Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1845: Chapter 1635: Gun-Kata Mode

Chapter 1845: Chapter 1635: Gun-Kata Mode



On his way back to his floating fortress, Alex received a report of unusual activity in a nearby village. Upon his arrival, he found the village cast in a gloomy atmosphere. A quick stop at the adventurers' guild informed him that several villagers had recently gone missing. The source of these disappearances had been traced to the underworld-a group of dark mages, hoping to gain favor with the Chaos organization, was behind it all.@@@@

As night fell, Alex donned his black cloak and slipped into the shadows, disappearing as he made his way toward the enemy's hidden base.

Arriving like a shadow, Alex slipped silently into the enemy's stronghold.

With a flick of his hand, he summoned his silver gun, Silveria, its polished surface gleaming

faintly even in the dark. Concentrating for a moment, he activated Xerox, creating an exact duplicate in his other hand.

"Time for some fun!"

Armed with his twin guns, he moved forward, merging with the shadows, each step calculated, deadly.

He entered the main hall where several dark mages patrolled, their auras crackling with dark energy. They noticed him too late-a blur of motion with only the gleam of silver revealing his presence. The mages unleashed spells, fiery bolts and shadowy tendrils streaking toward him. Alex dodged with precise, fluid movements, slipping between the spells as if anticipating them before they were cast.

The first mage raised his staff, summoning a wave of fire that roared across the hall. Alex dodged, sidestepping the flames with uncanny precision as he fired the ice bullet.

Bang!

The shot streaked toward the mage, an arc of frost trailing in its wake. It hit, freezing the mage solid mid-cast, the flames extinguished as he shattered into icy shards.

Two others charged at him, their spells gathering energy in their hands. Alex was faster. He loaded a lightning round, feeling the hum of power as he pulled the trigger. The bullet split into crackling bolts of blue energy, tearing through the air and striking both mages simultaneously. Their bodies convulsed as the electricity surged through them, and they fell to the ground, smoke rising from their robes.

But the dark mages kept coming, a small army of them spilling into the hall in a desperate attempt to stop him. Alex moved like a specter of death, his face impassive, his body fluid. He loaded a fire round and fired, releasing a flaming bullet that exploded in a burst of heat, sending a wave of flames over a group of mages who tried to trap him with a barrier spell. They screamed as the fire consumed them, their dark magic unable to withstand the wrath of his elemental rounds.

They attempted to surround him, their spells darkening the air, binding sigils flashing as they tried to trap him in place. But Alex was a storm of death incarnate. He loaded a wind round, the air itself seeming to shudder as he fired, unleashing a swirling vortex that tore through the ranks, scattering them like leaves. He danced between them, a blur of black and silver, each step closer to his enemies' doom.

The leader of the dark mages stepped forward, his aura of power unmistakable, his hands already glowing with dark energy. Alex tilted his head, calmly reloading, this time with an earth round. The leader's incantation reached its peak, a wave of dark energy surging toward him. Alex fired. The earth bullet struck the ground, erupting into jagged stone spikes that shot up and deflected the incoming spell. With a quick pivot, Alex took another shot, the earth bullet slamming into the leader, encasing him in stone.

One by one, the remaining mages fell, Alex's movements relentless, his aim flawless. He was unstoppable, moving like the very embodiment of death, his gun an extension of his will. Finally, as the last mage hit the ground, Alex straightened, his gaze cold and unyielding as he scanned the empty, ruined hall.

In the silence that followed, the last traces of elemental energy faded from the air. Alex holstered his gun, his expression unreadable as he turned away, leaving the remnants of the dark mage stronghold in silence, a single shadow against the pale dawn outside.