Death Guns In Another World

The night sky draped the land in a serene tranquility, casting a soft glow from the gentle moonlight above. Everything lay in a timeless slumber, as if the world had surrendered to an eternal peace. With a single glance, one could witness the gentle blades of grass swaying like undulating waves, dancing in harmony with the caress of the breeze. It was as if the moonlight had transformed the earth into a vast emerald sea, stretching endlessly towards the end of the world.

The end of the world.

Atop the towering sentinel, Alex stood tall, his gaze fixed upon the horizon where the somber darkness of the night stood in stark contrast. A thick veil of pristine white fog surged forward relentlessly, only to retreat upon encountering an ethereal barrier of transparent glass. The time had come to embark on the final battle, to bring an end to this relentless struggle.

Many week later.

Lurking in the Chaos fog, Bahamut's clone overlooked the large spread of land before him, his eyes glinting in an unknown and eager flash. He sensed the formidable strength of Chaos cruising in his body. At a glance, everything had succumbed to his power. This was true power. He didn't borrow this power from anyone—it belonged to him entirely instead. No one could steal this power away from him! He used to look forward to it so much, and didn't expect to fulfill his wish in this rather ironic fashion. But no matter what, he had done it and now, he also possessed a strong, formidable army. The light barrier was also destroyed by the contamination of Chaos. And next, he only had to dispatch his army, and he could dominate the land before him in the shortest time possible!

"Get ready…"

Standing on the shoulder of the Skeleton Giant, Bahamut's clone raised one arm before ordering.

"Attack!"

The realm was thrust into chaos as portals materialized in the sky, one after another, unleashing hordes of grotesque creatures from the depths of the unknown. These abominations, though once deceased, now took on a myriad of twisted forms and sizes. Some possessed insectoid lower halves, while others were fused together, boasting three upper bodies and five pairs of arms. Death knights melded with their mounts, morphing into armored centaur-like beings that exuded an aura of darkness. The Abominations, grotesque in their towering stature, resembled fleshy hills that trembled with each step, shaking the very foundation of the land. Above, countless soul griffins soared, dominating the skies with their ethereal presence. Yet, tainted by the forces of chaos, these majestic creatures underwent a grotesque transformation. What were once skeletal beings now bore rotten flesh that hung from their bodies, resembling more feral beasts than graceful birds. Dark green liquid oozed from their razor-sharp claws, staining the earth with each movement, causing the once vibrant grasslands to wither and decay. The vibrant colors of life were drained, replaced by an eerie transformation.

The undead creatures finally launched their attack. They let out sharp screeches. Soul griffins sprinkled their pungent, filthy blood, forging ahead like stormy dark clouds. Right below them, the hill-like Abominations marched forward with tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers clustering around them. At the back were death knights that had turned into centaurs.

At the same time, hiding somewhere Alex gave the order to attack.

Swish———!

At that moment, the blue spiritual flames at the peak of the guard tower exploded suddenly, turning into a dazzling blue light column. Upon witnessing the blue light column, the army standing above the city walls burst out in loud cheers. Frankly, there actually weren't many of them around. Alex had only sent out 6,000 of them for this defensive line. However, the army was split into groups of 10 and were responsible for each section of the city walls, which clearly showed the lack in manpower. However, they seemed much more pumped and passionate than the ice-cold undead creatures. A burst of cheers sounded from a distance, echoing clearly in the silent night. Upon hearing the cheers, the corners of Madeline's mouth perked up slightly into a smile. For some unknown reason, the battle had just begun and both sides hadn't come into contact, but the people on her side were so confident as though they had already won…

How interesting.

"Huhuhu…!"

As the horde of undead creatures surged forward, the prairie fought back. The once peaceful grass, standing at a meter tall, swiftly ensnared many of the creatures in its grasp. However, the moment the soft-looking grass trapped the undead, their true nature was revealed. With thunderous cracks, the grass crushed the skeletal soldiers into dust, their remains sinking into the soil as the grass pulled them down.

Just as the grass launched its own assault on the Chaos army, dark clouds of soul griffins descended upon the prairie. Sprinkling a foul liquid, the once indestructible grass lost its strength. It withered and turned yellow, devoid of vitality. Breaking free from their restraints, the Chaos army pressed on, showing no signs of stopping.

"Attack! Trample them! Annihilate them! This world shall belong to Chaos!"

Witnessing the scene, Bahamut's clone grew exhilarated, his eyes turning bloodshot. He envisioned his Chaos army breaking through the enemy's defenses and infiltrating their base. Although he acknowledged the young strategist's intelligence, he believed her power to be lacking.

But now, it was time for her to witness the true might of Chaos.

"Hum!"

In that moment, Bahamut's clone beheld a crimson beam of light descending from the heavens, landing in the heart of his Chaos army. Staring blankly at the sight, he couldn't fathom its nature. Yet, a sense of uncertainty washed over him as he laid eyes upon it.

BOOM!

In an instant, chaos erupted. A brilliant ring of fire encircled a scarlet light column, spreading with a force that seemed unstoppable. Towering flames, reaching hundreds of meters high, surged in every direction, consuming the Chaos army like a crashing wave. Even the soul griffins, hovering in the air, were unable to escape the wrath of this fiery attack. Their bodies were engulfed in flames, causing them to shriek in agony. The sky transformed into a spinning, flowing, and blazing river, while the soul griffins desperately tried to avoid the fiery ambush, to no avail. Strangely, the flames clung to their bodies like bubble gum, unable to be extinguished by the filthy liquid that covered them. As the soul griffins struggled, countless flares erupted, igniting the Chaos Creatures both in the sky and on the ground.

Witnessing this terrifying spectacle, Bahamut narrowed his eyes, realizing that these were no ordinary flames. Their effects were far too powerful to be explained by conventional means. It became evident that these flames were infused with the power of Light, a force only wielded by the most formidable beings capable of merging rule power with elements to unleash devastating attacks.

Puzzled by this phenomenon, Bahamut's clone was about to question what was happening when an even more chilling scene unfolded before his eyes. A frigid wind swept across the prairie, causing patches of white snow to flutter in the air. In an instant, an endless snowstorm descended upon the Chaos army, its crystal-clear snowflakes razor-sharp and mercilessly piercing through the skeleton soldiers. Even the Abominations, known for their impenetrable skin, were defenseless against the onslaught of these menacing snowflakes. Ghastly wounds marred their bodies, and putrid, pitch-black blood gushed from their injuries.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Simultaneously, dazzling bolts of lightning erupted from the ground, forming a massive net of electricity that spanned hundreds of meters. Countless blinding lightning bolts danced across from one Chaos creature to another. Within the blink of an eye, those caught in the electrifying web were reduced to dust, vanishing from existence before they had a chance to fight back.

"Seriously, what is happening?!" Bahamut's clone exclaimed in disbelief. Flames, lightning, snowstorms, and various other magical phenomena engulfed his Chaos army, each possessing a power that surpassed that of elemental lords—the highest-ranking beings in the realm of Light. Hundreds of magical emanations flickered, indicating the presence of numerous entities wielding the same authority as the elemental lords.