Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! - Chapter 110

Chapter 110: War Part Six
The moment Emperor Arkanos and his forces stepped beyond the towering gates of the capital, a shimmering emerald barrier encased the entire city.

The thunder of hooves and clashing steel drowned out all other sounds as two forces collided in the open field before the capital.

At the forefront, Emperor Arkanos, clad in midnight-black armor, wielded his holy sword, its silver edge wreathed in a holy aura.

His stallion, a monstrous warhorse plated in enchanted steel, carried him forward with unstoppable force, his mere presence driving fear into the enemy’s ranks.

Jareth, the Thunder’s Wrath, surged toward him.

His crimson cape whipped violently in the wind as lightning crackled across his armor, his steed matching the Emperor’s charge.

His eyes burned with hatred.

Then—

BOOM!

A single shockwave erupted the moment their swords met, splitting the battlefield apart beneath them.

The sheer force of their strikes uprooted the ground, sending chunks of rock flying, their energies clashing in a blinding storm of golden holy light and crimson lightning.

“You took everything from me!”

Jareth roared, his voice raw with fury. “Because of you—because you cast me aside—she died!”

Arkanos remained unshaken, parrying another thunderous blow.

“Your failures are your own, Jareth. Do not lay them at my feet.”

Jareth vanished in a crackle of crimson lightning, reappearing above Arkanos. A single streak of his blade carved through the air—aiming straight for the Emperor’s head.

But Arkanos didn’t turn.

Instead—

A massive tree root surged from the ground, its surface glowing with golden veins, blocking the strike with an ear-splitting BOOM!

Jareth’s blade barely managed to slice through half of it before he was forced to retreat—just as Arkanos swung his sword backhanded, sending a wave of holy energy slamming into him.

THUD!

Jareth’s steed skidded violently, his armor smoking from the impact. He wiped blood from his lip and spat.

“You stripped me of my rank! Left me powerless to protect them!” Jareth howled, his rage shaking the air itself. “My wife died screaming, Arkanos! My child never even took her first breath!”

Arkanos met his gaze but said nothing.

Jareth’s face twisted in fury. “I swore to protect my family! And you stole that from me!”

Their swords clashed once more in a colossal explosion of holy light and lightning.

The battlefield quaked violently, sending shockwaves across the land.

The force ripped apart enemy soldiers, bodies flying from the sheer discharge of energy.

His golden aura flared, his armor unharmed.

“Enough of this.”

With a single command, his steed reared back—then charged forward with godlike speed, his blade slashing in a single decisive strike.

Jareth barely raised his sword in time—

BOOOOOM!

The impact tore him from his horse, sending him flying across the battlefield. He skidded violently, rolling across the blood-soaked dirt before slamming into the remains of a broken siege tower.

He gritted his teeth as he slowly pushed himself up, blood trickling down his forehead.

Arkanos dismounted.

His heavy boots thudded against the ground, his holy sword humming with raw power as he approached.

—

Jareth moved first, vanishing in a burst of red lightning and reappearing behind Arkanos in an instant.

“Die!”

His sword swung with the speed of a lightning bolt, but—

CLANG!

Arkanos turned his blade at the last possible moment, catching the strike with one hand.

A blinding pulse of holy energy erupted from his sword, sending Jareth flying backward like a cannonball!

Jareth twisted midair, landing on his feet. Lightning surged across his body, enhancing his speed—

He vanished again.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Jareth reappeared from different angles, striking over and over, faster than the eye could track. Each swing of his blade sent out a devastating lightning shockwave, exploding the ground where Arkanos stood.

But—

Arkanos didn’t move.

He parried every attack, deflecting the devastating blows with precise, effortless movements.

Jareth came in low, aiming to sever Arkanos’s legs—but the Emperor stomped the ground, and—

FWOOOOOOSH!

Massive golden tree roots exploded upward, ripping through the battlefield like jagged spears!

Jareth barely evaded, his lightning-infused reflexes saving him from being impaled.

But then—

BAM!

Arkanos’s gauntleted fist slammed into his chest, sending him hurtling across the battlefield, skidding through dirt and blood.

Jareth gasped for breath, his ribs screaming in pain.

He barely had time to react before Arkanos appeared above him, descending like judgment itself.

“Your rage blinds you,” Arkanos said.

WHOOM!

Arkanos swung his holy sword straight down, unleashing a divine golden shockwave that blasted apart everything in a massive crater.

Jareth barely dodged, rolling aside as the explosion annihilated an entire section of the battlefield.

The surrounding enemy forces screamed in terror as holy flames engulfed their ranks, reducing them to ash.

—

Elsewhere on the Battlefield

Seraphine stood in the chaos. Her sword gleamed like ocean waves, its surface giving off a sapphire light.

“Ocean Flow: Azure Requiem.”

With a single step, her entire body vanished in a blur of blue streaks, weaving effortlessly through the enemy.

Every movement of her blade was like a tide—fluid, merciless.

Bran, her opponent, charged toward her, his lightning-infused blade crackling.

Their swords clashed in a burst of sparks.

Bran smirked. “You’re fast but will fall here today. Such is the fate that awaits those who serve a tyrant—”

Seraphine’s eyes flashed. “Such slander. You know nothing of my liege. How dare you speak ill of him?”

Their blades clashed repeatedly, but then she suddenly pushed him aside with a stomp kick.

Before he could react, her sword twisted mid-air—

“Ocean Flow: Rising Tempest!”

A torrent of water burst upward, slamming into Bran and launching him skyward. He barely managed to twist his body mid-air, his blade slashing wildly to dispel the raging tide.

But the moment he landed—

Seraphine was already there.

“Ocean Flow: Piercing Current.”

She aimed for his shoulder. He saw it and quickly enhanced his body with his mana.

But it didn’t matter.

A single precise thrust—

Shattered the protective mana like glass.

SHUNK!

Her blade pierced through his right shoulder, drawing blood. He lost feeling there, his grip loosened, and his sword fell, but he quickly picked it up with his left hand.

Bran gritted his teeth, trembling from the cold bite of her sword.

“How… How did you break my mana like that?”

She leaned in, her voice a whisper. “I don’t need to explain anything to a man who will be dying soon. All I can say is, this is a blessing from my emperor.”

Then—

She kicked him off her blade.

—

Meanwhile

Kael, leader of the Defenders, bellowed commands over the battlefield. “HOLD THE LINE! Let them break against our shields!”

His knights formed an unbreakable wall, their massive shields absorbing arrow volleys and siege magic alike. The enemy forces tried to break through—

Only to be cut down by Laris and his vanguard.

Laris, his blade spinning in a brutal whirlwind, led the charge. “Vanguard, FORWARD! Cut a path through them!”

Esten, the leader of the Flankers, darted between enemies with blinding bursts of speed.

His spear thrust with perfect precision, slashing through throats and chests before the enemy could even react.

Garik swung his greatsword in massive arcs, cleaving enemy soldiers in two with every stroke.

Every strike was a killing move.

“They’re faltering! PUSH FORWARD!” Darian playfully laughed as he darted through enemies, his twin blades slicing head after head. “They can’t keep up! Hahaha—oh, that’s unfortunate for them!”

The enemy battle mages, desperate, began casting a massive arcane bombardment aimed at the barrier.

But Sylvana’s barrier was unharmed by such weak spells.

A ripple of pure horror spread through the enemy ranks.

Their morale slowly began to crumble.

—

Meanwhile, on the Southern Battlefield…

Dagon and Abaddon moved like blurs, their weapons colliding with earth-shattering force.

Each strike sent shockwaves tearing through the battlefield, leveling the terrain around them.

Dagon’s men simply ran for their lives. There was nothing they could do to support him against such a creature, and all of their siege weapons had been rendered useless moments ago by the gust of wind from Abaddon’s wings.

Dagon’s greatsword, wreathed in vibrant green energy, swung in wide, devastating arcs, forcing Abaddon to weave and deflect with his black blade.

The fallen angel grinned as he dodged a particularly brutal strike, his wings flaring behind him.

“Not bad for a mortal.”

Dagon growled, pivoting on his heel and swinging his sword upward.

Abaddon blocked, but the sheer force sent him skidding backward, his boots carving deep trenches into the ground.

The moment he stopped, he let out a chuckle. “Ah, what foolishness. Do you really think raw strength alone will be enough?”

Without waiting for a response, his six wings spread wide—and then—

BOOM!

With a single flap, he launched forward at terrifying speed, appearing directly behind Dagon.

Dagon barely had time to react before—

SLASH!

A thin, clean cut appeared on his armor as he was sent flying.

The wound beneath it stung.

His eyes widened. He hadn’t even seen the strike.

Abaddon stood behind him, his blade lazily resting on his shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Mmm. I do love it when they realize just how outmatched they are.”

Dagon turned slowly, rolling his neck. “Heh. Cute trick.”

He raised his greatsword once more.

Abaddon’s smirk grew wider.

This was going to be fun.