I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game [EN]: Chapter 258

At the same time, on the south wall.

“Haa, haa, haa, haa!”

Damian breathed roughly.

His whole body trembled and was drenched in sweat. His eyes were hollow, and his fingertips were twitching.

Damian possessed six magic guns.

A long rifle, [Black Queen], and [Hunter’s Retribution]. A submachine gun, [Woodpecker]. And three pistols, [Cerberus].

Among these, only the Black Queen and Hunter’s Retribution were capable of long-range shooting.

He had used up all the remaining bullets in both guns while trying to stop the Werewolf King, and since then, he had been shooting by converting his own magic power into magic bullets.

But now, he had reached his limit.

From the start, Damian’s passive skill, [Magic Bullet Refinement], was not a very efficient skill.

He was squeezing and squeezing his magic power to form magic bullets and shoot them, but the power was decreasing, and the consumption of his stamina was extreme.

‘But, if I don’t shoot…!’

The situation was too urgent.

The fierce battle at the north gate seemed to be subsiding for a moment, but then the east and west gates were attacked simultaneously. Eventually, the west gate was breached.

Werewolves were running into the city.

If they couldn’t stop them, who knows what kind of damage would occur inside the city…!

“Ugh, kkh…!”

Damian opened his right hand and desperately gathered his magic power.

White magic power gathered in his palm, and it seemed like he was about to form a magic bullet, but in the end, he lacked the magic power, and it scattered into pieces.

Damian vomited blood, hit his forehead on the ground, and curled up.

“Get a grip, Damian. Get a grip. Just focus. You can do it. The Prince trusted you and left it to you. Then you have to do it…!”

In front of Damian, who was muttering with his eyes closed,

Tap.

Someone placed a cold magic potion.

“……?”

Damian looked up at the person with a bewildered gaze.

“Rest for 5 minutes, Damian.”

It was Lucas.

With a Lucas-like—that is, a chilling face when Ash wasn’t around—Lucas commanded indifferently.

“You’re not helping in your current state. Rest and regroup.”

“But…! The situation in the city…!”

“It’s more efficient for a sniper to rest for a bit and fire ten shots than to shoot one shot, vomit blood, and completely break down.”

It was a sound argument. Damian shut his mouth.

“You are important, Damian. Don’t fight while wearing down your own body.”

“……”

“It’s not enough to just look far ahead. Look at the war situation two or three steps ahead.”

Lucas gestured behind him. Then, 10 reserve party members rushed over.

“I’ll assign people to you. After a 5-minute rest, go into the city. Focus on subduing the infiltrated wolves.”

“But Sir Lucas, then the defense of the south wall…!”

Already, under Lucas’s instructions, the defense forces of the south wall had been stretched to their limit, sending reinforcements to other walls.

If they were to pull out 10 reserve heroes, the defense of the south wall would become that much weaker.

“What are you worried about?”

Lucas faintly curled up the corners of his mouth.

“I’m here.”

“……”

“I will do what I am assigned to do. You do what you are assigned to do.”

Lucas said only that much, turned his body, and returned to the wall.

Damian wiped the blood from his mouth, opened the magic potion Lucas had given him, and drank it in one gulp.

“Sir Lucas.”

As Lucas returned to the edge of the wall, Fox, the leader of the four-man magic corps, approached and spoke.

“I don’t know what kind of confidence you have to pull out all the troops and send them to other places.”

“……”

“The wall here is in danger as it is. You know that, right?”

Lucas took a deep breath and looked down at the south wall.

Bang! Bang! Thud! Thud!

Skillfully dodging cannonballs and arrows, hundreds of werewolves had approached right in front of the south wall.

They would soon start climbing the wall.

The artillery was left in full force, but all the heroes and soldiers capable of close combat had been sent to other walls.

If they were to climb onto the wall, the south wall would be finished.

After briefly glaring at the red glowing eyes of the approaching wolf monsters, Lucas asked in a low voice.

“Is magic support ready?”

“Of course, but even if we four are the magic corps, this number of werewolves is…”

“I’m not asking for anything great. Just provide cover.”

Fox’s face became puzzled.

“Cover? For whom?”

“For me.”

Click!

Through the visor of his helmet, Lucas’s bright blue gaze blazed like a flame.

“I’m going to break through.”

“What…?”

In front of Fox, who was bewildered by Lucas’s words, Lucas placed his foot on the edge of the wall.

“Then, please provide cover.”

Thud!

And then—without a moment’s hesitation, he threw himself off the wall.

“Wh, wh, what crazy thing…?!”

Fox, horrified, hurriedly stuck his head out of the wall. It looked like nothing but a suicide.

But it wasn’t.

Swoosh-!

Lucas was running down the wall as if sliding down it.

Every time his steel boots touched the wall, they sparked flames in all directions. It was as if he was running while creating flames.

The ground quickly approached. Below the wall, there was the vanguard of the werewolves who had just begun to dig their claws in and climb up.

Grrr?

Grrr?

They had never imagined that they would meet a human on the wall, so the werewolves just stared at Lucas, who was approaching, making foolish noises.

Lucas swung the long sword he had drawn without hesitation.

Swoosh!

The werewolves’ necks flew into the air all at once.

At the same time,

Bang-!

He kicked off the wall and flew into the air.

Golden aura exploded from Lucas’s back as he was thrown towards the ground.

It looked like wings, and it also looked like a cloak. It was a bright golden color, like Lucas’s hair.

Whoosh-!

The golden aura that erupted from his back soon enveloped Lucas’s entire body.

In that golden glow, Lucas fell like a cannonball into the middle of the werewolves’ group.

Boom!

Thick smoke swirled. The bewildered werewolves stared at the epicenter of the human cannonball’s fall.

He fell from that height, at that speed.

It was only natural that he would be crushed to a pulp.

Thud, thud….

As the smoke cleared, Lucas was fine.

He was standing on the corpses of two werewolves he had crushed while landing, with a long golden aura trailing behind him. He was fine.

Not only the monsters but also the humans on the wall were confused by this incomprehensible phenomenon.

Only Lucas was calmly loosening his stiff body.

This was the ultimate skill that Lucas had awakened this time.

[Divine Descent].

The effect was extremely simple, and therefore powerful—it temporarily increased all of Lucas’s stats by more than double and enhanced all of his skills.

The passive skill [Man of Steel] was originally a skill that enhanced defense and nullified a near-fatal damage once.

But now, enhanced by [Divine Descent], it was providing a defense enhancement effect several times stronger than usual.

And, the 2nd skill [Tenacious Step].

This skill, which he used to kick off the wall, was also enhanced by [Divine Descent], allowing him to move more than twice the distance and also offsetting the reaction damage that followed the near-instantaneous movement with magic power.

Stat surge, massive defense enhancement, and damage offset.

Trusting in this, Lucas had thrown himself off the wall.

And the last 1st skill, [Willpower Strike].

[Willpower Strike], enhanced by [Divine Descent], was converted into an area-of-effect attack, not a single target attack.

Flash-!

As Lucas lightly swung his long sword, the sword light flashed,

Boom!

An explosion occurred.

Three werewolves that were within the range of the sword were torn to pieces and scattered in all directions.

A whirlwind followed the trajectory of the sword, causing the werewolves who were watching this to fall to the ground.

It was no longer even a sword strike. It was something closer to a bombardment.

The dozens of dungeon raids and defense battles he had fought so far.

The [Willpower Strike] stacks he had steadily accumulated were the essence of violence, refined to perfection.

Boom! Boom!

As Lucas swung his sword a few more times, none of the monsters around him were still breathing.

They only stared at this surreal martial prowess, keeping a circular distance….

“Hoo.”

Lucas, who took a short breath, gripped his sword again.

“Okay, this is about right.”

Turning his bright blue gaze, Lucas gathered his strength while gauging the number of enemies.

‘It seems like I can’t use it for long, so I have to finish it quickly.’

The duration of [Divine Descent] was 3 to 5 turns.

10 to 15 minutes.

Within that time, he would finish them all.

Thud-!

Lucas, lowering his stance, kicked off the ground. Leaving a golden trail, the knight charged towards the monsters.

Even though it was still night, with the light of the full moon shining down.

The golden aura emanating from Lucas’s back was so bright that the entire battlefield in front of the south wall was illuminated.

It was as if a war god had descended, just like the name of the ultimate skill.

However,

Grrr!

Grrr!

The monsters did not retreat.

Whether the opponent was a hero, a war god, a lord, a slave, a knight, or a mage—it didn’t matter.

They would kill humans.

They existed only for that purpose.

Hundreds of werewolves rushed towards Lucas at the same time. Lucas did not back down and swung his sword to meet them.

The soldiers and mages on the wall, who had belatedly regained their senses, also began to join this mythical battle.

The cannons fired, and cover magic poured down.

The night was still long, and the battle continued.

Until one side was completely dead.

***

In front of the north wall.

Clank!

Evangeline, who had tied a new shield to her left arm and adjusted her lance, shouted clearly.

“I, as the successor to the Cross County and the current field commander, order you!”

The clear voice of the young knight was clearly audible to everyone.

The citizens and soldiers who heard Evangeline’s voice looked a little surprised.

It was because they glimpsed the figure of her father in the small girl’s back.

“The Saintess, the three members of the Shadow Unit, and I are reorganized into one party as of now! We will become a temporary Shadow Unit.”

“Hic?!”

Margherita, who had been designated, started hiccuping, but there was no time to comfort her. A healer was a necessary presence right now.

“The Shadow Unit and the Punishment Unit, the two parties, will stop this monster.”

The monster was, of course, the Werewolf King Lunared.

He was the nightmare legion commander who had declared that he would face all the humans on the north wall alone.

Staring at the Werewolf King who was approaching leisurely, Evangeline continued to command.

“All remaining troops except for our two parties, go into the city and prioritize the protection of the citizens!”

Fortunately, the evacuation of the citizens outside the north gate was almost complete.

Finally, Lily, holding two young children, and the reserve heroes stood in front of the gate.

Lily looked back urgently.

“God Hand!”

God Hand, who turned around, smiled gently.

“Lady Lily.”

“……”

She called his name, but she didn’t know what to say.

God Hand smiled again at the stammering Lily and spoke first.

“Do you remember what I said before I left?”

“……What was it? It was so long ago that I don’t even remember.”

“I said that if I returned safely, I would like to see your face and apologize.”

God Hand smiled brightly.

“It’s good to see your face.”

“Wh-what…!”

“I have a lot more to say than just an apology. After we safely defeat this monster, let’s talk together.”

“Wh-who said you could….”

Lily, whose face was red and trembling, was quickly taken inside by the other reserve party members and the young citizens.

Thud!

The gate closed.

Evangeline grumbled as she watched God Hand, who was still flirting with his love interest even in this situation.

“Aish~ It’s so envious to see you writing a romance novel. I want to write one too.”

“Lady Evangeline, you will write a romance novel that is more wonderful than mine.”

“I appreciate the thought, God Hand.”

Staring at Lunared, who had already come within striking distance, Evangeline growled.

“Surviving this monster comes first, though.”

It was time for Evangeline to change the genre of the novel she would write from romance to monster.

And in fact, this was much more familiar to Evangeline.

“Where are you going, my youth!”

Along with Evangeline’s complaining cry, the Werewolf King rushed towards the humans.