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

Hearing that support troops had come from the western defensive line, Rhodes and his companions were assigned to the second line of defense, an area with high ground that was not in the most difficult position of the defensive line. Lord Link was not pleased; he led his team forward towards the frontlines and left Rhodes with his cousin behind.


"You guys stay here and pick off high-value targets," he said before leading his team down from the high ground.


Rhodes and his cousin then prepared their guns with long-range scopes. On their first shot after zeroing, Rhodes and Sudel picked a Chaos Sorcerer about four hundred yards away, who was not very tall and hid behind the defensive lines.


Rhodes took the first shot, the bullet was a bit high, clipping the horn on the sorcerer's helmet. While the Chaos Sorcerer was still dazed, Rhodes saw the bullet pierce through his helmet.


Section 539: The Forest is a Cabin Without a Roof (2)