The Villain Who Smelled Something Tasty Never Arrived Late for the 1273rd Anniversary Celebration

"Why had the Black Tide of fishmen suddenly appeared on the outskirts of the Gray Trench? Why hadn't the merfolk scouts they sent out in advance spotted them? It was an army of nearly two hundred thousand fishmen, with a corrupted sea dragon as their vanguard.

How could they have overlooked such a huge disturbance, when they were marine creatures themselves?

Was it because victory at Beastfort was so close that even the merfolk sentries, who should have been on guard, had started relaxing too soon? What kind of allies were we working with, anyway!"

Inside the command room of the Murphy's Hammer, Uncle Qin was unusually furious after receiving the emergency report. As an excellent commander, he rarely criticized allies so harshly in the middle of a campaign. But damn it, the timing of this fishman ambush was infuriating.

Beastfort had just been breached, and players and merfolk were scattered throughout the city, fighting holdouts in the streets.

They had no way to quickly regroup and deal with the fishmen's assault force. If things went wrong, both the players and the merfolk vanguard could be trapped inside Beastfort. The players weren't afraid to die, but if the merfolk vanguard were wiped out here, their hard-won victory would immediately turn bitter.

So Old Qin had to find a way to buy the players and merfolk inside Beastfort time to withdraw and reform their defenses, now that their allies had slipped up.

Fortunately, the staff weren't there to make up the numbers. They had already drawn up contingency plans for emergencies like this.

"Uncle Qin, all ten airships have finished swapping in the goldburn-fueled, accelerated deep-water bombs, and the power-armor knights are ready to deploy! We're about to reach the skies above Beastfort's waters and can begin bombing the enemy at