Half-step Purgatory

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.
Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?
Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.
Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.
And the madness.

Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"Sir, the defense line ahead is full of Nagoth Chaos, our people simply can't hold them off!" A soldier from Duke Brice's trenches, who had fled back from the left side, brought Malin some bad news—there were too many Chaos creatures. The right side benefitted from the care of machine guns and artillery, but the left could only rely on the soldiers themselves. The Nagoth Beastmen had finally filled up those two trenches and then charged in.


"Send down a platoon! Switch to shotguns!" Malin shouted to his own men above on the platform.


Quickly, soldiers from Malin's Factory Guard climbed over the parapet and jumped down.


"Mr. Malin, we've arrived." The leader was Malin's acquaintance—Tuojin Biscay, a young man who had performed outstandingly in the previous fight against the Black Orcs and had received a reward directly from Malin's hands.


Section 441: Malin Guyatt (2)