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

In the woods, the straight-line distance of 700 meters and the actual walking distance are two different things. Malin's side had already completed all preparations for the defense line. According to intelligence from the Druid Master and information Jason obtained from satellites, the several thousand-strong Chaos forces were still nearly two hundred meters away.


The good news was the terrain from there to here was quite clear. The light cavalry who drew in the Chaos troops even caused some casualties—they cut across the rear of the Chaos forces, taking down dozens of followers before returning with the enraged Nagoth troops hot on their heels.


The half-giant lad did well, Malin noted as he watched them cross the floating bridge at the narrow beach—the bridge was sturdy, but its range had already been measured, and the cannons on the high platform behind lowered their barrels, ready to blast the bridge and the Chaos forces on it sky-high at any moment.


Section 440: Malin Guyatt (1)