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An hour later, we were perplexedly looking at the fruit of my creations of the 465th level on two short legs, with a powerful torso and the head of a Titan, and instead of arms, warriors Monya and Khryapa from the Phoenix were sticking out to the waist. I rubbed my chin thoughtfully."He's missing something!"- Yes, everything seems to be in order! shouted Zlatan, who managed to completely hide behind the mighty shoulders of the Shamans."He's missing his legs, that's what!" — I again entered the Designer.After adding Plinto, or rather, his legs, our Ulaanbaatar took on a very comical look, not quite corresponding to the 495th level. My Jewelery increased to 255. We started discussing strategy, and Zlatan, realizing that today he would not be attached to Helfire, grew bolder, got out of the flower garden and began to give advice.“I think,” he said, “that the difference in five levels is quite compensated by the superiority in hit points and damage. We need to put mages and shamans o
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Surprisingly, the company turned out to be very nice. We immediately ordered a lot of different dishes, walking, in my opinion, through the entire menu. Shilopopaya and Calathea, who were sitting next to me, took out pieces from my plate in a businesslike way, not forgetting to share what they had; about a dozen dishes simply stood in the center of the table, allowing everyone to pinch off a piece. When some topic common to the whole table subsided, people easily switched to communication with neighbors, some of these private conversations were picked up by neighbors further away, and then completely developed into a general discussion, punctuated by the laughter of the participants. Once again, when Evolett, sitting next to Calathea, began to solve some problems of a global scale with her, and I had fun at the sight of the inflated Zombie, who was carefully looked after by Crius and Plinto on both sides, Shilopopaya decided to start a conversation, long ago, it seems, sitting with an
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“Only his brother can take the place of a husband,” the Emperor suddenly explained.Phew! It's gone! So not me. Whistled literally in the ear ...“Understood,” I nodded. "You want me to find his brother!""Crantius has no other son," he said, and added in a villainous tone, "For now."- What do you mean - for now? I asked, turning pale.Do I need help finding Brother Crantius? And if he does not have a brother, then an uncle? How long will this chain last?“That means Trediol has officially asked your father to adopt you,” the Emperor said. Boom! Like a bull in a slaughterhouse is beaten on the forehead with a sledgehammer, from which he falls lifeless. I had a strong desire to send a stronger Spirit into me, which would send me to rebirth. Or at least curl up in those bushes. “I know that you officially have a spouse, and the traditions of your people - what can I say, and the traditions of Malabar too - are not at all like that. That's why I wanted to consult with you ...— Buns? -
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“Of course,” I replied, kissing the Duchess on the lips and squeezing her ass.Ah, Shaman! She sobbed with happiness, clinging to me.An hour later, she, wrapped in a sheet, sat next to me on the bed, and I tried to rip off this sheet and arrange something like that ...“I was thinking, Mahan,” she slapped my hand, which, having pressed into the fold of the sheet, had already reached something tender, soft, elastic and silky. I have two more twin sisters. Both are also married. And, moreover, both, like me, have no children. So…Oh, Elune! I moaned. Was it just my imagination, or was there really melodious laughter in the air?You have been offered the social task "Three Girls"Bring happiness into the life of Flaffia, Countess of Dorado and Kawaii, Duchess of KaminskaReward: Achievement "Brotherly Help"Opportunity to get the task "The Tireless Quartet"Refusal/Failure Penalty: -1 to Urvalix Bastard Castle LevelIt doesn't seem to matter to me anymore, one Tavia, three Tavias - I al
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— Well, Mahan, what is it? he suddenly wailed. - Well, how do you manage to dig these castles?I didn’t tell him that, in fact, both castles appeared to me thanks to one pretty young lady, whom I first helped to marry, and then ... Then lieutenant Rzhevsky arrived, and then this began!An Evil Gnum fell out of the portal at us. Looking around, he immediately summed it up:"Ah, Mahan?" Did you get a new lock? Are the ashtrays clogged in the old one?“No, no,” I replied with a yawn. We ran out of firewood for heating.- Then yes! said the Evil Gnum. Why didn't you take two? Did I treat you to coffee or not?“Yes, I didn’t know that you needed it too,” I shrugged."Well, what do we have here?" - Eric and the evil Gnum simultaneously rubbed their palms, apparently leafing through the papers sent to me by Sidorov.“It’s simple here,” I said. - I got a level 18 castle with a garrison. At level 20, the garrison will double. At level 24, all fighters will add 50 levels. At level 28, the garri
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“Hic et nunc,” she replied. “At first you disappeared, and completely disappeared, and I was worried…” she gratefully clutched the brought glass of fruit drink, as if restoring mana after a complex spell. - And then this video from you and silence again. You know, when this invitation to the raid came from you, some kind of Tomb did not bother me much ...- But why? I asked the stupidest question I could.- Is there a "why"? she asked me. “Okay, I'll tell you why. Because you are fun and interesting. Because…” She hesitated, trying to find a better explanation. - Because you gave a bunch of flowers to a sad girl at the station ... Well, how can I explain to you ?!“My heart is not free,” I said thoughtfully.“I just need to be there,” she breathed. I nodded.- It is very important to me, Natalie, that you are near.It was not yet dark when she asked me to take her to the hotel. At the entrance to the hotel, she asked to be brought to her room. Then she invited me to take a look at the
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- Need to try! I scratched my head. - There is also some kind of “Indefatigable Quartet” there. What will be given for it is unknown.— Popvobovat? Flute furrowed her brows menacingly.- Exactly! Plinto exclaimed. - There is also "Three Maidens!" In this way, you can definitely get three visits a day!“Three months for ten levels…” I thought. - And Gnum and Eric should help ...- Three months! Shilopopaya rolled her eyes.- You motherfucker! - Flute's eyes jumped out again, and Natalie began to fill out. Something needs to be done with the eyes too! I took out the amulet of communication and activated it:“Gnum, buddy, I’m in Altameda, can you drop by?”- What am I, a grasshopper, to jump around the castles? the amulet replied in an unhappy voice.— Viltraks! I called. — Deliver, please, by the portal of the Evil Gnum.- Will be done! the manager replied.A minute later, the master of all trades himself appeared:“Well, why else are you distracting me from the case?“I had a brilliant
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"Don't tell Plinto!"- Why? she asked.“Because today we still have to go to the Tomb with Ehkiller,” I answered, turning to the exit.She grabbed my hand and turned me around.- Why she? she demanded.- Why not? I shrugged.But you don't love her! she reproached me."Flute," I said, "who are you?"She fell silent and pouted, and I went to gather people on a campaign. We had five days of farming ahead of us. Plinto told me that Anastarii and Barsine had marked out on the map an area around the Tomb where they were forbidden to go. When the Angels removed them, they also took down 10 levels for them, and for a player of the Anastaria level, this was a terrible loss. Now Phoenix would take anyone in raids to the Tomb, but not these two - 10 levels, when you yourself are above 300 - this is a lot of money. The funny thing is that we managed by morning - the path was already beaten, I knew what to do. Plus, I now had an Uber Zombie. In all seriousness. In the line "Race" near my ponytail
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On the first attempt, the cell phone failed to break through the foggy veil of sleep. No matter how hard he tried to dance the tarantella on the bedside table, no matter how he tried to throw his watch, a glass of water, a charger onto the floor with his vibrations, Katya did not wake up. Only slightly trembling eyelashes suggested that sweet oblivion is coming to an end, and you need to wake up and finally turn off this damn phone. Frightened that they would throw him on the floor, the phone fell silent for a minute, but only to voice his presence with new frenzy. Without opening her eyes, Katya reached for the bedside table. -Hello! - No, you're my friend or why! Instead of greeting, they shouted from the tube. It was Sveta and she was a friend. - What are you yelling? You are my friend, my friend, calm down. “Then, if so, why am I the last to know everything?” - I don't know what you should learn first, but I beg you, Light, go to the bathhouse! Let me sleep! I just went to be
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Slowly getting used to the light, Vomit heard heavy footsteps. Someone was heading towards him. Terror gripped the entire body of the great demon prince. He was unarmed and weak in the face of possible danger. Searchlights illuminated only a few meters, but then began the possession of impenetrable darkness.Out of the darkness came a short guy in black robes and a hood, holding a long sword in a sheath in his hands. The eerie aura of darkness that he exuded pierced through Vomit like a thousand blades. He was a demon prince, the greatest genius, but this guy... He crushed him like a bug. However, this intimidating aura seemed to Vomit.. Familiar?- Who are you? Why are you doing this? You do realize it's not just the Bloodrain family that's going to hitch up for me, right? Or were you sent by your father?- Who am i? - The guy whispered, leaning to my very face and I managed to look under the hood.- Fuck my dick...He stepped back a few steps.Yes, that's a good, very good question.
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Loud footsteps cut the silence of the night city.Azrael breathed in the cold, foul air. Moongate was the most ordinary industrial metropolis. Massive crowds, most of which were office rats, glass, concrete, and rebar buildings eighty or more stories high, an advanced subway system, and a terrible stench from defense factories in the east. Alas, the use of magic could not make production more environmentally friendly, as magicians and scientists did not break their heads, their efforts were useless. Moongate has been an open domain since its inception, humans and demons have long since learned to coexist side by side. And not only to coexist, but also to cooperate with each other. The magic possessed by the demons made it possible to raise the standard of living of ordinary citizens of Moongate, technologies, combined with magic made it possible to achieve amazing results in the production of public goods, and almost all the citizens of the infernal city lived comfortably. But still,
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The gang leader screamed in panic and ran wherever his eyes looked, but he could not run far. Azrael sheathed the tati, and in the blink of an eye the criminal lost his legs and fell. Azrael slowly approached him and stepped on his back with his foot. - Well, what are you .. You squeal like a pig. Where is all your confidence and strength? There your friends have already acidified .. What a pity. And we'll have some fun with you ...The gang leader tried to say something, but instead he only began to spit blood. What, you don't like hanging out? Do you even know, mediocrity, how many people's blood is on that sword? Azrael took out the tati again, its blade sparkling in the moonlight. He put it to the bandit's ear. “People like you are not even worthy of human death. You are worse than animals. I must apologize to the pigs for comparing you to them. Azrael cut off the bandit's ear. He screamed wildly, choking on blood. “Tell me what pain is…” Azrael slashed his second ear with his s
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Azrael opened his eyes. He stood in the middle of a wonderful garden. Sakura branches covered the sky, rose petals slowly fell to the ground. Azrael tried to catch one of the petals, but failed. He could feel his body, he could move his limbs, but he could not interact with the world that surrounded him.“Oh no.. Not this… Not again…”Nightmares. They tortured Azrael whenever he closed his eyes.A handsome man of about forty entered the garden. He was dressed in a long gray kimono with large shoulder pads and a conical hat, with two swords at his belt - a katana and a wakizashi. Long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and there was a kind smile on his face, blue eyes shone with warmth and care.- Dad, dad!Following the man into the garden, a boy of about seven, wearing a clean white kimono and a short sword in his belt, ran into the garden.All this seemed terribly familiar to Azrael. And this place, and these people.. As if he was already here.“Did you want to ask somethin
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Azrael stood on the roof of a tall skyscraper, enjoying the view of the starry sky.“Something you’ve been waiting for a long time, I’ve already been waiting for ..” He turned to take steps, a grin appeared on his face, exposing a row of sharp teeth.Opposite him stood a girl in a school uniform, 13-14 years old.- I love places like this. I'll have to thank the master for sending me here. Black as the soul of a killer, the sky with the stars of sorrow framing it. It's just amazing..A sharp sword appeared in the girl's hands, ignited with blue fire. Two faint tears rolled down her cheeks.“What I love about the magical copies created by Nick is because they are endowed with a human mind. Unlike ordinary soulless puppet creatures saturated with magic, you can feel and experience emotions. Just like real people. Having fun with such toys is a real pleasure peak. The way you fight for life.. But still, you lack strength. Magic copies significantly lose combat power compared to the origi
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The message only meant that no one on the planet uses electromagnetic waves to exchange messages, and that's all - but with a high probability there is no civilization here "Increased levels of carbon dioxide Increased nitrogen content Increased content of methane Evolved flora discovered Fauna discovered» Not quite the right atmosphere - it's not scary. At least for Elune, there is no such problem, which means that the atmosphere will be as it should be. Several shot probes reached the surface, and the ship's broadcast flashed with images of the species encountered - a couple of species of herbivores, several predators, a rich set of birds, various fish, reptiles and of course thousands of species of insects ... A complete set, in general - on many planets there is none. Some of them may even be intelligent, but we won't know that until the troops land. In the meantime, we are not convinced of the absence of intelligence on the planet, we cannot touch it ... - How beautiful! Al
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- Sorry, what? I asked when I heard my name."My granddaughter said she loves our glorious new flying tradition," Darius repeated, smiling.“I just noticed that Dima had a great idea,” Atossa objected. - But only.“And I, as the only captain and, accordingly, the admiral of our entire fleet, immediately decided to declare this a tradition,” he chuckled good-naturedly.- Despot! Atossa growled caustically.“Technically, I'm only an admiral,” Darius objected, “and the despot is sitting over there surrounded by his flower garden,” and he bowed his head politely.- A vile slander, - I answered, - I did not tyrannize anyone at all and did not despot ...“If you start arguing, then instead of enjoying the view of Jupiter, you will receive honors from the subjects in turn,” he promised. “And I’m not sure that everyone will agree to kissing only the hand.”I shuddered, suddenly realizing that everyone without exception, both the crew and the passengers, was looking at me. And something bad wa
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“Are we unable to offer them anything?” he asked in bewilderment.“Already offered,” I nodded. - And this proposal can be considered the first contribution to good neighborly relations.Do you mean Barliona? - he asked.“Yes, Barliona,” I confirmed. “Just not quite in the way you understand it."Then tell me," he invited again.“When Elune was locked up in Barliona…” I began, and I noticed how the interlocutor grimaced. Well, yes, I mentioned supernatural powers again. “Sergei, it is high time for you to understand that Elune is indeed a higher being and that she is as real as the world around us. The fact that it was our technology that made it possible to make an incredibly gigantic leap, the results of which amazed even the Ancients, is a matter of pride.“Good, good,” he hastened to agree, already knowing that I was ready to extol my beloved for hours. All loved ones. “You are right, I really should sometimes cast aside the cynicism that has ingrained in the pores of the skin in o
