Death Guns In Another World



Gracier's eyes which were now golden were cold as ice, Alex would have been shocked if he saw his sister's current expression as it was different from her gentle side, it was to be expected because of what the enemy did to the villages nearby, they burned them down, slaughtered many innocent people, raped some, they even put some of them on a spike, displaying these atrocities. Gracier was furious upon seeing this, she decided to be ruthless to the enemies responsible for this.

Killing them was like killing bugs it was why Gracier didn't even take a look at the defeated enemy. Instead, she brandished the flame sword in her hand without hesitation. It was time to deal with the other enemy, the Ice Mage.

''Meteor's Fall!" 

Shortly after, in a loud explosion, the sword made of flame transformed into several meteors that blasted forward. On the other hand, the ice mage's expression changed slightly. She raised the staff in her hand and slammed it on the ground. Shortly after, the ground around her froze instantly. A crystal-clear ice barrier expanded like a blooming flower with the elf mage in the middle. Then, the flaming meteors whizzed by and bombarded the transparent ice barrier.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

White steam gushed out, completely enveloping the elven mage. It was due to this that she didn't notice that Gracier had once again stooped over and assumed a sword-drawing posture. She gazed sharply at the white steam in front of her. The steam concealed everything, but Gracier's gaze was so serious that it was as though her razor-sharp gaze could penetrate the mist and see through everything. At this moment, another flaming sword took shape on her waist. 

As a spell caster, the innate level of swordsmanship couldn't be compared to classes that specialized in swordsmanship. It would simply be foolish to compete with them in this aspect. Therefore, Gracier only needed to learn how to kill with a sword. That alone was enough for her.

And this swordsmanship of hers was designed for this purpose. There was only one move in the Sword-Drawing Technique and there was no retreat after the sword was drawn. This was the choice that she, someone who specialized in a bow, made when facing a melee class.

Gazing at the steam before her, Gracier's eyes glinted in an indescribable radiance. At the next moment, she vanished into thin air.

Shortly after, a scarlet, dazzling line penetrated the ice barrier. The wind pressure brought about by the unparalleled speed instantly dispersed the steam.

At the next moment, Gracier appeared behind the Ice mage. She gripped the hilt of the flaming sword with her right hand and gazed ahead quietly. Behind her, the Ice mage was still in a battle stance. She raised her staff and looked ahead with a solemn expression.

Countless ice crystals bloomed around her, forming the sturdiest barrier. Both sides seemed to have come to a standstill at that moment. But at the next moment, a straight line emerged from the ice barrier.

The Ice Mage's expression changed. She tried quickly to create another shield but Gracier's flame dispersed passing through the cracks in the shield and attacking Ice Mage.

''Guh!" The Ice Mage groaned.

Waves of throbbing, nauseating pain pulsed within their abdomen and they felt like her breakfast would return to her in an instant. The pain became disorienting and it started to affect her judgment, but despite this, or perhaps due to this he still continued onward. The pain shouldn't be more than a minor nuisance to her, but right now it was far more than that.

It had seemed like the pain had been there forever and in a way, she was getting used to it, but at the same time, the fact it might stick a little while longer was terrifying. But she managed to block out some of the pain by keeping her mind occupied with other tasks. It wasn't ideal, but by the time she was done, the pain will hopefully have subsided again.

She bit her lips and tried to retaliate but Gracier's cold voice reached her ears. 

''It is already too late.'' 

Shortly after, the belated, violent air pressure lifted the ice barrier that was split into two. Then, the flames that scorched the wilderness danced in the wind, devouring the shattered ice barrier completely. The Ice Mage couldn't even scream as she was erased from this world, a Level 160 died just like that.

Meanwhile in another location, not too far from Gracier's current location Luna. She arrived at the ghost town her destination.

The gentle road that led to Taedmorden was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. The occasional animal can be heard rustling in the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens or hiding in the wild overgrown bushes.

Doors were broken, rotten, and in most cases barely a door at all. Whether this was the work of looters, animals or the elements was unclear, but it didn't matter. There were signs of fires, in some cases it was merely a trail of soot and smoke above a window pane, in others it was a pile of ash where once a building stood.

Taedmorden, once bustling with life and brimming with light at this hour had become a forgotten relic of the past. Were it not for the occasional bird call the only sound in this town was that of the wind. The sounds of market vendors, playing families, and a loving community were no more.

The main hotel has had a few esteemed guests over the years, but it was now decrepit and starting to collapse bit by bit. A few animals still dare to wander here, but most wisely stay away from the fragile walls.

Despite the decay of the buildings, there was a certain charm about the town. Everything was greener as nature grew wild and the quiet during the day was almost peaceful. But despite being nothing like its former self this town still served its purpose. It was still home to a community and lives still thrived, it was just in the form of animals this time.