Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Shimada Jōkyō had naturally seen those mages cast spells in the capital.

They looked similar to shrine maidens, but also somewhat different.

However, his level was too low to accurately pinpoint the differences.

Jett, on the other hand, immediately recognized the distinction.

Their spellcasting speed wasn't as fast as mages, but their attack range was significantly larger than that of mage groups.

Eventually, after a grueling battle, Oki no Masamori of Oki Province, relying on his altered state, withstood the joint attack of three eighth-level pirates, and the pirates were repelled.

If the shrine maiden's large-scale magic hadn't descended, shattering the pirates' morale, Victor would have stepped in personally to kill Oki no Masamori, this eighth-level powerhouse of the island nation.

However, seeing the falling thunder from the sky, Victor ultimately chose to retreat. This time, they launched a frontal assault, while other pirates landed from different directions. With Oki Province's main force tied down, the defenses in other areas shouldn't be strong enough to resist the pirate army's attack.

They took the plundered wealth, boarded their warships, and fled Oki Province.

Although the people of Oki Province paid a heavy price, they successfully defended their homeland.

After the battle ended, the people of Oki Province began to clear the battlefield and rebuild their homes.

Seeing the devastation in his domain, Oki no Motoyasu, the daimyo of Oki Province, couldn't help but cough up blood and faint.

Originally, the province had a population of 35,000, but after this pirate invasion, it dropped to less than 20,000.

More than 15,000 people were plundered and killed.

"These detestable pirates!" Oki no Masamori cursed, clutching the wound on his chest and gazing at the fleeing pirate army.

Shimada Jōkyō stood in the distance, looking towards Oki Province, his heart filled with resentment.

Jett sighed helplessly: "This defeat is only temporary. We will definitely return."

Jett's words were more of a consolation to Shimada Jōkyō.

Shimada Jōkyō watched the pirates being gradually repelled, his heart filled with unwillingness.

This defeat was not only due to Oki Province's stubborn resistance, but also because the pirate army lacked powerful mages.

"Captain, what should we do now?" Shimada Jōkyō asked cautiously.

Jett was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "First, retreat to our lair and reorganize our forces. The lack of mage power is indeed a major weakness, but we cannot give up because of this. We must find a way to recruit more mages or find other ways to increase our strength."

Shimada Jōkyō nodded, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes: "Those people of Oki Province won't be proud for long. Next time, we will make them pay an even heavier price."

At the same time, the people of Oki Province were busy in the post-war ruins.

They were clearing corpses and repairing the damaged houses and fortifications.

Oki no Masamori leaned wearily to the side, the wound on his body still throbbing.

He looked at the busy figures of the people, his heart filled with emotion.

This victory was hard-won, and they paid a huge price.

But they also knew that this was only a temporary respite. Jett and the pirates would definitely come back, and they had to seize the time to strengthen their defenses and prepare.

Oki no Motoyasu, who had regained consciousness, walked over and patted his son's shoulder: "Masamori, you did well. But we cannot be complacent. The battles ahead will be even more difficult."

Oki no Masamori nodded firmly: "Father, I understand. We will strengthen our training, improve our strength, and protect our homeland."

Oki no Motoyasu waved his hand and said: "It's nothing. I'll be fine after a period of rest."

Captain Jett did not return with the pirate army, but took advantage of the moonlit night to quietly come to the Gotō Islands of Hizen Province.

He left Shimada Jōkyō and the remaining eight hundred islanders there.

Bringing them back to the empire was obviously impossible, the risk was too great, so it was better to let them stay on the island continent to develop. How much intelligence they could develop depended entirely on their abilities.

Before leaving, Jett also specially took out a large sum of money and grain that he had plundered from Oki Province. He looked at Shimada Jōkyō with a serious expression and said: "Shimada-kun, I'm giving you these things, hoping that you can quickly integrate into Hizen Province. Next time I come, I hope that these eight hundred people will all become qualified samurai."

Shimada Jōkyō's face was full of respect, and he bowed deeply: "Yes!" His eyes flashed with a firm light, as if expressing his determination to Captain Jett.

The night wind blew, and the waves lapped against the reefs, making bursts of sound.

Captain Jett took one last look at Shimada Jōkyō and the eight hundred islanders, then turned and boarded a small boat, disappearing into the vast night.

Shimada Jōkyō straightened up, looking in the direction of Captain Jett's departure, a strong ambition surging in his heart.

He knew very well that he must lead these eight hundred people to make a name for themselves in Hizen Province, provide more intelligence to Captain Jett, and prepare for future actions.

If he couldn't complete these tasks, he would have no value, and if he lost his value, he would be ruthlessly abandoned by Captain Jett, and he might even be killed by him by any means.

And the eight hundred islanders also felt the turning point of their fate at this moment. Looking at the money and grain around them, their hearts were filled with anticipation for the future, but also with a hint of unease.

They huddled tightly around Shimada Jōkyō, waiting for his instructions.

Shimada Jōkyō took a deep breath, then began to assign tasks, preparing to lead everyone to integrate into Hizen Province.

Sauron slowly walked out of a secret stronghold of the Bloodtear Organization, the armor on his body flashing with a cold light under the sunlight, with a lot of bright red blood splattered on it, as if telling of the fierce battle he had just experienced.

This was already the tenth Bloodtear stronghold he had cleared, and the capture of each stronghold was smoother than expected.

Without a Saint-level powerhouse sitting in charge, the strongest eighth-level assassins were only in the early stages of the eighth level, how could they resist the Royal Guard Knights?

The locations of these strongholds were all extracted by Selena from their soul memories when refining corpses.

If it weren't for Selena's special ability, Sauron would never have been able to clear so many strongholds and bases of the Bloodtear Organization so quickly.

Sauron had already killed as many as seven eighth-level assassins of the Bloodtear Organization. Each eighth-level assassin was a powerful existence, and they were all the Bloodtear Organization's signboard and foundation in the empire.

In addition, hundreds of seventh-level and sixth-level assassins were also defeated by him. As for those low- and mid-level intelligence personnel, there were even more.

Sauron was too lazy to pay attention to them. In his opinion, these people were just small characters.

At this moment, Sauron's gaze fell on those corpses that had been modified by the human body. He carefully collected these corpses, preparing to bring them to His Excellency to exchange for rewards.