Death Guns In Another World

1773 Chapter 1570: Noire 5

Even while fighting No name, Noire easily dodged the attacks. But Number 10 throws didn't stop with just one attempt.

Number 10 continuously threw weapons made of aurablades.

Weapons rained down on Noire, causing explosions every time they hit the ground.

Boom! Boom!

The fight was becoming more chaotic and interesting.

''Be careful where you throw! Can't you see I'm here?"

"You're wearing a chaos armor, so you're fine!"

Thanks to this, Number 10 could attack Noire without worrying about No name getting hurt.

Noire suddenly spat, but Number 10 heard it clearly.

"Annoying? Let's see if you'll still say that when my axe cleaves your skull open.!"

He shouted confidently as he threw his weapons. Two axes flew straight at Noire.

However , she bent backward to dodge No name's attack and swung her sword at the incoming axes simultaneously.

At that moment, something strange happened.

The axes, which had been flying straight, suddenly veered off course and shot into the air.

"…What?"

Number 10' face filled with confusion.

Throwing weapons was his specialty. He had honed this skill all his life, even when he was a mere adventurer before joining the organisation.

As a result, he had reached a level where he could split a cliff with a thrown weapon.

The title 'Fallen' was given to her by those who were awed by her overwhelming power.

And yet, Noire had deflected his thrown weapon so easily?

It was an extraordinary feat that couldn't be accomplished with ordinary skills.

Number 10 shouted, but Damien didn't answer and continued fighting No Name.

"Damn it! That brat can counter my technique."

Having his signature technique so easily countered was a blow to his pride.

He gathered dark mana into both hands. He then combined his hands.

The dark mana transformed into an aurabade, creating a massive axe.

"Let's see if you can deflect this.''

Number 10 twisted his waist and threw the axe with all his might.

Swoosh!

The axe flew at a terrifying speed creating sonic booms in the air.

"You won't be able to block this one!"

The axe reached Noire's face. She tilted her sword to parry the axe.

As the axe and sword clashed, Noire simply swung her sword. The axe followed the trajectory of the sword.

"What?"

She swung her sword towards No name. The axe flew towards her.

The axe struck the latter back. The aura surrounding her armor prevented her body from being cut.

"Ugh!"

But it couldn't block the impact. She spat blood and crashed to the ground.

Bang!

"Damn it!"

Number 10 shouted in panic. Noire didn't miss the opening he showed.

She swung his sword. A dark blue flash streaked as the aurablade was released.

There was no time to dodge or block. The aurablade severed Number 10's neck and embedded itself in another tree.

Boom! Crack!

"Guh…"

Blood sprayed out and drowned out his scream.

As his neck was severed, No Name, who had been sprawled on the ground, let out a scream.

''Number 10, I told you! Be careful when you throw those damned weapon of yours didn't I?"

Noire swung hrg sword. The sword and the chaos armor clashed.

"It's useless…"

As No Name shouted, Noire chuckled and she applied a little bit more of strength to the sword and the latter pierced the armor.

Simultaneously, he severed No Name's neck.

Blood spurted from the cracks in the armor.

No matter how strong a Demigod is, they can't survive with their necks severed. The victor was decided at this point.

If they were ordinary Demigods, that is.

"Guh… gah…"

Number 10 pressed his head with his hand. Moving despite having her neck severed was not normal.

But the real bizarre event was yet to come. Suddenly, the wound area began to swell as if it were rotting.

Soon, the flesh began to stick together. The wound healed instantly.

"Chaos Armor !"

No Name struggled to utter a name. Suddenly, the armor around her neck started to flow like liquid.

The liquid armor covered the wound.

The armor, which had turned to liquid, sealed her wounds.

"Ha, we almost died there."

"Haha… Chaos Armor, you truly are the best."

The two sighed in great relief.

Despite the bizarre sight, Noire didn't look particularly surprised. It was as if she had known they wouldn't die from such wounds.

"That thing... is not normal..." Even after escaping death, Number 10 and No Name couldn't shake off the shock. In the recent exchange of attacks and defenses, they had clearly realized something - they finally understood what kind of being stood before them and the true nature of the hierarchy among the three of them.

"Damn it, I... how could I suffer such humiliation... I won't accept this!" With intense anger, dark mana erupted from Number 10's body, far more massive than before.

"I'll show you... my true power!"

The dark mana transformed into aurablades, soon forming nine swords that hovered freely in the air as if they were alive. This was no ordinary display of power - it was a testament to Number 10's true abilities, one that he was determined to unleash against Noire.

No Name watched, equally shaken by the realization of Noire's overwhelming strength. They had faced death and survived, but it was clear now that Noire was on a different level entirely. This was no mere opponent - she was a true monster in every sense of the term.

The nine swords began to swirl and spin around Number 10, radiating a palpable aura of danger. He was done holding back, ready to commit everything to this confrontation. Noire would see his full power, the power of one deserving of the title "Fallen."

This was no longer a simple fight - it had become a battle for survival, a clash between vastly unequal forces. Number 10 and No Name had to overcome this monstrous foe, or risk being utterly crushed. The stakes had been raised, and the true test of their abilities was about to begin.

"He has finally used it." No Name looked at the nine swords with a face full of reverence. She had heard of this rare ability - it was said that Number 10 had reached an exceptional realm where he could produce nine aurablades, a display of skill unparalleled among their kind. This was why he had been accepted as a member of the Numbers, even if he held the lowest rank.

No Name understood the gravity of this moment. Number 10 was no longer holding back, unleashing his full power against Noire. This was his trump card, the pinnacle of his abilities as one of the "Fallen."

The nine swords hovered menacingly around him, radiating an aura of pure destructive potential. With this level of skill, Number 10 was truly deserving of his place among the Numbers, a testament to his mastery of aurablade techniques.

Noire watched impassively, unfazed by this dramatic display. She had clearly seen the extent of Number 10's abilities, and yet remained unperturbed. It was as if she knew that even his greatest techniques would not be enough to overcome her.

For No Name, this was a humbling realization. Facing Noire, they were like children playing at war, their powers paling in comparison to hers. She was a true monster, a being on an entirely different level from themselves.

The stage was set for a climactic clash. Number 10 had shown his hand, and now it was time to see if even his vaunted nine swords could make a difference against their formidable opponent.

She couldn't fall behind either, No Name thought.

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