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

This is good, at least after this operation, the logistics team won't have to judge whether these clothes are still fit for use.


After all this, an alarm came from Salis that about two kilometers to the south, a squad of cavalry was approaching, and Salis confirmed they were all armored. Considering this was a Chaos-occupied area, Malin immediately began to retreat—the Northern Kingdom's military had not notified Malin of any cavalry movements, so this cavalry could only be Nagoth's corrupted knights.


This was a genuine troop of Chaos warriors, far stronger than the so-called cavalry that Malin had dispersed at a camp a few days ago, and stronger than the so-called warrior troop that had just been killed once.


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