The bullet flew out at the speed of sound, a tiny projectile imbued with piercing magic honed by a Sixth Order mage.
The Magic shield shattered like glass.
That was the eighth.
An elite squad of a hundred, and an aerial unit at that—eight Sixth Order warriors had been shot down from the sky!
"Have we run into the White Death God?"
Not a single shot missed, and every bullet killed. The White Death God rarely struck, but when he did, someone died!
"Eight of our tribal warriors have already fallen!"
"We unleashed area magic in their direction, but didn't hit anything!"
They were scared to tears.
A marksman with iron sights.
The remaining Skyhawk People didn't dare keep flying. They immediately returned to the ground, afraid to take to the air again.
Otherwise, they'd be sitting ducks.
But with snow stretching as far as the eye could see across the mountains, how could anyone spot the White Death God, clad in advanced camouflage and using invisibility magic?
Another sniper shot.
This time, the other side missed.
"He's over there!"
The Skyhawk People panicked and immediately fired at a mountain peak, even using explosive magic.
After a volley of shots, a flash of fire appeared on a different peak, and another Sixth Order warrior fell.
They were specifically targeting officers!
In the old days of Cold Weapons, commanders were rarely targeted by snipers.
Commanders were bound to stand out.
The Saintess wore beautiful, distinctive clothes that were also a little provocative. The most notable feature was that every Saintess wore stockings.
The headscarves associated with the Church weren't worn by every Saintess, but stockings certainly were.
The only exceptions were the two people in this generation who didn't want to go to the Church because of their bloodline, and hadn't