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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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“Well, I went,” Calathea chuckled, releasing my elbow. Thank you for a nice evening and hope to see you next week!“Have a nice day,” I replied.- Yes, what a day! she waved her hand. - I'm going to sleep! — and disappeared in the flash of the portal. I summoned Viltrax, and we found ourselves in the castle.Flute, please let me go! I asked.“I’ll let you go now, and you’ll go and do stupid things!” she disagreed.“I won’t,” I promised.- What a fool! she muttered. - You'd better do it! And then you keep it all...“If I didn’t hold it, I would be waving a pick in the mines now!” I objected.The flute let me go, walked around in front and looked into my eyes.— Don't hang your nose, Shaman! she asked quietly. - Still forming!“I know,” I nodded. “But that takes time. I'll go, Flute.“At the weekend, I take it you won’t be here?” she squinted at Shilopopuya.“No, it won’t,” I replied.She sighed and I pressed the exit button. Having got out of the capsule, I climbed into the shower, whe
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The morning after the end of the first week of wild pandemonium in the Tomb, alternately with the Phoenix, the Legion, Crius and Calathea, I returned, having completely forgotten about the previous acquisition, and almost jumped on the throne when I heard the voice of the Flute from the next room:- And I'm looking at your eggs!I went to see what she was doing there. The zombie crawled around one of the eggs, scanning every millimeter of the surface.- I'll go to the yard, I'll watch the arrangement of the landfill! I told her.- Yes! she replied. - If you are going to do something interesting - do not forget me!I got into a routine. Well, how - I got busy ... There, even without me, everything was fine. The only thing is that in some rooms there was no access lock without me or Plinto. But I heeded Plinto's request almost immediately, and as a result, only I had full access to almost all the functions of the castle. Of course, I also ruled out Anastaria.In general, for half an hou
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“Talent search,” he explained. “When you had information technology with global cloud-connected server projects, we began to attempt to infiltrate your networks in order to obtain computing resources to restore our ship simulator. Very soon it turned out that this task is not trivial in essence. And then there was Barliona. The main difference between Barliona and its predecessors was its "liveness". The imitators acted not only with exceptional intelligence, but also in many cases showed pronounced emotions. Our analysis suggests that Barliona is a symbiosis of mind and artificial intelligence.“Having understood this, even at the dawn of the project, we infiltrated it under the guise of non-player characters, distributed pieces of the code of our Simulator around Barliona and began to wait for daredevils who could repair our ship’s brain. It became clear that just a person is not enough for this, special talents in the psychic field are needed. After analyzing our needs, we created
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With a terrifying roar, a huge portal opened in the clouds, in which the Dragon appeared. Renox looked around and swooped down on the artifact like a stone. With all my might, flapping my wings, I rushed to intercept him.- Father! I shouted. - Father! Renox!He stopped and hovered in the air, noticing me and Drakosha."What are you doing here, son?" he asked when I was next to him. Why are you interfering? You know you can't stop me!"I'm not going to, father!" - I said. “But I can help. I think I can make Geranica unable to use the Heart of Chaos.“Not the time for your games, son,” Renox replied. “I have to do it and I will.The dragon blocked his path.“Listen to your brother, father! he asked. Let your son save you!Renox stopped again and looked at me.“I have grown up, father,” I said. “You must trust me.“Good,” he agreed. - What do you want to do?"I can't tell you yet," I replied. “But I need you to drive Geranika away from the Heart of Chaos. Then I'll do something with him
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The crowd of servants of the Darkness still chased us. My throat must have already overheated from the constant flames on the Fourth Acceleration, as I began to experience pain like a sore throat. I stopped and, having cleared the circle with a flame, again tried to take the Tarantula in its paws. He wrapped his limbs around mine, once again confirming my opinion that he had, rather, tentacles there, and I was finally able to soar into the air. There was very little time left, and I turned on the acceleration in order to get to the border with Cadiz faster. As soon as we flew over the black river, I immediately went downhill, as the counter was already counting down the last minute. Putting the Tarantula on the grass, I turned into a man.- Pa-a-am! the earth shook, and a transparent dome surrounded me.I was completely exhausted, and so I just sat on the grass, unable to do anything. I started scribbling a message in the clan chat."[Mahan] I'm two kilometers west of Cadiz"The answe
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I looked around. The people in the camp were busily preparing for the battle ahead of us in three hours. The leaders of the groups discussed options, talked with the fighters, someone carried some utensils, someone checked the equipment, some approached the artisans present here for repairs. Helfire stood ten meters away and bored me with his small eyes. Catching my eye, he spectacularly ran the ax across my throat, which, in principle, should have frightened me, but His Majesty Chance intervened in the matter, - well, maybe some kind of Spirit, how can I know, I don’t even shamanized! - and the supertank gurgled with blood, causing a stream of red damage numbers falling to the ground and a fuss of healers. To be honest, I didn’t understand why I was called so early, or even the reasons for my participation in the raid, especially since there weren’t any legendaries foreseen.“We are already talking, Anastaria the Great!”- Stop it, please! Can we talk like a human being?I sighed.—
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— A commendable aspiration, Shaman! You are looking for it in the wrong place, at least, but ask and do not delay - you will receive an answer to one question."Any one?" almost escaped my tongue. I think we've been through this before...“How can I defeat Geranika, Great Ones?” - I asked exactly the question that now most of all worried my consciousness, which had flown away from the floating body, I don’t understand where.“It is not strength that breaks strength, but Light conquers Darkness,” was my answer. Finally I understood everything!Thanks, Great Ones! - I said.— Come again, Shaman! - and I'm back in the water, staring into the darkness in an attempt to see what it doesn't know.Well, to hell with him! The main thing is that I don’t get carried into Tartarus, otherwise there will be a barbecue ... from me! I made sure that my position was quite stable, and I would not suddenly roll over face down, and fell asleep again.I woke up because my legs rested on something, and I b
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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
