Chapter 839
Chapter 839
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 839
Chapter Title: A Tyrant for You
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It took only a week to finish preparations for the march.
Thanks to Grand General Luteon having everything ready to deploy the army at a moment's notice.
The assembled forces numbered 200,000. Not just the imperial soldiers, but troops from nobles across the empire as well. According to Luteon, they could scrape together up to a million if they pushed it—barely. It was partly thanks to conquering the Harmel Kingdom this time.
200,000 strong.
I just shrugged it off.
Honestly, smashing the Dwarf Kingdom of Totlos would be a one-man job for me. The reason I wasn't doing it alone was because my goal wasn't destruction, but conquest. For a smooth takeover, I needed an army.
To rack up Tyrant Points, conquest takes priority over annihilation.
Blowing Totlos off the map might net a huge Tyrant Points haul all at once, but conquering it meant steady exploitation long-term.
I've got to avoid a situation where I wipe out every nation on the continent and still fall short of 100 million Tyrant Points.
I pulled out my smartphone to check my Tyrant Points status. Notifications were popping up one after another.
Steady gains, bit by bit. Even if I did nothing, over 500 Tyrant Points piled up daily.
50,000 in 100 days... 500,000 in 1,000. Not bad at all. Especially since I can just let it run on autopilot.
Decent, but not satisfying. My target was 100 million Tyrant Points, after all.
"Luteon."
Riding in a lavish eight-horse carriage, I opened the window and called for him. Luteon, insisting he was still active-duty, rode up beside the carriage on horseback.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"We are bored. Send some beautiful knightesses to Our carriage."
"...Yes, Your Majesty. I shall select the finest and send them."
Soon, the beautiful knightesses arrived.
Five of them. In this world, female knights were rarer than in typical fantasy settings, and most looked as rugged as men, making true beauties scarce. Rare things deserved cherishing.
"Strip. Today, We shall bestow Our grace upon you."
One knightess stepped forward. Sweat beading on her stiff face, she struggled to maintain her dignity as she spoke.
"Great Emperor, Your Majesty. I have pledged my chastity to a man. We are promised marriage once this war ends. Please, show mercy."
"Hah. Spare Us the nonsense. Tonight, your husband is Our cock."
I pulled my erect dick from my pants and thrust it toward her.
"See? Your husband grows lonely. Come, soothe him with your lips."
"Your Majesty..."
"Do not test Our patience. Your family, your man, your friends, your village—they could all burn to ash on Our single word. Forget it not."
"......"
The chaste knightess stripped bare and pressed her lips to my cock.
???
My plan was simple.
March on the capital of the Dwarf Kingdom Totlos, execute the king, and begin ruling. Enslaving dwarves along the way was a bonus.
And the first hurdle in that plan.
I stared in astonishment at what lay ahead. A steel wall loomed massively before us. This was a romance fantasy world blending eras, but its foundation was medieval. Yet this wall looked straight out of the near future.
"Grand General. Were the dwarves' walls always like this?"
"...Absolutely not, Your Majesty. ...It seems the Kingdom of Totlos foresaw our invasion."
"We chose to conquer Totlos on a whim. No formal declaration of war, and yet they built this... Does Totlos have some brilliant prophet?"
"They likely began preparations the moment the empire conquered Harmel. Even without a master prophet among the king's advisors, there must be an exceptional strategist."
"Preparation changes nothing. Stormbreaker."
I summoned Stormbreaker. Gripping it in spear form, I took aim.
Woooooong.
Aura Blade coalesced and compressed along Stormbreaker. I rooted my lower body, arched my arm and back, and hurled it at the gate. The javelin tore through the air, pulverizing it, and shredded the steel gate like paper.
Stormbreaker flew back to my hand at my command.
"Advance."
The soldiers roared and charged the gate.
No wall or gate, no matter how sturdy, could bar me.
BOOM!
An explosion rang out.
Bang! Bang-bang-bang!
Gunfire, too.
"What?"
I furrowed my brow. The battlefield looked like modern vs. fantasy.
"Dwarven bombs and magi-guns, Your Majesty."
Luteon explained calmly. Totlos, the dwarf kingdom, had advanced magi-stone tech. The magi-guns and bombs were powerful, but mana stones made them costly.
I hadn't expected dwarves to be this advanced. In the original story, they were just name-dropped.
"That's why we led with knights instead of regular soldiers?"
"Magi-guns can't pierce knightly armor. Even bombs, a knight can handle."
The magi-guns and bombs stalled us briefly,
Thud. Thud-thud. Thud.
But then came the heavy footfalls of steel golems. Fifty of them, over 5 meters tall, rampaged across the field. The knights met them without flinching.
"They even make robots. True slave-specialist race."
"...Something's off here, Your Majesty."
"What's off?"
"This is just one of Totlos's cities. Covering the gate and walls in steel is excessive. And steel golems... Totlos has plenty of iron mines, but no single city could afford to waste this much."
"Now that you mention it, Grand General, it does seem strange."
Not a big deal. I'd win Totlos anyway.
Still, to minimize losses... maybe lend a hand.
I summoned Stormbreaker clones in javelin form. One by one, I hurled them. Golems pierced and toppled.
With my intervention, the battle ended swiftly.
"Capture prisoners! Plunder and gather the city's food! All other looting permitted!"
Luteon bellowed orders. Soldiers cheered victory and began pillaging. It boosted morale.
I sat in the city square, eyeing the beautiful dwarf women. Dwarf females were short, but busty and curvy. The issue: most were plump-bodied with angular faces—not my type. One in a thousand, maybe.
"Your Majesty. We've captured the city lord and the Digger tribe leader."
The city lord was a dwarf with orange beard. Eyes bulging, he bellowed at me.
"Master of Bellakaros! If you are truly the empire's lord! A monarch of great deeds! Leave the common folk be! Take my head if you must! My soldiers will gladly be your prisoners! Show mercy to the people! The dwarven masses will praise you for it!"
"A mere city lord, ordering Us around? You're bold in your madness."
The slave whelp's shouting soured my mood.
"Grand General. Before his eyes, round up dwarves and execute them one by one. Two thousand should do. Spare the skilled artisans. Kill that dwarf last."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Emperor! You bastard! Prince Totlos will smash your skull with his hammer and bring peace to the continent!"
"Dwarf shit-sack's got a giant's voice, at least."
Knights dragged the city lord away.
My gaze shifted to the Digger tribe leader. The Diggers looked inhuman: bald, skin like hard armor. Like humanoid armadillos. All looked alike—hard to tell males from females. Breasts gave faint clues, if you looked close.
"Digger tribe, eh. First I've seen. Rarer than mermaids?"
"Your Majesty. This explains why dwarves have so much steel. Dwarves and Diggers are allied, without doubt."
"We do not follow your meaning. Elaborate."
"Diggers produce iron internally. They excrete it alongside waste after eating."
"Shit out iron? Amusing race."
I hadn't imagined such a thing. Breed them right, and iron's infinite.
"...Emperor. You shatter the continent's order. All but your empire will rise against you. Continental heroes will emerge, dragging the cruel tyrant to execution."
"Insolent prattle. From now, you're no Digger tribe—you're the Shit Tribe. Shitting machines for the empire. Work hard."
"Earth Mother Goddess, curse this arrogant, inhuman emperor with the land's wrath!"
The insolent Digger's body glowed gold. Like High Priestess Penelope of the Heavenly God Church. Divine power.
"Th-this level of divine power! Your Majesty! Danger! Take cover!"
Luteon panicked. I smirked at him. The usually cool-headed fool, undone by this?
"Grand General. Compose yourself. It's unbecoming. Act like a grand general. We have Arondight. A Shit Tribe trick is laughable."
Unlike Luteon, who drew his sword to block me, I lounged with legs crossed.
"Y-Your Majesty! Lake's Blessing works only on magic! Divine power is fundamentally different!"
"...What?"
The Digger fired golden light at me. It snaked around blocking Luteon like a living thing and struck me.
Nothing. No pain.
"...Nothing special."
"Emperor! You shall never touch the earth again!"
The Digger shouted. Suddenly, my body shot skyward. In a blink, clouds were beside me.
The dwarf city sprawled below.
Oddly, I wasn't falling.
"Never touch the earth again... I see. A divine curse via holy power."
Exiled from the land.
A curse, likely.
Heaven's Heart.
I activated Heaven's Heart. The curse lifted; I plummeted toward earth.
Skydiving out of nowhere? Not bad for a change of pace.
Landing was easy. Telekinesis.
...No need, even.
I wrapped my body in mana, reinforcing it. Legs braced. I hit the ground.
BOOM!
I landed upright, spine straight. Luteon, guards, soldiers, and the Digger gaped in shock.
"Fine view from up there. Flying now and then isn't bad."
I eyed the Digger. He stumbled back instinctively, eyes on a incomprehensible monster.
"But you were too bold. Daring to curse Us? We'll curse you in turn. Eternal torment."
"Ah, aaah... Earth Mother Goddess..."
He collapsed to the ground.