I Became The Tyrant Of A Defense Game [EN]: Chapter 628

A few days had passed since the Parekian raid.

During that time, Parekian had completely settled into his nest in the backyard garden of the lord’s mansion.

I tried to force him into the subspace for captured monsters, but he didn’t even pretend to listen, and the other captured monsters in the subspace were trembling in fear… so I had no choice but to leave him in the backyard.

Especially when I saw Hercules, who had been the top dog in the subspace, lying on his back with his belly exposed, declaring surrender, I was speechless. As expected of a dragon, his class was on a different level.

‘…Maybe I could have a showdown with a Kraken?’

I fiddled with the [Kraken’s Ring] on my hand for no reason.

This cephalopod monster is a temporary summon, so it doesn’t stay in the subspace. But maybe he could go toe-to-toe with Parekian…?

‘No, no, let’s stop with the monster battle fantasies!’

Ahem. Anyway.

‘For now, he hasn’t harmed anyone in the human realm… he doesn’t emit any of the evil energy typical of monsters, and his loyalty is high… and I have absolute command authority if necessary.’

I decided it was okay to keep him in the backyard.

Besides, he listens well to Violet.

Maybe it’s because Violet showed him the world, let him hear it, and smell it. He listens to Violet without question.

I clapped my hands towards this miraculous duo. Bravo.

“So, from now on, the Gamble Club will be in charge of managing Parekian.”

“Waaaah!”

Violet was tearful, but the rest of the Gamble Club members were delighted.

From the perspective of the other four, who hadn’t seen the dragon’s ferocious side in the dungeon, Parekian seemed quite cool.

He didn’t emit any evil energy and just sat quietly, moving only when Violet told him to, so even I thought he looked like a decent dragon. Even though he didn’t have eyes, ears, a nose, or a mouth. While the other four were wiping and polishing Parekian’s entire body, Violet, slumped over on Parekian’s neck, mumbled blankly.

“Just kill me….”

Oh, come on. What do you mean, kill you? Let’s live until we’re old and senile, okay?

And, more than anything, the advantage of having Parekian in the backyard garden.

Snip, snip.

It’s easy to gather materials…!

As long as Violet showed him the surrounding scenery, Parekian would sit quietly and not care what we did to his body. Thanks to that, we were able to easily cut and file the long claws that grew on his six legs.

“These claws are incredibly hard. As expected of a dragon… it was difficult just to cut them off.”

Lucas clicked his tongue, holding a cleanly cut long claw in his hand. Parekian’s claws were long, thin, and sharp, like dangerous blades.

Even though the claws would grow back over time, their hardness was beyond imagination. There were only a few pieces of equipment among the monster front’s arsenal that could cut them.

Among them, the easiest to use, and the one that could be repaired immediately if damaged – Lucas’s [Bestowed Sword] – was used to saw through the long claws.

Lucas, who had suddenly become a dragon claw manager, sweated profusely as he removed the claws. The claws that were secured were sent to the smithy. They were excellent weapon materials.

However, a problem arose.

“…We don’t have the means to process them.”

The Crossroads smithy.

The head of the blacksmith’s guild, who had been trying to forge weapons from the dragon’s claws, declared defeat.

“It’s shameful and miserable to say, but they are materials that cannot be handled with current human technology.”

“Is it that bad…?”

“All the guild leaders of the production guild gathered and put their heads together, but yes. I’m sorry….”

Our Nightmare Slayers, exclusive weapons, or various high-level magic are of a certain caliber, so even if it’s a part of a dragon’s body, we can cut it or inflict damage.

But we can’t use that to process equipment. It was natural for the production guild to be reluctant.

“Hmm, what should we do….”

I was planning to make a dragon-slaying weapon – a Dragon Slayer – from the materials obtained from Parekian’s body and use it in the next raid.

My plan hit a snag here. What should I do?

“What do you mean, what should we do? That’s when I come in.”

A confident voice rang out from behind us.

We were all surprised and turned to look. Wait, you?!?

“Kellybay!”

“Such high-quality materials should naturally be entrusted to the world’s best craftsman, Kellybay, shouldn’t they?”

The bald dwarf, Kellybay, was grinning. Behind him were other representatives of different races – Verdandi, Kuilan, and King Poseidon.

“Are you all okay?”

They had indigestion from taking the wrong tonic… ah, no, the gods had chosen them as avatars and bestowed power upon them, so they had been quite ill for the past few days. Are they feeling better?

“Of course, I’m fine now. My whole body is itching.”

Kellybay grinned.

“I want to move as soon as possible. If I can help kill the monsters lurking in the darkness… I’ll do anything.”

“….”

Kellybay’s eyes flashed with a dazzling golden light.

The other three’s eyes were the same. The unique golden aura of the transcendent was radiating sharply. They had changed since becoming Chosen Ones.

“I’m sorry for resting for so long, Ash. But I can now return to the front lines.”

Verdandi bowed to me.

Her movements were neat, but there was an undeniable anger hidden within.

“Please take me with you on the next sortie. I want to be at the forefront of monster extermination.”

Kuilan was still in his silver-red werewolf form, and he bumped his fists together in front of his chest.

“I don’t know why the former god chose me… but since I’ve gained power, I should use it well. Just give me the order, Captain.”

“….”

I looked around at the three of them and paused for a moment.

Kellyson, Skuld, and Yoon.

Three of their loved ones had died or been seriously injured. Was that why? Behind the three’s burning fighting spirit, a clear resentment was boiling.

Only King Poseidon, the merman king, remained calm… just silently watching the three from behind.

“….”

But what could I say about their anger and resentment?

Instead of meddling unnecessarily, I decided to focus on the future.

“I want to make weapons out of these claws. Is it possible?”

The four representatives of different races picked up the dragon’s claws and examined them. Kellybay nodded.

“Dragon parts contain powerful magic in themselves. If it’s a part of a being like the Black Dragon Legion, it can’t be processed by ordinary means.”

“Then….”

“Yes. ‘Unusual’ methods are more than enough.”

Kellybay, with a smirk, raised his hammer, and golden magic swirled around his hand. It was the power of the dwarf’s race god.

Clang-!

The hammer fell on the claw, sending sparks flying in all directions.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang-!

The claw, which had not moved at first, slowly began to flatten as Kellybay persistently hammered it.

The eyes of the production guild members who were watching widened. They couldn’t hide their surprise as the material, which hadn’t moved at all with their technology, began to be shaped as if by magic.

“Hoo….”

Kellybay, having confirmed that his hammer was working, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked the other representatives of different races.

“Will you help me?”

Verdandi, Kuilan, and King Poseidon nodded and rolled up their sleeves.

They were the representatives of the four major races.

The four major races were also excellent blacksmiths, alchemists, carpenters, and stonemasons.

The four representatives of different races began to refine the dragon’s claws, each wrapped in magic of their race’s symbolic color.

Everyone around them watched this rare and precious sight with bated breath.

***

Several days after the four representatives of different races, the members of each race, and the production guild members all worked together to create the Dragon Slayers.

Finally, one weapon at a time began to arrive at the lord’s mansion. I lightly touched the black blade of the completed longsword with my fingertip.

[Black Dragon Claw Sword (SR) Lv.50]

The Dragon Slayer tag was attached.

Perhaps because the material was a claw, which is considered relatively low-grade among the dragon’s body parts, the grade was low and the damage was average. But still, it was a Dragon Slayer.

This word, meaning dragon slayer, also means a weapon that can kill dragons. It means that it’s a kind of dragon-slaying license that allows you to kill them, ignoring the difference in presence, or whatever that caliber thing is.

‘Now we can kill them.’

Nightmare Slayers, exclusive weapons, and high-level magic like [Elemental Disassembly] are powerful enough to fight dragons.

But our means are too limited. We need equipment that all heroes can use more universally. That is the Dragon Slayer, and now several of them are starting to be prepared.

‘Actually, in my initial plan, I was going to kill Parekian once this was completed.’

After that, I was thinking of making other equipment with Parekian’s magic core, scales, and bones.

But… somehow, he’s docile, and his loyalty is high. I think I’ll leave him alone for a little longer for now.

It’s good to have as many variables as possible.

***

After a suitable number of Dragon Slayers were completed, I summoned the heroes again. This time, the heroes of different races also attended the meeting.

The lord’s mansion. The reception room.

Tap!

I tapped the blackboard and explained.

“The next one we’re going to face is ‘Black Dragon’s Fang,’ Tustibean.”

He is the second raid target we will defeat, and at the same time.

“This guy’s main pattern is breath.”

The pattern that represents dragons, and the most powerful attack.

It’s a dragon that mainly uses breath.

“His breath alone is comparable to any dragon in the Black Dragon Legion, a truly outstanding firepower.”

The heroes all swallowed hard at my words.

Other patterns of the dragon species can be endured even if you accidentally take a hit. But if you get hit by a breath head-on, you die.

I’ve said it enough times that everyone remembers it clearly.

The breath that Dusk Bringer shot in the martial arts tournament was, after all, shot with controlled power. If you get hit by a dragon’s full-power breath, you’ll literally be reduced to dust.

“But this guy is also a bit of a moron… so his weakness is clear.”

“What do you mean by weakness?”

“His breath-shooting organs are extremely developed, but the rest of his body has degenerated and is stuck to the ground. He’s a huge dragon, but it’s easier to think of his whole body as a giant cannon.”

A fixed gun emplacement, you could say.

He’s a huge, heavy, and slow dragon, but each of his attacks is terribly powerful. That’s what he’s like.

“He has almost no other means of attack besides breath. If we can get close, now that we have Dragon Slayers, we can easily cut him down.”

“…But getting close is the problem.”

“That’s right.”

I drew a picture on the blackboard with chalk. It was a picture of a stone warehouse that looked like a burial mound.

“The place where he made his lair is the ‘Military Warehouse’ in the 9th district dungeon. This place was where the Lake Kingdom’s military supplies were stored… and there’s only one entrance, and the facility itself is underground.”

In other words.

A dragon is lurking in an underground cave with only one entrance, and this bastard is so powerful that his firepower can slap any monster in the face, and his fire-breathing head is aimed at the only entrance.

If you enter through the entrance, you’ll be burned to death by his breath.

“Hmm….”

The heroes who were listening were sweating. Lucas raised his hand and asked on behalf of the others.

“…How are we supposed to catch this, my lord?”

I put my arms on the high table in front of me, rested my chin on my clasped hands, and grinned.

“That’s why I’ve prepared a plan.”

There’s no reason to kindly enter the arena he’s dug out.

No, I’d rather turn the arena upside down.

“Operation name, Tomb Maker.”

I tapped the chalk on the top of the military warehouse picture I had drawn on the blackboard.

“He’s already in an underground tomb, isn’t he?”

With a grin, I circled the top of the warehouse with chalk.