Accompanied by a heart-rending "ssss" sound, a massive, scalding torrent of blood, mixed with fragments of viscera, suddenly spewed out from his back, splattering onto the scorched land behind.
The former Evil Dragon Sacrifice lay collapsed on the ground like a shredded rag, body shattered beyond recognition.
The Iron Madman blew the smoke rising from the gun barrel and chuckled, "This is a bullet specifically made to deal with giant dragons and large magical colossuses. Using it on you spellcasters is like firing a cannon at a mosquito. To die under this antimagic armor-piercing bullet—you should feel honored."
"Lord Mahmoud has been killed!"
"These, these damned Imperial People, actually took him out with one shot!"
The cultists were in disarray, completely engulfed in terror and panic, losing the last bit of will to resist, becoming livestock for the Dragon Scale Cultivators to slaughter at will.
