Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 491 - 330: Separation (Part 3)

Chapter 491: Chapter 330: Separation (Part 3)

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·Someone is making contact with my world through the subspace.

Just when the ritual was about to start in five minutes, Ails whispered a warning to Malin.

"We have guests," Malin said to the kobold paladin beside him.

The latter nodded. This kobold seemed very old, but time appeared unable to inflict any harm on him. Upon hearing Malin’s alert, he nodded, "How many?"

"It’s not clear yet, but at least seven. There might be more."

"I can understand the apprentices of Hoffman, mortals always harbor a fear, but to fall to such depths, yet still thinking about disrupting the ritual, I don’t know what to say."

"What do you mean?" The old paladin asked in Prairie Elvish, Malin’s self-taught mother tongue, so there were no problems with communication. As for his words, Malin was quite curious.

Logically, these apprentices shouldn’t disrupt the ritual after becoming Chaos—for them, the Evil God sealed by Hoffman’s church had nothing to do with them; they had no business being here.

Not to mention disrupting the ritual. Malin truly believed they could be here to kill, but to disrupt the ritual... Even if the Chaos had lost their minds, they shouldn’t have made such a move.

"Hoffman’s apprentices, I’ve heard of them in another world. They are some pitiable and tragic youngsters, seduced by Chaos so as not to become vessels. They believe that by becoming Chaos, they can escape the fate of becoming vessels, yet they didn’t realize that in embracing Chaos, they simply turned their bodies into prisons for their own souls." The old man said, then suddenly looked up, "There’s a touch contacting this world now, it is them."

Malin looked up, seeing only the sky.

Then, in the next second, Malin felt it too—the stench of Chaos.

"Lots of targets. It seems they’ve rounded up quite a crowd. I need the owner of this world to help us intercept them, one-on-one," the old paladin said, turning to look outside the castle. He reached out into the void, and Malin saw Ails burst through the castle wall like a cannonball flying in.

"What about the interception field of the semi-plane?" the kobold paladin asked.

Ails snapped his fingers, and immediately in Malin’s eyes, red dots appeared in the sky, presumably the invading Chaos. Come to think of it, it was quite amusing—was it really okay to come down from such a high place?

No sooner had Malin finished the thought than the Chaos landed—not by jumping down, but appearing directly on the ground as if teleported.

·Intercept them quickly, I’m still pinpointing new targets. How does that old man have so many apprentices?

Ails seemed very busy.

How to intercept — Malin noticed a particularly large figure and felt an instinctive urge to kill. Then, in the next second, he found himself and the large figure in a place that resembled a combat arena.

·Kill it, and you can leave this small semi-plane. Remember to be quick, we have many guests.

Ails’s whisper echoed in Malin’s mind.

The big guy opposite Malin noticed him and smiled savagely while brandishing his weapon, seemingly ready for a good fight with Malin.

Malin stepped to the side, drew his revolver from his waist, and blew the Chaos’s head off with a single shot.

Then the next second, Malin reappeared at the original spot.

It felt like playing a game.

While complaining, Malin noticed he was back in the combat arena, with the previous guy’s corpse still there. This time, a half-human pulled him in, screaming and charging at Malin with an axe in hand.

Malin started loading bullets.

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Fio faced Blood Roar and perfectly split the pig-headed creature into two halves.

After leaving the Combat Arena, Malin pulled the trigger on Chaos, who had just landed and hadn’t reacted. The latter had just stood up, still unsure of where he was when a blessed silver bullet pierced his forehead, and he fell to the ground without any dignity. Then, a Golden Cake popped out of his body with a bang.

Ails, your damned world even comes with soul forging, eh? But it seems you have no way of dealing with beings of the Evil God’s stature.

While sighing, Malin chose a muscled man wearing only underwear, who was even more annoying than the first at two meters tall.

Entering the Combat Arena, the latter laughed out loud, but was shot through the head by Malin before his body could lean back; Malin had already left the Combat Arena.

At that moment, Malin noticed that there seemed to be one less Kobold Paladin.

It seems there has been a casualty, but dying here isn’t too bad, given that Ails can hold onto souls; if they are lucky, they can even be resurrected—in that world, there are resurrection Spell Formations.

Of course, these formations only work over there; the world laws here in Malin’s side are different—souls of people in this world, as long as they are not intercepted by Chaos or undead spell formations, generally return to the River of The End (River of Mana, or River of Souls, different names used by different Churches), and in Malin’s view, the souls of those Paladins in the Golden Prairie prepared by Nameless, they are really gearing up for the final battle.

Time being precious, Malin picked a tall one at random and shot him; as he saw the man tilt his head back, Malin found himself entering the Combat Arena again.

This time, other than the bodies, there was nothing else; without thinking for a second, Malin ordered the Mana to take root in the ground, and in the next second, the invisibly Chaos Half-human was impaled and lifted into the air.

"Lord Malin, please, whatever you do, do not let your Sapling use the rooting ability; I really wouldn’t want my little world to turn into a garden world by evening,"

Ails’s scream came through—it seems that people in the Subspace also had an interest in a garden world, and it appeared to be Ails’s nemesis.

While sighing, Malin reached out and caught the flying axe thrown at him, then tossed it back. As the human Chaos fell backward with a scream, Malin noticed the Chaos who had just taken a bullet to the head reappearing on the spot, holding another of Malin’s kin’s heads in his hands.

You’re the one.

Effortlessly obliterating a Chaos who had just landed, Malin dragged him into the Combat Arena.

"You will be my brand-new trophy!" The armored Chaos said with a cruel smile on his face.

Malin discarded his empty Revolver, and four World Tree Saplings transformed into dual Warhammers before him. As the Chaos charged at him howling, Malin pointed a finger and a pure white beam hit its shell; it staggered as it was set aflame by the holy energy, and Malin, swinging his Warhammer, crushed the Chaos’s head into its chest at that moment.

Then came the second full swing; this time, Malin’s brute force smashed the Chaos into pieces.

After leaving the Combat Arena, Malin saw Anum Lensen holding the Dwarves’ head in his hands.

...You’ve disgraced the Great Demon, Big Beard.

Malin cursed inwardly, preparing to challenge him to a duel when he realized the man had vanished from sight.

Who’s stealing my business?!

Malin turned his head, then discovered that the old Hoffman from the ritual center was gone.

Gone?

He’s gone!