Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1598 - 1420: Mugen no Kaze/Jigen no rōgoku

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.

Gracier turned her head into the otherʼs direction. Each was fighting a group of enemy. There was a quite a distance between each of them as if the enemy arbitrarily did this, maybe they thought theyʼd destabilize them and win if they were to separate them and this belief couldnʼt be more wrong.

Gracier was not in the hurry to join the other, she calmly waited.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a hush fell over the world. The vibrant hues of day softened into an embrace of twilight, painted with strokes of lavender and indigo. The sky, once a vibrant canvas, transformed into a velvety expanse, where the moon, a solitary pearl, hung suspended with ethereal grace.

It bathed the land in a gentle luminescence, coaxing out nocturnal whispers from rustling leaves and chirping crickets. The world, cloaked in this tranquil tapestry of sight and sound, succumbed to the gentle caress of the night.

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Meanwhile, ten kilometers north to Gracieʼs actual position,Sakuya was surrounded by hundreds of enemies, humans, elves and demons. Some wielded magic some weapons. Sakuya stood calmly between holding her two katanas. Not only would use her katanas she will also use her magic, be it the Wind element or the space element.

Wind magic surrounded her body and she suddenly disappeared in a thin air, enemies were left bewildered, their attacks striking nothing but empty space. Little did they know, Sakuya had tapped into the power of the space element, allowing her to manipulate the fabric of reality itself.

In this ethereal state, Sakuya could move swiftly and silently, her every step leaving a trail of shimmering stardust.

Reappearing behind her unsuspecting foes, Sakuyaʼs katanas danced with deadly precision. With each swift strike, the air crackled and shimmered, as if the very elements were in awe of her prowess. Her blades sliced through the enemy ranks, their bodies falling lifeless to the ground.

But Sakuyaʼs battle was far from over. As more enemies closed in, she unleashed the might of the Wind element.

ʼʼMugen No Kazeʼʼ (Eternal Wind)

A gust of cyclonic force erupted from her palms, sending her adversaries flying in all directions. The sheer power of her magic tore through the battlefield, leaving chaos and destruction in its wake.

With her enemies momentarily stunned, Sakuya seized the opportunity to gather her strength. She closed her eyes, channeling the energy of the elements around her. The wind whispered secrets of the battlefield, guiding her next move, while the space element granted her the ability to foresee her opponentsʼ actions.

As the enemies regrouped and charged towards her, Sakuyaʼs black abyss like eyes snapped open. Time seemed to slow down as she gracefully dodged and parried each attack, her katanas moving in perfect synchronization. Her movements were a blur, her strikes precise and lethal. The combination of her unparalleled swordsmanship and mastery over the elements made her an unstoppable force.

The battlefield became a symphony of chaos and destruction, with Sakuya at its center. The enemies, once confident in their numbers, now trembled in fear as they witnessed the true extent of her power. With every swing of her katanas and every surge of her magic, Sakuyaʼs resolve grew stronger.

Though outnumbered and surrounded, Sakuya remained calm and focused. She knew that victory was within her grasp. With a final flourish of her blades, she unleashed a devastating wave of wind and space magic, obliterating her enemies and leaving nothing but silence in its aftermath.

Sakuya stood alone on the battlefield, her katanas sheathed and her body radiating with a gentle aura. The wind whispered its gratitude, swirling around her in a gentle embrace. She had proven herself to be a warrior of unparalleled skill and a master of the elements. As she surveyed the scene before her, a faint smile graced her lips.

The battle may have been won, but Sakuya knew that her journey was far from over.

The battlefield lay silent, a macabre tableau painted in moonlight and gore. Hundreds lay still, their final breaths mingling with the metallic tang of spilled blood. A hollow victory, Sakuya thought, the taste of ashes in her mouth. But the respite was fleeting. An ominous tremor snaked through the earth, shattering the fragile peace.

From the ground erupted a behemoth, cloaked in inky shadow. Its form rippled and writhed, defiance embodied, its eyes embers burning with unholy light. A Yotengu, a demon born of nightmares and whispers. Its laughter, a guttural rasp, echoed across the carnage.

”So, the mortal who dances with the wind dares grace me with her presence. Let us see if your twirling blades can withstand the embrace of my darkness as I appears after a while to grace the world of my noble presence.”

With inhuman speed, the Yotengu materialized before her, twin katanas wreathed in crackling shadows. Sakuya met its gaze, her lips curving into a smile that held no warmth. ”I may dance with the wind,” she countered, her voice a blade of ice, ”but tonight, I waltz with oblivion.”

The clash was a tempest of steel and darkness.

Clangs! Clangs!

Sakuya, a whirlwind of emerald light, deflected the Yotenguʼs strikes with impossible grace. Every clang resonated through her bones, the shadows whispering insidious doubts, sapping at her strength. But she wouldnʼt falter.

If she were to fall here, many innocents would die and she would feel ashamed, beside she was having fun, she gotta play to her heart content, she must lose when the others were performing exceptionally well she could tell, fueled with an unyielding resolve and the thirst for battle, Sakuyaʼs mind barrier got strengthened even more.

With renewed vigor, she unleashed a fury of wind-infused strikes, pushing the Yotengu back. Her blades, shimmering with a borrowed emerald glow, sang a song of defiance. But the demon was relentless, its dark aura a suffocating shroud, threatening to extinguish her flickering flame.

Just as despair threatened to take hold, she saw an opening. With a flick of her wrist, she vanished in a ripple of space, reappearing behind the Yotengu.

ʼʼMugen no Kazeʼʼ

Her katanas, imbued with the force of a thousand gales, slammed into its back, tearing through the obsidian flesh.

ʼʼGrarrrrrr!!!!!!”

The demon roared, a sound of unimaginable pain, its form flickering like a dying flame.

She knew time was a luxury she couldnʼt afford.

ʼʼJigen no rōgokuʼʼ (Dimensional Prison)

Channeling the very fabric of space, she wove a cage of swirling distortions around the Yotengu, severing its connection to the abyss. Trapped, vulnerable, it writhed in silent fury. This was her moment.

Gathering every ounce of remaining strength, Sakuya unleashed a final, desperate blow.

ʼʼDimensional Slash!ʼʼ

Her blades crossed, forming a blazing X, a miniature storm erupting from the point of convergence. The force cleaved through the void, severing the Yotenguʼs connection to the darkness.

ʼʼ!!!!!”

A scream, raw and primal, echoed through the shattered space as the demon dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind only the scent of ozone and burnt feathers.

Sakuya collapsed, her body a broken vessel, her spirit frayed but unbroken. The moon, witness to her struggle, dipped towards the horizon, painting the battlefield in hues of dawn. With each ragged breath, she felt the wind caress her wounds, whispering solace and strength.

This was not the end, merely a chapter closed in a never-ending story. She would rise again, stronger, her resolve tempered in the fires of battle. For the wind still whispered, carrying tales of hope and resilience, and as long as it sang, her spirit, like the dawn, would ever rise again.

The battlefield, now bathed in the gentle glow of morning, echoed not with the cries of war, but with the soft sigh of the wind, a lullaby for the dead and a promise for the living. Sakuya stood, a figure etched against the rising sun, a testament to the enduring spirit that danced with the wind and embraced even the darkest oblivion.

ʼʼOps! Thatʼs cringe to think like that. It does suit me. I hope the other are doing fine. Gotta join them.ʼʼ

[Level up!]

Sakuya felt refreshed after hearing the level up notification. Finally, she has reached lvl 200.