Building A Human Empire By Creating A Clan [EN]: Chapter 139

Shwaaaaaa—

The patrol boat smoothly turned its hull and docked alongside the frigate. Patrol boats also docked alongside the other two frigates, and the flagship of the patrol fleet stayed slightly back, furling its sails.

“You monkeys! Who ordered you to approach our coast!”

The dwarf’s booming voice echoed over the sea.

The captain of the expedition fleet yawned as he listened to the voice.

“Dwarves are always so energetic.”

As an elf, his tone evaluating the dwarf was laced with mockery.

“Don’t you know that the Council has forbidden trade with the Mycenaean Empire!”

Even as the scolding continued, the captain kept yawning.

There was not a hint of tension on the faces of him or his crew.

They probably thought it was just smuggling.

“What’s all the fuss so early in the morning?”

“Don’t monkeys ever sleep?”

“It’s always them whenever something happens.”

How many humans could even go out to sea?

Even though the ridiculous nation called the Human Empire was rampaging on land, they believed the sea was still beyond the reach of humans. Was venturing out to sea such an easy task?

They had heard that the Nagas had suffered a major defeat fighting the humans. However, that was because the humans filled the sea to make land, not because of a naval battle. Hearing that story, they further underestimated the Empire.

‘They don’t have ships, so they’re resorting to ignorant tactics.’

“Can you not hear me!”

The dwarf screamed, veins popping in his neck.

Fewer than twenty humans were on the deck of the expedition fleet’s flagship. They did not have the frightened expressions that humans usually showed. It was as if those who should be looking up to him were daring to look down on him.

“Can’t hear you—“

It was the moment he was about to shout again in anger.

Clang.

Clang?

He paused mid-sentence and blinked.

A sound that should not have been heard suddenly rang out.

Wondering what the sound was, he lowered his head.

“······?”

A door like a window opened on the side of the flagship.

Looking at it as a window, there were 16 of them.

Drrrrrr—

Guns protruded from the gunports that the dwarf had mistaken for windows.

The cannons were of a different specification from the field guns and siege guns that the Imperial Army had previously used on land. Shorter and thicker, they were new naval guns made solely for naval battles.

The cannons fulfilled their duty as soon as they revealed themselves to the world.

“Fire!”

Boom boom boom boom!

The frigates trembled slightly as the cannons spat fire.

The cannonballs smashed into the sides of the patrol boats, bouncing around inside. The crew inside were crushed by the bouncing cannonballs and pierced by flying wooden fragments.

“Uwaaaaaaagh!”

The captain, who had been about to yawn and was covering his mouth, screamed.

“W-What! What’s happening!”

While he was stammering in confusion, the second volley followed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The patrol boats were helplessly destroyed, followed by screams.

The new naval guns were weapons that reduced range but increased lethality. In the case of long-barreled guns, the penetration power increased along with the range, causing the cannonballs to penetrate the hull and fall into the sea.

If the cannonballs only penetrated, the lethality would not be high. Conversely, they planned to use short-barreled guns to reduce the range and penetration power, but to turn the cabins into a bloody mess.

“S-Save me!”

“Keugh! Keuk!”

The effect was certain. The opponent was also appropriate.

The enemy did not even know about the existence of the expedition fleet’s new naval guns, so they did not take any countermeasures. The enemies were either napping or enjoying tea time within the direct firing range before becoming corpses.

“Get on deck!”

“Battle stations! Battle stations!”

Commands close to screams followed.

Each patrol boat had about 200 crew members, but less than a tenth of them arrived on the deck. This was because the Familiars had boarded the deck before the crew.

The distance between the frigate and the patrol boat was only a few meters.

Jumping over was nothing.

“Block them! The enemy is boarding… Ugh!”

Slash!

The Familiars occupied the sparsely populated deck and blocked the stairs.

Was there any need to go down the stairs and take risks?

Even if they just guarded the deck, the cannons would take care of it.

Boom! Boom!

“W-What is this…”

And the flagship of the patrol fleet watched the scene.

The moment the cannons fired and the battle began, the flagship realized something was wrong and tried to unfurl its furled sails and provide support. However, the battle ended in less than a few minutes.

The dwarf captain’s head was smashed like an egg by Rachel’s mace.

Splatter!

The flagship’s captain shouted as he watched the scene.

“Turn the bow!”

“Yes?”

“Don’t approach! Retreat! Retreat!”

He was a dwarf who had mocked the dwarves, but he was no less a warrior.

But to die so futilely? And the ships were captured?

It was obvious that he would meet the same end.

‘Vampires? Or humans? I don’t know their identities, but they are enemies of the Council. The enemy has come out to sea and is plotting something. I must inform the homeland.’

The flagship raised a signal flag as it fled.

The signal flag meant retreat.

However, there were no ships responding.

They had all been captured.

Grit…

The captain gritted his teeth.

Humiliation and anger boiled within him.

“I don’t know what tricks you used, but I won’t let this…”

“The enemy is pursuing us!”

The captain turned around with a distorted face.

The expedition fleet’s flagship was raising its sails and chasing after them.

“We’ll be caught at this rate!”

“Faster… faster! Increase the distance!”

The patrol boat was a large ship.

It was excessively large considering the purpose of patrol.

The reason was simple. Because the Council had ordered it.

They were arrogant, thinking that no one would dare to touch the Council.

Because they had ordered it to show the Council’s power and to project force in case they needed to use it, the patrol boat boasted a size comparable to a decent warship.

“The enemy is boarding!”

“N-No…!”

As a result, arrogance strangled them.

Even though they were running at full power, the distance to the frigate was gradually closing.

The distance narrowed from a hundred meters to several tens of meters, and soon to several meters.

The Familiars jumped that short distance and beheaded the captain.