Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me Chapter 120 120: The Waiting Trap (part 2)

Despite their valor, the adventurers find themselves overwheld, their assault on Crass City turning into a desperate fight for survival.

Above, Pavel watches the unfolding chaos, his expression unreadable.

Amidst the turmoil, Varkas steps forward, his eyes locked onto Zinov. With a deep growl, his form begins to shift. Muscles bulge, bones crack, and dark fur sprouts across his body. In monts, he stands transford—a towering lycanthrope, embodying both human intellect and wolf ferocity.

Pavel, observing from the ground, lets out a hearty laugh, gripping his massive greatsword with anticipation.

"So, you're all here," Pavel calls out, his voice echoing over the battlefield. "That ans no one is stopping Zinov."

Varkas's lupine eyes narrow as he responds, his voice a guttural snarl.

"You think I'm the only Tier 5? There are others who will handle Zinov. But you," he points a clawed finger at Pavel, "will find your grave here."

Without further warning, Varkas lunges at Pavel with blinding speed, his claws aiming for Pavel's throat. Pavel raises his greatsword just in ti, the clash of steel against claw ringing out. The force of the impact sends shockwaves through the ground, causing nearby combatants to stumble.

Pavel grins, pushing back against Varkas's strength.

"Finally," Pavel says, his green eyes gleaming with excitent. "A real challenge."

He pivots, using his montum to swing the greatsword in a wide arc aid at Varkas's midsection. Varkas leaps back, narrowly avoiding the blade, and retaliates with a swift kick to Pavel's chest. Pavel skids backward but remains upright, his armor absorbing most of the blow.

The two warriors circle each other, the battlefield around them a blur of clashing forces. Varkas's lycanthropic senses allow him to anticipate Pavel's moves, while Pavel's combat experience and raw power make him a formidable opponent.

Pavel feints to the left before darting right, aiming to flank Varkas. Varkas, anticipating the move, spins and brings his greatsword down with imnse force. Pavel crosses his arms, blocking the strike but dropping to one knee under the pressure.

Pavel, still kneeling from the force of Varkas's strike, tightens his grip on his greatsword and smirks. "I admit, you're very strong" he taunts, rising to his feet. "But do you know why we adventurers can defeat stronger opponents?"

As if on cue, two figures appear behind Pavel. They are humanoid monsters, both strikingly beautiful, adorned in ornate robes that shimr with arcane energy. Their eyes glow softly, indicating their magical prowess.

Varkas's expression twists into one of disgust. "You enslave monsters to do your bidding?" he growls, his claws flexing. "Your kind's depravity knows no bounds."

Pavel shrugs nonchalantly. "I prefer to think of it as utilizing all available resources. et Lera and Selene, my trusted aides."

Lera, a lithe figure with erald hair, begins chanting, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. A golden aura envelops Pavel as she casts "Fortify Vitality," a Tier 3 spell that enhances his endurance and accelerates healing.

Simultaneously, Selene, with her silver locks cascading down her back, raises her staff and intones a lodic incantation. A translucent barrier forms around Pavel, the "Aegis Shield," a Tier 4 spell that significantly boosts his defense against both physical and magical attacks.

Feeling the surge of power from the buffs, Pavel rolls his shoulders and grins. "Now, shall we continue?"

Varkas snarls, his disdain evident. "Co on." He lunges forward, his claws aiming for Pavel's throat.

Pavel reacts with heightened speed, parrying Varkas's strike with his greatsword. The enhanced endurance from Lyra's spell allows him to absorb the impact without faltering. He counters with a swift horizontal slash, aiming for Varkas's midsection.

Varkas leaps back, narrowly avoiding the blade. He circles Pavel, searching for an opening. With a guttural growl, he unleashes "Rending Claw," a Tier 3 skill that sends a wave of energy shaped like claw marks hurtling toward Pavel.

Pavel braces himself as the attack crashes against the "Aegis Shield," the barrier shimring but holding firm. Seizing the mont, he charges forward, activating "Bull Rush," a Tier 3 skill that propels him with imnse force toward Varkas.

The sudden burst catches Varkas off guard. Pavel slams into him, sending the lycanthrope skidding backward. Without giving him a chance to recover, Pavel follows up with "Cleave," a Tier 4 skill that delivers a powerful, sweeping strike capable of hitting multiple foes.

Varkas manages to raise his arms in defense, but the impact sends a shockwave through his body. He snarls, blood seeping from a gash on his forearm. "Is this how you fight? Hiding behind slaves and spells?"

Pavel chuckles, "It's called strategy. Perhaps you should try it soti."

Varkas's eyes blaze with determination as he watches Pavel's smug deanor. He knows that to overco Pavel and liberate the enslaved monsters, he must unleash his full potential. With a deep, guttural growl, Varkas begins to channel his inner power.

His muscles swell further, veins pulsating with raw energy. Dark fur bristles as a crimson aura envelops his towering fra. He activates "Blood Moon Ascendance," a Tier 5 bloodline skill that taps into the primal might of his lycanthropic heritage, amplifying his strength and agility to unparalleled levels.

Simultaneously, Varkas invokes "Howl of the Alpha," a Tier 5 buff skill. Throwing his head back, he releases a thunderous howl that reverberates across the battlefield. The sound waves ripple through the air, infusing him with heightened senses and resilience, while instilling a primal fear in those who dare oppose him.

Pavel's grin falters as he senses the monuntal shift in Varkas's presence. The two enslaved mages, Lera and Selene, exchange uneasy glances, their confidence wavering.

"Your reliance on slaves and borrowed power ends here, human," Varkas snarls, his voice a deep, resonant growl. "I will free them from your tyranny."

Without waiting for a response, Varkas propels himself forward with blinding speed, closing the distance between them in an instant. He unleashes "Rending Claw," a Tier 3 skill, his claws glowing with a nacing light as they arc toward Pavel's chest.