Chapter 114 114: Nyssara, Thurn, and Vertha, Become Tier 4

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Chapter 114 of "Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me" kicks off with: On the outskirts of the contested city, a massive force stands ready. Fifty thousand monstrous... Continue reading!

On the outskirts of the contested city, a massive force stands ready. Fifty thousand monstrous soldiers, their forms casting eerie shadows under the dim sky, await the order to strike. They are led by four figures, Sorin, Nyssara, Thurn, and Veltha, each commanding specialized units tailored to their strengths. Nyssara, now a Tier 4 commander, stands at the front of her division. Clad in dark, heavy armor, her presence is as unshakable as the creatures behind her, monsters bred for defense, their hulking forms resembling living fortresses. Their thick hides gleam under the faint light, shields and natural armor braced for the impending clash. Beside her, Veltha also got promoted to a commander, also a tier 4, the wind rustling through her long silver hair. Her command consists of fast-moving monsters, agile and relentless, their sleek bodies built for rapid strikes and precise destruction. The air around them is filled with anticipation, the beasts shifting restlessly as if eager to be unleashed. Thurn the same as the two, got promoted and breakthrough to tier 4, his eyes glinting with cold amusement, stands among his forces, monsters steeped in poison, their very existence a walking plague. Venom drips from fangs and claws, and the scent of toxicity lingers in the air. The battlefield ahead is not just a place of war, it will be a breeding ground for death. Sorin, surveys the city ahead with an expression of quiet intensity. Unlike the others, her authority is not defined by a specific combat style but by her unwavering command over the entire force. The city walls loom in the distance, filled with defenders, fifty thousand strong, a mix of Raltheon's battered army and the newly arrived reinforcements from Ordeya and Valgros. She speaks, her voice calm but firm. "Although most of them are adventurers, we shouldn't underestimate them. After all, they're from Ordeya." Nyssara nods, arms crossed over her plated chest. "Ordeya adventurers are tough, that's what the rumors said. But they're not invincible. We just have to break them properly." Veltha tilts her head toward Sorin. "What's the plan?" Sorin looks over the battlefield, taking in the terrain, the defenses, and the formation of the enemy. "We split the attack into three waves. Nyssara, your forces will take the lead. Your job isn't to break through immediately, it's to absorb their attacks, hold the line, and wear them down." Nyssara smirks. "Leave it to me." Sorin continues, eyes flickering toward Veltha. "Once they're engaged, you and your monsters strike next. Speed is your greatest advantage. Don't give them time to reorganize. Hit them hard and fast." Veltha's eyes gleam. "Sounds fun." Finally, Sorin shifts her gaze to Thurn. "You will follow last. By then, their formation should be weakened. That's when you strike. Flood their ranks with poison. Make sure their healers are overwhelmed." Thurn nods, a slow, knowing smile creeping across his face. "They'll be too busy gasping for air to put up much of a fight." Sorin exhales, her gaze lingering on the enemy city. "This battle won't be easy. But if we execute this right, we'll be able to conquer this city." The air is thick with tension. Fifty thousand monstrous warriors stand ready, their breaths heavy, their claws, fangs, and weapons poised for war. Across the battlefield, the city's defenders tighten their grips on their weapons, their banners fluttering violently in the wind. The clash is inevitable. Sorin raises her arm, and a deafening silence falls over the monster army. Then, with a single motion, she brings it down. A monstrous roar erupts as Nyssara's vanguard surges forward. The ground trembles as towering, heavily armored monsters charge across the battlefield. Their sheer size and unyielding defenses make them living battering rams. Shields lock together, forming an unstoppable wall of steel and flesh. From the city walls, a storm of arrows and spells rains down. Fiery projectiles streak through the air, crashing into the advancing horde. Explosions tear through the earth, sending dust and shattered stone flying. Some monsters fall, their bodies consumed by fire or pierced by enchanted bolts, but the line does not break. Nyssara, leading from the front, lifts her massive shield, deflecting a barrage of incoming projectiles. A blast of fire slams into her, but she emerges unscathed, her armor glowing red-hot before cooling almost instantly. "Hold the line!" she roars. "Advance!" A hail of arrows pelts her shield, but she pushes forward, her troops following in perfect formation. The city gates loom closer. Then, with a thunderous crash, the first impact occurs. Raltheon's frontline meets Nyssara's forces head-on. The clash of metal against flesh is deafening. Warriors are sent flying as the monsters smash into them like a tidal wave. Shields splinter, weapons break, and the defenders struggle to hold their ground. From the rear, a group of adventurers steps forward. One of them, a hulking man wielding a massive warhammer, slams it into the ground. A shockwave ripples outward, toppling several monsters. Another adventurer on top of the walls, a mage clad in blue robes, raises a hand, summoning jagged ice spears that pierce through the first row of charging creatures. Nyssara watches as several of her monsters collapse, frozen solid or crushed beneath the hammer's force. She exhales slowly, rolling her shoulders before striding forward, her heavy armor gleaming in the chaos of battle. Then, her gaze locks onto the warhammer-wielding adventurer. A grin tugs at the corner of her lips. "Oh, a strong one." The man, an iron-clad warrior meets her gaze. His grip tightens on the warhammer, its runes pulsing with a deep, molten glow. "You must be one of their commanders," he says, his voice steady despite the carnage around them. Nyssara chuckles. "Yeah, I'm the commander." She plants her feet firmly into the ground, her six crimson eyes locking onto him. Her armor, a deep obsidian-black with veins of shimmering silver, gleams under the fiery glow of battle. Her fingers flex over the hilt of her weapon—a massive greatshield, its surface jagged like the carapace of a monstrous beast. The adventurer exhales sharply, shifting his stance. "Name's Gar." He hefts his warhammer onto his shoulder, his muscles tensing. "And if you're leading this charge, that means I get to crush you first."

Chapter 114 114: Nyssara, Thurn, and Vertha, Become Tier 4

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