Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 89 - Eighty: Fight to the Death (Part Three)

Chapter 89: Chapter Eighty: Fight to the Death (Part Three)

"I can no longer run away," Faye stopped in her tracks, the half-elf girl looking at her perplexed companions, tugging at Maya, she glanced behind: "I want to go be with Malin."

"You must be crazy!" Selena looked at the princess before her, feeling like she had encountered a fool.

"Think about Marsha, when I’m old and dying, I don’t want some kid, whose identity I don’t even know, asking me, ’Grandma, what’s your biggest regret?’ "Faye laughed as she spoke: "Should I tell that child that my biggest regret is not dying alongside the boy I liked the most?"

Then Faye turned towards Maya: "I’m going back, what about you, Maya?"

"Even though father said brother was coming to protect Maya, but... Maya is not a coward!" The little leopard girl opened her mouth with a smile: "I don’t know what Chaos is, but this crossbow will know if their heads are hard enough!"

"Then let us go!" Faye turned around.

"Wait for me!" Clovis suddenly started to walk and caught up.

"Why do you want to come?" Faye gave the Toby rabbit a once-over.

"I... Mr. Malin was the first person of my age to treat me as a companion, my father and mother didn’t want me, only Mr. Malin didn’t treat me like a monster... It’s better to die with companions, than to become a monster and be Purified by someone unknown!" At the end, Clovis’s face flushed red: "My adoptive father will understand me!"

"Let’s go then!"

"Count me in," the little lamb raised her hand.

"And you, why?" Faye felt like something was wrong today, she was sick, and this sickness seemed contagious.

"There are no secrets among nobles, the only difference in my life is whom I will marry, I like Mr. Malin... although he has you, I don’t want to lose this chance, it’s better than ending up in a sad state of not knowing who I’ll have to marry." After saying this, the lamb walked up to Faye: "I may lack in other areas, but as a wife, I won’t lose to anyone."

"Great, you’re all ready to die, so I want to ask, who else?" After Faye finished speaking, she looked at Jessica standing there.

You, this damn werewolf, surely wouldn’t rush into this as well.

"Count me in," Jessica spoke up at this moment.

Faye’s whole elf being wasn’t feeling well—wait a minute, what are you joining for now: "What are you doing here?!"

"As Lillim said, just that I’m older, compared to all of you still uncertain of your future, I’ve already learned of my potential marriage partners," Jessica looked at her comrades: "If not for Mr. Malin’s arrival, I would be attending gatherings with those targets at the beginning of next year, eventually choosing one... or being chosen by one."

Having said this, the werewolf girl sighed with some resignation.

"The oldest among them is already 40, the despair you speak of is a joke in my eyes, what I face is an abyss without end!... So after hearing your words, I understood, what I want... is just a chance to change my fate, now the opportunity is right before me, like the scales of the Goddess of Fate, if you don’t throw yourself onto it, how can you possibly tip the balance of your own fate." After finishing, Jessica walked up to Faye: "I’m the oldest, I’ll lead the charge, any objections?"

"People rushing to their deaths, what objections could I have, let’s go together," Faye turned her head and walked away.

At the same time, she couldn’t help but be moved by Jessica’s words—yes, to change fate, willing to move from life to death, such awareness, deserved her respect.

"Wait for me!" Selena spoke up at that time.

"What are you following for?!" Faye felt like she was going to explode—They were going to find Malin, what did it have to do with you?!

"I, I am going to find Jason! Is it only you who can go after Malin?!" Selena looked at Faye and retorted.

Faye took a deep breath: "Please," then looked at her sister Shela: "What are you doing here?!"

Faye felt like she was on the edge of exploding—Was Malin’s popularity that good?! You just met him and you fell for him?!

"No, I, I want to see Jason..." Shela from the Mischael family blushed.

"Shela!" Now, it was Selena’s turn to explode: "I thought you were a sister to me!"

"I know, but this journey might be a dead-end, I... Faye is right, I don’t want to be a coward who’s too scared to act."

Selena turned to look at Faye, her chilling eyes shimmering with a cold light.

Faye turned her head, avoiding Selena’s gaze, and glanced at her own sister, waving her over—the half-elf girl suddenly felt that her rivals seemed rather adorable.

At least everyone is on the same starting line.

The daughter of the Mowish family has never been one to shy away from a challenge.

...........

When Malin moved behind the tree, using it to block the Magician’s line of sight, he had already noticed the elf, watching the murderer leap onto him, watching the elf forced to prop his firearm against the chaotic arm, watching that dark and lightless dagger seemed to draw ever closer to the elf’s eye socket. Malin gripped his revolver, his left hand sliding a bullet out of the ammo pouch beneath his belt and flicking it upwards. In that instant, he flung open the cylinder, inserted the bullet, and with a swipe of his right hand toward where the elf and assailant were struggling, he pulled the trigger at the exact moment the cylinder snapped back into place.

The bullet flew from the barrel, whizzing past the Wraith who was pulling a longsword out of the third Chaos being’s chest, through the tall grass, and finally made contact with the skull of the shorter Chaos on the right side.

In the eyes of the elf, at that moment, time seemed to slow down. The bullet bored into the Chaos Assassin’s helmet at an incredibly sluggish speed, its gruesome expression on the face froze, the twitch at the corner of its mouth ceased, and then time resumed, as the bullet exited through the other side of the Chaos Skull, lifting the helmet off before disappearing without a trace.

Pushing aside the corpse, the elf got up and saw the small figure blasted away by the Flame Burst, who had tumbled and rolled into a patch of tall grass upon landing.

Raising his firearm, the elf, gritting his teeth, lined up a Chaotic Sorcerer in the sight and pulled the trigger.

The latter, without even having visibility, raised his longsword to block the bullet’s path.

High-level reflexes, a professional skill found only among senior close-combat Professionals, but this time his longsword failed to protect its master— the specially designed anti-magic armor-piercing bullet pierced through the thickest part of the longsword before creating a hole in the forehead of the Chaotic Sorcerer on the right side.

The Sorcerer glanced at the elf before collapsing silently, and his companion immediately turned, hitting the elf with a blast of fire ray.

The burning elf tossed aside his firearm and turned to look at his comrades—the human lad was nowhere to be seen; the half-human lay on the ground, but his head was missing; a Chaotic being, covered in injuries, was slitting the Healer’s throat.

Earning these thousand coins isn’t easy at all.

With this in mind, the elf struggled to approach the Chaos, pulling a grenade from his pocket—the fine gadget procured from the Church of the Goddess of Harvest, the elf had intended to send it to the High Elf’s tech institute via a messenger, but now he had no choice but to use it to perish together with the Chaos before him.

As his finger hooked into the pin, the elf saw a crossbow bolt closing in on the Chaos, its tip replaced by a small block, which struck the Chaos in the head.

The next second, a minor explosion instantly turned the Chaos’s head into a shower of flying fragments.

Then the flames on his own body were extinguished. The elf turned and saw the group of girls who had returned.

The long-lived species, choked by smoke and fire and unable to speak, wanted to laugh, but the muscles of his scorched face were too weak to move.

Truly... foolish Short-lived Species, such blockheaded kids... not even able to cherish their own lives...

The elf collapsed to the ground.

...........

"There’s another Chaotic Sorcerer! This is the best situation!" Jessica pointed towards the Sorcerer as she began to move to the left—charging directly at a Chaotic Sorcerer was the most basic no-no, a rule taught in the most foundational fighter training.

"Spread out! I’ll confront this Sorcerer!" Faye said, glancing over the battlefield, "Maya! Go find Malin!"

"Got it!" Maya quickly skirted past the struggling Wraith—she had been instructed by her foster father to stay as far away from Wraiths as possible until they knew what was happening with it.

She couldn’t smell Malin, but she saw the Chaos killed by the shotgun, judging from the four large bullet holes in its chest; her brother had to be on the left side of the battlefield—starting from there, she was sure not to go wrong.

Selena ran down the hillock and glanced over the battlefield, "I can’t see Jason! I can’t sense him either!"

"Be alert! There might still be Chaos alive!" Clovis said as she moved to the right, revolver in hand—she couldn’t stand with Faye because she didn’t want to give the Chaotic Sorcerer a chance to take them both out in one go.

"I’ll go with Maya to check," Lillim cast two defensive spell formations on Faye and Clovis, then backed down the hillock carrying the healer’s pack.

Faye began trying to counter the Chaotic Sorcerer’s spells, and although the opponent’s spellcasting was fast and she might not manage to counter it, they had the advantage in numbers, and every failure was met with gunfire from Clovis, disrupting the Chaotic Sorcerer’s aim—once the aim was thrown off, the spell formation lost its chance to hit the target, whether it be a projectile or a ray, it wouldn’t correct its trajectory while following the target’s movements.

Jessica reached her position—about 50 yards from the Chaotic Sorcerer, a range too far for close-range spells and too close for long-range ones. If the Chaotic Sorcerer used an appropriate spell to attack her, Faye and Clovis would have enough opportunity to strike back.

If the Chaotic Sorcerer didn’t attack Jessica, then the werewolf girl could use her revolver to interfere with the Sorcerer.

It was the standard procedure of combat.