Death Guns In Another World

After returning and successfully rescuing the black haired woman's soul, Alex decided to push the hostility further, he decided to transform into dragon using the King of beast and go to the enemy's kingdom.

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A few days later.

Dali Kingdom, in a throne hall.

The air in the dark throne hall hangs heavy, thick with dust and the faint scent of something ancient and decayed. A single, flickering torch breaks the oppressive darkness, casting long, skeletal shadows that writhe on the damp stone walls.

In the center of the room sits a monolithic throne, carved from a black, igneous rock that seems to absorb all light. Jagged spikes jut from its armrests, and the seat itself appears cold and unwelcoming. Cobwebs drape the throne like a tattered shroud, and the only decoration is a scattering of bleached bones – the remains of those who dared approach the ruler of this domain.

Above the throne, a series of narrow, arched windows pierce the high ceiling. However, no soft moonlight filters through. Instead, they seem to offer glimpses of an endless, starless night sky, adding to the sense of cold isolation.

The only sound is the occasional drip of water from somewhere unseen, echoing through the cavernous hall like a slow, mournful dirge. It's a place that inspires dread, a place where power feels heavy and oppressive, and visitors are left with the distinct feeling of being watched by unseen eyes.

The only sound is the occasional drip of water from somewhere unseen, echoing through the cavernous hall like a slow, mournful dirge. It's a place that inspires dread, a place where power feels heavy and oppressive, and visitors are left with the distinct feeling of being watched by unseen eyes.

Suddenly,

Clink!

The crystal wine glass shattered upon smashing onto the thick marble flooring. Scarlet liquor splashed, bringing a hue of red on the pitch-black floor. Ion lifted his head and stared at the darkness before him. His eyes glinted in a crimson flash.

"You haven't found her? Useless trash!!"

"We're really sorry, Your Majesty."

Facing Bahamut's clone wrath, the vampires who were donned in luxurious robes and half-kneeling before him turned as white as a sheet, lowering their heads in trembling fear. It had been a long time since the mysterious lady's disappearance, but they didn't manage to identify where she went or who had taken her. Although they searched the entire Darkness Capital and the surrounding, they didn't find any clues at all. He was enraged.

"You fools are worthless!"

Gazing at the vampires who half-knelt in front of him, he berated and let out a snort. He swung his right arm abruptly and along with this movement, a razor-sharp, strong gale erupted and pounced on the vampires. In a deafening screech, the vampire at the front was blasted to the back. His blood was mangled with chunks of flesh as they scattered everywhere, exuding a bloody scent in the palace. Looking at this horrible scene, the vampires at the back lowered their heads instantly, holding their breaths as they stared at the ground.

"Scram! All of you! No matter how you do it, you must find her Find her! Do you hear me?! If you don't, every single one of you will die! All of you! Now, get out of my sight!"

The entire palace was left in complete silence except for Ion's echoing snarls. The vampires left the scene swiftly and silently, but Ion's mood didn't turn for the better. He stood up, sauntered to the window with a grim expression, and gazed at the pitch-black city. At that moment, the Darkness Capital wasn't as peaceful as it was in the past. Under the envelopment of the Dark Curtain, the city was an utter mess. Exquisite buildings had turned into debris, while the homes of families that rebelled against him were razed to the ground. Green spiritual flames continued to blaze over the piles of debris. At a glance, the Darkness Capital was like a brazier with extinguishing coals. Accompanied by the remnants of the flames, only traces of conflagration remained. The ancient city that survived for thousands of years under the night sky had crumbled and fallen apart.

But really… So what?

Looking at the wreckage of buildings, Bahamut's clone eyes flashed with traces of insanity and joy. He gained power and was stronger than ever. He didn't borrow someone else's strength nor received the reward from anyone. He relied entirely upon himself to receive this power instead! Not only that, but he also obtained unprecedented authority! One of these days, the continent, world outside, and everything would bow down before him!

When that day arrives, no one will be capable of becoming an obstacle. No one can stop me—not even Alex!

At this thought, he couldn't help but clench his fists. The corners of his mouth perked up into a fanatical smile.

But at the next moment, his expression changed abruptly!

Right before his eyes, the dark barrier enfolding the Darkness Capital gradually faded away as though after a long period of preparation, the stage play was finally about to begin. The barrier that used to be pitch-black rose and re-connected the Darkness Capital and the outside world. At the same time, white fog on the outside gushed into the Darkness Capital like pouring tides. Looking at this scene, Bahamut's clone widened his eyes instantly. His expression twisted and he couldn't help but yell in disbelief.

"What's going on?! How did this happen! Who? Who dismantled the barrier?!"

It wasn't surprising that Ion harbored such doubts because unlike an enchanted field, the Dark Curtain was responsible for guarding the safety of the Darkness Capital. Only the ruler of the Darkness Capital had the authority to access it. In other words, other than him, there shouldn't be anyone else authorized to deactivate it!

"———!"

At that moment, as though responding to his doubts, a crisp, dragon cry echoed from all directions in the sky . Upon hearing it, Ion's expression changed instantly. He knew whose voice that was. It was Alex that annoying young man his real self seemed to hold in high esteem.

"———!"

The deafening roar of a dragon.

The huge Dark Dragon lifted his head high, expanding his wings that were large enough to enfold the entire sky. Along with the dragon roar, the world transformed yet again. The dragon soul protection that was contaminated by Chaos shattered and disappeared swiftly, revealing the pitch-black night sky as the dome of heaven. Clear, silver-whitish moonlight spilled and illuminated the lands.

Bahamut's clone transformed into a dragon as well.

The immense dragon fills your vision, its every scale glinting like obsidian in the dim light. Its body stretches longer than a castle wall, thick and powerful, with muscles that ripple beneath its armored hide. Each leg is a pillar, tipped with razor-sharp claws that could tear through stone.

Its wings, when unfurled, would blot out the sun. The leathery membrane stretches taut, vast enough to be a sail for a galleon ship. Spines run along the leading edge, forming a deadly fringe that could shred anything that came too close.

A plume of smoke, thick and acrid, billows from its nostrils, each exhale a tremor in the air. Its eyes, like molten gold, pierce the darkness, holding an intelligence that chills you to the bone. A crest of wicked horns adorns its head, each one a deadly weapon. Its teeth, bared in a silent roar, are like jagged swords, gleaming with an otherworldly sheen.

This is no mere beast; it's a force of nature, a living legend made flesh. The very air vibrates with its power, a primal energy that thrums through your bones and makes your heart pound in your chest.

Taking the air, he tried locating Alex's position but failed, suddenly sensing an attack coming his way, he retaliated with his own attack, another dragon's breath,

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, the entire world shook as the two dragon's breath collided. The ground trembled and the air ruptured. The collision of forces invisible to the naked eye caused space to twist and deform. An empty void began to reveal itself. The undulation and flow of energy poured from above. The aftermath of this clash lashed the vast land. Along with explosions of vibrant, colorful brilliance, the solid ground fissured. Hard soil and rock shattered fast under the great, crushing force, vanishing from sight.

It was a declaration of war, the final was about to unfold.