"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!"
