As someone who crossed into another world, and as a modern soul in a new body, Aslan's passion for swords aside, how could he not have at least some interest in firearms or mechs like Gundams?
Previously, he hadn't done any forging because everything was still in the realm of speculation. Precious materials like these couldn't be recklessly forged and wasted.
Now, with so many suitable materials scattered on the ground, all capable of withstanding his one-time modifications, and without a proper weapon like a sword in his possession, he couldn't pass up this opportunity to test his hypothesis. After all, it might be a long time before another chance comes by.
Luckily, using fairy runes to imbue weapons with abilities had become a basic skill. With some effort, he was able to trigger magic-powered projectile launches and alter the form of the sword, making it resemble something like a "cutting-edge" weapon.
When Melusine saw the sword's transformation, her eyes instantly lit up like stars, radiating a deep desire. Anyone who could understand emotions would have seen it, except for the blind. It was clear that the appearance change struck a chord with her.
Aslan, too, felt an immense sense of joy upon seeing the transformation of the once ordinary knight's sword into something far more powerful. He immediately aimed the newly modified weapon at a dragon approaching him from the sky. With a surge of magical power, a laser-like attack shot out, piercing the dragon's wing.
"Indeed, much better than before."
Having been in this world for so long, Aslan hadn't used any firearm-like weapons. He had originally planned to target the dragon's head for a fatal shot, but striking the wing was fine too. As he watched the dragon begin to plummet, he quickly positioned the sword to strike its neck, severing it effortlessly.
The blade easily sliced through the dragon's scales and bones, but afterward, the weapon showed some cracks on the surface. The materials were just ordinary and couldn't withstand the numerous fairy runes embedded in the sword.
Aslan sighed as he looked at the cracks but was grateful that the weapon hadn't completely shattered. It could still hold up for a little longer.
Realizing that a frontal assault would be difficult, some of the dragons began circling around the castle, attempting to enter through the windows. These windows, typical of castles in this era, were simply openings without glass, and the thick stone walls couldn't prevent the dragons' reckless charges. The holes widened with each impact.
The dragons' heads forced their way inside, roaring loudly, and their sharp dragon teeth dripped with foul-smelling saliva. The roars echoed through the castle, sending shivers of fear through the attendants inside. Soldiers, armed with spears, tried desperately to repel the creatures, but one wrong move could result in being torn apart.
Inside the castle hall, chaos erupted. The lord, holding his daughter, retreated while knights formed a protective circle around them. The lord's pampered daughter, however, showed no fear. Instead, she watched the battle with great excitement.
Up above, a dragon broke through a window, continuing its deafening roar. Meanwhile, the raven observing Aslan began to grow restless, trying to flee the scene. Morgan, clearly displeased, cast a spell at the dragon. The creature instantly transformed into a small sparrow.
The dragon didn't realize what had happened, still trying to squawk despite its new form. Morgan, unamused, captured the sparrow with her magic. She crushed the bird in her hand, breaking its bones slowly, the sounds of its demise filling the air. The body was burned to ashes in her palm.
Aslan, on the other hand, continued using his weapon, shooting magical beams at the dragons. Eventually, the weapon could no longer maintain its form and shattered. He couldn't help but feel relieved that no one would demand compensation for the destroyed weapon, but he lamented its short lifespan.
With no high-quality materials for forging weapons, Aslan's most reliable weapon remained his forging hammer. He quickly grabbed it, threw it, and successfully struck a dragon's head, dispatching it with ease. He then tore off his jacket and rushed to collect the fallen dragon teeth from the defeated creatures.
For a blacksmith, these dragon teeth were rare materials, and knowing that the era of the gods would soon fade, they would be even harder to find in the future. As a proper blacksmith, Aslan couldn't afford to waste a single dragon tooth. If he had any way of storing items, he would have gathered all the dragon blood and bones as well, not wanting to waste a single gram.
Deep in his soul, the value of thrift and resourcefulness was something that could never be discarded.
Though there were still many dragons, the battle was slowly nearing its end thanks to the combined efforts of the group, especially Melusine's overwhelming combat prowess. Aslan seized the opportunity to collect a large number of dragon teeth and dragon scales, gathering materials for his ultimate goal. Despite his efforts, however, it wasn't quite enough.