The demonic faces and bodies constructed of earth elements clearly indicated that the two black shadows pouncing over were Gargoyles.
"Boring methods."
Lyle stood in place, not even bothering to dodge, merely swinging his magic greatsword casually.
Bang! Bang!
The two terrifying-looking Gargoyles were easily smashed to pieces by the magic greatsword.
Stomp—stomp—the sound of dense footsteps followed closely from the front.
A unit of Gray Dwarf soldiers, wearing full-body armor and wielding hammer-shaped weapons, surged forward all at once.
They surrounded Asto, protecting him, raising iron shields and aiming them toward Lyle.
"Asto! Are you okay?"
"Your Majesty, let us protect you."
"Feel free to let loose!"
"Before killing us, we will absolutely not let that Human Race touch you even once."
"Asto, you are the hope for all of us!"
The shouts of the Gray Dwarf soldiers rang out continuously.
Seeing the scene before him, Lyle shouldered his magic greatsword and spoke in a flat voice: "What a touching scene, but I still want to ask: do you not have any other methods?"
"If not, then I won't hold back either."
"Everyone, run!" Asto heard his companions' voices, his whole body trembling, and he roared quickly.
The weapon in his hand, due to having just used the "Overload Muzzle" skill, could not be used at all for a short time.
"Fourfold Slash of Light · Mana Slash · Fire!"
Lyle swung his sword, four fire-red slashes coalescing in the air, flying toward the front.
Boom!
The explosion released by the fire slashes instantly covered over fifty Gray Dwarf soldiers, turning them into ashes in an instant.
Asto's figure vanished from the spot again, appearing several dozen meters away. Seeing the spot where his companions had originally stood, only a pile of black, charred armor remained.
"Human Race!!" Asto's eyes streamed with tears, and he let out an angry, wailing roar as the magic ring on his hand flashed with light.
Whoosh!
Asto appeared out of thin air behind Lyle, heavily raising the Magic Gun in his hand and bringing it down on Lyle like a weapon.
"Seize the initiative." Asto used the Magic Gun in his hand as a club-like weapon, smashing it heavily against Lyle's back with extreme speed.
Lyle shifted his feet and easily dodged.
"Ah!!"
"Ah!!"
Asto roared, continuously swinging the Magic Gun, activating a skill again: "Firearm Heavy Strike!"
The series of attacks, which looked crazed and intense, were full of chaos in Lyle's eyes; the movements were not only slow but also completely non-threatening.
"Using a 'Gunner' skill for melee combat—you must be the first. That is not how a Magic Gun is used." Lyle spoke calmly, a look of boredom flashing in his eyes: "I thought you could bring me some other surprises, but it seems these are your only methods."
A voice of pity reached Asto's ears.
Asto only felt his body suddenly become much lighter; the figure of the human in front disappeared, and only the blue sky remained in his vision.
What is going on—? Why can't I exert any strength?
Oh, so my head has fallen off.
Your Highness, Minister of Forging—run quickly.
Darkness shrouded Asto's vision, and he subsequently lost all signs of life.
Lyle ignored the corpses on the ground, picked up the Magic Gun with a metallic sheen on its surface, and a smile appeared on his face: "A nice haul."
He wasn't in a hurry to check the attributes of this Magic Gun, so he put it into his item box.
"This should be the Gray Dwarf clan's final trump card."
"Since that's the case, let's speed up the cleanup!"
Lyle turned around, looking toward the Gray Dwarf groups that had become chaotic again due to fear, and his figure had already vanished from the spot.
Time passed bit by bit!
From noon until nightfall.
The scent of blood permeated the entire sky above the Gray Dwarf Oasis, and the sounds of wailing and screaming gradually ceased.
On the outskirts of the Oasis.
Hilde and a group of her clansmen sat in the desert, nearly collapsing, with the corpses of Gray Dwarfs everywhere around them, at least a thousand or so.
Compared to their numbers, it wasn't much, but the range over which these dwarves fled was so wide that most people's physical strength was spent on the pursuit.
"We actually defeated the Gray Dwarf clan."
"Is this not a dream?"
"Hahaha, finally avenged my father!"
"So tired, I just want to lie down for a while now."
Hilde heard the voices of her clansmen and stood up from the ground again, biting her lip. She understood clearly that being able to defeat the powerful Gray Dwarf clan relied entirely on Lyle's strength.
Throughout the entire war, they had only stayed on the outskirts, cleaning up the Gray Dwarfs who had lost their threat and only knew how to run.
"I wonder what the situation is on Lord Hero's side."