Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1714 - 1531: Goddess Manifestion 2

Luna, her golden eyes now burning with a cold fury, channeled her magic. A surge of power coursed through her veins, enhancing her strength and speed to superhuman levels. Gone was the gentle shepherd, replaced by a warrior angel, her white cloak a whirlwind of righteous wrath.

With a deafening crack, she shattered the staff she took out earlier into two wickedly pointed shards. The raw magic pulsed around them, a dangerous aura that sent shivers down the spines of even the most ferocious monsters.

The first goblin unfortunate enough to cross her path didnʼt even see it coming. Luna moved with the speed of a striking viper, appearing beside the creature in a blur of white. A single, brutal swing of her makeshift spear sent the goblinʼs kneecap shattering with a sickening crunch. Its pained shriek was cut short as the other shard found its mark, burying itself deep into the creatureʼs skull.

There was no time for remorse, no hesitation. This was a war of extermination, and Luna, fueled by the pain inflicted on this once-proud city, became the instrument of vengeance. Another goblin, its eyes wide with terror, lunged at her with a rusty dagger. But Luna was too fast.

She sidestepped the clumsy attack with inhuman agility, using her momentum to slam the butt of her makeshift spear into the goblinʼs chest. The creature let out a strangled gasp as its ribs caved in, its lifeless body flung backwards like a discarded ragdoll.

The monstrous horde, initially stunned by the Saintessʼ transformation, roared in fury. A hulking ogre, its club raised high, charged towards her. But Luna was like the Angel of death, a storm in the ruins. She danced around the lumbering beast, her white cloak a mocking blur against the backdrop of shattered stone.

With a savage grin, she used the ogreʼs own momentum against it.

Bang!

A well-placed kick sent the giant stumbling off balance. Before it could recover, Luna was upon it. One shard plunged into its exposed ankle, the other into its massive, bulbous eye. The ogre roared in pain, a sound that shook the foundations of the nearby buildings. It clawed at its face, its club falling harmlessly to the ground.

But Luna wasnʼt finished. With a cold efficiency that belied her once gentle nature, she finished the job. A final, brutal thrust of her makeshift spear found the creatureʼs heart, sending a tremor through its massive body as it collapsed to the ground with a deafening thud.

The slaughter continued. Luna, a terrifying angel of vengeance, moved through the monstrous ranks like a reaper through a field of wheat. Every blow was precise, every attack calculated. Her once-gentle smile had morphed into a chilling grimace, a testament to the horrors she had witnessed and the fury they had ignited within her.

The monsters, who had reveled in their conquest, now found themselves hunted, their fear a palpable presence that hung heavy in the air. This isnʼt how a Saintess should behave; this was a warrior goddess, and her wrath was a terrible and beautiful sight to behold. Finally they understood why she was nicknamed the Mad Saintess, no Saintess of Slaughter should be the most appropriate nickname.

Blood and sweat slicked Lunaʼs skin, a baptism of violence she never sought. Her white cloak, once pristine, was now a macabre tapestry, stained with the crimson of countless slain monsters. Yet, despite the brutality, her movements grew more precise, more efficient. She danced a deadly ballet amidst the carnage, a storm of controlled fury carving a path towards the cityʼs heart.

As she neared the Ribeira district, the chaos reached a fever pitch. The air crackled with raw magic, monstrous roars weaving a horrifying symphony. From a nearby rooftop, Luna finally saw it – the heart of the monstrous infestation. Thousands of creatures, a writhing sea of teeth and claws, swarmed the center of the city.

Ogres, orcs, drakes, and goblins, their ranks bolstered by imposing troll brutes and winged harpies, reveled in their conquest.

Despair threatened to engulf Luna, but she wouldnʼt succumb. With a deep breath, she channeled her power. The ground trembled as she levitated, her ascent mirroring the rising hope in the hearts of the scattered survivors witnessing this spectacle.

Reaching a staggering height, Luna bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Her white hair, windswept and crimson-stained, framed her resolute face. Closing her eyes, she murmured an ancient incantation, a plea for divine intervention.

”11th Tier Holy Magic: Goddess Manifestation!ʼʼ

The world pulsed with energy as Lunaʼs golden eyes snapped open, blazing with celestial power as she used her strongest skill.

RUMBLE!

A deafening rumble echoed through the sky, followed by a blinding flash of golden light. When the radiance subsided, a gasp of awe escaped the Saintessʼ lips.

High above the city, shimmering with an otherworldly glow, stood a colossal manifestation of Luna herself. This ethereal goddess, forged from pure light, towered over the ruined city, its golden halo casting a radiant glow upon the battlefield. Its hands gripped an enormous bow, its form a perfect replica of the Saintessʼ staff, now magnified to a divine scale.

A collective cry of terror arose from the monstrous horde. Goblins cowered, shielding their eyes from the celestial spectacle. Even the most ferocious creatures – trolls and harpies alike – fell to their knees, overwhelmed by the divine presence.

A voice, powerful yet calming, resonated across the battlefield. It was Lunaʼs voice, yet imbued with a celestial echo that vibrated through the very bones of the monsters.

”The Goddess said… Let there be light!”

The colossal bow within the goddessʼ hand drew back, aiming at the twilight sky. A massive arrow, formed from pure, condensed light, materialized on the string.

With an earth-shattering crack, the bow released, the arrow soaring high into the heavens.

SWOOSH!

But this wasnʼt a single attack. As the arrow reached its apex, it erupted into a terrifying cascade of light. Millions of smaller arrows, each a condensed beam of holy energy, rained down upon the monstrous horde below. They descended like a divine downpour, annihilating everything in their path.

ʼʼ!”

Screams, mercifully brief, were drowned out by the deafening crackle of holy energy.

Goblins and ogres alike were reduced to ash in an instant, their monstrous forms vaporized in the face of such raw divinity.

Luna, the Saintess, watched the scene below with a serene expression. Yet, this wasnʼt a benevolent smile. It was a chilling display of power, an angel of condemnation wielding the fury of a goddess. The monsters who had reveled in their conquest now faced the ultimate consequence, their dominion wiped out in a single, cleansing strike.

The monstrous tide was broken, its remnants left whimpering and defeated. But the battle was far from over. The scars of war ran deep, and the city of Porto would forever bear the marks of this horrific invasion. Yet, amidst the ruins, a flicker of hope remained. Whatever the situation, theyʼd prevail and rise from their ashes like phoenix.