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And only in my head was: “Bastards! Creatures. Reptiles." In the rhythm of stopped breathing, in time with the crossbar creaking under the blows of the wind above your head ...“So the sorcerer doesn’t want to repent. Well, then, of course, you will not see any merciful death. Master Rick, go ahead. - Augusto snapped his fingers, and the chain slipped from my feet, pulled into the ground, leaving no trace.“And they want to hang me for something like that,” I smiled bitterly. - Hypocrites. Maybe go to church?- Now. Hey, somebody bring the box. The paladin commanded. He went behind me, slightly loosened the rope that was tightening my wrists between the shoulder blades and, after unwinding a few turns, threw a free piece of barbed rope around my neck.Right hand to left...- Hey, don't sleep! Another blow from my gauntlet fist knocked my focus away. “You must be conscious when you die, otherwise…”Otherwise, I will not scream, I will not break down and I will not fall into hysterics,
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Something crunched in my side from the blow, the water burned with cold, clogged my nose and ears, but now I was glad about that too. Pain means you're still alive. It means that it did not end ingloriously under the lustful glances of the hooting crowd up there. It's just that one more item has been added to my list of quests issued to myself, a few more names have appeared.Master Rick, brother Augusto. One day I will come for you.I went like a stone to the bottom, writhing and unraveling the rope pulling my arms back. The impact on the water knocked the air out of my lungs, but my legitimate two minutes still remained. You just need to hurry before the hemp gets wet, making the knots unravelable. The counterweight wheel flew past me, slowly turning, silently hit the stones at the bottom and froze, gleaming in the rays of the sun breaking through the water column.I need you, my dear. My talisman of salvation - first from death on the gallows, then from drowning. Pushing off with
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- Froze, gas to the ring! - Accepted.— Antaeus, did you change weapons?- Yes, I found some fart. Antaeus lightly waved the rifle complex. - Cover Faye. Fey, to the elevator.- There is! - The fighters barked and, half-bending behind the armored boxes, they ran to the far wall of the hall.Bad restrictions, invented by who knows who and why, finally fell - all other things being equal, my motley, diverse company was still much better equipped and learned. In any case, it never occurred to anyone to stand at full height or lean out from behind cover without first securing a grenade or distracting fire from the flanks. The fighters of the Conquista outnumbered us, but under such conditions, the victory of the national team became only a matter of time.So in the end it happened - the barking shots of antediluvian gunpowder weapons fell silent, the oppressive impression of someone else's presence disappeared ... The elevator doors slammed shut, and Fey ascended fifty meters up - to th
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Antey is a psycho, that's for sure. No, I certainly could not make such a decision with a tip - and he was waiting for my answer here and now. And this is when I don’t know more than half of the team by name!“I need time to think. I shook my head. “Of course, we are all here like to stick our heads in the devil’s mouth, but ten of us against the whole planet ...- Don't think too long. Antaeus grinned as he finished his beer in one gulp. “Conquista will start counting casualties and sites, and with the KSC, it’s a matter of several hours to understand that it was not possible to take the Far Search base.“Okay, I understand you.Save the game. Go out. Unlike Tlally, where time doesn't care about you, Far Search could still be paused, figured out what was what. It definitely shouldn't have been hot. What was to be done was to visit my wet magician under the bridge. Moreover, the units on the clock have changed to zero, the time of the game session in the CV should already be reset. Ho
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Soon the familiar crossroads leading to the summer residence appeared. Farther. In principle, if you continue in the same spirit, this trip can become quite safe. No. Pah-pah-pah, so as not to jinx it. It's better to increase my vigilance too and pray that the session does not expire until I get to the right point.Here to the right.I started getting to know the area. About a week ago, a corpse truck was supposed to pass here, carrying an unlucky miner hitman. Hmmm, it's funny to even hear that. But let's hope that the corpse was not eaten by scavengers, not dragged away into the forest by some predators, and so on. Because if it turns out that someone carnivorous is grazing there, I’m in big trouble, because I still haven’t raised a single level, I haven’t armed myself with anything, and of all my abilities, I’ve only had a distraction that didn’t work twice. Not a magician, but a laughing stock.Here again to the right.The night forest was filled with sounds, smells and sensations
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No, most definitely, this place was not at all reserved exclusively for my deceased miner as a last resort. Take, for example, the sweetish smell of decomposition that reigns over the clearing - even in the darkness of the night it became obvious that ... ahem ... Thomas had enough waste, and for some reason the Great Church did not consider it necessary to start a separate cemetery for storing victims. Fools. I don’t think that Thomas and his comrades were completely stupid and uneducated - in the end, anyone would not be trusted with the title of the first governor of Khaang on earth. I should, in theory, understand that the restless ghoul has an unpleasant habit of rising and roaming around until the paladins take it away, or stick to some cemetery under the command of a lich. And from here, it seems, all such restless livestock had already dispersed - the clearing breathed dead peace. But, you know, you yourself know who takes care of someone who is safe. Just in case, breaking
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Yes, don't panic! This is simply the next step in the evolution of the most ordinary skeleton. Okay, two skeletons at once. The mace did very well with them, but where is that mace now? And my class, to put it mildly, is not hand-to-hand at all! Again, negative thinking. Once again - I'm not unarmed, I can fight back if I follow her movements. And if I break at least one paw, I can run away! Hounds, though undead, are extremely slow to regenerate limbs.But the lich... The hound is always a faithful companion of the dead man who raised it. If I hear any creepy sounds like laughter or whispers, I spit on the hound and its attacks, and immediately rush into the forest! Lich is almost impossible to deal with.Another jump, another roll to the side. The hound grinned mockingly and trotted to the side, trying to outflank me. Attacked the wrong one! Another leap and I simply stepped aside, slamming the stick into the creature's backbone. There was a characteristic crunch, the creature lost
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Just a boy of about thirteen in a once white, but now rather gray shirt smeared with grass juice and knee-length short pants, barefoot, disheveled. In his hands is about the same stick as the one that the hound had just gnawed. What is he doing here? To the nearest village stomp and stomp.- Guy, leave immediately, it's dangerous here!I wanted to say this, I even opened my mouth, but what happened next happened too quickly - he somehow instantly appeared next to me, hit the staff with a force with a stick, knocking it out of my hands. He buzzed somehow offended, flew to the ground, and I fell to the ground, feeling that for some reason there was absolutely no strength left."Attention, severe blood loss detected! You should get enough sleep and food! Attention, necrotic infection detected! You should see a doctor or get enough sleep!"Thanks, very timely.- Wait here! - The boy shouted and rushed out of sight to the hound, with the same crazy speed, turning into a blur during the mov
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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...-
