Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me Chapter 117: Kain's Death

She and Nyssara react instantly.

Nyssara's limbs carve through the air like lightning, while Veltha's tail whips toward Kain with enough force to split a huge tree in half.

Kain doesn't dodge.

He counters.

His blade twists, eting Nyssara's strike head-on. The mont their weapons collide, he rotates his wrist, parrying the attack at an angle that forces Nyssara off balance.

Veltha's tail is next.

Kain pivots on his heel, ducking low as the massive tail swings past his head. Before Veltha can recover, he drives his gauntlet-covered fist into her abdon.

CRACK.

Veltha chokes as she's sent hurtling backward.

But before Kain can capitalize—

A shadow flickers.

Sorin.

Her dagger is already at his neck.

SHIIING.

Kain tilts his head at the last second, avoiding a fatal strike—but the tip of the dagger grazes his cheek, drawing blood.

Sorin vanishes again.

"Tch." Kain wipes the blood away, his expression still composed.

Then—he senses it.

A presence above him.

He looks up.

Nyssara is mid-air, her two massive sword-limbs glowing with a dark crimson light.

[Tier 4 Skill: Blade Queen's Wrath]

With a fierce battle cry, she brings both weapons down, the force behind them enough to carve through a fortress.

Kain's instincts scream.

He raises his blade.

CLANG!

The impact is monstrous.

The entire wall quakes as Kain is forced to his knees for the first ti. His sword, powerful as it is, trembles against the raw force of Nyssara's attack.

But Nyssara isn't done.

From the ground, Thurn rises, his body pulsing with violet energy. His carapace is cracked, his face twisted in fury.

A dark aura surges around him.

[Tier 4 Skill: Abyssal Toxin – Second Release]

The poison in the air thickens, solidifying into black tendrils that wrap around Kain's limbs, attempting to immobilize him.

At the sa ti—

Veltha moves in, her claws glowing with venom, ready to strike.

Sorin reappears behind him, both daggers aid at the gaps in his armor.

Four enemies. Three different angles. All striking at once.

For the first ti since the battle began—

Kain is overwheld.

But he does not falter.

Instead, his lips curl into a smirk.

"Enough."

Mana surges around him, the air vibrating with an ominous pressure. The sheer force of it sends ripples through the battlefield, forcing Nyssara, Thurn, Veltha, and Sorin to instinctively brace themselves.

Then—

[Tier 4 Skill: Tyrant's Dominion]

BOOM.

A shockwave erupts from Kain's body, blasting outward like an unstoppable force. The black tendrils of Thurn's [Abyssal Toxin] disintegrate instantly, as if burned away by sheer will. The battlents beneath his feet crack and explode outward, sending debris flying in all directions.

Nyssara's eyes widen. "Move!"

Too late.

The wave of force slams into all four of them.

Nyssara is thrown backward, her massive fra crashing through a section of the wall. The impact sends stone and ice cascading down into the battlefield below.

Thurn's body twists violently midair before he's launched straight into a ruined watchtower. The structure crumbles on impact, swallowing him in a cloud of dust and debris.

Veltha tries to coil her tail around a broken pillar to stabilize herself, but the force is too strong. She's hurled like a whip, her body skidding across the cracked stone before slamming into an iron gate. A gasp escapes her lips as she coughs blood, her golden scales now marred with cracks.

Sorin vanishes at the last mont, trying to escape the blast with her speed—

But Kain is already there.

He anticipates her movent, shifting his stance and striking with terrifying precision. His sword flashes through the air, catching Sorin mid-step.

A thin line of blood splashes against the cold stone.

Sorin gasps as a deep gash opens across her side. She stumbles, her knees nearly giving out from the sudden pain. She tries to fade back into the shadows, but her body refuses to respond.

With her blood. "Monster, this is the end."

Sorin grits her teeth, forcing herself to stand. Despite the burning pain, she smirks. "You sure about that?"

Kain narrows his eyes, about to strike again—

But a screeching sound fills the air.

Nyssara erges from the rubble, her crimson eyes burning with fury. Her sword-limbs unfold with a sharp tallic shiiing, the edges glowing with renewed energy.

"That hurt," she growls.

Veltha, despite her injuries, pushes herself up. Her tail coils, steadying her stance. "Tch. You really are a monster, huh?"

From the ruins of the watchtower, the rubble shifts.

Then—

Thurn rises, his body wreathed in an even darker mist. His carapace, cracked from the impact, leaks a sickly violet venom. His mandibles click together as his voice rumbles.

"He bleeds," Thurn says, his glowing eyes locking onto Kain's still-bleeding cheek. "That ans he can die."

Sorin wipes the blood from her mouth and chuckles. "Agreed."The four of them exchange glances. Injured, but alive. Outmatched, but not beaten.

The four of them exchange glances. Injured, but alive. Outmatched, but not beaten.

Kain exhales, rolling his shoulders. "Still standing? Good." He plants his sword into the ground for a mont, his mana still surging around him like an untad storm. "Then let's finish this."

Kain's eyes narrow as he surveys his opponents. Despite their injuries, the four adversaries stand resolute, their determination unwavering. Each combatant poised for the next move.

This ti, their attacks are seamless.

Nyssara, Thurn, Veltha, and Sorin move in perfect sync, like predators circling wounded prey. There is no hesitation. No wasted movent. Each attack flows into the next, creating a relentless onslaught that even Kain struggles to counter.

Kain blocks a downward slash from Nyssara's sword-limbs, but before he can counter, Veltha strikes from his blind spot. Her venom-coated claws rake against his armor, leaving behind sizzling marks.

He pivots, raising his sword to slash at her—

But Thurn is already there.

His chitin-covered arm slams into Kain's gauntlet, redirecting the strike just enough to throw off its montum. Kain grits his teeth, twisting his body, but Sorin appears behind him, her daggers flashing toward his exposed neck.