Death Guns In Another World - Chapter 1651: Humiliation

Madeline delicately touched the page, her finger gliding across the surface without making a sound. As her finger made contact, the characters etched on the paper began to glow with a soft, mesmerizing light, each one emitting a different hue. With a graceful motion, she extended her arm, and the characters lifted off the page, swirling and dancing around her finger in a dazzling display. The heavy tome, seemingly alive, flipped its pages as if guided by an invisible hand, revealing a cascade of mysterious runes that floated in the air.

Anna observed the spectacle with a subtle raise of her eyebrow. As an Undead, she possessed an extraordinary sense for magic and energy. She could feel the immense power gathering on Madeline’s fingertip, a mixture of magical, spiritual, and sacred energies resonating from the intricate runes. But there was something else, a faint aura of death lingering within the power, indicating the presence of undead energy. It was a convergence of different powers, all harnessed by Madeline.

“How is she able to do that?” Anna wondered silently.

Despite her lack of experience in this realm, Anna understood that the purity and strength of a power determined its potency. Ordinarily, attempting to bring together such diverse energies would result in a catastrophic clash or failure. Yet, Madeline seemed to effortlessly control the powers, maintaining a delicate balance. Anna also noticed another intriguing aspect – although the powers remained separate, they were bound together by an unseen force, each maintaining its distinct identity.

Anna stood in awe as Madeline took control, her movements akin to that of a maestro conducting a symphony. With her right index finger held high, her half-closed eyes shimmered with a mischievous glint. In a swift motion, she gently traced her finger downward.

In an instant, everything changed.

The Bahamut clone was caught off guard, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. His vision was consumed by an unparalleled brilliance, a blinding light that obscured everything else. The surging power transformed into an unstoppable force, rushing forward and devouring everything in its path. Ion, feeling a sense of unprecedented fear, tensed up as the overwhelming and violent energy filled the air. Even though he was concealed within the veil of Chaos, a shiver ran down his spine, as if his entire body had turned to ice. He hastily retreated, forgetting to give commands to his troops. This was the first time he had experienced such profound terror.

In the past, he had exerted his dominance over the inhabitants of this world, viewing them as mere playthings for his amusement. They were no match for him, except perhaps Alex who had the potential to bring about some changes if it was he started this game but even so he believed he would be the final winner like always. But deep within Bahamut’s clone mind, a new sensation arose – fear. He felt like a small boat, trembling in the face of towering waves. These waves, dozens of meters high, were slowly and steadily approaching, forming an imposing barrier that loomed above the sea with unwavering certainty. It was a sight that instilled a sense of impending doom, no matter how hard one fought to survive.

Suddenly, the brilliance faded away.

Bahamut’s clone was left speechless with fear. Before him, the massive Chaos army, stretching from the edge of the Chaos lands to the base of the city walls, disintegrated into ashes and dust, leaving no trace of corpses or wreckage. The land was marked by pitch-black burn scars, and the powerful onslaught had created deep potholes in the once flat ground. From a distance, it resembled a blue ocean rippling with waves…

“This…” He muttered, his face contorting into a twisted expression. He never anticipated that the enemy possessed such an overwhelming force! Not only were the Chaos creatures eradicated, but the entire battlefront was wiped clean. This power was far beyond that of any ordinary mortal!

While Bahamut’s clone was in a state of shock, Anna observed Madeline with a similar intensity. In that moment, Madeline appeared to be on the verge of falling asleep, but Anna’s estimation of her abilities multiplied exponentially. It was not entirely implausible for Madeline to annihilate so many Chaos creatures in an instant. However, such an act would undoubtedly drain a significant amount of her strength. Yet, upon closer inspection, Madeline showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.

This was precisely why Alex had entrusted her with this task. Her hidden class seemed tailor-made for such battles. Although she may not have had any advantages at the start of the fight, as the battle progressed, her formidable strength would undoubtedly become a decisive factor. From this perspective, Madeline alone could single-handedly take on a well-equipped army with overwhelming firepower.

The previous attack was, in fact, a culmination and fusion of offensive skills accumulated over an hour of battle. Just that one attack alone was enough to deliver a fatal blow to a Dragon. Based on this fact, Madeline was undeniably a lethal weapon in the later stages of battle, unmatched by anyone else.

“Attack… Attack!” Bahamut’s clone’s voice quivered, unsure whether it was driven by fear or anger. He hastily shouted his command. Meanwhile, the Chaos creatures showed no signs of stopping. To them, this attack, which could decimate ordinary armies, had no significant effect. Perhaps to the Chaos creatures, it was inconsequential. However, at that moment, some of the Chaos Lords seemed to lose interest in the fight. Whether they were weary of this “game” or had other motives, two Chaos Lords left the battlefield shortly after, retreating in the wake of the Horned Behemoth. Although the remaining Chaos Lords continued their assault, they appeared somewhat feeble…

“Damn them, those bastards!”

Witnessing the departure of the Chaos Lords without so much as a goodbye, Bahamut’s clone erupted in a fit of rage and nearly lost his sanity. When had he ever experienced such a profound humiliation in the past?

Having realized the unreliability of Chaos creatures, Bahamut’s clone was beyond enraged, he thought it was because he wasn’t the real deal, if the real Bahamut was here it would have been different maybe.

Meanwhile, Madeline acknowledged that their departure had brought some relief to the steel city wall. With Madeline’s previous orders and the army taking intermittent breaks, the Chaos creatures were given a slight respite, allowing them to gather at the base of the city walls. However, if the army had engaged in a full-on assault and collaborated with the undead army, it would have been expected for the Chaos creatures to hesitate in venturing beyond the realm of Chaos.

Realizing that his aggressive approach had failed and that the enemies were not on the brink of defeat, Bahamut’s clone felt a mix of frustration and anger. He questioned why the enemies had not unleashed their full power from the beginning and only did so when they were in a desperate situation. Doubts began to cloud his mind, and he wondered if he had made a wrong choice.

As he consoled himself with the hope of still having a chance to win, he sent out more Chaos creatures into the battlefield. However, his hopes were shattered when Madeline mercilessly wiped out the second wave of Chaos creatures. The borders of Chaos began to tremble and crumble under the overwhelming counterattack. It became evident to Ion that he had been deceived from the start. The enemies had been playing him, luring him into a false sense of victory.

The realization filled him with a burning rage, and he clenched his fists tightly. The anger surged within him, fueled by the sense of betrayal.

“I can’t believe I’ve been played,” he seethed with fury.