Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 71 - 63: Specializing in the Treatment of Stubbornness_2

Chapter 71: Chapter 63: Specializing in the Treatment of Stubbornness_2

"Yes, it has some heft, I like it," Malin really liked this short stick, which looked like an engineering contraption, with very beautiful engravings on the body, "An engineering contraption, it probably wasn’t made by the Church, was it produced by the engineering department of the Adventurers’ Guild?"

"Yes, Mr. Malin, you have great taste," Carmen replied with a smile, pulling a silver-white hammerhead out of the box, "That one you’re holding is the telescopic handle of a warhammer, this is the head."

Malin looked at the screw entrance on the hammerhead and then at the top of the stick in his hand, which had a very concealed interface, "I see, but how does it work?"

Squeeze the end of the stick hard.

Malin squeezed hard, and then saw the short stick in his hand rapidly extend into a long stick; he happily unscrewed the protective head on the stick, joined the handle to the hammerhead, and then squeezed the end of the stick again to revert it to the status of a one-handed hammer, "I’ll use it."

"Inside the abandoned factory are all kinds of Detached Heads and Wraith Spiritual Bodies, aren’t you going to switch to a sword?"

"No need," Malin said, after which he showed the heavy-duty revolving Shotgun hidden at his waist—using 20-gauge ammo, odd numbers loaded with pellets, even ones with Hollow Point Bullets, a five-shot cylinder, plus a heavy trigger that the average person couldn’t pull, and a Divine spread muzzle—All pellets, when passing through this add-on, would temporarily have the effect of Divine Bullets.

Although the muzzle needed recharging daily, it brought down the cost of the ammunition to a minimum.

"That’s a big guy, are you really going to use it?" Looking at the gun with a handle and trigger so pitifully small, Leon was somewhat clumsy, "Can you handle the recoil?"

"Yeah," Malin nodded, "I’ll set off some fireworks for you guys in a bit." Malin patted his chest, signaling that this guy had to witness it later.

"I feel like the bullets from this gun are definitely not a burden I want to catch," Leon said, shaking his head after seeing the five shots sticking out of the gun holster, "The last time I saw you, you were still using a smaller caliber, right?"

"Yeah, not enough power," Malin indicated that in his hands a .44 was just like a pile of toy guns.

"It’s the first time I’ve heard such a review about the .44," said Carmen, who was assembling his double-barreled Shotgun, "there really is no comparison between people," he lamented upon hearing Malin’s words.

Clovis was filling up her belt with various Alchemical Potions when she heard what Malin said, she raised her head to look at him, "Mr. Malin is very formidable."

Leon looked towards Malin, his eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy.

Hiddell glanced towards Malin, his squinted eyes filled with profound meaning.

Carmen as a straight-man followed up the topic, "Little sister Clovis, how do you know Mr. Malin is formidable?"

"He can tell at a glance whether a target is possessed, plus he shoots very accurately and is very strong; I’ve seen him tear apart a different kind with his hands," Clovis said, bashfully smiling, "Dad said I should make friends with Mr. Malin."

Hiddell took a sharp breath toward Malin.

Mr. Leon looked at Malin, visibly stupefied.

"That’s great, we’re now standing in the same trench, facing the same threat, we’re already friends!" Malin laughed and gently patted Clovis’ arm—he was careful with his strength, afraid that too much might shatter the girl’s shoulder.

"Mhm," the Bunny Girl smiled, squinting her eyes adorably.

I shall never eat spicy braised whatever again.

"Since you and Malin are friends, do you want to join our happy sisterhood?" Faye asked, approaching Clovis then.

"Can I?" the Bunny Girl was somewhat surprised.

"Of course," Faye grinned, giving a thumbs up.

Leon glanced at Hiddell beside him, his face filled with an air of despair—why did I take this job, we haven’t even started fighting and I’m already full from dog food.

Hiddell also turned to glance at Leon, his face expressing a desire to weep but without tears—why did I go to Carterburg for my Apprentice certification, am I searching for convenience or am I looking for punishment?

The two men looked at each other wordlessly.

Only Carmen was a bit curious, "Mr. Malin."

Malin, who was handling the ammo, turned his head to look at this big guy, "What’s up?"

"Have you really torn apart a different kind with your hands?"

"Yeah, something like that," Malin said, as he reached behind him, scooped up a head and threw it to the ground, then amid everyone’s screams and warnings, he stomped it into pieces under his foot.

Faye immediately activated the Holy Force Field, and a Wraith Spiritual Body that leaped out of the void, before it could even start screaming, collided head-on with the force field and started to disintegrate under the influence of the Holy Energy.

Malin turned around, pulled out the revolving Shotgun from his waist, and with the first shot, the pellets set two Detached Heads ablaze, igniting from the Holy Energy and crashing quickly to the ground, losing their once endless ’life’.

Switching targets, he shattered another Detached Head that was too close for the Holy Force Field to cover, the Hollow Point Bullet tearing through everything in its flight path.

Faye had hit another Detached Head with her crossbow, half its skull blown away by the bolt, turning its floating trajectory into a disaster. Malin didn’t have time to watch it fly out of bounds as he blasted the third pellet into a Corpse Ghoul emerging from another side of the ruins, which screamed as it tumbled from the top of the debris.

Seeing more Corpse Ghouls climbing over the rubble, Malin directed Clovis, "Clovis, to the ruins, Grease Spell!"