BUILDING MY OWN EMPIRE - My Journey from Nothing to Overwhelming Power Chapter 82 – Death

"Hasn’t the ti for surrender co yet?" the new third-rank lord smiled, proud of the power he possessed.

Princess Monali stood several ters before him.

Her body could barely remain upright. Exhaustion had overtaken her, and she breathed deeply just to steady herself.

"I will allow you to beco my wife."

"Haa!" Jalja gasped from behind him.

"Your wife?" she said angrily.

"Yes. And you will be my wife as well. A lord of my rank needs more than one woman."

The girl did not reply, but the expression on her face spoke for her.

The lord paid her no attention.

Monali, standing before him, gave no response either. To her, those words were nothing but the foolish ramblings of a foolish man.

All that occupied her mind was how to defeat him.

"Third rank... what terrifying power," the princess muttered.

"The mont he advanced, his strikes beca more violent while consuming far less accumulation... and nearly all his physical attributes have evolved."

She looked inward.

Half of her accumulation had already been lost.

She had one particular trump card left—but it did not depend on her.

It depended on timing.

She looked upward, toward the dense clouds.

Suddenly—

A ntal ssage arrived.

"Lord Jo has been killed... we are facing a third-rank lord... he’s extrely powerful..."

"What?!"

Monali gasped in shock.

The voice was familiar—one of the ten soldiers.

Logan.

"That’s impossible!"

The tears did not ask for permission. They fell imdiately.

The third-rank lord remained calm. He noticed the change in the princess’s expression and wondered:

"What’s happening?"

The princess stopped moving.

Her thoughts were far away.

Grief filled her heart.

Then...

Her eyes turned toward the lord.

A gleam of fury filled those hazel eyes, now heavy with tears.

Neither the lord nor his subordinate understood what had happened. The ssage had not been audible to them.

Suddenly—

The yellow shield energy around the princess completely faded.

The sky darkened.

Black clouds crowded above the battlefield, layer upon layer, until they swallowed all light.

Then—

Sothing strange began moving inside them.

Yellow light began filling the clouds from within.

Flash after flash.

Thunder roared endlessly.

Lightning tore violently through the sky, twisted yellow lines ripping apart the clouds.

Below—

Princess Monali stood.

Only monts earlier, her eyes had been filled with sorrow...

But the sorrow shattered.

It turned into raging fury.

A dark redness reflected across her features and in the weight of her steps as she moved forward one step.

She raised both hands toward the sky.

She bit her lip so hard that blood spilled.

Directly above her—

A massive yellow magic circle began forming beneath the clouds.

Complex lines.

Interwoven glowing symbols.

And spiraling currents of energy slowly turning around its center.

In the sky—

The third-rank lord’s eyes widened in shock.

He looked at the forming circle and whispered:

"This attack..."

He paused.

"...is extrely dangerous."

Suddenly—

He raised his hand.

In a single mont—

More than a thousand wind fans suspended in the sky began spinning.

From them burst violent wind blades—rows of lethal cutting air.

At the sa ti—

More than three hundred black circular shields opened in the sky.

From within them—

Massive black spears erged.

The wind blades struck the spears and drove them downward at terrifying speed.

The attack turned into a devastating torrent of spears and wind.

A massive assault.

Brutal.

And directed straight at the princess.

The lord had decided—

To end her before that technique could finish.

Below—

Princess Monali still held both hands raised.

Her body was beginning to wither from the strain.

Blood flowed from her lips.

Red droplets fell upon the ground.

But she...

Did not move.

She stood firm.

She was completing her suicidal light attack.

The yellow magic circle in the sky was nearing completion.

And the lord—

Recognized it imdiately.

Even if he did not know the exact technique...

He knew its nature.

A final attack.

Almost suicidal.

He suddenly shouted:

"It must not be completed!"

He waved his hand violently and ordered another wave.

Stronger.

Greater in number.

More intense.

The first wave of spears nearly reached her.

And above it—

A second, larger wave ford.

Below—

The princess continued completing her magic circle.

Until the spears arrived.

At that mont—

The yellow light around her body vanished.

She stood there.

Without a shield.

Before three hundred enormous spears.

Silence filled the battlefield for a mont.

Then—

Thunder exploded.

The sky erupted.

Thousands of yellow lightning flashes surged at once.

They struck the earth and the air together.

Jalja scread from afar.

She had been watching the scene and collapsed to the ground in terror.

She backed away trembling.

But the third-rank lord—

His body shuddered.

These were no ordinary flashes.

They were fast.

Twisting.

Savage.

They raced through the sky like competitors in a violent arena.

Then—

The spears collided with the lightning.

A massive explosion.

A thunderous strike.

The hard spears—

Shattered instantly.

They turned into fragnts and black dust.

And the flashes continued descending.

There was no reduction in their intensity.

Every spear that approached the princess—

A lightning flash struck it instantly.

Shattering it before it could reach her.

In that mont—

The lord finally understood.

Why the princess had stood without fear.

All along—

She had been storing thunder energy inside the clouds.

And at the decisive mont...

She transford it into a complete heavenly shield.

He snarled in anger.

"Damn it!"

But—

At that mont—

The magic circle completed.

From its center—

A colossal arrow of light erged.

The lord retreated quickly through the air, trying to widen the distance.

But suddenly he shouted:

"What?!"

Four golden chains appeared around him instantly.

They wrapped around his body.

Restraining him.

Fixing him in place.

He struggled to break free.

He tried to shatter them.

But—

It was useless.

He roared in fury.

He directed his spears toward the chains.

He struck them violently.

Dozens of blows.

Hundreds of blows.

But they did not budge.

And at that mont—

The circle finished shaping the arrow.

Then it began to crumble.

It turned into tiny points of light.

They rushed into the arrow.

It absorbed them all.

Its radiance increased.

Its glow intensified.

Then—

It began to move.

Toward the lord.

At first slowly.

Then—

It accelerated.

With every ter it approached...

The lord’s heart sank deeper into terror.

If it hit him—

It would be over.

So he directed his wind fans toward the arrow.

More than a thousand wind blades struck violently.

Then—

Three hundred black spears.

But he shouted:

"Damn it... nothing!"

He created more.

Dozens.

Then hundreds.

For the first ti, the sky filled with more than five thousand wind blades and a thousand spears.

They all struck.

The sky trembled.

But—

From within the smoke and darkness...

The golden arrow continued forward.

Shining like the sun.

Untouched.

The lord swallowed.

Then—

He dismissed his spears.

Dismissed his book.

Dismissed the five thousand wind fans.

Dismissed the thousand black shields.

He absorbed all their energy.

Around himself—

A black circular shield began forming.

One layer of black tal.

Then another.

Then another.

And another.

Until it beca a massive black cocoon.

Dozens of tallic layers surrounded him.

Yet—

The golden chains still held him in place.

But he no longer tried to escape.

He knew...

It was useless.

After a mont—

The cocoon was complete.

Pitch black.

Unbelievably solid.

And in that mont—

The scene was complete.

Absolute attack.

Against

Absolute defense.

Far away—

Jalja was running.

Hundreds of ters.

She did not look back.

She ran with everything she had.

A small puppy...

Between two lions.

Then—

The sound exploded.

A massive shockwave struck the ground.

It lifted her into the air.

And hurled her hundreds of ters away.

Her body spun uncontrollably through the air.

And before she lost consciousness...

She saw the scene.

The enormous yellow arrow

colliding

with the black cocoon.

They clashed in the sky.

But the effect on the ground...

Was catastrophic.

A huge portion of the battlefield—

Was completely destroyed.

All the other battles stopped.

Everyone looked toward the sky.

Then—

The clouds began to part.

Spring sunlight slipped through them.

And revealed the scene.

On the ground—

Monali fell.

She opened her eyes with difficulty.

Her energy was completely gone.

Her body had suffered a violent shock.

That circle...

Had drained her entirely.

And several dozen ters away—

The third-rank lord stood.

With one hand.

His body was covered in burns and wounds.

He panted heavily.

Like a walking pile of injuries.

He laughed weakly.

Then—

He vomited blood.

He raised his hand.

A small magic sphere ford.

It turned into a spear.

BOOM.

It shot toward the princess.

It pierced her body.

She did not scream.

She could no longer.

She closed her eyes.

But—

Almost unconsciously—

She raised her right hand.

A small yellow arrow began forming.

BOOM.

Another spear struck her.

Then another.

The lord staggered.

Trying to hit her heart or head.

But his hand trembled.

His strikes hit her stomach.

Her chest.

Her sides.

Then—

In a single mont—

They both attacked.

BOOM.

The lord scread violently.

The small light arrow...

Pierced directly through his heart.

He collapsed instantly.

And at the sa mont—

The princess’s hand fell.

The spear

had struck her head.

Then—

Her body hit the ground.

Silence followed.

Princess Monali...

had died.