Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1400 1257: Gandor's City Meeting

On the other hand, it was even more miserable for the civilian district. Sakuya was entirely addicted. Other than those dark elves who fled upon witnessing the unfavorable situation from the start, none of the rest escaped.

It wasn't that none of the dark elves tried to escape. But as soon as they tried they got sliced into pieces.

Nilerea was also distressed over a thorny problem. Gracier practically charged her way over and slaughtered anyone who obstructed her. Right now, she had arrived at the east periphery of the lesser-noble district. Judging from her aggression, it seemed like she was about to barge her way into the core district and obliterate all the dark elves. The dark elf army was also utterly defeated by her. This young lady didn't seem to understand what limit and holding back meant as she eradicated everything in her path. Even if one weren't standing in front of her and were simply unpleasant to her eye, she would still murder one.

This must be a real nightmare.

Gandor's city was in complete disaster. The core district rumbled as all sorts of dazzling, holy bursts of light thundered from time to time. The city was as though torpedoed by bomber aircraft and the dark elves were about to be sent back to the Bronze Age. (A/N: Comparable to Earth's Stone Age.)

Meanwhile, hair-raising screams of victims and roars of undead creatures rang in the south and echoed within the tall, pitch-black cave, leaving one's hair standing. On the other hand, the west was in complete silence like a still, ice-cold cemetery. Perhaps not even the presence of life could be felt, not to mention voices being heard.

It was entirely out of Nilerea's prediction for the city to be tormented to this degree. She didn't expect the enemies to be this powerful to ignore the deterrence of dark elves and launch attacks to eradicate anyone in sight. It was as though the dark elves who terrified everyone in the underground were nothing more than a group of free-range chickens. The enemies just couldn't care less about what the dark elves were capable of.

It was as if Nilerea's skull had been ripped open, and cold water poured directly into her body. An even more frightening cold air swept through her four limbs, almost causing her entire body to feel cold, and she stood there in a daze.

'This feeling.'

At first, Nilerea was enraged. Then, she panicked and was now terrified. It had been a long time since the dark elves tasted this feeling. In the past, even though the empress, Typhania had indeed crushed them once, that happened two hundred years ago as they refused to participate in the war. She could still feel that overwhelming power their Goddess had, they breathed a huge sigh of relief upon her disappearance but recently she reappeared, which throw them into complete chaos as they were thinking of switching sides. To make things worse some weirdos appeared and currently wreaking havoc in this beautiful city and she was helpless about this situation, so she could only move toward a certain location to seek help to overcome this situation.

Swoosh!

In a certain hall.

Narrow braziers enclosing each of the twelve marble columns light up most of the throne hall and engulf everything in a flickering radiance. The carved symmetric patterns on the askew ceiling dance in the flickering light while sculptures look down upon the porcelain floor of this magnificent hall.

A silver rug splits the entire room in half from the doors to the throne while forked banners with burnished tapestries on the walls. Between each banner sits a small altar full of candles, they've all been lit and in turn illuminate the artistic portrayals of divine beings below them.

Vast, colored glass windows are neighbored by draperies colored the same silver as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with impressive needlework and gilded linings.

Nilerea arrived in this hall after hastily leaving the battlefield.

What gave Nilerea a headache was that the entire hall was in loud clamors before she came up with any counter-solution. She didn't know whether it was due to the continuous failures that made her reputation plummet or that the dark elves forgot the rules out of extreme fear of them breaking out in huge quarrels in the hall.

But what they were fighting over was ridiculous. They were debating which enemy was the most terrifying.

The dark elves who were repelled by Pandora insisted that Pandora and Saeko were the enemies they should worry about the most.

Meanwhile, the dark elves who were fortunate enough to flee from Sakuya stood firm that she was the scariest enemy. They had never seen a crueler murderer than her!

'I think we should get rid of her as soon as possible. If she comes knocking on our door, none of us will be able to escape! So what if it's a Wyvern's King whose strength is comparable to that of Early Stage Demigod? It's just a pet and the top 10 matriarchs should have ways to deal with it.'

'Even if the top 10 matriarchs were to send out humans to deal with the enemies, the former will surely defeat them, not to mention dispatching dark elves. The whole lot of you are exaggerating. In terms of danger, that petite young lady is the most dangerous!

The petite young lady they referred to was Gracier, the petite Elf Lady. She faced the elite army of the fifth family along the way, which was termed one of the best armies in the city.

However, the army was utterly defeated by her and even some advanced mages were killed! Besides, judging from the intelligence they gathered, it was apparent to them that Gracier was the leader of her pack. Therefore, their priority should be to ally to crush her. As long as they eliminated her, the others shouldn't pose an issue.

The quarrels between the three parties grew fiercer with one despising the other for being timid.

They can't even bear to witness some blood. What an insult to the honor of the dark elves!

The despised party was unwilling to admit defeat either as they reprimanded the other party for fleeing upon witnessing the appearance of the Wyvern's King, claiming that they were weaklings.

'If it weren't for you cowards, our family wouldn't have lost so quickly!'

Meanwhile, the third-party insisted that the other two parties were worthless trash.

'We will show you what true power is! If you were the ones taking on that petite young lady, you wouldn't even dare to even breathe.'

The first and second parties were furious, of course. The first party yelled: "If you have got the guts, go and check out how your matriarch choked to death due to the wind element!"

The second party also berated: "Perhaps you would faint once you witness how the Undead Puppet slaughtered everyone and wouldn't be standing here talking to us now!"

Soon the quarrels between the three parties reached the point where they were about to break into a fight. They didn't even think that their actions had shattered everyone's morale. The dark elves who were stationed in the family premises were already feeling anxious over the constant reports of failure. And now, after learning just how terrifying and powerful the enemies were, they turned as white as a sheet. If it weren't for the exceptionally stern rules of the dark elves, perhaps they would have already made their escape. Even though they stayed around, their morale dived. It was almost certain that if the three parties were to break out into a fight, perhaps many of them would turn around and flee right away.

"Alright, shut up, all of you!"

Nilerea returned to her senses and snarled, realizing that the situation was far from good.

Fortunately for her, she was the matriarch of the fifth family and her prestige hadn't completely gone down the drain yet. Upon hearing her rage, the dark elf mages in heated arguments and about to roll up their sleeves for a fist fight closed their wide-open mouths. They looked at one another anxiously. After venting their frustrations, the dark elves also knew that they were wrong to behave this way. They acted simply like moronic fans who hurled punches at naysayers to protect the image of their idols.

But the problem was that they had no form of 'worship' toward those enemies at all.

'What should we do?'

Nilerea kept considering this question. She hesitated whether she should pull out her forces, but even she wasn't aware whether she could do it in time. She also didn't know whether she held the authority to negotiate with the enemies because they were simply too powerful. Besides, judging from the situation, negotiation didn't seem to be able to bring the enemies any benefits. So what if she were to give them countless compensations? The enemies were still capable of barging into the treasure house of the fourth family and pillaging everything inside, wasn't it?

No matter what the situation seemed helpless. It was then one of the matriarchs opened her mouth and suggested.

''Let's just have them go to that 'place'.''