Death Guns In Another World



If he didn't have the body of Demigod he would have suffered more serious injuries.

"Where am I?"

Then the man looked around to size up his surroundings. He noticed there were many bloodstains and scratches on the walls, as well as a cold chain that pierced through his shoulder blades.

This was some dark dungeon.

Then he noticed the black-clothed beauty standing in front of him.

He shivered. He couldn't hide the humiliation, anger, and hatred in his eyes.

"This damned woman with the face of an angel!"

Staring at him, he almost squeezed these three words out of his teeth. His hatred for Luna soared through the roof after all she was the one that put him into his current state. 

''You wouldn't get anything out of me.''

''That is probably what you're thinking, right?" Luna said those words as if she could read the man's thoughts.

''What?"

A terrifying chill swept through his entire body. His spine was cold, and his scalp felt like it was going to explode.

He did not dare to look into those beautiful golden eyes as it could intensify his fear, his body started to tremble and he limped back until his back hit the wall, then he remembered one of the safety measures on him just in case he was caught. He couldn't spill anything here therefore he wanted to crush the poison hidden in his molar but unfortunately it was missing.

''Is this what you're searching for?" Luna's voice rang out in the man's ear prompting him to raise his head and as his eyes landed on the thing Luna was holding he couldn't help but shudder.

She still had that warm smile even when holding a bloody tooth, it was the missing molar. 

Boom! 

There was a sudden illusionary explosion in the man's mind. It was as if his skull had been ripped open, and cold water poured directly into his body. An even more frightening cold air swept through his four limbs, almost causing his entire body to feel cold, and he sat there in a daze.

''Come on you don't have to be that shocked. Why did you think that I knocked you out with an uppercut?" Luna's head was tilted to the side as she raised this question.

The man shuddered again and his face turned pale, he couldn't help but stutter.

''D-don't tell me it was because you were aiming for this?" 

''Bingo! 80pts. Last but not least it's the time to start. I hope you are a tight-lipped one. Like this, I'll have much fun.'' 

The man felt a chill run up his spine when he saw Luna's evil smile. That smile gave off an ominous feeling.

'''D-do not come closer!" He was scared beyond words but Luna simply smiled upon seeing this.

''Let heal you for you not to easily break.'' Luna declared before casting a healing spell on the man. 

''2nd Tier Holy Magic: Blessings!'' 

A white ball flew from Luna's extended palm covering the injured man and he was healed in an instant as if his body had never been injured. 

The man wasn't happy even after being healed. He was scared of Luna's dazzling appearance.

At the moment Luna looked like a true Saintess, an angel sent down to save humanity and protect it, everything about her seemed holy but this illusion was shattered by her next sentence.

''Shall we start the beating in earnest?" 

''Eiek!" The man's body convulsed and the next thing he knew was already up with Luna beating the hell out of him. 

Bam! Bam! Bam! 

He couldn't properly defend because of the fear engraved deeper into his soul, he was one-sidedly beaten by Luna. His body was in a terrible state.

Half his body felt numb while the other half screamed in agony. The sharp, burning sensation was all he could focus on. Desperate for some form of relief he sought out every solution except for giving in. Ignoring it, working through it, using it to fuel strength. But nothing seemed to work. He held his fingers against his temples and gently massaged them. One deep breath followed another, surely this pain could be ignored if he tried he was trained for this, still, his entire body was trembling now. Weak and exhausted it cost him all his remaining strength to keep fighting. However, he felt like there wasn't much that could be done either way, so the best course of action was to simply deal with it and get on with this until the pain subsided.

''2nd Tier Holy Magic: Blessings!" 

Luna threw another healing spell at the man, instantly healing him before doing the following thing.

Bam!

She thrashed the man's face into the ground, bursting it with pieces of stones and concrete. Before he could release a cry, she pulled him out and tossed him into the air as the ceiling of the prison was pretty high. Luna immediately followed him in the air, her knee crashing into his belly. 

His mouth fell open, and blood sprayed out. 

He tumbled to the ground, his body convulsing with pain. 

"Ple…please spare me!" The man begged. The pain had wiped out all of his previous bravado, replacing it with the sensation of approaching death. 

"And why would I do such a thing?" 

Luna asked as she slowly approached the convulsing man like the grim reaper.

Right now she might not be wielding a scythe, but that only made her appear far more menacing with that evil smile still hung on his face.

''2nd Tier Holy Magic: Blessings!" She healed him again but this time threw a sword at the man's face, the latter picked it up and immediately rushed at Luna in desperation.

''Die!" He howled as he swung his sword with all his might despite already knowing the result. 

Luna calmly defended by punching forward. 

There was a bang sound when the fist and sword clashed and the result was the man's defeat. The difference in strength broke his wrist, and he dislocated his ankle while trying to withstand the force of Luna's enhanced strength. He was flung a few meters in the air before landing face down on the ground. His sword was broken, and he felt a burning pain from the bloodied hand gripping the hilt.

"Please don't admit defeat easily as it would be pretty boring. Let me slowly carve the word fear into your bones.''

"!"

A chill crawled up the man's spine as he realized what Luna meant, what her true intention was, he could only curse his bad luck and suffer endlessly before spitting what he knew, he was just a small fry anyway.