Death Guns In Another World

"Let's begin."

Lars lifted his head and gazed at the Fortress. Then, he extended his hands, and the white bone staff in his hand hovered slowly in midair. He lowered his head and chanted a curse softly. The 10 Necromancers followed his lead and chanted in harmony.

The darkness turned deeper.

Another string of explosions flashed.

Meanwhile, on Alex's side, Cecilia puckered her brows at the Abominations who were still braving forward even after they were blasted with heavy damage. They were truly hard to deal with just as Alex had mentioned. Since the battle commenced, the soldiers had fired two waves of arrows.

Although the explosions had slowed the Abominations down, they didn't seem to have intentions of stopping. Their tall, obese bodies were full of pitch-black large holes with forest-green blood gushing out. The night breeze swept the putrid stench along and polluted the air.

Trouble is coming. She could feel it, they have to prepare.

Cecilia searched for Alice to prepare for the incoming attack.

°°°

Lars lifted his head and gazed at the deep, dark sky. He sensed the dense energy of death coalescing from all directions. He narrowed his eyes and felt the energy flowing past his fingertips. This was his favorite moment. He felt like he was the king of the world and every living creature in this world could only bow by his feet. He could control every single one of them. At this moment, he was God! The greatest presence in this world!

Even though this was only a misconception for one who possessed powers, Lars didn't think so. He was totally immersed in the moment and guiding the ice-cold energy of death using his mana. He lifted his arms and along with this movement, the white bone staff hovering between his arms became dull in appearance. Not only that, but billows of black smoke also rose with occasional flashes of spiritual radiance.

The chanting became louder. Then, the Necromancers surrounding him also raised their arms. They offered their spirits and powers respectfully. If one could see it, perhaps one would find a violent, magical tornado whirling around their massive ritual circle.

Everything is going to end soon.

Lars stared at the Fortress in the distance. Flares burst into the sky and the constant explosions left him lamenting. It seemed that Rairhan wasn't wrong in his judgment. It was impossible for the enemies to defend against the Undead Army for so long if they were unprepared, which had proven that they were well-prepared for this raid. It might possibly mean that their raid plans were leaked a long time ago.

Lars revealed a smile. He was clear that this entire plan had been kept as an absolute secret and he was almost sure that only the four legendary generals might know about it in advance. And now, the Renner Kingdom was ready for their raids and this meant that the plan was divulged. If he could occupy this Fortress and propose a protest with the Dark Dragon, the four legendary generals' positions would definitely become unstable. As a Necromancer who had operated within the Dali kingdom for centuries, he understood the affairs of the nation extremely well.

The spell has reached its peak.

Lars clutched his hands together to control the surging magical powers that were merging with the death aura. He was full of confidence in this legendary strategic spell.

The 10 Necromancers were the best from the 'Sinister Death', and all had entered the Saint's realm. With his strength, the strength of this spell could reach middle Demigod realm: it could even breakthrough all man-made boundaries. Lars was getting all fired up. If that were true, it meant that he might even injure or kill all the extraordinary presences who existed in this world. Lars' heart pounded violently at this crazy thought.

'So, does it mean that I can possibly become…'

Lars knitted his brows and dwindled this thought. That was in the faraway future. He was an Undead Creature. He had sufficient time and patience to fulfill his wildest desires. But, before that, he had to possess enough strength, forces, and territories to establish the foundations.

"Kamakala!"

Lars lifted his arms and called out the final character of his curse. Almost instantly, the invisible strength materialized. A harmony of scarlet and pitch-black energy surged, shot straight into the sky, and blended into the sky as one. Shortly after, it transformed into a whistling, devastating storm. This was the secret technique of the Necromancers.

Rumor had it that during the big War, they had once used this technique to wipe out all the enemies who obstructed the Dark Dragon no matter if were the Elves, Dwarves, or Humans. No one could survive before the face of absolute destruction and death!

Shortly after, the massive Fortress would be shrouded entirely and transformed into a city of death!

"What?"

A crisp voice rang in Lars' ears.

Although the voice was soft and melodious, it came as a bolt from the blue. This was a strategic spell that had reached Demigod.

Everything was within his grasp, so where did that voice come from?!

He turned around and the spiritual flames in his eyes burned even brighter. An azure human silhouette coalesced from magical energy was spotted floating by the edge of the dark, roaring torrent of death. Lars instantly knew what that was: a phantom clone created from its holder's magical energy. But… that wasn't the main problem!

This was the strategic spell that he had unleashed fully and all the magic powers in the surrounding had been infiltrated by this energy of death and destruction. If one were to release any spells, it would undoubtedly be like one was winding a yarn ball around a wheel that was spinning at incredible speed!

But now, the young lady's figure was hovering quietly right there and the vicious energy torrent appeared to be ineffective at all.

'Damn! Who the hell is this bitch? A mage? Where did she come from? Did the Renner kingdom has something so powerful beside that woman in the capital?'

Endless questions arose in Lars's mind.

So he couldn't focus his attention on where this young lady had come from anymore. There was one thing for sure that he knew clearly: she wasn't here for a good cause!

As expected. The young lady stretched out her right arm and pressed lightly on the blustering, spinning dark magical barrier.

Then, Lars's vision blinded.

"—!"

In an instant, the darkness in the atmosphere was completely devoured by a dazzling blaze. The aura of death and horrifying dark powers around him and the Necromancers were as though petroleum being ignited and illuminated the entire sky and earth by scarlet flames. The blustering gales swept along the scorching flames which engulfed all the Necromancers.

"No!"

Lars spread his arms apart desperately. He couldn't imagine how all this happened. He knew how tough it was to forcefully intervene with thisstrategic spell. Perhaps in the entire Dali Kingdom, there were no Necromancers who could accomplish that!

Even though the flow of the magic spell was as though the regulated operations of a machine, where it would be easy to disrupt its gears by sticking a metal crowbar into it, the size of the machine was still a factor. If not, not only would the metal crowbar not get stuck, but it would also be dragged into it and get crushed.

And that was the consequence which most Necromancers faced. It wasn't difficult to disrupt a magic spell at its preparation phase, but it would be as hard as climbing to the heavens once its preparation phase was over and it had erupted entirely. But now, Lars witnessed a scene that had twisted all his knowledge. The human who suddenly appeared forcibly distorted the [Tide of Destruction] which he had cast.

' Not only that, but she also used her strength to analyze it?!'

This can't go on!

Lars swiftly realized the source of the problem. As the leader of the 'Sinister Death' and a Necromancer, he immediately displayed his decisive side. He gritted his teeth and gazed at the surrounding that was engulfed in twisted flames and crumbling magical trajectories. Then, a sinister thought cropped up in his mind.

"Tch!"

He pointed at the young lady and the white bone staff in his hand instantly shattered. The raging wind of magic powers rose from the ground. However, not only did the surging flames not burn stronger, but it also became much more dull. In the blink of an eye, the earth-shattering, blazing flames darkened. Then, countless dark beams emitted from within the flames and struck toward the illusory young lady!

"…!"

The azure young lady suddenly became pitch-black and dark. At the same time, the suppressed flames blazed even brighter and only a dazzling, scarlet radiance was left before Simon's eyes.

Boom!

A violent explosion and flash ripped through the night sky. The soldiers going against the Undead Creatures on the city walls lifted their heads to see the situation.

"Argh…!"