A World Shrouded in Ashes

"Rip!"

Another cultist was split in two by a chainsaw sword. His mangled remains collapsed to the ground, blood and fragments of organs spraying from the wound. The viscous fluids gurgled across the ruined altar, giving off a pungent stench of blood as they gathered into streams.

"He's over there!"

A cultist pointed at the tall black silhouette in the distance and shouted excitedly.

But before the forces of the Dragon Worship Cult could gather and surround him, a thick steel-forged gun barrel extended from the dense smoke. Its dark muzzle aimed directly at the cultist who had spoken.

"Bang!"

Another deafening blast rang out. An orange-red bullet shot forth, instantly piercing the cultist's skull and bursting his scaled head like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter across the ground.

"Damn it, where exactly are those Imperial People?"

"There are thousands of us! If we all charge together, we can tear those rebels to pieces!"

Under the cover of thick smoke, the Dragon Scale Monks moved like the wind and killed without restraint. No one could stop their slaughter.

The Dragon Worship Cult believers, who normally swaggered about, acted like tyrants, and regarded humans as sacrifices, now resembled lambs surrounded by wolves. Powerless to resist, they could only huddle within the altar grounds and tremble.

The warship high above concealed itself as it continuously fired orange-red missiles, blasting cultists attempting to flee into charred chunks and forming a wall of death around the altar.

"May Tiamat grant me the Wind of Fury, to scatter the enemy's bones—"

Mahmoud raised his staff high. A gale reeking of blood swept forth, dispersing the dense smoke and exposing the muscular bodies of the Dragon Scale Monks hidden within the smoke and dust.

"So we've been discovered." Steel Frenzy grinned viciously, swung his