Upon receiving confirmation, Rendaen gave the order, and more than a hundred of his personal guards in the Council Hall removed their iron armor and put on the Dragonhide Armor they always wore on their backs.
Most of them are black or dark red, and the stitching is somewhat rough, but they look very sturdy. If they can really withstand electric shocks, they should be able to hold off the puppet army for a while.
Rendaen himself donned a dragonhide cloak and ordered a Dwarf guard to give the Dragonhide Armor to Unas. Unas quickly declined, as the Dwarf's full-body armor only covered half of a human's body, greatly reducing protection and making him feel cramped and hindering his movement.
However, whether out of a desire to win him over or not, Rendaen insisted on lending him a set, Unas had no choice but to accept.
The hands of Dwarves and humans are about the same size. Of the full set of leather armor Unas received, only the gloves were barely suitable. He simply didn't wear the breastplate, took out a round shield, and put the leather armor on it. He had quite a few spare parts for repairing armor in his bag, so he took out a few steel nails and nailed them on, temporarily making a simple dragonskin shield.
This haphazard arrangement left the Dwarf soldier who lent out his leather armor feeling a pang of regret; even if he could get his equipment back, it would have several extra holes.
Wave after wave of defeated Dwarves retreated from the Bedchamber. They had no chance against the Iron Golems and a large number of Fire Dwarves. The Council Hall could not accommodate so many people, so Rendaen reorganized them and sent them out to deal with the enemies in the square.
Unas waited anxiously, but Erigor's group never appeared, nor did the Molten Core Monster that had stolen Huoye show up. There was only one entrance to the Bedchamber, so they must still be inside, which was very worrying.
He ordered Darian to lead the human forces out to join the battle in the plaza, since dealing with the Fire Dwarves was much easier than dealing with the Iron Golems. He himself took the Dragonhide Armor and didn't want to just run away, so he stayed in the Council Hall.
The rumbling footsteps grew louder as they approached, and the puppets finally appeared at the end of the side corridor.
Just then, a messenger rushed in from outside the square with more bad news: the Fire Elemental army below the city had just launched a large-scale offensive, Duke Hydraxis had ordered Boyle's Boiling Water Corps to be recalled and requested reinforcements from the Dwarf lord.
The Water Elemental Duke was probably unaware of the sudden turn of events and assumed that Rendaen, who had stormed the palace, had already secured victory.
The dire situation, which only made things worse, calmed the Dwarf lord down. Now, there was no other way but to fight to the death. Taking the Warhammer handed to him by his men, Rendaen loudly rallied his troops, who were clad in Dragonhide Armor, and led them toward the Iron Golem.
A loud crackling sound erupted as purple electric netting instantly filled the entire corridor, overwhelming the Dwarves.
Rendaen wrapped himself tightly in his dragonhide cloak and continued his Charge without stopping. Encouraged by this, his men followed their lord and charged fearlessly into the electric grid.
A series of crackling electric shocks rang out, and black smoke and the smell of burning suddenly burst forth from the Dwarf ranks, instantly reducing their numbers by one-tenth. However, the remaining Dwarves, including Rendaen, were all unharmed.
The fact that the Dragonhide Armor could defend against lightning was confirmed; those one-tenth of the casualties were simply unlucky individuals whose bodies were directly injured by lightning that had entered the gaps in the armor.
The puppets had only this one chance to unleash a volley of lightning. Rendaen had already charged in front of the puppet commander, and the two sides clashed fiercely.
The puppets realized that lightning was ineffective, so they stopped wasting energy and showed no fear of any enemy in close combat.
The reserve team immediately dragged back the dead and wounded who had fallen to the ground, stripped off their leather armor and put it on themselves, and then charged forward as a whole, with Unas following behind and joining them.
The first time I saw Rendaen personally engage in battle, I was certain that he was a very high-ranking Dwarf Warrior.
Whether it was an illusion or not, the Dwarf lord's body seemed to have grown considerably. The puppet commander's terrifying iron fist pounded on him, and even Unas, who was watching from afar, felt the pain. However, Rendaen seemed unaffected and continued to retaliate with his black giant hammer.
Dwarves evolved from Earthen, creations of the Titans. Earthen are a type of stone being. Some gifted Dwarves can control themselves to undergo a "Ancestral Transformation" phenomenon, instantly making their bodies taller, stronger, and as hard as Rock. Rendaen may have been using this technique.
The Dwarf lord and the puppet commander were locked in a fierce battle, but his individual prowess was insufficient to hold the line, as his most elite Warriors could not withstand the other Iron Golems.
With their own side suffering continuous casualties and retreating step by step, while the enemy had not managed to destroy a single unit, Unas watched anxiously from behind. Unable to bear it any longer, he suddenly jumped up, stepped on the heads of the row of Dwarves in front of him, and staggered headfirst onto the front line.
The wind pressure hit him from above, and a pair of iron arms were pressing down on his head. Unas simply bent down and rolled between the legs of the enemy in front of him.
"Divine Storm!" Golden energy spun rapidly, and the usually invincible group spell barely caused any damage to the golems' heavy steel bodies.
A powerful punch from the side struck Unas squarely on the shoulder, making his chest feel tight. But that was all; having just reached level 40, he was currently at his peak.
Unas instantly countered, his Warhammer, composed of golden Holy Light, shooting out along the enemy's iron fist. The power amplified fourfold by the "Hammer of Righteousness" pressed into the puppet's chest, shattering its energy core.
A flurry of crackling sparks erupted, the runes on the puppet's body extinguished, and it fell into a deathly silence; the massive iron behemoth was completely paralyzed.
Breaking through the enemy's defenses and achieving a zero-kill streak gave the Dwarf were gradually losing confidence, hope. They roared their battle cries and charged forward once more.
The puppet, now reduced to scrap metal, became a shield, upon which Unas leaned against to meet the next enemy.
With Hammer of Righteousness on cooldown for five minutes, he used Crusader Strike and other minor abilities with shorter cooldowns.
Although it couldn't kill with a single blow, it specifically targeted the enemy's joints, dislocating five or six limbs in a short time.
A crackling sound of electricity suddenly rang out ahead. A clever puppet detected that he wasn't wearing Dragonhide Armor and prepared to use lightning against him.
Unas quickly drew his dragonhide shield and swung his hammer at the puppet, interrupting its spellcasting as it prepared to deliver an electric shock. The puppet suffered a backlash, its body crackling with purple lightning and sparks flying everywhere.
Wearing dragon-skin gloves, Unas was immune to the electrical conductivity of the Silver Hammer and smashed the immobilized enemy to pieces with a few powerful blows.
But this guy's actions inspired the other puppets, and all the surrounding enemies aimed their iron fists at Unas, a small volley of lightning was rapidly brewing.
Seven or eight bolts of lightning struck from all directions. There was no way to dodge or block them. Unas immediately activated his Invincible and switched to a dual-hammer stance. He wanted to make the most of these 12 seconds of Invincible to make the puppets pay the price!