, and in Guda’s eyes, it slowly approached Harold, who was turning and had no time to react.

Run! Run! RUN!!!

Guda screamed and roared, but the missile still rotated extremely slowly yet firmly, and eventually landed in Harold’s forehead, creating an eye.

The flow of time resumed. Harold directly fell to the ground with a large hole in his head. Guda quickly dropped to the ground—the gunner was at the lighthouse! Damn, that’s almost five or six hundred meters away from here!

Wait... the gunner was at the lighthouse!

Guda subconsciously turned his head to look at the door.

And saw the door, pushed open by a branch, with a young man pointing a firearm at him.

"Hello, I’m Malin. How should I address you?" He smiled, and Guda’s senses told him that this was an ordinary-looking teenager, with an ordinary appearance, an ordinary smile, walking over ordinarily.

He roared as he got to his feet, intending to pounce and grapple with him, but in the end, he was tied up by the branches.

......

After Malin emptied a magazine into Harold’s corpse, he turned and walked toward the exit. The World Tree Saplings carried the Chaotic Infiltrator and followed their master. Going downstairs, Malin pushed open the door to the basement and took a look inside.

Mrs. Hibion had been severely tortured and was on the verge of mutation.

Her son, the cute Master Hiber in the photo frame, was covered in scars. His eyes were blind, horns were growing on his forehead, and he had become like a wild beast.

·Give them both a peaceful end to their lives.

Lillim sighed, and shortly after completing her sentence, she started to choke up.

·This is the scarring Chaos brings to this world, turning people into living ghosts just because they want to fulfill their so-called beautiful dreams, building happiness on the despair of others... This is Chaos, damn this Chaos.

Clovis let out a sigh.

Malin knew what she wanted to say. She wanted to plead with Malin to shoot the lady and her child because they had lost the possibility of salvation.

In the end, Malin raised his firearm and gave the mother and son their final comfort.

Leaving the mansion, Malin passed through the gate, and as the guards realized what was happening, Lillim and Rewo shot them from across the road.

The motor tricycle driven by Matilda appeared in the snow at this moment.

"Mr. Malin, get in." She said, glanced at the bound Guda, "Let’s return to our fortress and repay this guy with tenfold the pain suffered by that mother and child."

"No." Malin shook his head, then settled into the back of the tricycle, "Someone said, ’Repay kindness tenfold, and avenge wrongs a hundredfold.’ So, tenfold would be too merciful for this gentleman."

Having said that, looking at the Chaotic fixed by the World Tree Saplings at the edge of the back of the tricycle, Malin smiled, "Justice, in showing brutality to evil, is ultimately too merciful."

"We are after all justice, Mr. Malin, we have our limitations." Matilda said as she started the motor tricycle.

Yes, we are after all justice, our brutality shown towards Chaos could never match the pain Chaos has inflicted upon this world.

Thinking this, Malin leaned against the frame.

But at least, we offer death as a gift, bestowing it upon all the gravediggers of this world. That’s enough.

The motor tricycle made a circle. Lillim drove the vehicle, carrying Rewo and Faye as they followed.

The two motor tricycles cut through the snow, and as they took a detour towards the North, Clovis drove the same kind of tricycle, carrying Maya, appearing on the other side of the fork.

An explosion sounded in the distance; it seemed that the two puppets had finally turned the mansion into a huge torch.

The three motor tricycles sped along the deserted streets.

The snow grew heavier.