The Dwarf Rifleman Hero Spirit fell.
His short body toppled straight to the ground, riddled with crossbow bolts. Finally, his body dissolved into motes of light and vanished without a trace.
The Dwarf Rifleman Hero Spirit's death had been inevitable. More than a hundred Ironclad Men had attacked him at once. The bolts fired by those Ironclad Men wielding crossbows were so densely packed that they blotted out the sky. There was no way he could have survived.
Still, the Dwarf Rifleman Hero Spirit had managed to attack. Even if he had fired only a single shot, he had fulfilled Rex's purpose. That one shot was all Rex had wanted from him.
He wanted to test the Ironclad Men's defenses, and the rifle fired with a bang.
The Ironclad Men holding crossbows were not struck by the Dwarf Rifleman Hero Spirit's attack, even though they stood at the very front and should have been the first targets hit.
At the critical moment, however, the Ironclad Men wielding spears rushed forward and stood in front of the Ironclad Men with crossbows, shielding them with their own bodies.
Although this spared the Ironclad Men with crossbows any harm, one of the Ironclad Men who rushed forward was hit. The bullet fired from the rifle slammed straight into his body.
Smack!
A scorched black mark appeared on the ironclad figure's armor. The impact made him sway, but that was the extent of the damage. The rifle's attack had failed to penetrate his defenses at all. Rex saw everything clearly, and the sight shocked him. Much as he did not want to accept it, he knew that refusing to accept it would not change the facts.
The Dwarf Rifleman Hero Spirit's attack had been completely ineffective against the Ironclad Man. Rex's expression darkened, and