"Guns. Firearms. Mel called them modern weapons."
The old Sword Saint who had devoted his life to the empire lowered his head.
What had defeated him was not a weapon, but the changing of an era.
He knew that the moment the guns fired, the age of knights had truly come to an end.
Mel could always create so many strange things—firearms, trains, fountain pens. With the appearance of these things, the world seemed to be slowly changing.
With firearms, ordinary people gained the ability to contend with Elite Soldiers. Even knights like them, who had trained all year round, could only fall before firearms.
Perhaps one had to reach level 50 or above to stand against such weapons. But how many people could reach level 50 or above? There were many people in the world, and not all of them were adventurers.
"The royal family and those nobles were all wrong..." The captured Sword Saint Eugene let out a helpless sigh.
They had all believed the Commoner Army was a disorganized rabble. They believed that as long as Mel did not join the battlefield, they would win. But now, the bloody result had been laid before their eyes. Even without Mel, this Commoner Army still possessed the power to overthrow them.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa Eugene. But you're our enemy now, so we can only capture you."
"Um, is Kane on the battlefield? I want to see him." Eugene willingly put on shackles and walked toward the rear of the battlefield under the Commoner Army's guard.
"I'm sorry, but I heard Kane is still in the Elf Forest. You probably won't be able to see him anytime soon."
Even if Mel had not reached the battlefield, the established offensive plan would not stop. The administrative system Mel had built could