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Path of the Shaman 93
- 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
Path of the Shaman 94
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
Path of the Shaman 95
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
Path of the Shaman 96
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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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
Path of the Shaman 98
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,
Path of the Shaman 99
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.
Path of the Shaman 100
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