I have an Apocalypse City

Chapter 391: The Dwarf’s Intimacy Decreases

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A level-twenty lord rank BOSS, and the only golden-grade drop it left is a mount. And the most important thing is, a certain girl just happens to be in need of a mount. What’s more crucial is that the girl used to have a mount, and that mount was killed by Song Jian…

And the most, most, most essential thing is, Song Jian had rashly promised to make it up to her with a better mount. Holding the Abyssal Nightmare Reins radiating a faint golden light, Song Jian felt like his heart was bleeding…

“I’m still only riding a white-quality motorcycle! The Abyssal Nightmare, the name itself sounds superior. I want it too!” Song Jian threw his head back and sighed without shedding tears.

Song Jian felt as if two little figures suddenly appeared in his mind. A little figure with devil horns said, “If we hide this item, the girl would not know about it, right? After all, you didn’t form a team with her!”

Another one with angel wings said, “Yeah, you can give her the motorcycle summoning key and claim it’s a BOSS drop. A warlord on a motorcycle sounds pretty cool too…”

Song Jian couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Luo Tianyu, only to find her standing in front of a pile of corpses, her shoulders moving slightly as if she was sobbing. The dishevelled Luo Tianyu looked particularly desolate at this moment.

Song Jian’s heart softened and he sighed. The two little figures in his mind vanished. No longer in the mood to look at the remaining loot, he put all the items into his bag, took the golden reins, and walked over to Luo Tianyu.

“Don’t grieve. The dead cannot be revived…” Song Jian said consolingly.

“But… but it’ll cost a lot of war merits, and I’ve used up all of mine…” Luo

Tianyu whimpered in a frail tone.

Song Jian:

So, you’re not mourning these soldiers, but regretting the war merits spent?

Song Jian couldn’t help but feel sorry for these fallen soldiers for a moment;

“Here, take this!” Song Jian gritted his teeth, a pained look on his face as he passed the reins to Luo Tianyu, “This is the loot dropped by the BOSS and the better mount I promised you, which is even better than your black horse!”

“What, a better war horse?” Luo Tianyu turned around, her teary eyes meeting Song Jian’s.

Upon seeing the properties of the reins, Luo Tianyu’s expression grew stiffened. The tears in her eyes miraculously disappeared, replaced with a face full of excitement.

“What! An Abyssal Nightmare. Oh, my god, is this really for me? This is fantastic! Ha-ha, thank you! You’re such a kind soul, thank you so much!” Luo Tianyu grabbed the pale golden reins, tears still smeared across her cheeks, and she broke into a hearty laughter.

“Actually, this Abyssal Nightmare… isn’t really your style…” Song Jian’s face looked grim, and he made a last-ditch effort to change her mind. Unfortunately, Luo Tianyu, who’d already set her heart on the Abyssal Nightmare, didn’t even wait for a second after taking the reins and immediately summoned her Abyssal Nightmare.

Song Jian was lost for words as black clouds of steam suddenly rose from the ground in front of Luo Tianyu. The clouds quickly solidified, forming a bizarre magic array. Next, amidst a flash of black light, a skeletal warhorse, entirely clad in armor and with black flames burning under its feet, emerged in front of Luo Tianyu.

The warhorse, taller than an average man, exuded a black aura from its entire body. Its saddle, stirrups…every accessory was intact. But the strangest thing was that the warhorse, only a skull left of its head, actually had a pair of curved horns, looking like goat horns, winding backwards along the armor that covered its skull. If it hit someone with its skull, it would definitely knock the target a few meters away.

Luo Tianyu, with her mouth wide open, stared at the Abyssal Nightmare with twinkling eyes.

“It’s…it’s perfect, just perfect! This is the mount of my dreams! Ha ha ha!” Luo Tianyu couldn’t resist leaping onto the Abyssal Nightmare, her thoughts racing. With a single command, the Abyssal Nightmare shot forward, so fast that all it left behind was a pair of weakly burning green flames.

“It’s… it’s so cool!” Song Jian couldn’t help but exclaim, his heart aching as if it was being continuously mauled. It hurt too much!

After a short while, Luo Tianyu returned riding on the Abyssal Nightmare, his face animated with excitement.

“Haha, splendid, you’re remarkable, truly remarkable. I’ll tag along with you from now on. If you’re setting up an alliance, count me in.” Luo Tianyu looked at Song Jian, saying earnestly.

Having said that, he galloped away laughing heartily towards the barracks.

“Using an Abyssal Nightmare mount to secure an alliance, I wonder if it was a loss or a gain…” Song Jian stood in place, thinking for a while, but ultimately he shook his head, turning to walk towards his Manor Castle.

This sudden appearance of the Abyss Demon concerned Song Jian. He held a quietly growing worry for Cecilia Priest since she had obtained the Book of the Abyss. By all accounts, Cecilia Priest should have already slain the Abyss Demon after the acquisition. Unanticipated^, it managed to break its seal and escape in the end.

If the Abyss Demon had escaped, then Cecilia Priest’s situation was probably more dangerous than safe.

Reviving the almost expired Dawn Warrior Ya from the brink of death, he noticed the ashamed expression on Ya’s face. Song Jian gave his shoulder a comforting pat.

“Ya, are you interested in becoming a Shield Warrior?” Song Jian asked.

“What?” Ya looked at him, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

“Think about it, becoming a Shield Warrior might be a good decision for you. At least, your survival rate would significantly improve.” Song Jian suggested, smiling. He led Ya towards his safehouse, while still holding some worries for Cecilia Priest.

But then, considering Cecilia Priest possessed first-grade combat power and the Abyss Demon before them was only a Level 20 Lord Class Boss, presumably not a match for Cecilia Priest. Song Jian pondered for a while, still not understanding the entirety of the situation. In the end, he decided to set it aside for the moment.

It was going to be a while before the next territory expansion battle could be initiated, yet Song Jian held another planting ceremony. This time, he permanently acquired the effect of “Chance to Obtain Magical Items ₊1%”. Although it wasn’t an attribute pointer and the effect was rather weak, it was better than nothing. There was no loss to Song Jian.

Upon conclusion of the ceremony, Song Jian suddenly heard a series of rumbling noises pervading the airspace of Doomsday City, accompanied by a loud war trumpet and the ferocious roar of countless soldiers.

Such a commotion was not new to Song Jian as it was typical of a player launching a territory expansion campaign.

Looking towards the distant red halo, Song Jian fell silent. Doomsday City seemed to be on the verge of entering an era of warfare, where each player had started raising their butcher’s knife for their survival. This was not about justice, but about survival!

This was a decision every player who did not want to be controlled by others had to make.

Just as Song Jian lost himself in his thoughts, a series of system notifications unexpectedly reached him.

System: Your relationship with the Mountain Dwarves has decreased to indifferent.

System: Your relationship with the Forest Dwarves has decreased to indifferent.

System: Your relationship with the Furnace Dwarves has decreased to enmity. System: Your relationship with the Black Iron Dwarves has increased to friendly.