Amidst the forest, a flash of flames disappeared in an instant, accompanied by a piercing shriek that caught everyone off guard. A ranger next to the man staggered and was flung aside like a piece of wood. He rolled several times before stopping, a bowl-sized hole in his right shoulder, blood gushing like a fountain. The armor value of his dragon leather armor and the magical protection from the ether guidance on it saved his life. But that was all; even if a healer got him back on his feet, the ranger would be out of combat for a while.
The dragon hunter mechanically observed the scene, the cold, flickering red light showing no real emotion. It pulled back the lever, rotated the cylinder, ejected the bullet, and chambered the firing pin. Since the Empire's Type Eleven Magic Guided Gun hadn't developed an air-guided structure, it appeared cumbersome and inefficient, yet it was filled with a religious ceremonial feeling at this moment.
