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Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The Sanctuary of Light
When the undead attacked Cekunia, they surrounded the city in such a way that no human could escape. Count Gressil’s scouts were able to confirm that the necromancer named Vorus had been the mastermind behind this assault.Despite being adopted at a young age, Ezra had been educated thoroughly by the Romanovs in matters of Valaria’s rich history and religious order. And many of those old books mentioned the two necromancers: Vorus and Malodor.Ezra knew Vorus was once regarded as the most powerful dark mage, and his necromancy spells were second to none. All dark cultists regarded him as their leader, and some even saw in him a guardian figure who was descended from Zepheroth himself.Although there was no way to verify the claims about Vorus’ bloodline, Ezra was fairly certain that Vorus was one of the most powerful necromancers in Valaria, and if anyone could cast a demonic spell of that magnitude, it was him.“If the Crimson Maw is indeed a spell, then I am pretty sure Vorus is the
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Dark Designs
While Vorus chose to remain in Cekunia to assault Magaravia and keep the living at bay, the other necromancers were tasked with guarding Ignar and Stonewell.As the night darkened and the undead werewolves howled in the corrupted woods, Malodor and Lorelai gathered before Zepheroth’s idol inside his ruined shrine.Lorelai approached the idol of their dark deity and offered a crimson rose drenched in human blood at Zepheroth’s feet.Moments later, Malodor walked up to the idol and offered it the skull of a fallen dark dragon.“Your great coming is at hand, O Lord. Grant us the strength to crush your enemies and drown this land in darkness,” Malodor whispered, folding his hands in prayer and bowing his head in reverence.Lorelai, however, greeted Zepheroth with an excited grin and exclaimed, “We are tired of waiting. I can only imagine how pleased you will be with our efforts once we sacrifice that pitiful lamb and welcome you to our world!”Hearing Lorelai’s shrill voice, Malodor furrow
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Traitor’s Feast
Inside the great supper hall of the Morelis Mansion, Lord Wilhelm Morelis and his son were joined by Cecilia Rodel and her parents. Most of the servants had been killed on the day when Aranor was captured, but the ones who swore fealty to the Lord of Decay were spared.Maids dressed in crimson tunics and black aprons were serving the dishes around the table while two robed guards were waiting near the door accompanied by a Gunner dressed in a blue flannel jacket armed with dual pistols.“It has been a long time since we have had the chance to feast in peace. Things have been quite hectic for all of us. But now, we are almost ready to achieve our great mission,” Lord Wilhelm said, raising his goblet filled with red wine. “The Lord of Decay is ready to awaken from his celestial slumber and reclaim what was always his.”Lady Lillian nodded and raised her cup. “To our good health and prosperity. May Zepheroth guide us into the shadows and liberate us from death.”“May the Lord of Shadows g
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Crimson Carnage
Ezra and Aurelia’s heroics had drawn quite a bit of attention from the cultists, and their recent excursions into their corrupted territory had also not gone unnoticed.While Malodor was busy preparing the site for the sacrificial ritual and fortifying their defenses, he instructed Lorelai to launch an offensive and crush the troops led by the nobles.Marquis Desmond and Marquis Sullivan had strict orders to cleanse the two villages and establish a defensive perimeter around the settlements.Mahakam and Avondale were perfect to serve as forward bases, which would allow them to resupply their attacking soldiers and expand their territory from two new locations.Everything was going perfectly according to plan. Marquis Desmond and his troops had occupied Mahakam and torn down the abandoned houses to create makeshift bunkers for their archers. Meanwhile, the Cavaliers had been posted outside the periphery to keep an eye on threats.Marquis Sullivan, on the other hand, had ordered his men
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The Blood Crawler attack
While Marquis Desmond had decided to adopt an aggressive approach to counter the Blood Crawlers, Marquis Sullivan had ordered his men to set the barricades around Avondale on fire.Since the Blood Crawlers had no immunity against elemental attacks, they were afraid of getting burnt, and the flames kept them far away from Avondale’s periphery. Mahakam, however, did not prove to be so lucky. Marquis Desmond had thrown his cavaliers at the Blood Crawlers without thinking of the repercussions. His impulsive decision had cost him not just his troops, but also put him in a terrifying situation.Faced with two Blood Crawlers, Marquis Desmond had little choice but to rely on his skills and hope that the rest of the undead horde would not show up at their door while they were fighting.For a second, Marquis Desmond thought about flying off and launching an aerial assault on the two Blood Crawlers, but the shrill cries of the wyverns circling overhead made him reconsider his decision.Getting a
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Born of Blood
Getting surrounded by the enemy was always a terrible thing, but what made Marquis Desmond’s situation even worse was the fact that he had no cavalry left to defend him.The only troops at Marquis Desmond’s disposal were the archers camping inside the makeshift bunkers. These men were armed with the latest compound crossbows and were excellent marksmen, but they were dealing with more challenging foes this time.Even before Marquis Desmond could give his orders, the archers took their shots, firing upon the enemy. But the steel-tipped bolts missed their marks completely as the resurrected cavaliers dashed across the village, dodging the projectiles like trained assassins.Marquis Desmond fired his rifles, blasting the enemy with magic bullets, but once again, the bloody warriors dashed away, avoiding the attack.Their blinding speed baffled the Marquis and his men. It was as if these resurrected warriors were mere shadows, disappearing and reappearing at will. Even though the bloody
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The Ruins of Racinta
Ezra had already mopped up the Undead Trolls on the beach and cleared the way to Cekunia. Aurelia’s journey, however, took her across a barren moor and brought her to a deserted ruin seventy miles from the capital.Racinta used to be one of the oldest villages in Valaria and was inhabited by groups of barbaric tribes and roving traders from the remotest parts of the country.A hundred years ago, the place was still bustling with life, but a deadly plague killed the inhabitants during one of the harshest winters, and now the village was just a lifeless ruin dotted with thatched huts, derelict granaries, and decrepit wooden shacks.While it was possible to avoid the ruins entirely by going around them, the longer route was fraught with dangers. Racinta was surrounded from all sides by a treacherous bog which often swallowed lost travelers and stray caravans whole if they weren’t careful. Thus, it was much safer for any army to pass straight through the ruins and avoid the deceptive terr
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The final meeting at the crossroads
Once Aurelia and Ezra had secured their respective territories, they used two Superior Teleportation Scrolls to arrive at the Brookborrow Intersection, an old crossroad where three major highways converged.Marquis Desmond and Marquis Sullivan joined them shortly afterward, accompanied by their scouts.“Mahakam was attacked by creatures born out of blood magic. My men and I had to fight off two Blood Crawlers and then deal with an army of Crimson Berserkers. Something doesn’t seem right,” Marquis Desmond was the first to begin.Marquis Sullivan joined in the conversation as soon as his friend finished. “Avondale was also in their sights, but I ordered my men to set the barricades ablaze, and that seemed to keep those creatures away. I suppose they are afraid of fire.”“That’s right, most creatures summoned using blood magic are vulnerable to fire as well as sacred incantations,” Aurelia replied. “But it still begs the question, how are they using blood magic? As far as I know, the cult
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Swamped!
The upturned black carriage slowly sinking in the mud, had turned into a feasting ground for the necrophages prowling nearby. But these slimy creatures neither resembled Ghouls nor Drekavacs. At first glance, it was easy to mistake them for Merfolk due to their scaly bodies and fish-like gills. However, their sharp black claws and long white fangs gave away their real nature.About thirteen of them were gathered around the carriage, fighting for the best share of the food and tearing out lumps of flesh from the dead horses lying in the mud. Seeing no human bodies around, Ezra concluded the cultists must have ditched the carriage upon entering the swamp and proceeded on foot from this point onward.“The cultists are already here. We should be careful,” Ezra cautioned the Count as he slid out of the saddle and dismounted from his horse. It was far too dangerous to ride any animal into the swamp, leaving him with no choice but to walk.“We are losing time here. Let’s go in and kill thos
The Everglades dilemma
Marquis Desmond volunteered to stay behind and defend Stonewell while Count Gressil and Aurelia joined Ezra, ready to venture into the Everglades and rescue Tanya.However, as soon as Flavius heard their plan, he immediately objected to the idea.“The Violet Everglades is a perilous swamp haunted by malevolent specters and damned elven warriors who were cursed to roam this world forever. Chaos magic flows in its murky depths, twisting everything it touches and distorting the surroundings. Aberrations and magical anomalies are as common in the Everglades as trees in a forest. It is not wise to willingly venture into that death trap.”“The cultists have Tanya, and they are going to sacrifice her at the Fountain of Chaos. I don’t care about the dangers!” Count Gressil retorted, his fatherly feelings pushing all thoughts of caution out of his mind.But Flavius, being a distant guest, could look at things objectively without getting overwhelmed by his emotions. He looked calmly at the Count
Pieces of the final puzzle
Ezra rummaged through the pile of ashes on the ground, hoping to find that one elusive clue that would lead him to Tanya. But all he managed to get his hands on was a pile of disjointed bones buried amidst the heap.“God, how I wish you were here with me, Marlin. I could really use your help.”The thought of summoning Vorus’ departed soul to this mortal plane crossed Ezra’s mind for a moment, but as he looked at his shattered Mystic Lamp medallion, he remembered the necromancer had destroyed his old relic, vanquishing the Tainted Djinn.“Damn it, Vorus. You are a pain in the behind even after your death!” Ezra clenched his fists, anger, and frustration surging in his heart. Even after killing all three necromancers, he had learned nothing about Tanya’s whereabouts.As Ezra’s pocket watch ticked the minutes away, his heart raced faster and faster. He knew he barely had a couple of hours to locate Tanya and free her before the other cultists sacrificed her.The sound of heavy footsteps m
The pinnacle of power
Vorus was the last necromancer in Zepheroth’s dark cult, and with his death, the corrupted Gunners patrolling the streets of Stonewell lost their powers and crumbled to dust.Every bird, beast, and hybrid touched by the rot succumbed to the same fate as the necromancer’s dark influence dissipated. However, the summoned undead still roamed the lands like rabid predators, stalking and hunting any living prey foolish enough to cross their path.Ezra felt a dull pain rising in his chest as he remembered his first encounter with Marlin. Back then, he had plenty of doubts about the old Gunsmith and wanted to get rid of his cursed eye as quickly as possible.But now that Marlin was gone forever, Ezra felt like he had lost an old friend. Despite latching onto Ezra like a mere parasite, Marlin had quickly grown into a loyal companion. Not only had he taught Ezra the art of Gunsmithing, but also saved his life on more than one occasion. Ezra looked at his arm again, and the scars on his wrist
Marlin's last wish
Marlin’s parasitic grasp on Vorus’ dark heart severed his connection with the abyssal plane, distancing him from the Lord of Decay. However, binding with a demonic necromancer was far more difficult than Marlin had anticipated.Despite being soul-bound to the old Gunsmith, Vorus continued resisting his manipulation through sheer will and an unfailing devotion to the Lord of Decay.“Let go of me, you pompous prick!” Vorus cursed, hurling more obscenities at Marlin as he tried to regain control of his body.But the old Gunsmith restrained him from within, pulling his arms away from his chest. Ezra watched as Vorus swayed like an intoxicated madman, his arms turning stiff and bending downward while his demonic wings flapped around erratically.Vorus’ relentless struggle eventually forced Marlin to lose partial control, and he had to resort to his old parasitic ways again. Instead of speaking directly through the necromancer, the old Gunsmith now spoke through a parasitic mouth that opene
Soul Bound in Hell
**Two hours ago****Inside the Grand Observatory**Ezra blasted his way to the roof of the Grand Observatory, half a mile away from the industrial complex, and immediately encountered five hooded cultists who were making preparations for a summoning ritual.“It’s over. Stop what you’re doing if you want to live!” He barged onto the scene, interrupting their dark prayer.Seeing the blood-splashed Gunner, the cultists stopped chanting and gasped in horror.“It’s the blasphemer.”“The one who killed Lorelai and Malodor.”“He finally found us.”The hooded figures whispered among themselves, casting nervous glances at Ezra. Each of them was holding a human skull and standing inside a chalk circle enchanted with dark runes and cryptic sigils.The oldest among them stepped forward and pulled out an enchanted obsidian dagger from inside his long black sleeve.“How dare you interrupt our unholy prayer, blasphemer?” he bawled raising his voice to a fever pitch. The curved blade of his polished d
Vorus the faithful (3)
Guttural shrieks filled the air as the wyverns flapped their tattered wings and encircled Ezra. The abyss was their home, and anyone foolish enough to stumble into their domain was in for a nightmare.“I don’t need my staff to summon my minions anymore. This abyss is where I belong, and you are not welcome here,” Vorus hissed in his grating voice.The Corrupted Wyverns took turns swooping down and tearing at Ezra’s clothes. Their jaws snapped and ripped his jacket to tatters as they continued harassing him.“I would love to end your life in a heartbeat, but my pets enjoy playing with their food,” Vorus chuckled from afar as he waited for the wyverns to rip Ezra apart, bit by bit.But instead of cowering before the chaos, Ezra stood tall like an immovable fortress with his feet firmly planted on a floating obsidian platform that drifted through the space.With a bone-chilling shriek, the wyverns finally dived down with killing intent.“Dark Surge!” Ezra clenched his fist and shouted wit
Vorus the Faithful (2)
Vorus raised his left arm above his head, leaning his shriveled hand behind his shoulder. “Let this be a lesson for all the fools who think they can prevail against the darkness. You are nothing but a speck of dust in front of the Lord of Decay. And to dust you shall return.”He was about to strike Ezra down with the shadow orbs when suddenly, a bright golden spear pierced his chest, going straight through his rotten heart. “Not so fast, you dirty old bastard!” Aurelia’s voice rang out from afar as she soared over the dark clouds with her Spectral Companion standing guard behind her.The blindfolded angel radiated a divine aura that swept the shadows away, illuminating her surroundings and repelling the corrupted Necro Bats and Stirges.Vorus grimaced as he looked at her. The holy spear impaling him disrupted his dark spell, causing the two shadow orbs to disappear. “I had almost forgotten…about you,” he muttered, placing his shriveled palm over his chest. “Dark Lord’s blessings: Unh
Vorus the Faithful
Ezra squirmed like a fish caught in a net, struggling to break out of his binds, but the dark shackles constricted around him every time he tried to fight back.Vorus glared at Ezra, his inky black eyes peering into his soul. With half his face obscured by the shadows, he whispered in a cold, unfeeling voice, “I need you to tell me something, Lord Ezra. Was it all worth it? Is this what you had hoped for?”The winds howled around the dark shrine as Vorus raised his crooked finger, lifting Ezra higher and tightening his grip on his shackled body.“Answer me, my Lord. Did Ishani help you vanquish the darkness? Do you still believe in her light, or has your faith finally deserted you?” he hissed like a viper coiled inside a dark pit. Ezra clenched his fist and parted his lips to speak. “You haven’t won yet…and you never will.”Vorus’ face darkened, and his eyes gleamed with all the malice festering inside his soul. “So…defiant. So…naïve…even in the face of death. But your words are as ho
