Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1016 - 953: The World Summit

ʼʼWhen will you marry her?” She immediately brought this question which made Alex spit his tea as he didnʼt expect this question. This question was too sudden, so he was caught off guard still; he answered.

ʼʼWhen everything will calm down. I will hold a great wedding, and everyone will be invited.ʼʼ

ʼʼIʼm looking forward to that day.ʼʼ The empress said with a gentle smile. She was indeed looking forward to such a day.

Alex was shocked beyond words; he had expected some rebuttal, but unexpectedly the empress didnʼt say anything; she quickly accepted his answer, which made Alex feel grateful.

ʼʼPlease see my daughter as soon as you leave the palace; you must quickly improve your strength. Please lead them.ʼʼ The empress said, her tone suggesting that she wouldnʼt take no for an answer.

Naturally, Alex was not going to refuse her suggestion. Even without the empressʼs suggestion, he would have done the same thing after they came here for a purpose which is to strengthen themselves.

ʼʼRest assured, mother-in-law, we will survive this calamity.ʼʼ Alex declared, his eyes full of confidence. If it were another youth, the empress would have dismissed this declaration as a mere boasting before his Mother-in-law, but coming from Alexʼs mouth, it holds another meaning. This youth is known for accomplishing the impossible. So the empress was confident in him.

ʼʼPlease look after my daughter. I will see you as soon as I come back.ʼʼ The empress said before dismissing Alex.

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At the same time in a private palace owned by Kuina.

ʼʼReporting to the master, your order has been carried.”

”The Supreme Army already has 10,000 listed candidates, and a second group is now being formed.”

A female general had her hands clasped respectfully.

Inside the palace, Kuina, standing with her hands behind her back, was staring out of the curtained window. Her face was a mask of unfathomable depth and calmness, but it was difficult to hide her proud posture radiating from her flowing golden robes.

She was currently immersed in her thoughts, her beautiful, fairy-like features looking a bit dazed as the solemn words interrupted her daydream.

Kuina nodded.

”Very good. Go back and continue monitoring them? I want you to personally train a special elite team that could carry out a mission undetected and swiftly like the wind itself, understood?”

She gave her next order without looking back and that female general nodded before disappearing as she appeared.

Kuina stood still for a moment before vanishing; it was almost as if she had teleported; she immediately combined her pure speed and Illusion magic to create this illusion. She materialized inside a garden; she was surrounded by green scenery, flowers everywhere her eyes went; finally, she stopped on a daisy flower; she soon appeared lost in thought as Kuina mumbled.

ʼʼAs a girl, I loved the daisy flowers for their daring simplicity, their tenacious spirit, growing where they werenʼt supposed to and yet bringing more beauty to our street. In the springtime, the daisies sprouted to the dismay of the gardeners, their perfect lawns looking more like the meadows they yearned to be.

I never thought about the meaning of the daisy flower until I was a woman, too old to make chains in the late afternoon sun. The daisy is about loyalty to love and commitment, and Iʼm all about that. My garden is for the cornflowers, the poppies, buttercups, and, of course, the daisies. Grasslands are natural communities, not monocultures.

Thatʼs why lawns are such hard work; theyʼre going against the natural way.ʼʼ

ʼʼAs a woman, I did what I have, and as his future woman, Iʼm doing what I think itʼs necessary; hopefully, my plans work as it will mean my efforts are not for naught. Itʼs the time to go back; he must have left motherʼs place.ʼʼ Kuina declared as she inhaled some natural air. She vanished like an ethereal fairy soon after.

Unfortunately, Alex didnʼt come back that night; she could meet him the next day.

••••••

Next, under the Foxia empressʼs demand, a world meeting would be held somewhere.

The forest was gigantic, shadowy, and archaic. Its canopy was claimed by maple, spruce, and elm, and sparkling light dancing between the branches allowed for a diversity of plants to make use of the nut and seed-covered grounds below.

Swooping creepers suspended from the occasional tree, and a potpourri of flowers, which were seen occasionally, clashed with the otherwise monotonous forest grounds.

A variation of animal noises, which were caused by foraging beasts, resonated through the air and formed a chaotic orchestra with the trickling sounds of a gentle river stream.

On a lone Hill stood a Palace, and that Palace was high up on the hill overlooking the forest, its many pointed towers giving it the look of an eccentric crown. The walls were a white stone glistened in the summer sun, and the roof was grey slate.

There are sculptures in front of the palace; these sculptures in front of the palace had been made long ago by masters of the craft; it seems to recount some kind of story, probably the second world war, the Bloody War, it was called.

The palaceʼs interior was beautiful; all stair rails were ornate mahogany, carved and polished, so they shined. Furniture was all handmade by master artisans. Nothing ever got dirty; in the center of the palace stood a giant golden door, and behind these golden doors was a throne hall.

Slim braziers enclosing each of the six granite columns light up every part of the throne hall and engulf the throne hall in a brilliant glimmer. The paintings of angels and cherubs on the curved ceiling dance in the flickering light while stone effigies look down upon the obsidian floor of this opulent hall.

A crimson rug runs from the throne down through the center and splits into two paths leading out while swallow tail banners with gilded crowns swing gently from the walls. Between each banner hangs a lantern; theyʼve all been lit and, in turn, illuminate the paintings of legendary creatures below them.

Massive, stained glass windows are edged by curtains colored the same crimson as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with impressive needlework and gilded linings.

In the middle of that room was a beautiful big black table; around this gigantic table were more than ten chairs, and sitting on most of these chairs were the big shot of the four continents.

Today, the world summit was about to begin, and the people sitting in this big room were here for this.

The women were sitting on the left side. Starting from the representative of the Elven empire, to the Foxia empress, to women with big status such as Freya and Elseria, the guild master of the Adventurer guild. Nobody questioned her being placed on this as her status was equal to an empress, and none of those present could say otherwise as they knew how powerful this woman with a gentle smile was.

Even the newly crowned empress of the demonʼs race, Lilith, made an appearance.

Sitting on the right side across from the women were the empress and kings; naturally, the Drexia empire, which was considered the strongest empire, was their representative.

ʼʼWelcome, everyone. Letʼs not waste time and immediately start this meeting. All the big shots are rarely reunited in one room for a meeting; the last time it happened was more than two hundred years ago. Iʼm happy that our generation is the next one to initiate this meeting. Without further ado, letʼs begin the meeting. The Foxia empress is your turn to talk.ʼʼ

Kuinaʼs mother nodded and looked at everyoneʼs face.

After making sure that she got everyoneʼs attention, she flicked her finger, and immediately an big screen appeared before everyone; before most of them could ask what the fox empress was trying to do with this, a scene appeared on the screen, shocking them to the core, they felt like they got teleported directly to the scene where they witnessed something out of their dreams.

Just like the empress back then, they were confronted with an intimidating beast of terror and darkness. Two enraged eyes stare at you with an eerie foreboding, and another crash surges from its foul mouth with tremendous heat.

Magma-like skin adorns its withered head, which is devoid of expression. A plume of shadow escapes the creatureʼs skewed nostrils within a withered nose.

Its withered head sits atop a thick, sinewy body. Chains are stuck within its flesh, but you donʼt wish to find out the probably horrifying specifics.

The creature strides toward them; its four legs elegantly carry its glowing body with composing energy.

Two narrow wings extend themselves fully. Skin-covered bones and ripped membranes stretch upward, and forcefully descend with a powerful gust. The creatureʼs eyes were still affixed on everyone, making most of them swallow hard as fear, an emotion they had long since forgotten a long time ago, resurfaced.

ʼʼIt is a demon the Chaos Organization is creating.ʼʼ The Foxia empressʼs voice reached them, bringing them back to reality.