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- This is some nonsense. I complained out loud. — I understand everything, virtual worlds, dreams and all that. But this is no longer in any gate climbs.The sofa creaked behind me, and the sleepy Rose got up and came up to me.- What happened? she asked softly.- Yes, this Spider ... - I waved my hand. - It would take a long time to explain this.- That is OK. You will understand everything, I believe in you.The girl hugged me. She was warm, soft and smelled like her famous flower namesake - a little tart, a little sweet - and the figure that was felt through the pastel-blue nightgown beckoned so that it became obvious: in the course of the service, we would definitely not go to the Palace for children. We'll handle it ourselves.- Go tales. she called. - You are always ... On this chair of yours.“Let’s go…” I grumbled, calming down.Everything is fine, fine... And then I was pierced by an icy lightning!"What the hell?! Is Rose at my house? In her pajamas? Okay, that can be explai
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- I see. Thanks. I sighed.- You come in, if that. The Guardian responded kindly. You know you're always welcome here.“Of course, buddy. I nodded. - Of course.And, without any hesitation, clicked on the download. Yes, the risk of running into another backache through a bunch of obstacles always remains, and it is not in the least illusory, but it seems that you will have to act from the inside.- Daily! - Immediately, Froze's bass rumbled just above the ear. - Don't sleep!- No way! - I reported. - There were no incidents during the service!I see that you are not sleeping. Fros winked. - No more desire to skip theoretical classes?- Yes sir! I barked, faithfully devouring the face of the authorities with my eyes. - Or rather, not at all. I wanted to say…— At ease, cadet. You can go.“But…” I looked around in confusion. But what about the post? A person should always stand at the post, the charter orders!- You will lock the premises of the company with a key, hand over the key to
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The mighty figure of a giant familiar to me, who, it seemed, was not able to take any adversity, staggered, Antey leaned his paw on the ring of the breakdown installation. It shook him hard - I remember that even with a breakdown it didn’t blind him and couldn’t put him out of action, but here - look ...Fei froze, her mouth open, and obviously not understanding what to do. Early, early, she was promoted up the ranks - she is a good technician and an excellent shooter, but in terms of service, she is up to the same Froze as to the moon. The medic himself, showing enviable composure in full measure with his call sign, immediately leaned over to the intercom and dropped a few words there.- Don't sleep, Fei! - This is for us.Antey was already supported from both sides by Thoth and Stein, and almost a couple of seconds later, a powerful power door without internal handles swung open, and two young men with a stretcher flew into the knot.- Hey, more tender, fanatics! - Antaeus was indig
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Suddenly, the door behind Thoth barely perceptibly opened, and he, without looking, reached back and slammed it back with force. Everyone flinched at the sharp sound, tensed up.“Well, they hung their noses, boys and girls,” the giant laughed good-naturedly. “I came even though I was under fire. So, they can be successfully dealt with. Even win.- That's good. Faye muttered. - Interrogate at least one, or at least examine the corpse. But if they all have a spatial lasso ...“Fortunately, Uncle Antey was a prisoner of the Conquista for too long to understand the advantages of its technologies. - Frowning, the big man, he reached into his breast pocket and got out an ugly spiked ball, something like a plum - with the same longitudinal groove along the long meridian. I even took a few things with me, just in case.- Yes, you go. Fay gasped.- This is, - And this is Fros.— Argon. I snapped, and everyone was staring in my direction again.Yes, the boy will still have to be interrogated. F
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Askolta, or as my new people called it, Askorta, has not changed since my last visit. This is always the case with medieval cities, they can stand for millennia, only growing a little by the periphery - and that’s not a fact if it suddenly turns out that the enemy is strong and able to quickly get close to the walls. In this case, the city, once rebuilt, freezes in eternal stone for many millennia. And I don’t know if there are any enemies near the port city, climbing to the sea along a slope that abruptly breaks off at the very water, but here everything was as I remembered - they removed a few dented guards, took away the corpses, replaced the gate that the avatar knocked out Warcraft and continued to live on.There was something new in the air, though. A sort of anxious expectation of some kind of change. Perhaps the city will be wiped off the face of the earth and rebuilt like Moscow, perhaps the world will see the second coming of the old bloody gods. But the guardsmen at the gat
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Sorry, nervous. But specifically for this blue-eyed bastard, I have a counter from the last character. We exhale smoothly, relax our hands reaching for the weapon and pretend that nothing is happening.“And who told you that you are a saint, cudgel?” With ecstatic horror I heard my own voice. - Isn't it your dead god?“What am I doing?!” His mind wavered. “He’s going to chop me up for a salad and he’ll be completely right!”No, I understood the logic of Mekon's behavior. We have already encountered the paladins of Khaang - all touchy, like small children. More importantly, constantly training their abilities along with sword fighting, clubs and who knows what else, they primarily react by being able to reach the enemy from afar. Should, anyway.And if now the paladin's eyes light up, then that cloud that is eager for Palov's flesh will immediately appear in his soul and dine with him. Problem solved, account closed.But Master Rick was not easy.- Wow. He remarked as he thoughtfully d
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I glanced at the Asian in bewilderment. Well, or what is it called here? The entire western Habitat was predominantly inhabited by people of Caucasian appearance, with the exception of only red-skinned slaves, therefore, she arrived from somewhere in the eastern part of the mainland, as is the case in my native reality.- And why should I? I drawled. So far, I've managed on my own!- Yes Yes. Gary nodded, and Zhdan chuckled. “That's why we had to pull your impudent personality out of the problems where you dragged yourself into.- OK OK! I already realized that I owe you. That is, you insist!- Not. Zhdan shrugged indifferently.- Yes! Gary snapped.- When there is no agreement among comrades ...“Listen, at home I learned something useful in battle, so I not only know how to swing knives, but I will inspire, and fly up if something happens. I will not become a useless burden on the journey."I am a buffer and a healer" - I easily translated into the game language. Well, for a fool wi
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- Let's admit it. What about you? The curve of the English sideburns, in line with the moustache, moved skeptically.— Ship to Exodus.— Exoda? The captain laughed. “Milaha, it’s a problem to get to Pearl, and you’ve swung at the wrong place — across the ocean.- What's the problem? Do you have friends who go across the ocean?- Were. - The gray-haired man grew gloomy. - Everyone left. You, dear, now you will not find suicides either in Kintun Ga, or in Ichilna, or in the whole Mixtli. He waved the pewter mug, and its contents spilled onto the dirty boards of the dock. - Although Erebus and Nyukta are witnesses - I have not met more desperate skips than in Perl. Come home, honey.— Pearl. - Gary snarled and moved away from the gray-haired.- Something is wrong?- I would have followed the news - I would have known what was wrong. she quipped. - Fanatics have appeared there. Butchers - catch sailors and cut them alive for the glory of the bloody gods. And even if the local skippers sen
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And then ... Everything went - as it went. And may there always remain worlds where people are lonely, where it is dark, and icteric palms of maples fall from the sky. One day Avdeyka and his mother... Aunt? The devil will break his leg in their difficult relationship. One way or another, they will definitely get there. Maybe one day they will get to the chair where my reader is bent from loneliness. Who knows, the universe is merciful and loves its children. But it is not exactly. But it is known: today the very first seven testers-gods got up from sleep. Eduardo, Shelly, Alexey, Umbra, Erebus and Nyukta, Selina. Alive, absolutely. Skinny, of course, like a spring rook, but quite sane. Shelly even tried to pick up her son from the distributor, but she was quickly explained that he would definitely be better there. Astrix also did not go away, although he got out from under the dropper. From time to time he walks into other people's dreams, treats him to strange drinks and cigare
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Rob, hurry up! Astrix's voice called. We won't be able to hold him back for long!The scarlet bloody whip in the air was overwhelmed by several multi-colored energy flows at once, trembling with tension. The thaumaturge, gaping, stopped bombarding me with new spells for a change and stared at the doomsday reigning in the sky.Who are you boy? Why did you decide that to treat you the same way as everyone else is the greatest injustice? Where did the thoughts in your head come from that people should be connected by feelings and affections, and not by common interests?I understood what all this battle was about, what the road had led to until now. The boy remained alone all his life, believing that he was just very unlucky, and that somewhere there must be friendly hands, a warm smile and hope for tomorrow - you just need to look properly. About the fact that the world is dying of loneliness, he learned much later, becoming much older.A world that didn't need a boy. A world that aband
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- Un-life. Why don't you rein in your robbers then? - I almost believed it. Nearly. “The corruption is preparing for a massive raid on the lands of the living, which means…- I know. But I'm still an avatar, my abilities are limited. And I can't go anywhere from here. To become a goddess in the fullest sense of the word, I need...— Believers! I slapped my forehead. - Well, of course. Followers, believers, own church.“We can start with the first knights. So... How do you look... - She blushed, looked away. - Well…“Become one of those ugly strategists?— Rob! You are to blame for their appearance! You can look whatever you want!- Nevermind. But you yourself understand - there is some complexity. If I'm next to you on Limbo right now, it most likely means that I'm dead. And a corpse cannot be turned corrupted. An undead connecting rod - you can, but not with Filth.- It's true. But something has changed.- Yes?“You see, two people from the same account came into this world. And one
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"I look into my eyes ... I'll touch my lips. And what to say when I'm gone?" - Asked guitar picks over the black Icelandic beach, and the night was surprisingly warm, not at all suitable for November in the northern latitudes of Limbo.Night again, beach again. Another terrible headache.“Rob, Rob…” Nervous, sensitive fingers stroked my head. “You never get used to the fact that the body is a weapon. Relaxed, believed in the brothers on opposite sides of the barricades. That's what I got. Did you get it?- I cant. I complained without opening my eyes. - I'm tired. Why do they keep killing me? We almost agreed, almost resolved the issue.“We haven’t decided, stupid Robushka. And they couldn't. Understand that from the point of view of Warcraft, it is he who overcomes fifty years of captivity, cut off from his loved one, overcomes obstacle after obstacle, trying to reunite the family. Or at least avenge their deaths. And when he wins, there will be a happy epilogue and everyone will be
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He dissapeared."Spider, come on!" I pleaded.A silent prayer burst out of my chest and spread throughout the Oikumene, and when there was no space between me and the fury of the avenging god, a huge black sword, literally a millimeter above my head, was stopped by a blade of sand.“You should look for an opponent in size,” Astrix smiled white-toothed.So you helped him. Ware said slowly. "It's good that both of you are here!"- And what will you do? Ban me too?- Not.Ware waved his hand, and the glow of the font parted, releasing the already familiar crystal, which contained the powers of the defeated gods. Only this one was much larger, and not empty. Zhdan froze inside him with his mouth wide open from a tearing cry!- Oh, you're a creature. Spider said softly. “You do understand that after this you won’t leave here with your own feet?”- Don't care. I don't care at all! I will kill you both!The clapping of his hands fanned the blood around him, and the magician's body seemed to
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Closed tightly, I almost completely stopped relying on the light, leaving only my new outlandish vision. It gave the picture with spots, intersecting lines, but the brain quickly adjusted itself, and from the flickering in front of the inner gaze, it independently completed a completely three-dimensional picture of the environment. The steps underfoot seemed new, almost untrodden, although the temple itself is definitely more than two thousand years old...However, this is logical. Only a couple of dozen people have walked this road. The senior pantheon came to the Font when it was still an ordinary cave in the mountain, and, of course, no staircase had yet been built. So consider it an untrodden path.Turn after turn, the levels went past - the sacrificial altar, administrative premises, the household unit, the barracks ... Soon, according to the sensations, the ground level also passed. This was told to me by my vision, since nothing has changed in all other parameters. There were n
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The Christmas tree backed away, and I, sinfully squeezing past it in half, stared thoughtfully at my avatar. A savage Amri, a slave by birth, a pacifist by conviction - it was necessary to manage, in such and such a world, to get a lowered pain threshold! Laughter and sin, in general, are obviously cannon fodder, which usually does not survive even the first serious battle.But they survived. And they didn't even get scars. Unless, of course, do not count those inside. And, of course, a snowflake peeking out from under the undergarments. But this is not a scar, but rather a protective mark. Okay, good time to pull, it is already in short supply.- Hey, get up! I called.The spider said something about the reunion of soul and body. But damn, how to implement it? God somehow forgot to mention the technical details - either he really didn’t know, or for him such tricks are so in the order of things that they are not worth clarifying.No answer. Of course."Get up, motherfucker!" I shook
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- What?! I barked. - What nonsense! Xolotl is alive, I personally...- Killed her? Astrix raised an eyebrow. “Finished off what little was left of her?”But you are all alive. You, Ware, other scumbags. What happened to Shelly?- She was already unstable at the time of digitization because of the child, you understand? One and a half consciousness, working out of tune. Technique then simply did not provide for such a situation ... And now, you yourself understand. Pregnancy is a vanishingly rare phenomenon these days.“But she gave birth in those two thousand years.- Both in real life and in virtual, yes. But in real life, the process of childbirth is simply the separation of one from the other without any sacrifice on the part of the psychostructure. In the virtual, everything turned out a little differently.And who did she give birth to? Gary?The spider chuckled.- Does not give you a dream of rest, I see. No, not Gary. Who cares. The main thing is that the rejection mechanism at
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Agnis exhaled convulsively again, but said nothing.— In general, it all started with Haang as the very first. He went to the abyss, where he deposed the archangel. Now all the Filth is in his hands. They do not touch people yet, but they destroyed one cemetery. Guess which one.“The same thing, without the ankh!” I gasped. “So there is no longer any protection between humans and the Filth!”- Right. Khaang's troops catch all living things and turn them into Filth - they accumulate strength. As soon as they accumulate enough, they move on. We have no idea where, but it is clear now: Haang will not be the only corrupted god at the head of this army. Soon the rest will realize where the game is fatter, and against the seven demons, I'm afraid even I can't resist.- Good. What we can do?- Restore balance. Astrix shrugged. — Return the ankh to its homeland, restore the lich of the plundered cemetery. Even one lich can hold back the Filth indefinitely, and if he summons a bone dragon...-
