Death Guns In Another World



Fortunately for her, she was the matriarch of the fifth family and her prestige hadn't completely gone down the drain yet. Upon hearing her rage, the dark elf mages in heated arguments and about to roll up their sleeves for a fist fight closed their wide-open mouths. They looked at one another anxiously. After venting their frustrations, the dark elves also knew that they were wrong to behave this way. They acted simply like moronic fans who hurled punches at naysayers to protect the image of their idols.

But the problem was that they had no form of 'worship' toward those enemies at all. 

'What should we do?'

Nilerea kept considering this question. She hesitated whether she should pull out her forces, but even she wasn't aware whether she could do it in time. She also didn't know whether she held the authority to negotiate with the enemies because they were simply too powerful. Besides, judging from the situation, negotiation didn't seem to be able to bring the enemies any benefits. So what if she were to give them countless compensations? The enemies were still capable of barging into the treasure house of the fourth family and pillaging everything inside, wasn't it?

No matter what the situation seemed helpless. It was then one of the matriarchs opened her mouth and suggested.

''Let's just have them go to that 'place'.'' 

Red, straight hair tight in a ponytail reveals a thin, frowning face. Glinting blue eyes, set gracefully within their sockets, watch enthusiastically over the wildlife they've been isolated from for so long.

An old tattoo of a bear paw is subtly placed on the side of her left cheekbone and leaves a painful burden of redemption.

This is the face of Faith Evatt, a true pioneer among giants. She stands common among others, despite her delicate frame.

There's something obscure about her, perhaps it's her sensitivity, or perhaps it's simply her odd friends. 

She is the matriarch of the seventh family. 

''You can't be seriously suggesting that?" Another matriarch shouted.

°°°

At the same time Maria's group was setting Gandor's city ablaze causing the matriarchs to call for an emergency meeting, a white-haired beauty was on a mission 100 kilometers away from the void continent (A/N: Former continent of the Dwarves but it was now destroyed. This continent house the strongest and more dangerous dungeon in the world. Rumors as it that the world's door might be in this place.) 

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The city of Westborough was built along the banks of a gentle river and is truly a modest sight. Its wonder is matched by the backdrop of monumental waterfalls which have helped shape the city into what it is today.

The resources these waterfalls brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings mimic the falling waters of those waterfalls, sometimes by having their man-made waterfalls.

The skyline is sprinkled with luxurious building and their history seemed to shine more now than ever. Employment is tremendous in Westborough and it has attracted a lot of attention. Various cultures have left their mark not just on trade and relations, but also on the city's identity. What historically was a city of predictability has grown into a fusion of everything and it's this that unites the 2 million people to this day.

It's this multicultural identity that has truly left its mark. Hundreds of food carts, ethnic restaurants, and bistros offer a plethora of culinary choices, and those who feel hungry for something else can enjoy libraries, musea, musical activities, or one of the many other recreational venues.

Night descended upon this city, the moon was slowly creeping closer. 

Alice would have gladly stopped by the city and enjoyed the many recreational venues it has to offer but she couldn't as she must hurry and go deal with an army matching this city. The enemy started targeting the city after destroying many villages. The witch-haired devil head to the west where the enemy was located the enemy.

The forest was tremendous, dark, and thriving. Its canopy was claimed by ash, yew, and cottonwood, their crowns allowed cascading lights to shimmer through for a diversity of mushrooms to spread in the flat, fertile grounds below.

Swooping creepers waved from every tree, and an array of flowers, which grew in a sprinkled and disorderly fashion, added some color to the otherwise dark landscape.

A mishmash of beastly noises, which were caused by birds, echoed in the air and were backed by the sound of the wind blowing gently through the forest.

The bright, full moon enveloping half the night sky splashed on the pitch-black ground with its illumination. The outlines of the leaves in the forest were visible, but all of a sudden, a series of animal howls broke out throughout the tranquil forest. Countless, startled birds woke up from their slumber, flapped their wings, and soared into the sky fearfully to escape the close-approaching death, as well as the holder of the death aura, it was none other than an army.

The ground trembles as an army of 20,000 marches along. Every step aligned to the beat of the marching drums, there's not a soul nearby who's oblivious to this army's march.

Up close it's the sound of heavy armor clashing together which overpowers all other sounds. The creaking of wood and metal of the siege engines can be heard only faintly and the sounds of the war mounts are all but drowned out completely.

The soldiers are chatting away, noise or no noise the soldier need to take their minds off of what's ahead, and talking is the best way to do so. The army lacks unity, but despite their differences, they do share the same goal: Crush the enemy, enjoy it while it lasts, and make it out alive.

The front is led by eager charge units armed with swords and shields. They're followed by footsoldiers armed with spears and large shields, who in turn are followed by elite bowmen with high precision aim.

They stopped because, in the middle of them, a white-haired beauty appeared.

Soon they started charging towards Alice.

"DIE!"

"KILL HIM!"

"I will take his head!"

They all viciously roared.

Alice shook her head and muttered: "I have a certain skill that I usually do not abuse because of how cruel it is. From my memories, I have only used this skill once in the past."

''Abyss's Flame!"

A mass of black fog began to appear from her body.

"But when a group of hungry wolves wants to gang up on and bully a mere weak girl like me, then I have no other choice"

Fwoo———–

The black fog spread in every direction, weaving through the layers of soldiers, and continued to spread increasingly further.

An instant.

All the soldiers collapsed.

A sense of bone-breaking pain, unbearable suffering that ate into one's soul had afflicted all of them.

This torment was beyond what humans could endure.

"AH!"

"My hand!"

"What's happening to my head!? What's happening to my head!?"

"Save me!"

The bodies of these soldiers were beginning to morph.

They were evolving into a certain unique species, the suffering caused by this process had directly knocked most of them unconscious, while the rest were unable to do anything except scream and cry while wishing for death.

——–Demon Bloodkin. It was one of her racial traits, a skill born from her bloodline.

Alice chuckled before saying, 

"Embrace your deaths"

Fwoom!!!

Boundless black flames spread from his hand and engulfed this entire region.

Black flames swept through the ground.

The soldiers on the ground were either unconscious or experiencing immense pain.

They had no way to defend themselves against such an attack.

Wherever the black flames swept through, the flesh and blood of the soldiers were instantly reduced to nothing, leaving only their skeletons behind. The skeletons would then continue to burn until they turned into ash, expelling their soul and all the powers previously within their body as black smoke.

After a bit, all the smoke from the bodies flew into the air and started converging.

They were converging towards Alice.

She stood still and let the black smoke pour into her body from every direction.

"Ugh…"

Alice uttered a curt grunt.

The power from thousands of soldiers had formed a massive wave that would overwhelm the bodies of any normal mortal if they tried to absorb it.

Waves of pain were radiating throughout Alice's body, causing her to scowl.

A few moments later.

Once she had finished absorbing all the black smoke.

She slowly closed her eyes as a black rose made of nothing but black flame manifested behind her.

She felt like throwing, almost as if she had eaten something bad. The reason why she used an ability she usually doesn't want to use was because she was using any means necessary to quickly improve her strength. The time for the final battle was closing in. 

''Sigh! My strength increased by a little. Let's head to the next location. I hope the girls are having fun.'' 

Alice vanished soon after muttering those words.