I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game [EN]: Chapter 415

The world’s situation was changing rapidly.

I received information through various channels, not only from Serenade but also from Princess Yoon and Dusk Bringer, and I clutched my aching head.

Lark and his army were finished.

The Emperor was trapped in the spirit realm, unable to escape to reality.

The Imperial Capital, and the Empire, were completely in Fernandez’s hands.

What would become of the world now?

How would Fernandez move?

…However, here on the monster front, there was a bigger problem looming.

The ghost pirate fleet would rise from the Black Lake tomorrow.

And since the defense lines, including the forward base, were not activated at all, they would advance straight to Crossroads without any hindrance.

I could only hope that the ‘facilities’ that the people here had diligently prepared in front of the southern wall of Crossroads over the past few days would work properly.

I had some confidence and assurance, but I couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. I had simultaneously prepared a Plan B just in case.

***

Time passed, and it was the night before the monsters attacked.

I opened my inventory for the first time in a while and took out the boxes I hadn’t used.

One golden SSR-grade reward box and three purple SR-grade reward boxes.

These were the rewards I got from defeating the Goblin God King. I’m opening them now.

There were more low-grade boxes that the heroes had farmed while I was away, but I kept those. Today, I decided to open only these four high-grade boxes.

First, I held the golden box in my hand.

“…”

I had a feeling.

I felt like I knew what was inside. So, I didn’t pray or look for the SSR god like usual, and I calmly opened the box.

Flash-!

After a dazzling light burst, what was inside the box was…

“It’s this, after all.”

It was a familiar flag fragment.

[Fragment of the Great Commander’s Flag] (4/5)

– One of the five fragments of the character ‘Ash’s exclusive equipment [Great Commander’s Flag (EX)].

– When all five fragments are collected, they will form a complete flag.

I knew it. I held the flag fragment in my hand, fluttering it, and clicked my tongue.

“Now there’s only one left.”

It would have been a shame if something else had come out instead.

I want to quickly collect all the fragments and make the finished product. I’m also curious about how amazing this flag is that it consumes five golden boxes.

I put the flag fragment in my inventory, and then I opened the remaining three SR-grade boxes in order.

Flash! Flash! Flash!

The first box produced a normal SR-grade magic core. It’s not as good as a finished product, but it’s not too bad.

Magic core consumption has been extreme for a while, so I’m grateful for this.

And what came out of the second and third boxes was…

“… !”

A large mace shining with a dazzling silver light.

And a large, thick rectangular shield.

I swallowed hard as I examined the heavy equipment.

“This is… !”

[Mace Blessed by the Goddess (SR)]

[Great Shield Blessed by the Goddess (SR)]

Holy Goddess!

“It’s the Goddess’s Blessing Set!”

Equipment with the prefix ‘Blessed by the Goddess-‘ exists for each type of equipment.

So, there’s also a Goddess-Blessed Longsword, a Goddess-Blessed Crossbow, and so on.

“Ugh… ! How did these come out so perfectly!”

As equipment personally consecrated by the Goddess, it’s an excellent counter to ghost and undead monsters.

It’s a very, very appropriate item for us who will soon have to face the ghost pirate fleet.

Is it because it’s been a while since I opened boxes? To have such perfectly fitting items come out like this.

‘…So, it’s good that good equipment came out.’

I rested my chin on my hand and pondered.

Who should I give this to? Who would be the best person to give it to?

“… Hmm.”

I closed my eyes and pondered, then slowly opened them.

After all, the only person to give this to is…

“It’s that guy.”

***

The next day.

South, the Black Lake.

Bubbling…

The surface of the black lake seethed violently,

Kwaa-kwa-kwa-kwang!

Soon, a huge warship burst out, shattering the surface of the water.

The warship was a gruesome sight.

Its entire rotten and decayed hull was covered with hideous deep-sea monsters, and its tattered black sails were painted with bizarre skull patterns.

White bones bound by chains hung in eight directions, front, back, left, right, and diagonally, with blue flames flickering inside their empty skulls.

Cannons were densely lined up on the left and right sides, and there were also bladed hooks to grapple enemy ships.

Kkyaaaaaaak…!

Kyaaaaaaaa…!

The dark wraiths surrounding the ship repeatedly screamed horribly, clustering and scattering.

Swaaaaaa…!

The warship straightened its massive body, spraying black splashes of water in all directions.

《Ughm~!》

Thud. Thud.

A huge ghost dressed like an admiral walked out of the warship’s bow, dripping seawater from his entire body.

With each step, he splashed seawater from his waterlogged boots, dragging the hem of his fishy-smelling coat on the ground, and a liquor bottle was clenched in his mouth. He was a ghost pirate.

A huge greatsword and cannon were crossed in an X-shape on his back.

《Huuuup!》

The ghost took a deep breath, spreading his arms wide, then clicked his tongue and put the rum bottle back in his mouth.

《The smell of land is always disgusting.》

The 8th-ranked commander of the Nightmare Legion.

The commander of the ghost pirate fleet.

Ghost Privateer Fleet Admiral – Bernard Fokker.

Swaaaaa! Swaaaaaa!

New ships appeared one after another to his left and right, grumbling.

They were all horribly damaged and broken ghost ships.

The ships, filled with a chilling turquoise aura, were all surrounded by wraiths, and on one side of the ships, grotesque monsters like huge crustaceans or octopuses clung, their eyes glaring with murderous intent.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The empty decks were soon filled with ghosts.

The hands of the dead held rusty swords, pistols, hooks, and ropes.

It was as if they were about to ram the ship into an enemy ship, then cross over on ropes and engage in close combat…

《…….》

Looking around at his crew, Bernard Fokker took another swig of his bottle.

Originally, the time of the flood should have come long ago, and it should have been his turn to invade the land.

However, there had been quite a few disturbances in the depths of the Lake Kingdom.

Raven and Salome, two Nightmare Legion commanders, had fought each other and collapsed, and then dozens of monster legions were swept away by the plague that Raven had spread before he died, suffering terrible damage…

The chaotic situation had only recently calmed down, and when the time of the flood came, the King of Kings ordered Bernard Fokker to set sail as if doing him a favor.

– I will give you a tailwind. Advance at full speed and destroy the human world.

《Tailwind, my ass. I’m the easiest to throw out first among the remaining guys.》

The red liquor flowed down the blue, transparent throat of the ghost captain.

Originally, he was a ghost body that could not eat or drink anything, but his desire for alcohol could not be quenched even in death.

He used magic to break down the alcohol and forcibly absorb it into his body. The ghost’s body, made of ectoplasm, turned slightly red.

Bernard Fokker threw the empty bottle to the side. With the sound of glass shattering, Fokker burped.

《The leftovers are always the sailors’ share, those damn higher-ups…》

Then, his ghost subordinates, who had gathered around Fokker, chuckled and shouted.

《So, aren’t we going to raid, Admiral?!》

《It’s a chance to stab and kill living guys after a long time! And take everything they have!》

《Men! Women! Old people! Children! Those in between and those outside! Kill them all!》

《Gold! Jewels! Silk! Tobacco! Pepper! Coffee! Let’s take it all!》

《And alcohol too!》

《Beer! Wine! Brandy! Rum! Whiskey! Our captain doesn’t discriminate!》

Looking around at his subordinates who were singing in tune on the spot, Fokker couldn’t help but smile.

Whether before or after death, they were always the same idiots.

After looking around at his subordinates, some with starfish stuck to their heads, some with arrows stuck in them, some without eyes, some without jaws, and some without heads at all.

《…But.》

Fokker hummed, taking out a new bottle and opening the cap.

《The best of all is the cheap moonshine my departed wife made~》

《Kyahho!》

《Our admiral’s voice is so sweet!》

《I think I’m falling in love, Captain!》

Fokker commanded his subordinates, who were cheering excitedly.

《Set sail! You damn bastards! Raise the anchor and unfurl the sails! Catch the wind-!》

Then, as he stretched his hand forward,

《It’s time for the storm!》

Kuurung, kuurururung…!

Dark clouds gathered in the sky,

Swaaaaaaaaaaa!

And began to pour down a terrifying downpour.

The sea had opened in the sky. The sky here was magically connected to somewhere in the vast southern sea.

Saltwater fell like a waterfall. Swept-away sea fish fell, scattering their scales.

The ghost pirates danced in the rain. Fokker stretched his hand forward again.

《Let’s go! Let’s plunder the human world!》

The huge ghost ships began to advance, cutting through the pouring seawater.

There were a total of twelve ships.

In the storm, twelve ghost ships raced across the land, heading north.

Along with the songs of the ghost pirates on board, and the hideous cries of the wraiths and sea monsters clinging to the ships.

***

The King of Kings’ words about giving them a tailwind were not empty.

The ghost fleet moved at a much faster speed than usual, and the twelve ghost ships covered a distance that would normally take three days in just a day and a half.

《Admiral! I see it!》

A pirate, looking at the course through a telescope on the mast, shouted loudly.

《It’s the human world’s wall!》

《…!》

Bernard Fokker raised his dim eyes and looked ahead.

Indeed, he could see it clearly. A pathetic wall made of iron and bricks.

《Four Nightmare Legion commanders died here, unable to cross such a weak wall?》

Fokker’s mouth twisted into a sneer.

It was a sneer at the foolish commanders who had died without crossing this wall.

The spider, the vampire, the werewolf, the goblin.

They had boasted about destroying the world, but they couldn’t even break down this wall and perished here?

《What a bunch of idiots.》

I’ll show you what real looting is-

Fokker snorted, making a vow.

《Same as always!》

Fokker roared fiercely at his subordinates.

《We’re ramming them-!》
Waaaaaaa!

The ghost pirates cheered in unison at his simple and direct command.

《No one has ever withstood our fleet’s simultaneous ramming tactics. It’ll be the same this time!》

After approaching the enemy fortress on the waves, they would not slow down and would ram the ghost ships straight into it.

Then, they would engage in close combat, releasing the ghost pirates and sea monsters into the enemy’s belly.

The humans, who were complacent in their belief in the wall, would be bewildered. By the fact that ships could run on land.

And by the fact that the wall could collapse from the impact of the ships.

《Let’s go! Kill them all, take everything!》

《Kyahho~!》

《Sing a song!》

《Take the treasure-!》

Amidst the downpour of seawater from the sky, the twelve ghost ships spread out widely to the left and right.

The wall was now right in front of them. Fokker took out the cannon and greatsword from his back and held one in each hand.

And shouted.

《Everyone! Prepare for close com…》

…Prepare, he was about to say.

Crack!

Kugwagwagwang!

Craduck, kwagwang!

A terrible sound rang out, and the ships vibrated greatly.

The ghost ships, which had suddenly braked, stopped one by one. The ghost pirates screamed and rolled around on the deck.

Fokker, flustered, barely regained his balance and shouted.

《What’s going on?!》

《The ship, the ship…》

A pirate who had been thrown out of the ship and barely managed to climb back on shouted.

《The ship has stopped, Admiral!》

《What…?》

《I don’t know! We can’t advance any further! So we stopped! We’re… screwed!》

《What nonsense are you spouting, you…》

Before Fokker could finish his curse.

“-Is the talent show over, you idiots?”

The human commander, Ash, who had taken over Fokker’s curse, waved his hand from the top of the wall.

With a wicked smirk on his face.

“Then it’s our turn.”

Ash’s hand shot forward.

“All troops! Fire-!”

The cannons placed on the wall fired all at once in response to his shout.

Puh-bung! Pubububung-!

The sight of dozens, hundreds of cannonballs pouring down like a shower was reflected in Bernard Fokker’s retina.

The pirate captain slowly put the bottle in his mouth and muttered in a daze.

《…No, we’re really screwed.》

Kwagwagwagwang!

Immediately after, a red crossfire rained down on the hulls of the ghost ships that had stopped in place.