Death Guns In Another World

1594 Chapter 1419: Iajustu

"Y-You…"

Before Wilhelmina could say anything the Shadow Queen flicked her fingers and the girls attacked, combining the holy element together with hell flame.

Kaboom!

''!!!!!!"

Wilhelmina's body was swallowed and she uttered a deafening cry. Novel Fire - novelfire.net

To completely kill the enemy, the Shadow Queen preformed a ritual, numerous hand signs were made creating an ominous looking magic circle.

"———!"

Along with the Shadow Queen's actions, a fuzzy, shadow-like soul was extracted from the scorched body by an unknown force, trembling violently as though resisting. However, she flourished the sickle without hesitation and the soul screeched, before being absorbed into the sickle entirely. As the soul vanished, the remains under the daylight shattered and disappeared completely.

The Shadow Queen lowered her head and stared at the sickle in her hand where there was an indistinct, mourning face flickering from time to time, eventually vanishing. She let out a snort, before turning her hand around and putting the sickle away.

At this moment, the bright radiance of the sun had infiltrated the night sky completely.

Night was over and it was the start of a new day.

''Let's go back!" Alex ordered as he turned his head and vanished. He had deal a severe blow to the enemy by killing two of his generals. This annoying game was about to come to an end.

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Meanwhile, in the outside world, Gracier's location, after conquering the dungeon, the group was meet with an unexpected ambush outside, a fight broke out.

Flames blazed across the land. The scorching heat devoured the verdant plain as magma overflowed from the fissures of the melted land like creatures raising their heads with self-awareness. The sea of flames grew wider as Gracier stood in its middle silently. The high temperature and violent gales congested the space around her, roaring as though they were about to destroy all living beings in this territory.

Shing!

A shimmering ice spear flitted across the air, fixing on the young lady. Without turning around and gazing at it, she pointed her right hand in its direction and almost immediately after, the surrounding flames whirled into a wall that defied the ice spear. Shortly after, two streaks of magical radiances flashed and dispersed the white mist instantly. At the same time, Gracier twitched her brows slightly and leaned her body to the left subtly as a razor-sharp blade airflow burst out of the mist ferociously, aimed at her chest. If she were any other spell caster, she would be bewildered by this close-distance ambush. However, there wasn't the slightest trace of panic on her face o her young face at all, not even when the razor-sharp blade was about to penetrate her chest and cut off strands of her hair. Gracier raised her left arm and with this motion, she controlled the heat intensity thus generating wind's currents. The winds currents whirled around her arm like an obedient pet jumping onto her hand gently and morphed into a sturdy barrier in front of her.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A series of rasps sounded as the blade collided on the wind shield, splattering flares in all directions. The formidable shield coalesced from mighty wind's currents deflected the blade. The enemy swordsman who had missed the opportunity to take her down turned around and thrust his left leg at her calf. Gracier took a step back, evading his attack immediately. However, she didn't expect the enemy swordsman to continue his aggression and a dazzling flash of light appeared beside him once again. It was another fluctuating blade light that came striking at her like a specter.

Flame sword!

She witnessed the shimmering blade light but the motion of her hand didn't come to a halt. She stooped over slightly, reached for her waist with her right hand. Along with this movement, the wavering flames gathered around her waist and quickly coalesced into a scarlet sword. She clutched the hilt and slashed forward.

"———!"

The delusive blade light split the space open, only to be stopped by a bright, scarlet ray of light. In the blink of an eye, the enemy swordsman and Gracier collided. But shortly after, the former shuddered and his head flew up into the sky as a stream of pitch-black blood sprayed from his severed neck. Before his corpse crumbled to the ground, the impatient magma in the surroundings metamorphosed into the shape of tentacles, binding the corpse tightly and dragging it into the sea of magma. Without even making a sound, the corpse melted as it submerged. Gracier didn't even glance at her defeated enemy. She swung the sword coalesced from flames without any hesitation. Shortly after, in a loud explosion, the sword transformed into multiple meteorites that launched forward. The elf mage in the distance witnessed this scene and grimaced. She grunted, lifting the staff high up and striking it on the ground with force. The vast land froze instantly. A crystal-clear ice barrier expanded like a blooming flower with her in the middle. The blazing meteorites whistling across the air crashed onto the transparent ice shield.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

White steam spurted upon impact, enveloping the elf mage entirely. Due to this reason, she didn't witness Gracier bending over again into a sword-drawing stance. She stared sharply at the dense white mist before her. Even though the white mist concealed her vision, her gaze was sharp, as though she saw through everything that was behind the mist. At that moment, another fiery sword took shape on her waist. This was the skill she learned recently, and also the one that she taught her this was none other than Sakuya.

The Sword-drawing Assault, Iajustu it was called in Sakuya's native language Gracier believe.

As a spell caster, a mage, she didn't learn ordinary and cumbersome spells. She also didn't need to learn defensive or offensive sword skills. After all, she had unique offensive spells (Skills) and as a flame mage, she could never match up against pure swordsmen in terms of swordsmanship. It would be truly foolish of her to compete against a pure swordsman. This was why she only needed to learn how to kill with a sword. Just this alone was enough.

And this swordsmanship of hers was designed for that very purpose. There was only one move in her Sword-drawing Assault, and she couldn't retreat after slashing the sword. This was Gracier'schoice as a spell caster in fights at close quarters.

Gazing at the mist ahead, her heterochromia eyes glinted inexplicably.

At the next moment, she vanished swiftly and a shiny, scarlet line passed through the ice shield. The wind pressure from this phenomenal speed scattered the mist in an instant. Before the elf mage knew it, Gracier was already standing behind her, clutching her blazing sword and staring at her in silence. The elf mage maintained her fighting stance. She lifted the staff and gazed grimly ahead. Around her were countless ice crystals that had merged into a sturdy, defensive barrier. At that moment, both of them had as though come to a pause. But shortly after, a straight line emerged from the ice barrier and the late, powerful pressure raised the ice barrier that was split into two. Then, blazing flames fluttered and devoured the shattered ice barrier like a starving beast. Gracier canceled the flame sword and stood amidst this desolation like a Goddess of destruction.

Somehow, it was a picturesque scene instead of appearing horrific.

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