Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me-Chapter 115: Assassin Vs. Mage

Nyssara tilts her head, an amused gleam in her eyes. "Talk big while you can, human. Let's see if you can back it up."

Then, she moves.

The ground cracks beneath her as she lunges forward, her greatshield raised like a battering ram. Gar barely has time to brace before she slams into him. The impact is like a cataclysmic quake. Dust and debris explode outward as his feet dig into the dirt, his body sliding back several meters despite his immense strength.

The force nearly buckles his arms, but he grits his teeth and retaliates. With a roar, he swings his warhammer in a wide arc. The runes on its surface flare, sending out a burst of concussive force.

Nyssara reacts instantly. Her lower limbs—thick, armored arachnid legs—dig into the ground, anchoring her as she raises her shield to absorb the blow. The hammer crashes against it with a deafening boom, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

She slides back, but she doesn't falter.

She grins. "Not bad."

Gar narrows his eyes. "You too, monster."

Before he can recover, she retaliates. With terrifying speed, she swings her shield like a battering weapon. He ducks just in time, but the sheer force of the air pressure alone sends nearby soldiers flying. She doesn't stop there—her armored legs burst into motion, weaving an unpredictable pattern as she circles him, striking with a combination of her shield and razor-sharp clawed gauntlets.

Gar blocks, parries, and evades, his warhammer moving like a whirlwind, but Nyssara is relentless.

Their fight becomes a furious exchange of power, each blow shaking the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the battle rages around them. Veltha's fast-moving monsters dart through the chaos, striking at weak points, cutting down mages and archers before vanishing into the fray. Thurn's forces wait like vipers, watching for the perfect moment to release their venomous terror upon the battlefield.

The adventurers fight with desperate ferocity. Blades clash, spells explode, and the air is filled with the roars of monsters and the screams of dying soldiers.

Back in the duel, Gar sees an opening. He channels raw power into his warhammer and swings upward, aiming for Nyssara's exposed side.

For a moment, it seems like he's going to land a decisive blow.

But then—

His weapon stops.

Nyssara's armored hand grips the shaft of his warhammer, stopping it inches from her body. Her grip tightens, and with a single heave, she lifts Garron clean off the ground.

His eyes widen. "What—?!"

Before he can react, she twists and slams him into the earth with monstrous strength. The ground shatters beneath him, a crater forming from the sheer force of impact.

Dust billows. The battlefield momentarily pauses as soldiers and monsters alike glance toward the site of destruction.

Nyssara stands over him, her expression calm. She watches as Garron coughs, struggling to push himself up, his warhammer lying a few feet away.

She exhales. "That was a good fight."

While three dominates the battlefield below, Sorin is already where she thrives—above the chaos, in the shadows.

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Sorin moves with a stealth skill on across the city walls, her twin daggers slick with fresh blood. The sun casts long shadows over the stone parapets, but she remains unseen, a ghost amid the chaos.

The defenders on the walls had been a serious problem—archers and mages raining death down on the battlefield, thinning their forces. That was before she got here.

Now?

A lifeless body slumps against the battlements. Another collapses before he can even turn. One after another, archers and spellcasters fall, their deaths quick and quiet. Some never even realize their throats have been slit before darkness takes them.

Sorin exhales, standing over a pile of corpses. The city below still fights fiercely, but here, the resistance is fading.

Almost done.

Her crimson eyes flick toward her real target—the lever that controls the city gate. If she can reach it, the entire battle shifts.

Then—

A sharp crack splits the air. Magic flares.

Sorin leaps back just in time as a pillar of ice erupts where she stood, shards of frost tearing through the stone. A powerful chill fills the air, and she spins toward the source.

A lone figure stands between her and the gate controls.

A Tier 4 mage.

He's older, dressed in ornate blue robes, his beard streaked with white. A heavy staff rests in his grip, glowing with an eerie frost-blue light. His eyes lock onto Sorin, sharp with awareness.

"So you're the rat that's been creeping around my walls." His voice is steady, but there's a dangerous weight to it.

Sorin tilts her head, sizing him up. "Yeah I am, and I almost kill every one here without you noticing." She said in a mocking voice.

The mage smirks, tapping his staff against the stone. A thin layer of frost spreads outward, cracking the surface of the wall beneath them. "You're fast. I'll give you that," he says. "But stealth won't save you now."

Sorin flips a dagger between her fingers, her stance relaxed. "You sure?"

She moves.

A flicker of motion—one second she's in front of him, the next she's at his side, daggers flashing toward his ribs.

But the mage is no amateur.

A burst of icy wind explodes from his staff. Sorin is forced to retreat as the cold cuts through the air, sharp as blades.

She flips backward, landing lightly, but the frost clings to her cloak, spreading unnaturally fast. She rips it off just as it stiffens, turning brittle and shattering like glass.

The mage chuckles. "Clever. But you won't evade forever."

Sorin doesn't respond. She's already moving.

She activates [Shadow Step], a Tier 2 skill. Her body flickers, phasing through the thin layer of ice beneath her, reappearing behind him in an instant. Her dagger plunges toward his spine.

[Ice Barrier].

A dome of thick frost erupts around the mage, blocking the strike. The impact sends cracks through the ice, but it holds. Sorin tsk's, retreating as the barrier shatters outward in jagged shards, forcing her to dodge.

"You rely too much on tricks," the mage says, raising his staff. "Try facing magic head-on."