He Died and Receive an Overpowered Tyrant System

Success?

The MQ-9 reaper soared above Nelubkalva's walls and fired her hellfire missiles. It crashes into its tallest building, the bell tower, and blasting it to smithereens. The destruction was the United National Socialist Party's message to Brachride. Nelubkalva's walls meant nothing to them.

Shortly after the explosion, the reaper dropped its PDU-5B dispenser unit from her wings and started falling towards the capital city of the Wexland domain. The PDU-5B then exploded into nearly 60,000 pieces of paper. They were leaflets.

The contents were simple, the United National Socialist Party demanded disarmament and unconditional surrender.

Beaten and weary, there was not a single person among the imperial force that opposed the terms.

With that, the United National Socialist Party took Wexland and captured Marquises Leonhard and Brachride. In practice, that meant that two more northern domains were under their control, and it had only been a single short week since the opening of hostilities in the Poeta mountains.

While the subjugating army had been reduced to less than seven hundred men, the United National Socialist Party suffered a mere three injuries. One man tripped and fractured a bone while descending the mountains. The other two were those he fell into as he stumbled.

…

Meanwhile, in Gustave, the domain's full army was still in Dulhella, the domain's capital and the city that housed Duke Gustave. It was supposed to have been heading to rendezvous with Brachride's forces yet remained curiously stationary.

One had wondered why, and the answer to that question could be found in the smoke billowing up from the Dulhella. At the center of the city, the office of the duke was burning.

As the subjugating army and the United National Socialist Party clashed, another war was beginning over in the Gustave domain.

All over the city, Gustave's army was fighting against a force that called themselves the Red Brigade

Gustave's mad glorification of the king had destroyed the domain's economy all to construct a few gold statues and beautify his lands. Out of concern for affected peasants, a group of Gustave domain nobles had banded together and risen up against him.

"Kill those traitors infesting the Eighbury domain."

After gathering in Dulhella in accordance with Gustave's order, they rose the banner of revolt and turned against their lord.

Divine Spear of Fiery Heavens, Gustave's trump card, had been the Red Brigade's biggest obstacle. After he had expended it on the United National Socialist Party, the Red Brigade had quickly found themselves with an excuse to assemble their full forces at Gustave's front gate.

It was the best opportunity they could've asked for.

One of the ten thousand troops Gustave amassed in Dulhella, all seven thousand soldiers not under his direct command turned on him. With such overwhelming numbers and surprise on their side, the Red Brigade surrounded the duke's office in no time.

Gustav's army responded by moving their defensive line back into the duke's office and holing up there. The structure doubled as a fortress and was fully equipped with pitfall traps, secret passages, and a clockwise spiral staircase designed to hinder the sword arms of any climbing up. Such an advantageous position should've allowed Gustave's people to repel the intruders. Much to their surprise, the thing did not go well for them, however.

The Red Brigade had an ace up their sleeve, one of the Protection Squadron, Jasper. He is well-versed in infiltrating and gathering information. Before the battle, he had pilfered the structure's architectural plan and told the Red Brigade where all traps and secret passages were. In the end, every trip wire and pitfall was rendered worthless, and the hidden corridors only served to offer the Red Brigade more avenues of ingress.

Unable to hold their position, the defenders' line steadily crumbled, and Gustave's army was routed.

Meanwhile, Jasper and the Red Brigade silver-haired knight Albarest took advantage of the chaos to press deep into the fortress and corner Gustav in one of its towers. It was only when the two men reached the top of the tower that they finally met the duke face-to-face.

When Gustave saw that one of them was one of the knights, his black eyes flared up in fury.

"As one of His Majesty's knights, you would bare fangs against the kingdom?!"

Albarest responded by leveling his blood-soaked sword at him

"A nation's foundation is its people. Without them, it's nothing. Any noble who dares tyrannize them is the true traitor. As I understand, Duke Gustave, you yourself once said those very words."

"...!"

"If you have even a shred of sense left in you, surrender now and retain your dignity as a loyal retainer!"

"I see. So Grebel's the mastermind. That man refuse to wake from his idealistic dreams, and now he's gone and dragged aristocrats into his foolery, too!" As he spat those words, fire erupted from the stumps where Gustave's arms had once been.

They burned hot enough to melt Gustave's tunic, writhing like they had minds of their own and molding themselves into the shape of arms. The molded flames grabbed a sword hanging from the wall and held it at the ready.

"I, Gustave, will sear away that moronic illusion, along with your lives!"

"If you won't surrender, you leave us no choice! Let's go, Jasper!" Albarest declared.

"Okay…" Jasper replied.

The pair split up, each running toward one of Gustave's flanks. In response, the duke materialized six burning spheres around himself.

Gustave sent three of the flaming balls at each of his opponents. While the conjured missiles were fast, they could still be followed by the eye. With their superb reflexes, both Albarest and Jasper deftly avoided the oncoming magical attacks.

Instead of stopping, the molten spheres just crashed into the spire's walls and exploded. They blasted all the way through the stone, exposing the interior of the tower to open air.

It was like they were being bombarded by cannon fire; if it hit them, Albarest and Jasper were done for.

While his opponent was preoccupied with avoiding his first move, Gustave summoned another set of fireballs.

To put it in Earth's perspective, it was like fighting against an enemy with a rapid-fire grenade launcher. Such strength made it no surprise to learn that mages were extremely well regarded in a world where traditional firepower topped out at crossbows and swords.

With things proceeding as they were, Jasper knew that he and Albarest wouldn't be able to get in close. On the other hand, continuing to dodge was problematic in and of itself.

If Gustave kept lashing out with such devastating magic, the tower was liable to collapse. Albarest and Jasper had gone in knowing that their foe was a powerful mage, however. They most assuredly hadn't barged in without a plan.

Jasper pulled out a silver, can-sized cylinder from his waist.

"Albarest, cover your eyes!" After shouting out the prearranged warning, Jasper threw the tin can at his feet.

A surge of white light flooded the room to the point where nothing else was visible. It was one of Jasper's new equipment he received from the UNSP, a flash grenade. Gustave's who hadn't shielded himself was immediately overwhelmed.

"ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!! MY EEEEEEYES!!!"

The temporary blindness threw him off guard, and the fireballs floating around him vanished. Albarest took advantage of that opening to close the gap, bringing his sword down toward the duke's neck.

"Traitorous Gustave, your head will roll!"

However…

"Eh?"

Right when it seemed the finishing blow had been struck, something unbelievable happened.

Gustave' who should've been blinded, blocked Albarest's attack. In fact, he did more than just that.

"A lowly knight like you can never measure up to my powers!!!!"

He even managed a counterattack with a swing of his sword and blazing arms. A powerful, practiced, two-hit combo. The first strike came from above, forcing Albarest to stiffen his guard. The second one came from below, knocking him upward.

"Ugh…!"

Finally, Gustave sank a kick into Albarest's exposed abdomen and sent him flying several feet backward.

Having dealt with Albarest, Gustave turned his still-sightless eyes toward Jasper. The spy pulled out his pistol and aimed at the man in front of him.

"Arrrrrrggh!"

The duke curled a free flame-hand into a fist and swung it straight at him. As the burning limb hurled itself forward, it expanded to a massive and took the shape of the gaping dragon's maw.

"What...the…"

Jasper threw himself to the side, too desperate to find out how he was going to land. He managed to barely avoid the scorching dragon head.

He immediately rose up, opened his earpiece, and contacted someone.

"Mike! Where the hell are you? I'm taking fire under here!"

Mike who was across the building was looking into the scope of his McMillan TAC-338A sniper rifle.

The blazing sphere that exploded and destroyed the part of the wall gave Mike an unobstructed view, in his scope, Gustave's head was in the middle of the crosshairs.

"You f*****g traitors...I will burn you down to ashes…!"

"I'm clear…" Mike simply replied.

Jasper replied to Gustave with a deriding smile.

"You're the one who's going down."

With that, Jasper fired his M9 Beretta and shot both of his knees.

"ARGHHH!!!"

The duke let out a cry of anguish as he fell down to his knee.

"How...dare...you...made...me...kneel…!..."

Before he could end his annoying haughty words, another round of bullet pierced his chest. But it was not from the pistol of Jasper but to Mike's sniper rifle.

A gaping hole in his chest. Jasper and Mike continued their onslaught, exhausting their weapon's ammunition, and let out a hail of bullets to helpless Gustave.

Above, Jasper noticed a chandelier suspended in the room by a chain. Jasper reloaded and shot down the chain, severing the link, and dropping down onto Gustav.

Due to the extensive damage the modern firearms did to his body, Gustave was promptly crushed by the chandelier as it crashed to the floor.

Ornate glass and metal stylings became knives that stabbed into Gustave's body. A pool of blood began to spread underneath his crumpled form.

"You killed him?!" Albarest exclaimed.

"Don't jinx it…" Jasper replied. Indeed, the duke still drew breath, bashed and bloodied though he was.

"Damn youuuuu…! You worms who defy His Majesty are crafty, I'll give you that! But don't go thinking you've defeated the mighty Gustave so easily!"

A furious bellow echoed out from beneath the ruined fixture. As Gustave's rage reached its climax, patterns of light began flowing out from below the chandelier and filling the room. With a flash, they shifted from red to white, swelling in heat and intensity.

"Oh boy...this is bad." Jasper's senses were tingling.

"Albarest!"

"Huh?!"

Choosing to trust his intuition, Jasper dashed through Albarest at full speed. After ramming straight into the other man, Jasper kept running. His legs carried both of them outside through the holes Gustave had blown in the walls.

"It's going to hurt!" Warned Jasper as he jumped down the tower.

The tower Gustave was in exploded. Its masonry was devoured by a scorching white light.

The explosion wasn't sated with just the spire, either. A chain of secondary burst went off as well, eventually demolishing the entire office of the duke.

As the shock propagated throughout the air, Jasper and Albarest found themselves landed on the stack of hay, which conveniently, break down their fall.

Eventually, as the shock waves died down and the two of them began getting up, three ally wyvern knights, mounted on a small flying wyvern, landed near to them. It was the survivors from the Red Brigades' small airforce, and they were quite overjoyed that Albarest and Jasper were safe.

"Hey, Albarest, you're all right!" One fighter exclaimed.

"Yes, but only thanks to Jasper!" he replied.

"So what happened to old Gustave?" Inquired a dragoon.

"He was at the center of the explosion. I can't imagine he survived."

"Well now, that's some good news if ever I had any! I'm going to head back and report to Count Grebel at once!"

"I'll leave that to you, then."

"Got it! See you then!"

After exchanging pleasantries, the dragoons headed back to the main Red Brigade Camp.

…

Gustav's explosion had succeeded in taking out fifteen hundred soldiers in an instant, though, enemies and allies alike. Deciding it didn't make sense for a man at the epicenter of such a blast to come out in one piece, the nobles soon made the decision to call off the search of Gustave's body.

Word began to travel that Duke Elm Gustave had blown himself to smithereens, and the Red Brigade was declared victorious.

In place of Count Grebel, who had tragically died during the final battle, Marquis Conrad took over as temporary lord of the domain, drawing a final curtain on the war.