Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! - Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Arrogance And Ashes Part Two [Bonus Chapter]
Abaddon growled and followed up with a horizontal slash aimed for Arkanos’s neck. The blade connected—but SCRIIIIING!—it skidded harmlessly off his skin, as though striking an unbreakable wall.

“This… this is impossible.”

“That makes two.” Arkanos said with his piercing gaze.

Abaddon hissed. But he didn’t stop. He adjusted his stance and brought both swords down in an overhead strike with all his strength. The ground beneath them cracked and split from the sheer force of the blow.

SPLINTER!

One of the swords shattered on impact, shards of the blade scattering into the air and embedding themselves into the ground. Abaddon staggered back, clutching the broken hilt.

“What… what just happened?” he whispered, staring at the remains of his weapon.

Arkanos glanced at the shattered fragments, his expression as calm as ever.

“It seems the craftsmanship of your weapons leaves much to be desired… And that’s three.”

Furious, Abaddon roared and threw the broken sword aside.

The remaining blade ignited with black flames that hissed and sputtered in the rain. The fire licked hungrily at the air as he swung it, releasing a massive arc of dark fire.

WHOOSH! The flames roared as they sped toward Arkanos, colliding with him in a fiery explosion.

BOOOOOOM!

The shockwave flattened the area around them, sending debris flying. Seraphine cried out as she shielded her face from the blast, the heat brushing against her even from a distance. Steam hissed into the air as the flames fought against the rain, creating a thick, oppressive fog.

But as the smoke and steam faded, Arkanos was revealed once again, untouched. Not a single scratch or scorch mark on him.

“This doesn’t make any sense!” Abaddon yelled, his voice filled with raw frustration.

“I can see it with my own eyes! Your stats! You’re weaker than me! You are not using sorcery, aren’t using a divine blessing—nothing! What is this?”

Arkanos’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “That makes four.”

Abaddon growled, his frustration was growing. He leapt back and thrust his hand into the air, summoning a vortex of dark energy. The storm intensified, lightning crackling above as the swirling mass grew larger and larger.

“I may not know what your methods are, but if there is something I’m certain of, it must have its limits!”

Arkanos chuckled softly, “Limits you say… well you are free to explore, I too I’m curious as well.”

As if there could be limits to the very laws that actually ran this world.

Abaddon snarled, slamming his hand forward.

The vortex condensed into a barrage of shadowy spears that rained down on Arkanos like a storm of death.

FWIP! FWIP! FWIP!

The spears struck the ground with deafening impacts, sending shockwaves rippling outward. Dirt and debris flew into the air as the clearing was torn apart by the onslaught.

BOOM! CRACK! WHAM!

When the dust settled, Arkanos was revealed once again, standing amidst the craters completely unharmed. He brushed a speck of dirt off his shoulder.

“Five, six, seven, eight…. nine.” he remarked casually, his smirk widening.

Abaddon gave Arkanos an intense death glare. “That counting of yours is starting to become unbearable.”

Abaddon clenched his fists, summoning a dome of dark magic around them. The dome crackled with chaotic energy, distorting the very fabric of reality within it. He pointed at Arkanos.

“This is normally supposed to be a spell of a larger scale… but I’ll lower it’s rank so at least Ashes of you can remain. Let’s see you survive this!”

The dome collapsed inward, creating a singularity that sucked in everything around it. Trees, rocks, and rain were pulled into the void, vanishing without a trace.

THHHHHRUMMMM!

The singularity exploded outward with a deafening roar, a wave of destruction spreading across the clearing. The shockwave flattened everything in its path, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake.

BOOOOOOOOM!

As the dust and smoke cleared, Arkanos remained untouched, standing at the epicenter of the devastation. He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“And that makes ten.”

Abaddon narrowed his gaze as he said, “What are you, you can’t be human

Arkanos began to step forward as he said,

“Since it’s my turn now,” he said, his voice laced with mocking amusement, “allow me to enlighten you.”

Arkanos began walking toward Abaddon with a slow, deliberate pace. The sound of his boots crunching against the battered way earth echoed ominously… It was as if every other sound became silent, leaving only this one.

His piercing green eyes locked onto Abaddon, who stood tense and wide-eyed, his body trembling with a touch of rage and confusion… And FEAR.

Arkanos tilted his head slightly, his voice filled with curiosity.

“Tell me, Abaddon, do you know what color a fallen angel’s blood is?”

Abaddon gritted his teeth, glaring at Arkanos. “No… I don’t.”

A sly smile spread across Arkanos’s face. “Neither do I.”

Before Abaddon could react, Arkanos vanished. In an instant, he reappeared directly in front of him, the air crackling with raw power.

His hand was drawn back, his fingers curling into a fist. His green eyes blazed with an intense light as he spoke, “Why don’t we find out?”

BOOOOOOM!

Arkanos’s fist shot forward, slamming into Abaddon’s abdomen with devastating force.

The impact unleashed a massive shockwave that roared through the battlefield, flattening everything behind Abaddon.

Trees splintered, rocks were obliterated, and the ground itself caved under the sheer power of the blow.

For a moment, the world seemed frozen in the aftermath of the strike. The air was silent, except for the faint hum of residual energy and the rain. Abaddon stood rigid, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Arkanos broke the silence. “Your armor… appears to be just as fragile as your sword was.”

With a sharp motion, Arkanos pulled his fist back, leaving Abaddon swaying in place. A moment later, the fallen angel collapsed to his knees, trembling violently.

COUGH!

A thick stream of black, tar-like blood spilled from Abaddon’s mouth, splattering onto the ravaged ground. His hands clutched at his stomach as he gasped for air.

‘What is this… I thought for sure I would find out this time… I sense no energy fluctuations, no change in his breathing to suggest any exertion imposed by the use of dark magic, or a divine blessing… It is as if my attacks just can’t damage him.’

‘why?’

Arkanos’s gaze dropped to the blood pooling at Abaddon’s knees. He observed it with a faint smirk, a creul look of amusement appeared in his eyes.

“It seems a fallen’s blood is just as black as their soul.”

“How predictable.”

“Shall we continue? I still have nine moves to go.”