Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! - Chapter 109

Chapter 109: War Part Five
Sylvana stood at the heart of the capital, her eyes closed as she focused her mana.

Her staff pulsed as its base touched the earth.

A massive green magic circle spread beneath her feet, glowing and pulsing with mana.

Soon glyphs began to form within the circle, vines and plants began to sprout, twisting and curling responding to her will.

Her body trembled slightly as the white plant-like tattoos on her skin grew outward, emerging as strange white vines in the surface of her skin.

Then, her eyes snapped open, glowing with an intense, almost blinding green light.

Raising her hand, a thick beam of green mana shot into the sky.

The magic swirled before expanding outward, slowly forming an enormous dome-like barrier. It spread steadily, covering more and more of the capital, its sheer, the sight of it was breathtaking, the capital was solely being bathed in the glow of her green mana.

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Meanwhile, at the southern walls, before the barrier had fully firmed to even reach these parts, Dagon raised his massive greatsword, its dark steel vibrating violently with his mana.

His green aura flared violently around him, and with a sudden burst of speed, he swung his blade in a powerful arc.

A devastating wave of force shot forward, colliding against the stone wall. Cracks spiderwebbed across the surface, and although the wall possessed the ability to self-repair, it simply couldn’t keep up with the sheer volume of destruction Dagon had already inflicted upon it.

Realizing his men coud not climb over the walls or break then with the siege weapons due to the enchantmants, this was his approach, that he wood simply destroy the wall.

For minutes, he had been slashing at it, his pretically endless stream of slashes steadily overwhelming its regeneration.

The enchanted defenses could absorb some of the impact, but the sheer force of his swings was too much to withstand indefinitely.

And then—

CRACK!

The nearly 120-foot-tall wall gave way with a deep, thunderous rumble. The structure groaned as massive chunks of black stone crumbled, falling in a deafening BOOM.

Dust and debris billowed outward, creating a thick, suffocating fog that momentarily obscured their vision.

The men cheered at the sheer strength of their captain.

Dagon took a step forward, a satisfied grin curling his lips.

He turned, his voice booming over the battlefield.

“The wall is down! CHARGE!”

His army let out a massive battle cry, their weapons gleaming as they charged forward like a tide.

But just as they began their advance—

A voice echoed through the dust-filled air.

“Such self destructive sin.”

The words were clear.

Powerful.

Almost… amused.

Dagon’s grin faltered as a strange hush fell over his forces.

The roar of soldiers charging forward dulled as their focus shifted to the source of the voice.

Through the lingering dust, a lone figure emerged, stepping into view.

At that moment, it was as if every other sound had faded away, leaving only the echo of the man’s footsteps.

Step.

Step.

Step.

The tall, imposing figure continued forward, undeterred by the broken wall or the thousands of soldiers poised to attack.

Dagon narrowed his eyes, his grip tightening on his greatsword.

Something about this man… was different.

As the dust cleared, the appearance of the man became more visible.

His long crimson hair.

His eyes—one black as the abyss, the other a chilling white.

Pitch-black armor.

And a truly terrifying set of six massive wings on his back.

Each feather they fell as he walked seemed the make the earth benith him decay, as if repidly aging in moments.

Dagon’s warriors, still mid-charge, froze completely.

“Is-Is that what I thing it is?”

“Impossible… What woir one be doing here…”

“So it’s true, the Emperor has truly asked for aid from such an unholy creature.”

A wave of unease rippled through them as realization dawned—this was no ordinary man.

It was a fallen angle.

This was none other than Abaddon, fallen angel of the abyss.

Seeing all their shocked reactions simply made him simile.

He lived fir moments like this, they look of shock, confusion and dread, all dialed on a human’s face at the same time.

To him it was art, one he wood gladly spend eternity gazing upon.

Before anyone could react, Abaddon’s wings unfurled in a single, sudden motion. Then—

BOOM!

A single flap.

The sheer force of it sent a violent shockwave tearing through the air, instantly blasting away the lingering dust and debris. But that was not all.

The shockwave struck the soldiers closest to the broken wall.

Like ragdolls caught in a hurricane, they were flung back, screaming as they hurtled through the air.

Some crashed into their comrades, creating a bloody ripple effect, while others were sent flying over a hundred feet before colliding with unforgiving stone.

Weapons, shields, and even siege equipment were lifted from the ground and tossed aside as if they were weightless.

The once-coordinated charge crumbled into disarray in a mere second.

Yet—

Dagon stood firm.

The force of the wind made his massive frame shift slightly, his heavy boots digging into the broken ground beneath him.

His muscles tensed, his green aura flaring as he anchored himself in place. Unlike his men, he was not so easily swept away.

Dagon exhaled, leveling his greatsword toward Abaddon. A grin stretched across his face—not one of arrogance, but of anticipation.

“So… you are the fallen I’ve heard about, quite the impressive display of power,” he yelled, his voice echoed over the battlefield.

Abaddon stared at him, his expression mildly intrigued. His wings folded slightly behind him, but the pressure in the air remained suffocating.

Dagon rolled his shoulders, green energy crackling along the length of his sword.

“Tell me,” Dagon continued, his excitement barely contained. “Heard you are the emperor’s secret weapon, so I wonder if you will be able to give me a good fight Or Will you be another wall for me to break? Or maybe something far more interesting?”

Abaddon finally spoke, his voice smooth yet commanding.

“How absolutely marvellous.”

“Such sin won’t allow for you to make it into the afterlife you know.”

Dagon narrowed his eyes at Abaddon’s words.

“And what exactly do you mean by that, fallen one?” Dagon asked, gripping his greatsword tighter.

Abaddon’s grin widened, his mismatched eyes gleaming. “Foolishness,” he said with amusement. “One of the most beautiful sins… Well it in itself is not a sin, but it is a gateway to sin.”

Dagon raised a brow but remained silent, allowing the fallen angel to continue.

“You see,” Abaddon went on, his tone almost reverent, “mortals commit foolish sinful acts so often, yet they rarely realize it. And even when they do… they still go through with it. Tell me, if that isn’t absolutely beautiful, what is?”

Dagon let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. “And what, exactly, do you consider foolish here?”

Abaddon’s wings shifted, his stance shifting slightly, as his grin turned almost predatory. “Believing you are a match for me.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

Both warriors smiled.

Without another word, they charged at each other.

Dagon’s greatsword crackled with green energy, the sheer weight of it making the air around him vibrate.

Abaddon pulled out his black blade, his six wings spreading wide as he lunged forward.

The moment their blades met, a shockwave erupted from the point of impact, splitting the earth beneath them.

The battlefield trembled.

Their fight had begun.

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Meanwhile, at the Eastern Gates…

Jareth’s forces were struggling.

They had been trying to climb the walls for what felt like an eternity, but every attempt ended in failure.

Every time one of his soldiers made it halfway up, the enchantments on the wall activated, sending them flying back with brutal force.

It was infuriating.

Jareth himself stood at the base of the wall, his red lightning crackling around him, his anger steadily growing. “MOVE FORWARD!” he roared, sending more men to their deaths, but he didn’t care.

Every second wasted was an insult. Every failed attempt was a stain on his name.

He clenched his fists, his teeth grinding in frustration. “This cursed wall…!”

Then—

CREEEAAAK.

The massive gates of the capital began to open.

Jareth’s eyes widened slightly, his fury momentarily replaced with curiosity.

And then—

From the shadowed depths of the open gates, an army emerged.

At the head of it was a lone figure—a black knight mounted on a black steed.

His presence alone radiated power, his dark armor gleaming under the battlefield’s sunlight.

From the visors, a green glow coud be seen.

It was Arkanos, the Emperor himself.

The moment Jareth laid eyes on him, all other thoughts vanished.

His rage ignited like an unrelenting storm.

“ARKANOS!!” he roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

Red lightning surged around his body, crackling with fury.

Without hesitation, he charged forward, his men scrambling to follow.

Arkanos lifted his sword, his voice like steel. “KNIGHTS OF THE EMPIRE—ONWARD! TO VICTORY!”

And with that, the two forces charged.