I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game - Chapter 629

629. [Side Story]

A few days have passed since the Dragon Slayer Parekian Raid.

In the meantime, Parekian has completely built his nest in the backyard garden of the manor house.

I tried to forcefully put it in the subspace for the captive monsters, but they didn’t pretend to hear it, and the other captive monsters in the subspace were also terrified and shivering… I had no choice but to leave it in the backyard.

In particular, seeing Hercules, who had been eating 1 cup in the sub-space, declared surrender with his stomach out and turned upside down, I was stunned.

It seems that the class is different because it is indeed a dragon.

‘…If it’s a Kraken, would it be worth competing with?’

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

Since this cephalopod monster is randomly summoned, it does not live in a subspace. Still, if he’s good enough, how can he not be worth fighting against even Parekian…?

‘No, no, the monster war delusion is about this!’

Big hum. anyway.

‘First of all, I’ve never caused any damage to the royalties… I don’t emit evil energy unique to monsters, and I have high loyalty… I do have the absolute right to command in case of emergency.’

I decided it was okay to leave it in the backyard.

Besides, he follows Violet’s words well.

Is it because Violet allowed me to show, hear, and take on the world? Violet’s words were obediently followed.

I clapped for this miracle duo. bravo.

“So the Gamble Club will continue to manage Parekian.”

“Wow!”

Violet was crying, but the rest of the Gamble Club members were happy.

From the point of view of the other four who did not see this dragon’s ferocious appearance in the dungeon, it seems that Parekian looks pretty cool.

He doesn’t show any fraud, he sits politely and moves as Violet tells him, so even to me he looks like a decent dragon. Although I do not have eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

While the other four scrubbed and polished Parekian’s entire body, Violet murmured softly as she lay limp on Parekian’s neck.

“Kill me…”

Uh-huh. what to die Let’s live until we paint the walls with shit.

And above all. The advantage of keeping the Parekian in the backyard garden of the mansion.

Scratch scratch.

It is easy to gather materials…!

As long as Violet showed her the scenery around her, Parekian sat quietly and didn’t care what we did to her body.

Thanks to that, we were able to easily trim the long toenails on his six legs.

“It’s an incredibly hard claw. It must be a dragon… It was difficult just to cut it.”

Lucas stuck out his tongue, holding the long clean-cut toenail in his hand. The Parekian’s claws were long, thin, and sharp, like sharp blades in themselves.

Despite being a toenail that grows back over time even if it is cut, its hardness was beyond imagination.

Among the equipment possessed by the monster front, there were few equipment that could be cut.

Among them, he was able to remove his long toenails after gently sawing them with Lucas’s [Bowed Sword], which was the easiest to use and could be restored immediately if damaged.

Suddenly, Lucas, who became a dragon claw manager, removed the claws while sweating profusely.

The claws thus secured were sent to the smithy. Because it was a great weapon material.

But there’s a problem.

“…we don’t have the means to process it.”

Cross Road Forge.

The head of the Blacksmith Guild, who was somehow trying to forge a weapon with the dragon’s claw, declared surrender.

“It is embarrassing and disastrous, but it is a material that cannot be handled with current human technology.”

“You mean that much…?”

“All the heads of the production union gathered and put their heads together, but that’s the case. I’m sorry…” Because

the Nightmare Slayer, exclusive weapon, and various high-ranking magics we possess are of a certain level. Even the dragon’s body parts could be cut off or damaged.

It is impossible to process equipment with it. It was natural for the production union to show disapproval.

“Umm, what is it…”

I was planning to make a dragon slayer with the materials obtained from Parekian’s body and use it in the next raid.

Here the plan met the reef. What should I do?

“What’s wrong? At that time, I can be there.”

Then a confident voice rang from behind.

We all looked back in surprise. Aren’t you?!

“Kelly Bay!”

“Shouldn’t such high-end ingredients be entrusted to Kelly Bay, the world’s best artisan?”

I saw Kellibey, a bald dwarf grinning. Behind him is another representative of a different race – Verdandi Quylan King Poseidon.

“Are you all okay?”

I got sick from eating the wrong medicine… Ah no, I’ve been seriously ill for the past few days because these gods chose them as avatars and lowered their strength. did you feel better?

“Of course I’m fine now. My whole body itches.”

Kelly Bay smirked.

“I want to move quickly. If I can help slay the monsters that lurk in the darkness over there… I want to do anything.”

“…”

A dazzling golden light flashed in Kelly Bay’s eyes.

Same for the other three eyes. The golden light unique to the Transcendentalist was shining brightly. After becoming Chosen One, his eyes changed.

“Sorry for the long break, Ash-sama. But now a return to the frontline is possible.”

Belldandy showed me an example.

Her neat movements, however, were tinged with anger that could not be hidden.

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

Quylan was still a silvery-red werewolf, his fists slammed in front of his chest.

“I don’t know what the good god chose me for… but since I’ve gained power, I should use it well. Just give me orders, Captain.”

“…”

I swallowed my words while looking around the three of them.

Kellison Skuld and Yun.

Three of their precious people were either dead or seriously injured. Maybe that’s why behind the burning speculation of the three, a vivid resentment was brewing.

Only the mermaid king, Poseidon, still had a cold face… he just watched the three of them from behind.

“…”

But what can I say about their anger and resentment?

Instead of meddling, I decided to focus on future work.

“I want to make a weapon out of these claws. Would that be possible?”

The four representatives of the different races lifted the dragon’s claws and examined them. Kelly Bay nodded.

“The dragon’s parts contain powerful magic in themselves. If it’s a part of an existence of the size of the Black Dragon Corps, it can’t be processed with normal methods.”

“Then…”

“Yes. Any ‘unusual’ method is quite possible.”

Kellibey smiled with a raised beard and raised her hammer, with golden magic enveloping her hand. It was the power of the dwarf race god.

Caang-!

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

kang! kang! kang! kang! Kkang-!

At first, it was a toenail that didn’t even move, but as Kelly Bey beat it persistently… it slowly began to straighten its curve.

The eyes of the people in the production union who were watching widened.

It seems that he couldn’t hide his surprise when the material, which had not even moved at all with this technology, began to be trimmed like a lie.

“Whoa…”

Kelly Bay, who wiped the sweat off her forehead after confirming that her hammer was working, asked as she looked around at the rest of the representatives of the different races.

“Can you help me?”

Verdandy and Quylan King Poseidon nodded and rolled up their sleeves.

They were representatives of the 4 different races.

The four generations of this tribe were also excellent blacksmiths, alchemists, carpenters, and masons.

Each of the four representatives of the different races began to smelt the dragon’s claws while wearing the magic of the color that symbolizes their race.

All the people surrounding this rare spectacle watched with sweat on their hands.

***

Representatives of four different races and members of each race and production guild people.

It’s been a few days since everyone stuck together and worked on making a dragon slayer.

Finally, weapons were produced one by one and began to arrive at the manor house. I gently touched the black blade of the finished longsword with my fingertips.

[Black Dragon’s Claw Sword (SR) Lv.50] < Dragon Slayer >

The Dragon Slayer tag is attached.

The material is a claw that can be said to be relatively low-grade among the dragon’s body, so the grade is low and the damage is normal. Still, it’s a dragon slayer.

This word, which means dragon slayer, also means a weapon that can kill a dragon.

It means that it is something equivalent to a dragon slaughter license that allows you to kill them, ignoring the difference in their presence.

‘Now I can kill them.’

High-ranking magicians such as the Nightmare Slayer and the exclusive weapon [Dissolve Elements] are sufficient enough to fight dragons, but.

This is too limited in means. More universally, you need equipment that all heroes can use.

It is a dragon slayer and now several sacks are starting to be prepared.

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

After that, I thought about making other equipment with Parekian’s magic core and scale bones.

But… why is he so calm and loyal? I want to leave it alone for a little while longer.

Because it’s good to take as many variables as possible.

***

After the appropriate number of dragon slayers were completed, I summoned the heroes again. This time, heroes of different races also attended the meeting.

manor house. drawing room.

widely!

I tapped on the blackboard and explained.

“This time, the opponent is Tustibean, the ‘Fang of the Black Dragon’.”

It’s the second raid opponent we’ll take down, and at the same time.

“Breath is the main pattern for this guy.”

A pattern that represents dragons and an attacking weapon with the strongest power.

It is a dragon that mainly uses breath.

“The breath alone is a guy with outstanding firepower that is comparable to any other dragon in the Black Dragon Corps.”

At my words, the heroes swallowed dry saliva in unison.

Another pattern of polyps has the potential to survive an accidental blow. However, the breath dies the moment it hits properly.

Everyone will remember it clearly because I’ve said it to the point where I’ve been sick of it.

The breath that Dusk Bringer fired in the martial arts competition was also shot after adjusting the strength anyway. If you get hit by the dragon’s full-strength breath, you literally can’t even pick a bone.

“On the other hand, this guy is also less inferior… so his weakness is obvious.”

“What do you mean by weakness?”

“The organ that shoots the breath is extremely developed, but the rest of the body has degenerated and is stuck to the ground. It’s an incredibly gigantic dragon, but it’s easier to think of it as a cannon with its entire body.”

Let’s call it a stationary cannon.

Instead of being terrifyingly big, massive, and slow, you can think of it as a dragon that’s terribly powerful with each blow.

“There is almost no other means of attack other than the breath. If I could get close, I’d have a dragon slayer now. I can cut it into chunks.”

“…But access is going to be a problem.”

“Exactly.”

I sketched a picture on the blackboard with chalk. It was a picture of a stone warehouse resembling a burial mound.

“The place where he turned on the rare was the District 9 dungeon ‘Arms Depot’. This is where the munitions of the Lake Kingdom were stored at the time… There is only one entrance, and the facility itself is underground.”

In other words.

There is a dragon lurking in an underground crypt with only one entrance, and this youngster is powerful enough to slap the face of any monster in terms of firepower alone, and its fire-breathing head is aiming for the only entrance.

If you enter the entrance, it is a structure that has no choice but to burn to death as soon as you enter.

“Hmm…”

The heroes who were listening to this broke out in a cold sweat. Lucas raised his hand and asked.

“…How the hell do you get this, my lord?”

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

“So I prepared the plan.”

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

No, I rather overturn the stadium.

“Operation Tomb Maker.”

I put a piece of chalk on top of the picture of the munitions depot I had drawn on the blackboard.

“Aren’t you stepping into the underground tomb with your feet?”

With a smirk, I drew a circle around the top of the warehouse with chalk.

“Then let’s bury it.”