Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me-Chapter 118: Nobles Getting Executed

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Kain barely raises his shoulder plate in time, deflecting the lethal blow, but the dagger still cuts into his flesh, drawing more blood.

His breathing grows heavier.

They’re getting faster.

They’re adapting.

And worse—his body feels… heavy.

The poison.

Thurn’s and Veltha’s venom, subtle at first, is beginning to take its toll. His muscles burn with each movement. His sword, once an extension of his will, now feels just a fraction slower. His breathing turns ragged as sweat drips down his face.

Damn it.

He knows. If this fight drags on, he will die.

"I won’t die here!!!"

With a roar, Kain channels the last of his strength and activates every tier 2 buff skill he has left.

[Indomitable Knight] – Increases physical endurance beyond mortal limits.

[Blade Mastery: Limit Break] – Enhances reflexes, speed, and precision for a short duration.

[Warrior’s Wrath] – Converts pain into strength.

A wave of raw power explodes from his body. The poison still lingers, but his will overrides it—for now.

For a moment.

Then, they use their final Tier 4 skills.

Nyssara’s [Execution] – Her sword-limbs extend unnaturally, striking from angles impossible to predict.

Thurn’s [Venomous Abyss] – His body releases a concentrated miasma that seeps into wounds, accelerating the poison’s effects tenfold.

Veltha’s [Serpent’s Last Embrace] – She coils around Kain, her tail locking his movements while venom courses through her fangs, ready to deliver a finishing bite.

Kain fights like a demon, breaking free from Veltha’s coils, deflecting Nyssara’s strikes, and even punching through Thurn’s poisonous mist—

But his movements slow.

His vision blurs.

His breathing turns shallow.

Then—

A dagger pierces his heart.

Sorin stands behind him, her eyes locked onto his fading strength. The blade is deep, too deep.

For the first time, Kain’s sword slips from his grasp.

The great knight stumbles forward, his armor stained with blood, his strength finally leaving him.

Kain’s vision dims, the world around him fading into a blur. He collapses to his knees, the weight of his injuries and the poison coursing through his veins too much to bear.

Sorin withdraws her dagger, her breath heavy but her eyes triumphant. "It’s over," she declares, wiping Kain’s blood from her blade.

Nyssara approaches, her massive form casting a shadow over the fallen knight. "He fought valiantly," she admits, her tone a mix of respect and relief. "But even the strongest have their limits."

Veltha, still clutching her wounded side, nods. "If he had possessed even one more Tier 4 skill, we might not have survived this battle," she muses, acknowledging the narrow margin of their victory.

Thurn, his carapace cracked and leaking venom, steps forward. "We need to open the gate and seize control of this city."

The four warriors, battered but resolute, share a glance. Their ordeal has been grueling, but their objective remains clear.

Sorin sheathes her daggers, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "Let’s move," she urges.

Together, they turn towards the massive iron gate that stands between them and their conquest.

Sorin grips the cold iron lever, her breath steadying as she pulls it down. The ancient mechanisms groan in protest, but the massive gate begins to creak open.

"Finally," Nyssara mutters, wiping blood from her brow. "The city is ours."

As the gate yawns open, their forces surge forward, a tide of warriors flooding the streets. The defenders, caught off guard, scramble to form ranks but are swiftly overwhelmed.

"Press on!" Sorin shouts, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Show no mercy!"

Nyssara’s sword-limbs flash as she leads the charge, cutting down any who stand in their way. Veltha’s tail lashes out, crushing shields and bones alike.

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Zinov reads the report in his message, his brow furrowing deeply. The news of their defeat with their first clash with the monsters is unexpected, especially considering that the four commanders of the monsters have just reached Tier 4, and Kain is known for his exceptional strength even among other Tier 4 combatants.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Zinov immediately issues orders to his subordinates.

"Summon all division leaders to the command tent at once," he commands, his voice steady but urgent.

"Yes, Marshal," a young officer responds, hurrying out to relay the order.

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In the heart of the Erevaris Kingdom, within the dimly lit confines of his training chamber, Alix stands amidst an array of ancient weapons and mystical artifacts. His muscles ripple under the strain as he executes a series of precise maneuvers, sweat glistening on his brow.

A soft chime interrupts his focus—a notification from the system. Pausing, Alix wipes his brow and summons the system interface. The message displays:

[Treasury has received 500,000 gold coins.]

A satisfied smile tugs at the corner of his lips. The integration of the system inventory with the kingdom’s treasury, overseen by Minister of Finance Lirik, has proven advantageous.

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In the grand hall of the royal palace, King Edric paces furiously, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The recent reports of the five monster commanders dividing their forces to attack multiple towns, drawing ever closer to the capital, have frayed his nerves.

"How could this happen, does the two kingdom’s help too useless?" Edric’s voice booms, his face flushed with anger.

Sir Alden, the king’s trusted advisor, stands nearby, his expression a mix of concern and caution. "Your Majesty, our forces are stretched thin. The enemy’s strategy is cunning; dividing their troops has made it challenging to mount an effective defense."

Edric slams his fist onto the armrest of his throne. "And what of the nobles? Those who sided with Duke Fynn? Their actions led to us being unable to reclaim Misorn. Had they not acted, we might not be in this dire position!"

Alden hesitates before responding, "Sire, while some nobles were indeed complacent, not all were complicit. We must exercise caution in our judgments."

But Edric’s patience has worn thin. "Enough! I will not tolerate betrayal, whether by action or inaction. Those who failed the kingdom will face justice."

Within days, several nobles are arrested and executed on Edric’s orders, their alleged crimes tied to their association with Duke Fynn.