Ashen Dragon-Chapter 1207 - 354: A World Shrouded in Ashes

"Screech!"

Another cultist was cleaved in half by the chainsaw sword, their remains collapsing to the ground, with blood and fragments of viscera spurting from the wound. These viscous fluids flowed over the ruined altar, emanating a bloody scent, and gathered into streams.

"He’s over there!"

A cultist shouted excitedly, pointing at the tall dark silhouette in the distance.

But before the strength of the Dragon Worship Church could gather and surround it, a sturdy iron barrel extended out from the smoke, its dark muzzle aimed directly at the cultist who made the noise.

"Bang!"

Another loud crash, an orange-red bullet shot out, instantly piercing the cultist’s skull, shattering the scaly head like a watermelon, with red and white matter splattering everywhere.

"Damn it, where are those Imperial people?"

"We have over a thousand people here; together, we should be able to tear those rebels to pieces!"

Under the cover of thick smoke, this group of Dragon Scale Cultivators moved like the wind, killing without remorse, with none able to stop their slaughter.

Normally, the Dragon Worship Cultists, who boasted and bullied, treating humans as sacrifices, now trembled powerlessly within the altar like lambs surrounded by wolves.

Meanwhile, the flying ship in the sky concealed itself, continuously launching orange-red missiles that blew the escaping cultists into blackened shards, creating a wall of death around the altar.

"May Tiamat grant me the wind of Fury, to scatter the enemy’s bones—"

Mahmoud raised the scepter high, and a gale filled with the smell of blood swept through, dispersing the smoke and revealing the muscular bodies of the Dragon Scale Cultivators hidden within.

"We’ve been discovered...," the Steel Torrent sneered cruelly, swinging the chainsaw sword in their hand to decapitate a cultist, leaving the headless corpse behind, and then turned to look at the distant Evil Dragon Sacrifice.

"Take down that boss!"

"Charge!"

"For the Empire! For the Emperor!" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The Dragon Scale Cultivators roared, running at high speed like enraged beasts, with overwhelming momentum, surging toward the Evil Dragon Sacrifice from all directions.

"What a bunch of worthless fools, why aren’t you stopping them!" Mahmoud screamed in shock, a gleam bursting from the narrow vertical pupils, and the cultists immediately surged forward, passionately forming a thick human wall before him.

"Protect Lord Mahmoud!"

"For Tiamat!"

The Steel Torrent swung the chainsaw sword without hesitation, sneering coldly, "Think you can stop us with mere numbers? What a fool’s dream!"

The saw teeth on the edge of the chainsaw sword rotated at high speed, instantly slicing through skin, flesh, and bone. With one swing, the Steel Torrent sent bodies and limbs flying everywhere, a bloody storm rising, with several cultists brutally cleaved in half.

Each Dragon Scale Cultivator was like a mobile meat grinder, efficiently shredding and tearing apart all surrounding enemies, chiseling varying-sized gaps into the flesh-made wall.

Mahmoud raised the scepter, pointing towards the distant Dragon Scale Cultivators, chanting ancient Draconic words: "Destruction—destroy the bodies and souls of the enemy with thunder!"

Immediately, accompanied by crisp crackling sounds, bolts of silver-white lightning burst from the Dragon’s Eye at the top of the scepter, like silver serpents dancing, striking at the Dragon Scale Cultivators in the distance.

The Steel Torrent rolled abruptly, dodging the first lightning bolt, then raised a small energy shield on their arm to withstand the second bolt.

He loaded specially made bullets, raising the blast arrow rifle, aiming the muzzle straight at Mahmoud not far away—

"Bang!"

A bullet flickering with red light shot out from the muzzle, tearing through the air with a piercing explosion, whistling straight toward the heart of the Evil Dragon Sacrifice.

"Yet another creation of the Empire..." Mahmoud muttered, eyes dim. A glimmer of light erupted from deep within his pupils as dark energy coalesced into a large translucent sphere enveloping him.

Looking at the Divine Arts Shield formed, the Steel Torrent was not discouraged but instead showed an eager expression.

The sharp bullet tip glowed, spinning rapidly, complex patterns emerging, releasing a high-temperature and high-pressure antimagic metal flow, like an unmatched sharp spear, shattering the dark sphere.

This turned out to be the Empire’s specially made armor-piercing bullet for countering protective spells cast by spellcasters, highly effective at critical moments.

Watching the shattered Divine Arts Shield, Mahmoud’s face changed slightly, pupils dilating, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes as several pieces of magic equipment on his body activated in succession, layers of magic shields appearing on his body with shimmering Spell Radiance.

However, in front of the armor-piercing bullet, these magic shields were like paper and were continuously penetrated by the antimagic metal.

Accompanied by a piercing scream, the armor-piercing bullet pierced through the hard scales, striking into the chest of the Evil Dragon Sacrifice, with a thudding, brief tearing sound.

Mahmoud seemed to be struck in the chest by an invisible heavy hammer, the massive kinetic energy sending him flying.

The slender, terribly fast-progressing alloy bullet core violently rolled inside his chest cavity, like a high-speed rotating metal meat grinder blade full of angles and barbs, easily slicing muscle.

The internal organs, fragile before this destructive metal storm, were instantly pressed, torn, ground into an indistinguishable, hot, sticky pulp.