The purple lightning couldn't shake the silver shield in the slightest. Unas ignored the enemies attacking him and instead turned to charge at the puppet commander who was fighting against Rendaen.
To catch the thief, first catch the king. He ignored all attacks, leaping, crawling through holes, rolling on the ground, using every method to overcome obstacles, and then sidestepping through the gap between two puppets. The puppet commander's broad and thick steel back was right in front of him. At this moment, he had 7 seconds of Invincible left.
Unas leaped forward, and the two Silver Hammers he had raised high came crashing down like a storm. With a deafening thud, the puppet commander's square metal head was instantly smashed into a flattened, round shape.
Once he no longer needs to defend, his offensive power is astonishing.
The fatal injury to a human could not stop the puppet from moving, but the shrunken head greatly affected the commander's scanning system, rendering it both deaf and blind, leaving it only able to wave its iron arms wildly.
Seeing this, Rendaen knew his chance had come, and together with Unas, who had fallen back to the ground, they attacked the puppet's knees.
With a few cracking sounds, an iron bolt covered in runes broke. This knee could no longer bear the weight of the whole body and disintegrated on its own amidst sparks and lightning. The puppet commander's huge and heavy body suddenly lost its balance and collapsed.
Unas's Invincible only ended now. The silver shield disappeared, and a gust of wind came from behind. He bent his legs and sprang forward, instantly flipping over the puppet commander's lying body, which was now a huge obstacle, temporarily separating him from the enemy.
Unable to jump, the puppets could only detour to the side. Taking advantage of this brief moment, he turned around swiftly, raised his Silver Hammer, and fiercely attacked the immobilized puppet commander.
The Dwarf lord also rushed forward. There was no time for pleasantries now; the two attacked together, the clanging of metal echoing loudly.
In just a few seconds, the puppet commander was covered in countless hammer marks, and all the magical runes carved on his body were smashed flat. Although his core was not destroyed, he was essentially a vegetable, barely clinging to life. He was not dead, but practically dead.
In this state, it was naturally unable to issue commands, and the other puppets were immediately bewildered, their desire to attack greatly diminished.
"Slow down the attack!" Rendaen immediately ordered.
The puppets have lost their commander, Dwarf lord guesses that the reason they are still fighting might be because they have an automatic defense mechanism; if he doesn't attack them now, they might not attack him either.
Sure enough, as the Dwarves contracted, the golems did not advance; instead, they swayed in place, looking bewildered.
The command system of the Iron Golems is actually very simple. Only those with command authority will have a certain level of intelligence activated; the rest are just machines that only know how to receive instructions. This ensures loyalty, but it also makes them very rigid.
Command authority can only be transferred to the next designated member after the commander is completely dead. However, the current situation is stuck between life and death. The commander is neither dead nor alive, and his dazed state directly affects all the puppets.
Perhaps even the puppet's designers didn't anticipate that making the commander so difficult to kill would also be a flaw.
The fighting temporarily ceased, and the Dwarves retreated to keep a distance from the golems. Rendaen, panting heavily, said, "It's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles. You young people are really something."
Unas looked him over carefully and realized that he had indeed grown taller and bigger, his skin had turned silver-gray, his facial expression was stiff, and even his voice had changed quite a bit.
"Avatar! My lord, you actually know how to use this legendary skill!" Unas's astonishment was genuine. "You must have the blood of the Mountain King."
"A god?" Rendaen chuckled self-deprecatingly. "I'm far from that point yet; I can only make myself a little tougher."
"That's already amazing. If I had taken so many punches, my bones would have been broken. Lord, you're truly remarkable."
Unas's flattery made the Dwarf lord smile. "Enough of that. Now, what should we do? Do you have any ideas?"
"It's simple, just use the camera angle to lure the monsters."
Players excel at this kind of thing: what do you do when facing a group of monsters? Just lure them in one by one and kill them.
The two exchanged their speculations and ideas, and quickly reached a plan.
Rendaen ordered all the Dwarves to retreat into the Council Hall, then selected several archers and ordered them to keep firing at a single puppet near the side entrance.
The puppet was immediately triggered to launch a self-defense mechanism, breaking free from its dazed state. It raised its iron fist, intending to unleash a lightning-fast counterattack against the sharpshooter.
At this moment, the sharpshooters immediately hid in the blind spots of the Council Hall, making themselves undetectable to the puppet. The mindless machine had no choice but to walk heavily towards the Council Hall.
But it lost its desire to attack halfway through and wanted to turn back. At this moment, the sharpshooter came out to attack again, rekindling its desire to retaliate.
Once it was lured into the Council Hall, it faced an attack from hundreds of people and was left at their mercy.
Following these steps, the puppets were killed one by one, and our side suffered almost no more casualties.
Rendaen exclaimed sincerely, "Knight Unas is indeed brilliant; he managed to come up with such an easy and effective method."
"We're having a very easy time, but those sharpshooters probably don't think so."
The archers kept shooting and running, repeating this several times before they could lure the puppet over. By then, the previous puppet that had been brought into the Council Hall had already been killed. In order to create a seamless connection, they couldn't stop for a moment and were indeed exhausted.
"Haha, I'll reward them handsomely," Rendaen's smile faded. "But we can't be too happy yet. The ultimate command of the puppets is definitely in Thaurissan's hands. I wonder when he'll realize it. I've decided that from now on, I'll bring two or three at a time and annihilate them quickly before I can feel at ease."
The Dwarf lord's concerns were not unfounded. In the underground hall of the Bedchamber, Thaurissan adapted to his new body and powers while awaiting the final victory— the Fire Dwarf's transformation spell took effect, the puppets swept through the enemy ranks, and most of the rebels had been driven out of the Bedchamber. This series of good news made him believe that victory was in his grasp.
But since just now, the terminal controllers of the Iron Golems have been constantly beeping warning sounds, indicating that they are rapidly losing personnel.
Thaurissan's inquiries to the puppet commander all went unanswered; the distance was too great for him to directly issue commands to the puppets.
The already hot-tempered Dark Iron King became even more manic after transforming into Fire Elemental. The bad news enraged him so much that he nearly crushed the controller.
"I didn't expect I'd have to do it myself. Fine," Thaurissan roared maniacally, his satisfied and furious voice echoing through the hall. "Let those traitors taste the agony of being burned alive ahead of time!"