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Sirian aimed at the hard cocoon, pulled the trigger, and a soul marrow bullet struck it, igniting a massive conflagration. In the firelight, a blurry shadow emerged. Haven stomped, and the surging wind easily extinguished the flames. "Friend, you don't look to be in good shape." Haven remained silent in the face of Sirian's taunt. After this series of explosions and impacts, his armor was riddled with cracks and gaps, as if it would completely crumble at any…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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Deep within the Beacon Lighthouse, in the complex network of pipes. Dailin wore a gas mask, his voice muffled through the thick filter. “Is this it?” Bruce, illuminated by the dim yellow light overhead, carefully deciphered the rust-covered sign. “Pretty much, this is the place.” As he spoke, he lightly tapped the pipe casing with his front paw, the dull thud echoing in the confined space. Bruce inspected the pipes up and down. “This connects to the rivers on the…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Gunshots echoed, and bullets disintegrated into fragments under the boiling sword. Sirian hung in mid-air, motionless after swinging his sword, his six Fierywhite eyes fixed on Tania, as if he had seen something captivating. "What's wrong?" Tania noticed Sirian's abnormality and, in response to his earlier trash talk, said, "Am I too beautiful, have I charmed you?" "Of course." Sirian's tone carried an irrepressible smile and delight. "As long as you're willing…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The scorching soul marrow fire washed over the Knight's armor, burning away the mycelia on it, but in a flash, they grew back, sprouting mushrooms with splayed spore stalks, looking exactly like blooming flowers. The Knight advanced steadily, and the green mist spread with him. “Finally, a proper opponent has arrived.” Sirian still maintained his arrogant posture, but the expression beneath his mask had long since turned serious. Unlike the useless trash he had killed before, this…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Piercing alarms echoed through the Vertical Farm, and urged on by the shrieking, vast swathes of fungal colonies stirred restlessly, baring their fangs and claws. Sirian opened the backpack he carried and pulled out a heavy explosive. This was something Sirian had commissioned Bruce to make—a perfect creation mixed with high explosives, soul marrow, steel pellets, iron fragments, and other dangerous materials. Sirian affectionately called it a…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Compared to the fanaticism of other Chaos Followers, Te’en’s faith was not devout. Te’en rarely wasted time praying, feeling that even if he prostrated and murmured day and night, the supreme being would not cast any glance upon him. He also rarely participated in the gatherings of other Chaos Followers. This not only wasted time but also energy, and in a dangerous place like the dark alley, if the City Guard Bureau attacked, he might die there. And so it was. Almost all…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Tania lay naked on the bed, staring up at the dimness above. As a Chaos Follower, Tania had always detested sunlight; it suppressed the chaotic power within her, scorching her skin and roasting her flesh. But ultimately, Tania was a Star Gazer from the Path of Destiny, not a pure Spawn of Evil. No matter how much she loathed sunlight, the human part of her heart always held a longing for bright, clear days. Moreover, ever since Tania returned to Heer…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Before night had fully covered the sky, Heer City's Beacon Lighthouse lit up ahead of schedule. Tons of soul marrow were fed into the combustion furnace, and through the repeated refraction of the beacon array, it transformed into a rising artificial sun, pushing back the encroaching gray mist beyond the high walls. From the murky night sky came a series of whimpering cries, as if flocks of strange birds were passing overhead. Immediately after, scorching explosions sounded in…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Dailin was a very strange person. You could say Dailin wasn't very accepting, as he easily imagined Sirian's identity in all sorts of strange ways. Yet, you could also say he was very accepting, because the moment Bruce spoke, he was so startled it was as if a swarm of cockroaches had crawled up his pants. If Sirian hadn't stopped Dailin in time, Dailin would have nearly punched Bruce in the head, further relieving its cranial…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Dailin couldn't quite grasp Sirian's series of morbid statements, but he was certain that Sirian was willing to fight The Formless One. This was good news. Sirian downed the last of the milk from the carton and asked, “Is Valerie’s regression in mental state also related to The Formless One?” “Most likely,” Dailin explained, “Every time we make progress in our operations against the Evil Claws, similar accidents occur, and all leads are cleanly…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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