Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

...... "Aaaaah—!" Chaos Believers were screaming everywhere as Malin knocked a charging Chaotic Believer to the ground with a swing of his stick.

They had just entered the small square when they saw Chaos Believers rushing toward them from several directions. Malin immediately ordered his men to set up defenses along the square’s small hedgerows, using Spell Formations to lift the earth, which then turned into solid Stonewalls after petrification. Still, the Chaotics managed to pull them into hand-to-hand combat with sheer numbers.

These Chaos Believers didn’t seem to have any boils, so they were likely followers of the Mimicking Bird, but their insane behavior still caused Malin a lot of trouble.

Firstly, they were trapped here and couldn’t advance an inch despite Malin having his Mages send over two waves of ammunition. But these Chaos Believers fearlessly climbed over the Stonewall to fight desperately with Malin’s group.

Secondly, there was definitely something wrong with these Chaos Believers. Malin had never seen anyone who could withstand the firepower from the walls of the houses on both sides and climb over the wall to fight to the death. Back in the day, even Showa guys didn’t have the guts to face the defenses of lower-class people like this. What, did you say lower-class people had M1919A6s, plus ’Thank You’ buns and Bazookas? Please, I’m throwing out Flame Burst Fireballs like they’re for free, and I can’t control these bastards. Even after seventeen firewalls, they would still burrow through to fight you, indifferent to life and death to the point that they would climb over with a missing leg to bite you.

However, the old City Guards and armed civilians expressed that it was nothing special. They said that Pamir City had also experienced a Chaos invasion once, and those Chaotics from another world were even crazier than the present ones. These believers at least could be dealt with bullets and Spell Formations, while those from the past were immune to Spell Formations, and it really was a struggle for survival for everyone in Pamir City.

"More Chaotics coming up!" As he knocked down those crossing the Stonewall, Malin heard the warning from behind and sighed. After recklessly throwing out Flame Burst Fireballs earlier, Malin’s Spiritual Energy Pool was experiencing the rare phenomenon of an empty load; it wasn’t quite time to fight for his life, and he couldn’t throw out any Spell Formations.

Therefore, the pressure on the front defenses was increasing.

After loading the last few bullets of his Revolver from his ammo pouch, Malin waited for those Chaos Believers to climb over the wall—the wall was a bit too high at one meter forty, providing suitable cover for normal humans. For Malin, it was just darkness on the other side.