Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! - Chapter 113

Chapter 113: War Part Nine
Northern Wall of the Capital

The battlefield was chaotic.

Utilia grinned wickedly as she saw her targets. Freya and Serilda stood ready, swords at the ready, with a slightly lowered stance. The fiery glare in Freya’s eyes and the cold calculation of Serilda were both fixed on Utilia.

“You both look strong, impressive,” Utilia yelled as she cracked her knuckles, the gauntlets gleaming with a red-hot aura.

“Don’t disappoint me.”

Without a word, Freya ignited her blade with an intense flame, the fire swirling.

Serilda’s sword, on the other hand, gleamed with a cold, blue edge, sharp enough to cut through the hardest metal.

She exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing. “You shall perish here.”

Utilia tilted her head, her grin widening as she suddenly charged forward with a sudden.

BOOM

Her heavy footsteps sending vibrations through the ground.

She moved with a sudden burst of speed, her arms swinging as she aimed aimed her fist directly at Serilda, who effortlessly sidestepped, and turned to strike at Utilia’s side.

Serilda’s sword slashed down, aiming for the exposed ribs, but Utilia twisted sharply, her left leg snapping behind her as she used the momentum to rotate and bring her gauntlet arm up to deflect the blow.

The force of Serilda’s strike vibrated through the air, narrowly missing as Utilia’s arm shot out, pushing the icy sword aside with brute strength.

Freya moved in swiftly with a flame-infused slash aimed at Utilia’s exposed back.

The fire crackled in the air, trailing behind her sword like a comet.

But Utilia, sensing the attack, snapped her body to the left, her leg sliding across the ground to adjust her stance.

She raised her gauntlet just in time to meet Freya’s blade with an explosion of heat and force, the fire colliding with the red aura surrounding Utilia’s body tending her flying, but ah landed in her feet, unharmed.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Utilia taunted.

Freya smirked, as she drew her blade into a defensive stance, the fire around it intensifying. “Not even close.”

Serilda charged at her as she aimed a horizontal slash at Utilia’s midsection, but as she closed in, the ground beneath her shifted.

Utilia stomped the earth, causing the ground to crack and splinter, launching debris into the air.

Serilda was forced to leap back, twisting mid-air, and landing lightly on her feet.

The wind from the shockwave whipped through her hair, her eyes darting to Freya.

“Keep her distracted. I’ll take her down.”

Freya’s eyes gleamed. “I’ll burn her to a crisp.”

The next instant, Freya charged forward, sending a barrage of firebolts toward Utilia.

The air around her distorted with heat as the fiery projectiles rained down.

But Utilia wasn’t fazed. She charged forward with her gauntlet raised.

She swung it to the side with brutal force, swatting away the firebolts like they were nothing more than insects.

The explosion of fire behind her only fueled her rage, as her body seemed to grow more powerful with each passing moment.

“You’re too slow,” Utilia growled, her red aura flaring as she plowed forward, smashing through the heatwave with bursts of force. She closed the distance and aimed a punch directly at Freya’s head, but the fire swordswoman’s reflexes were impeccable.

Freya leaned back, her body arching, and with a twist of her hips, she spun gracefully away from the punch, her fiery blade slashing horizontally toward Utilia’s throat.

The angle was perfect, but Utilia’s body pivoted sharply, and with a thundering stomp, she sidestepped the strike, the tip of the blade grazing her cheek, leaving a shallow burn.

“Nice try,” Utilia said, blood trickling down from the shallow burn on her cheek.

She swung a mighty punch with her right fist, aiming for Freya’s chest.

The fire swordswoman leapt backward, narrowly avoiding the devastating blow, but the shockwave of the punch slammed into the ground, creating a crater where she had been just moments before.

Serilda, seeing an opening, lunged in with a slash aimed at Utilia’s legs.

She twisted her torso as she brought the blade down at a steep angle, hoping to slice through the berserker’s defense.

But Utilia’s reflexes were sharp.

She lifted her right leg, the sword grazing her boot as she pivoted on her left foot, avoiding the strike with inches to spare.

Her knee came up in a brutal counterattack, slamming into Serilda’s midsection with the force of a horse kick.

Serilda gasped, her breath knocked out of her as she staggered back.

She quickly regained her balance, her breath coming in shallow bursts, eyes flashing with her blue mana.

“I’ll have to do better than that.”

Utilia smirked, wiping the blood from her cheek. “I hope you will.”

The battlefield was an arena of destruction.

The ground cracked and splintered beneath their movements as the three women charged at each other a deadly exchange of offense and defense.

Each strike was well timed, well executed, each move calculated. Every time one of them swung, twisted, or pivoted, the world seemed to pause, only to explode in destruction a moment later.

Freya, her feet planted firmly on the ground, spun her sword high, gathering flames in a spiral.

She brought the blade down, sending a massive firewave toward Utilia. The flames swirled like a tempest, the sheer force of the attack roaring toward the berserker.

But Utilia wasn’t done yet. With a savage roar, she slammed both gauntlets into the ground, causing an explosion of energy to erupt from her body.

The firewave was absorbed into the red aura that surrounded her, like a storm devouring the wind. She charged forward, her body dashing through the air toward Freya.

“Too slow!” she roared, her fist aimed directly at Freya’s chest. The fire mage only had a split second to raise her blade in defense, but it wasn’t enough.

Utilia’s fist slammed into Freya’s guard, the impact rattling the ground beneath them and sending Freya flying backward.

The air was thick with smoke and fire, and Freya hit the ground hard, a jagged trail of scorched earth marking her landing.

Serilda, seeing her opportunity, charged at Utilia.

Her sword flashed in a blur of blue light as she swung it low, aiming to slice through the berserker’s legs.

But Utilia’s reflexes were as sharp as ever. She sidestepped, twisting her body and lifting her knee high to deflect Serilda’s strike with a brutal upward kick.

The sound of metal meeting metal rang through the air, and Serilda staggered back, her sword momentarily caught by the force of the blow.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” Utilia taunted, her grin widening as she lunged forward, delivering a crushing punch to Serilda’s midsection.

The cold warrior gasped as the air was forced out of her lungs, but she quickly recovered, spinning away and slicing the air with a powerful ice-infused strike.

The cold blade left a trail of frost in the air as it collided with Utilia’s gauntlet.

There was a moment of contact, and then the sound of ice shattering rang through the battlefield. Utilia stepped back, her hand slightly frozen, but her grin never faltered.

“This is getting interesting,” she said, her voice low and feral. “Let’s see how much longer you last.”

The battle raged on, the air thick with tension and the sound of clashing steel. Every step, every swing, and every pivot brought them closer to their inevitable end. Only one would remain standing.

Utilia’s breath came in sharp, heated bursts as she wiped the frost from her gauntlet.

Her eyes locked onto Serilda and Freya, both showing signs of wear but still very much alive. With a feral grin, she swung her fists in preparation for the next brutal assault.

“You can keep up… but for how long?”

Freya, now back on her feet, wiped blood from her lip, her sword crackling with flame. She tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she took a step forward.

Serilda’s icy gaze never wavered, her breathing steady as she took a step toward Utilia. The edges of her sword shimmered with glistening frost.

“We’re just getting started.”

Utilia laughed, the sound low and menacing, before charging again, her steps sending tremors through the ground.

Her gauntlet was raised high ready to crush. With a roar, she swung it down in an arc toward Freya, aiming to crush her completely.

But Freya was ready. She leaped sideways, her body twisting mid-air, narrowly evading the punch, the shockwave from the impact splintering the earth beneath. As she landed, her fiery sword lit up once more, the flames swirling in a chaotic frenzy.

Serilda wasn’t far behind. She moved twisting at the waist as she struck high with a horizontal slash, the icy blade aiming for Utilia’s exposed neck.

Utilia barely registered the attack before she twisted her body, her gauntlet blocking the strike.

The sheer force of Serilda’s strike sent a shockwave rippling through the air, but Utilia stood firm.