Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1628  Chapter 1447: Advance

A few days later after the post war meeting inside Alex's fortress, a new day had begun.

As the radiant beams of sunlight pierced through the abyssal darkness, the desolate land was bathed in a brilliant glow. The once impenetrable night sky swiftly yielded to the relentless brilliance, cutting through the shadows with a merciless, razor-sharp edge. The undead creatures, caught off guard by this assault, raised their heads in bewilderment, their vacant gazes fixed upon the blinding golden light. Perhaps their prolonged existence in darkness had dulled their reflexes, for they stood frozen, unable to react to the searing radiance... but it mattered little.

Their fate had already been sealed.

The golden brilliance coalesced into an unstoppable force, surging forward like a tidal wave, consuming everything in its path. A blinding beam of energy erupted, long overdue, from the abyssal chasms, as invisible and colossal palms gouged tunnels through the sandy terrain, unleashing a barrage of relentless shockwaves. Deafening echoes reverberated through the air, while supersonic gales swept in all directions, shattering the earth, causing it to fissure and crumble.

Finally regaining their senses, the undead creatures retaliated with ferocious roars, liches wielding their arcane staves and uttering profane incantations. A dark and foreboding magical barrier materialized, accompanied by a putrid, pitch-black cloud that obscured the sun. Death knights charged forward on their steeds, while skeletal soldiers, their scarlet eyes glinting with madness, advanced, seeking to obliterate all in their path.

But then, the brilliance descended.

A colossal, intersecting cascade of magical radiance swept across the land, its unrivaled force leaving no room for ordinary beings to defend themselves. The painstakingly crafted magical barrier shattered like fragile eggshells, reduced to powder in a matter of seconds. The pure energy devoured and dismantled everything in its wake, scorching the land to an inky blackness, eradicating even the faintest traces of life. In this vast expanse, only emptiness remained.

"The second round of the Delusion Rainbow has been unleashed, my Lord."

"Give them the third!"

From the command room of the magical warship, Alex surveyed the charred landscape below. Though the land had been reduced to ash, he remained vigilant, unwilling to lower his guard.

"I want to uplift the entire Dali's Kingdom! This isn't a metaphor, exaggeration, or delusion! I want everything to disappear from the Dali's Kingdom! Kill on sight—anything that stops you! Blast off any mountain and flatten all rivers ahead! Raze the kingdom to the ground! When I step into the land of the kingdom, I want to see no obstacles until the end of the horizon! Keep bombarding them! After the third round of blasts, send out the magician knights and carry out a raid. I don't want to see any enemies alive!"

Alongside the ferocious growls of Alex, the colossal magical warship seamlessly blended into the celestial expanse. Its immense steel cannons, positioned on both sides of the lower hull, tirelessly rotated, expelling billowing clouds of white-hot steam. In an instant, the muzzles of these cannons ignited with an intense and concentrated magical radiance. Twirling enchantments materialized before the towering cannons, reaching heights that dwarfed even three humans combined. With a deafening boom, the magical beams were unleashed, streaking across the horizon towards the distant land. The flat earth swelled like a balloon, and the energy within the magical beams surged to its climax before erupting violently. Terrifying scarlet fireballs erupted instantaneously, accompanied by pitch-black mushroom clouds that billowed forth, riding the crest of the shockwaves. Before the valiant undead defenders could react, they were reduced to swirling ashes, carried aloft by the swirling winds and shimmering stars before gently descending to the ground. The explosions orchestrated a symphony of destruction, their rhythmic beauty reminiscent of a sacred pipe organ resonating within hallowed halls. The deep tones of the organ reverberated through one's being, captivating their spirit and essence, while releasing dazzling flashes, flames, and thunderous rolls akin to a grand symphony.

"———! Leader, you are truly awe-inspiring!" exclaimed Maggie, unable to contain her admiration.

Grinning at the spectacle, she added, "That's the way it should be! Aerial bombardments, followed by ground advancements from our armored vehicles!"

Cecilia gripped the railing tightly, her eyes fixed on the desolate land below. There was nothing left but scorched earth, devoid of any signs of life. Alex's plan was bold and borderline insane. With a fleet of twelve magic warships and the combined forces of the Renner Kingdom and his own territory, he aimed to march forward, crushing any enemies in their path with brute force. Their goal was to eliminate the Chaos that had been unleashed by the Dark Dragon. Alex knew that simply killing the Dark Dragon wouldn't be enough to stop the spread of Chaos. It would only lead to more trouble. By advancing together, they could contain the Chaos and prevent further destruction.

The sky reverberated with the thunderous sound of cannon blasts, sending plumes of smoke into the air. The battlefield was ablaze with the fiery red hues of destruction. At first glance, it seemed like the undead army had been obliterated by the relentless barrage. But Alex knew better. The undead were far from weak. If a mere twelve magic warships could wipe them out, the Kingsley's Kingdom and Renner Kingdom wouldn't have suffered under the dominance of the Dali's Kingdom for so long.

Suddenly, a piercing cry echoed through the air.

"Gaaaa——!"

Everyone turned their attention to the source of the sound. They watched in awe as a massive cloud emerged on the distant horizon, blotting out the sky as it soared towards the magic warships.

"Report, my Lord. Soul griffins sighted ahead!"

"Hmph."

Alex scoffed at the news, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword.

"Unleash everything we've got! Show no mercy! Crush those damn birds!" Alex commanded, his voice filled with determination. "Activate the Order's defensive enchantment field and bring forth the power of the Holy Maiden Statues!"

A pure, luminous energy filled the air, cutting through the pervasive darkness that shrouded the sun. Despite the oppressive gloom, the radiance of holiness illuminated the battlefield like a guiding beacon. The Holy Statues positioned at the forefront of the magic warships raised their arms, creating concentric circles of brilliant halos that rippled outwards. The warships themselves gleamed with a sacred, ethereal light, forming a line of dazzling brilliance. The expanding waves of energy intertwined, forming a crystal-like barrier that appeared as delicate as a cicada's wings. One couldn't help but worry that a mere stone could shatter it into pieces. However, it didn't take long for the thin barrier to prove its worth.

The soul griffins relentlessly hurled themselves at the crystal barrier, their claws and beaks aiming to break through. But to their dismay, the barrier remained unyielding. Instead, as soon as they made contact with the barrier, they were engulfed in holy white flames and reduced to ashes, their anguished screeches filling the air. The sky beca spectacle of countless white flames, shimmering like stars. Despite their injuries, the soul griffins showed no signs of retreat. Wave after wave, they continued to assault the crystal barrier above the magic warships, only to be repelled by blinding beams of magical cannon fire. Yet, the gaps they left behind were quickly filled, as if they never existed.

Boom! Boom!

The sky was ablaze with flashes of magic, cannon blasts, and death, creating a unique and terrifying scene. Suddenly, the soul griffins cto an abrupt halt, turning around in unison. Like a school of fish changing direction in the ocean, they retreated back from whence they came. Alex furrowed his brow, observing the unexpected turn of events.

In that moment, a fleet of warships emerged in the misty air. The ships were battered and bore unrepaired holes in their hulls. The dense spiritual mist that enveloped them lifted the hulls, creating the illusion of waves pushing them forward. These were none other than the Ghost Fleet, the formidable airborne weapons of the Dali's Kingdom.