Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

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Taking a drag on his cigarette, the Chief Commissar of the 17th Guard Infantry Division stood in the trenches, unable to see the distant scenery through the thin morning mist. However, after last night’s night battle, the bodies of Chaos littered the entire frontline. The stacks of corpses even made cleanup extremely difficult, so much so that even as the Chief Commissar, he could not make the soldiers, who had fought all through the night, move the bodies of Chaos.

But there was no need to worry about anything. Engma’s Paladins had already purified the land, and the cold weather prevented the bodies of Chaos from decaying too quickly—an essential factor. If it were summer, and if the bodies were not dealt with swiftly, the whole combat zone would likely turn into an epidemic area soon enough.

The wooden door to the cabin behind him opened, and the Commissar turned his head to look. His division’s commander had come out, "Has the third lie detection passed?"

"It has passed. The boy has passed the lie detection carrying out by Engma’s Paladin, the Divine Envoy of the Lord of Suffering, and our field Priests three times in a row. He said that last night he saw the flash of a gun barrel, and he fired at that position. It was certainly a credible shot."

"So, the kid killed the former White Death of the Fourth Guard Infantry Division, now the Crimson Reaper?"

"Correct, it should be him who killed him. This reminds me of that very famous saying."

"Hitting your mark is less important than the enemy catching the bullet," the Commissar said, taking another drag of his cigarette, a long draw—The Crimson Reaper was a very dangerous opponent. He was the Chief Sharpshooter of the Fourth Guard Infantry Division, the White Death, with a record of seven hundred and seventy-four kills.

Three years ago, when the Fourth Guard Infantry Division was surrounded by the Chaos Legion, he, like most soldiers, couldn’t evacuate the encirclement. Then, after three months, he was transformed into Chaos and appeared on the opposite side of the Sydney Union. In these three years, the Crimson Reaper had killed at least six hundred people, most of whom were officers on the front lines. This did not even include the missing patrol teams and sharpshooter groups.

But today, after the morning battle ended and during the cleanup of the battlefield, soldiers found his ugly corpse.

The bullet had entered through his right eye and blown away a large portion of the back of his skull; the Crimson Reaper died at his shooting position.