Death Guns In Another World

Silveria silently observed Alex who became silent, although she could accurately guess what he was thinking about, she had a bit about it. It was probably related to the side effects of using her Seven sin's form. 

As his woman before beyond his weapon, she wished to help him but was unable to do so. Suddenly, she got an idea to help him. He could use that special inner world, the Illusionnary Battlefield to train. 

''Alex come closer.'' Silveria beckoned him to come closer which he did. Leaning closer she whispered her idea into Alex's ear. 

Immediately upon learning about this brilliant idea, Alex's eyes shone and he smiled as if he had won a lottery ticket.

''Let's do it as you've suggested, I shall vent, I meant to train in the Illusionnary Battlefield to control better the side effects.'' 

It was what he said before sleeping in order to have access to the Illusionnary Battlefield, however upon reaching the Illusionnary Battlefield he did nothing but vent.

°°°

On a floor in the Illusionnary Battlefield, a forest, in the middle of this forest corpses littered the ground dying the earth in a crimson hue. A handsome man was standing in the middle of this chaos holding a red longsword and in front of him stood a shivering Oni with a half-broken horn. 

Suddenly, the trembling Oni gathered his courage and attempted and escape.

However, the handsome man didn't give the Oni a chance. He disappeared like a mirage under the moonlight and appeared behind him in almost an instant.

Then, as if mocking the trembling Oni he tossed the red longsword aside and grabbed the Oni's head, the young handsome man effortlessly plucked it like a turnip.

Indeed, he plucked it right off his body. There weren't many other words more suitable to describe what the young handsome man had just done.

Not having any idea of what had just happened. As the Oni ran with everything he had, he suddenly felt as if his body had become lighter. Then, he suddenly saw a figure in front of him, but why was it still running without a head?

As soon as that confusion emerged, he realized a horrifying possibility. Then, his entire consciousness completely sank into darkness.

The headless body ran for a while, then suddenly collapsed. Then, blood gushed out powerfully from its neck as it twitched endlessly on the ground.

Thud!

Tossing this head aside Alex smiled cruelly. His heterochromia eyes were burning with wrath, he was not satisfied, and he wished for more.

''Ugh!" 

Alex suddenly grunted before kneeling holding his head. 

''NOOOOO------- I shall never let them control me, get hold of yourself Kael.'' 

He massaged his temple before standing and with one arm raised the red longsword fled into his hand. 

There's no rest, he must train to control these side effects.

Alex continued to slay monsters while doing his utmost not to let the side effects of the sins control him. It was not going to be easy but he will prevail.

Meanwhile in another location, inside a castle.

Ten broad, square towers have been built on various tactical spots for an ideal defense and are connected by fairly low, massive walls made of golden stone.

Stylish windows are scattered here and there around the walls in seemingly perfect symmetry, along with holes of various sizes for archers and artillery.

A moderate gate with thick metal doors, a draw bridge, and archer holes guard the inhabitants of this island castle, but it's not the only way in, which fortunately only very few know.

The forest outside of the castle gates is lit up with bioluminescent creatures, adding to the atmosphere of the castle. This castle has been improved and improved over the ages, some parts of the castle are newer than others, and the inhabitants are determined to keep their castle as modern as possible.

In a beautiful throne hall. 

Great braziers encircling each of the fourteen alabaster columns light up the entire throne hall and their light wraps the hall in a warm radiance. The intricate and symmetrical design patterns on the slanted ceiling dance in the flickering light while stone effigies look down upon the stone floor of this opulent hall.

An ivory rug splits part of the room in half from the throne to midway down the hall while winged banners with adorned tufts droop from the walls. Between each banner hangs a lantern, almost all of them have been lit and in turn illuminate the paintings of powerful monsters and dragons below them.

Tall, stained glass windows of heavenly mosaics are framed by curtains colored the same ivory as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with embellished borders and intricate embroidery.

An impressive throne of gold sits amidst two large statues and is adjoined by five similar, but smaller seats for those aiding the master of the throne in all affairs.

The throne is covered in baroque emblems and fixed on each of the rather slim feet is a sparkling sigil. The fluffy pillows are a light ivory and these too have been adorned with gilded tracery.

Occupying this throne was a man with black reptilian pupils like that of a dragon. This man is Bahamut's split consciousness (A/N: A clone should be the most appropriate term in this situation.) he sent into this place. This last floor is the portal to the real abyss containing the powerful curse cast by the real Bahamut. Alex had to access this floor in order to get rid of the curse encroaching on Mysthia's world, making the powerful rankers unable to step into the False God Realm.

Alex had to succeed if he wished for the world to have the slightest chance of surviving the incoming calamity, Alex's ultimate goal is to remove this curse anyway.

Suddenly, someone appeared in the silent throne hall and kneeled before Bahamut's clone.

It was a man. 

Black, shaggy hair slightly covers a fine, menacing face. Smart gray eyes, set handsomely within their sockets, watch meticulously the feet of his master he'd looked up for so long.

Scars stretching from the bottom of the right cheekbone, running towards the tip of the nose, and ending above his left eye leave a tormenting memory of redeemed honor.

This is the face of Kade Eustis, a true behemoth among the Numbers and former powerful adventurer from the outside world.

There's something odd about him, no calling it ominous should be more correct.

''How is Number 1? Is he closer?" Bahamut's clone asked and Kade aka Number 1, the strongest Number nodded.

''Wow! He did not betray my expectations. I bet he would be looking forward to the showdown between us but he will be surprised by what I've prepared for him. A surprise I'm sure he will appreciate because I have put all my heart into making it.'' Bahamut's clone smiled, his smile seemed genuine but Kade trembled.

An endless chill suddenly rose from the powerful Number's back.

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 kneeled there in a daze. 

He was certain that this powerful guess had no chance of surviving, no after his Lord smiled like this. 

Alex kept training unaware of the surprise awaiting him.