Chapter 67: The Fall Of Delon City (part 3)

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Chapter 67 of "Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me" reveals: Mana surges through him as he activates his Tier 3 skill—Indomitable Charge. A golden aura erupts... Keep reading!

Mana surges through him as he activates his Tier 3 skill—Indomitable Charge. A golden aura erupts around him, the air itself trembling under the force of his will. His veins burn with renewed strength as his body ignores exhaustion, pain, and even the venom coursing through him. Then, he moves. The ground cracks beneath him as he surges forward, his sword gleaming with raw power. He slams into Veltha first, his blade cleaving through the air with enough force to split stone. She barely manages to twist away, but the sheer pressure of his strike sends her flying into a crumbling wall. Nyssara moves to intercept, her claws ready—but Beor doesn't stop. His shield slams into her midsection, sending her skidding backward. He follows up with a brutal downward slash, forcing her to block with both arms. The impact sends another shockwave through the battlefield, and for the first time, Nyssara stumbles. Thurn darts in, aiming for Beor's exposed flank. But Beor anticipates it. He pivots, catching Thurn's strike with his shield before ramming the edge into the serpent's face. Thurn recoils, hissing. Beor breathes heavily, his body burning from exertion. This is it. My last burst of strength. Nyssara wipes a thin trickle of blood from her lips, looking at it with mild amusement. "Well," she says, rolling her shoulders. "That was fun." Thurn chuckles, rubbing his jaw. "Haven't been hit like that in a while." Veltha groans, pulling herself from the rubble. "He's tougher than he looks." Beor grips his sword, his vision blurring. His time is running out. Beor staggers, his breath ragged. His limbs feel like lead, the venom dulling his movements, his strength ebbing away with each second. His vision wavers, but he refuses to fall—not yet. He tightens his grip on his sword, forcing his body to obey. 'If I'm going down, I'm taking at least one of them with me.' But the three monsters aren't even breathing heavily. They stand before him, unharmed, watching him struggle with the casual amusement of predators toying with their prey. Nyssara tilts her head. "Still standing? I'll give you credit for that." Beor exhales sharply, shifting his stance. "You think this is over?" Thurn chuckles. "No. But you do." Beor growls and lunges forward, pouring the last of his strength into a final, desperate swing at Nyssara. His blade sings through the air— But she's faster. She sidesteps effortlessly, her claws darting out in the same motion. A flash of silver, a streak of red—Beor's sword arm is severed at the elbow. Pain erupts through his body, but he doesn't even have time to scream. Veltha's tail coils around his legs and yanks, sending him crashing onto his back. Before he can move, Thurn's foot slams onto his chest, pinning him in place. Beor gasps, blood bubbling at his lips. His vision blurs further. His strength... gone. Nyssara crouches beside him, watching with mild curiosity. "Too bad," she murmurs. "If I had fought you alone, it would've been a good match." Beor tries to speak, but nothing comes. The last thing he sees is her smirking face, before darkness takes him. Thurn clicks his tongue. "That took longer than I expected." Veltha sighs, wiping a streak of blood from her blade. "You two were playing around." Nyssara shrugs. "Maybe. But at least he made it interesting." She rises, glancing down the ruined street. Smoke still fills the air, and the city of Delon is nothing but a dying ember. Suspended in the air above the city, Alix and Varkas watch the battle unfold, their figures completely hidden by the veil of invisibility. From this height, Delon looks like a dying beast—its streets choked with smoke, its defenders broken, its once-proud walls scarred by battle. Alix's gaze lingers on Nyssara, Thurn, and Veltha as they stand over Beor's lifeless body. They hadn't even used their Tier 3 skills. It wasn't arrogance—it was restraint. Against a lone opponent, they hadn't even needed to go all out. Varkas chuckles beside him, his arms crossed as he observes the scene. "Your Majesty, these rookies have a lot of potential." His golden eyes gleam with rare approval. "If they keep this up, they might even surpass me and reach level 600." Alix nods. "They're growing fast. I can see it in the way they move, the way they fight. That wasn't just strength—it was control. They could've ended him immediately, but they didn't. They tested themselves, refined their combat instincts. That kind of discipline? It's the mark of true warriors." The last remnants of Delon's soldiers finally drop their weapons. Some fall to their knees, their faces blank with exhaustion and terror. Others stand frozen, their hands raised in surrender, their armor splattered with the blood of fallen comrades. And just like that, the battle is over. Sorin, standing atop the rubble of a collapsed building, surveys the battlefield with cold, golden eyes. She takes a deep breath, then raises her voice. "Enough! Stop!" The bloodthirsty monsters—halt mid-motion. Some are still hacking down retreating soldiers, others are tearing into the bodies of the fallen, their hunger for violence not yet sated. But Sorin's words cut through the chaos like a blade, and they obey without hesitation. She steps forward, her gaze sweeping over them. "Anyone who ignores my orders—" her voice drops, filled with quiet menace, "—dies by my hands." A heavy silence settles. The monsters that moments ago slaughtered without restraint now stand still, awaiting her command. Sorin crosses her arms. "I saw some of you kill civilians hiding in the ruins." Her eyes narrow, a sharp edge to her voice. "I let it slide this time. But if I see it again, your heads will be rolling on the floor." The warning is clear. No one dares to argue. Some shift uncomfortably, others lower their heads in acknowledgment. Satisfied, Sorin exhales and turns to the defeated soldiers. "You're prisoners now. Don't make me regret sparing you." The battle for Delon has ended. But Sorin makes sure they all know—her authority is absolute. She doesn't want to make Alix disappointed.

Chapter 67: The Fall Of Delon City (part 3)

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