Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1584 - 1412: Time Vs Space

Garciaʼs initial curiosity sparked into a maelstrom of astonishment as the very air around him vibrated, rippling outwards in silent waves like an invisible detonation. The colossal sword he gripped aloft, once gleaming with reflected sunlight, became a conduit of darkness, its metallic sheen morphing into an illusory void that seemed to devour the light itself.

The world around him dissolved into a disorienting kaleidoscope of indistinctness - the towering peaks, the verdant expanse, the azure canvas of the sky - all blurring into a swirling mess of unreal colors, like ink bleeding into water. Tiny fragments of reality, like shards of shattered glass, flickered ominously on the bladeʼs edge before erupting into the air in a miniature fireworks display.

With each ferocious swing, the space around the blade fractured and tore, spawning miniature hurricanes that gnashed at the boundaries of existence, Garcia at their furious epicenter. The violent winds howled inwards, their sheer force a tangible predator ripping towering trees from the earth and flinging them aside like mere twigs.

The ground itself trembled in response, its surface rippling like a disturbed pond.

Alice, who had observed the scene with detached amusement mere moments ago, felt a flicker of surprise etch across her previously calm features. The nonchalant posture vanished, replaced by a focused stance as she knitted her brows in concentration.

”Power of space?” She breathed, her voice tinged with both wonder and a hint of dawning apprehension. The playful lilt that had colored her tone earlier was replaced by a steely resolve.

As Garcia pressed his attack, the very fabric of reality seemed to strain under the onslaught. The air crackled with raw power, charged with the volatile energy of manipulated space. The ground beneath his feet groaned in protest, threatening to give way entirely. Even the distant mountains, once stoic observers, now trembled under the invisible pressure, their peaks shrouded in an ominous haze.

The scene painted a chaotic tableau of raw, uncontained power, where the boundaries between reality and oblivion seemed to blur with each earth-shattering swing of the void-infused blade. It was a glimpse into the terrifying potential of wielding the very fabric of space as a weapon, a power both awe-inspiring and deeply unsettling.

And within this vortex of destruction, two figures stood poised, one fueled by rage and the other by newfound wariness, ready to clash in a battle that threatened to tear the world itself asunder.

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A single slash of the sword and the sky turned dark.

Garciaʼs spectral blade danced a macabre waltz, its inky form rippling the air like a phantom echo. With each swing, a tremor ran through reality, a dark fissure splitting the heavens, its maw hungering for everything in its path. Vibrant landscapes withered under its touch, the sky bled its light, and the earth convulsed in a primal scream of a thousand landslides.

The tear gaped wider, a monstrous maw threatening to swallow Alice whole, her silhouette stark against the encroaching void.

But her eyes held an unwavering calm. A flick of her wrist, and the devastation rewound, shattered fragments of the world stitching themselves back together like a film rewound in reverse. In Garciaʼs warped perception, it was annihilation, a chilling testament to his power. To Alice, a mere pause, a rewind button held at will.

Their opposing forces clashed, reality itself warping around them, the very fabric of existence groaning under the strain.

A deafening boom shattered the tense silence, the shockwave flinging them both like ragdolls. The ground cratered inwards, a silent, gaping wound hundreds of meters wide, a chilling testament to their godlike struggle. Dust billowed in a choking shroud, the air thick with the acrid tang of ozone. But the dust was merely the prelude.

A jagged fissure snaked across the landscape, spewing forth plumes of sand that choked the air, painting the sky in an ominous ochre.

Unfazed, Alice raised her hand. The tome before her, its leather cover etched with arcane symbols, stirred to life, its pages flipping with an otherworldly rustle. The world around them began to transform at an astonishing rate, a silent ballet of creation defying the chaos unleashed.

The ravenous tear in reality, a torrent threatening to consume everything, met an immovable force. Shattered objects mended, their fragments reconstituting into their original forms, guided by an unseen hand. But this was more than restoration; it was metamorphosis.

The ravaged earth, once barren and despoiled, sprouted vibrant emerald grass, dotted with impossible blooms in a kaleidoscope of colors, a scene of spring blooming from the ashes. Broken branches, once tossed by the hurricane, reattached to their trunks, leaves unfurling in a silent defiance against oblivion.

The scene defied logic, a testament to Aliceʼs power, even as the tear writhed and pulsed, a caged beast straining against its bonds.

Across the crater, Garcia gripped his spectral blade, its form now wispy and distorted, a reflection of his dwindling power. He watched the young woman, his dark aura swirling, its tendrils reaching out like hungry shadows, a chilling contrast to the vibrant life blooming around her. The battle had only just begun.

At the next moment, Garcia disappeared all of a sudden.

It was a misconception from the extreme speed that surpassed everything. The storm roared forward, but no one was seen within. But despite that, Alice didnʼt lose her head out of fear. Her right hand held onto the tome as its pages flipped constantly. Along with her movements, mysterious golden runes appeared around her like loyal guards protecting their master.

To Alice, if she could effortlessly defeat Garcia like the death knights, this battle couldnʼt get easier for her. But it was a pity that Garciaʼs strength stopped Alice from further penetrating and attacking. He could shatter some parts of space completely, which meant that no matter what Alice tried to do in the broken space, everything would be meaningless.

Their battle had quickly upgraded and it would determine who could control the entire battle and be the final winner.

The pitch-black space blades appeared abruptly. Garcia passed through the fulcrum of both sides and arrived before Alice. The large sword in his hands slashed at her accurately. However, the golden runes around Alice suddenly expanded and blocked his attack. He retreated quickly before flourishing the sword again. Along with this move, the cracks in space started taking shape beside Alice!

Looking at this scene, Aliceʼs expression finally changed. Of course, she knew what Garcia was trying to do. He had the ability to shatter space and was trying to drag her away from this place, sealing her into another plane of existence!