Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me

The four generals waste no time.

The scarred general, Orin, swings his massive battle axe in a brutal arc, aiming for Varkas’s exposed ribs. The strike connects, but instead of flesh, the blade meets something far denser—bone-like armor hidden beneath his fur. Sparks fly as the axe skids off, he didn’t even leave a shallow wound.

”Hah! Tough bastard,” Orin mutters, yanking his weapon back.

The lanky general, Jupus, steps in next, his twin daggers flashing. He moves like a wind, his blades seeking weak points in Varkas’s defense. He strikes at the joints, the tendons, the unarmored patches of fur—each cut precise, calculated.

Varkas moves with supernatural speed, twisting his body to avoid the worst of the attacks. ”Not bad,” he growls. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he swipes at Jupus with his massive claw.

Jupus barely dodges—the tips of Varkas’s claws graze his chestplate, carving deep gashes into the steel. He grits his teeth and rolls away, breathing hard.

The youngest general, Elaine, channels a surge of magic into her sword. Crackling blue energy ignites along the blade’s edge. With a powerful leap, she swings downward, aiming for Varkas’s shoulder.

Varkas doesn’t move. He stands still, his golden eyes watching as Elaine’s enchanted sword descends upon him. The blade crackles with raw energy, humming with the power of a Tier 4 skill.

Thunderfang Strike!

The moment the sword connects, an explosion of blue lightning erupts. The sheer force of the impact sends shockwaves rippling through the air, shaking the surrounding buildings. A blinding flash engulfs the area, forcing soldiers to shield their eyes.

When the light fades, Elaine stumbles back, her breathing ragged. Her sword is still crackling with residual energy, the scent of burnt ozone thick in the air.

Varkas remains unmoved.

He stands there, completely unharmed. The spot where Elaine’s blade struck—his shoulder—bears not a single wound. Not a burn mark, not a scratch. He rolls his shoulder lazily, as if shaking off a speck of dust.

Elaine’s eyes widen. ”Impossible…”

Before she can react, Varkas moves. His hand snaps out like a viper, seizing Elaine by the throat. He lifts her effortlessly off the ground, his grip tightening just enough to make her struggle.

”That was cute,” he chuckles, his golden eyes gleaming. ”But let me show you the difference between us.”

Before he can finish, a burning wave of power surges through the air.

”Wrath Of The War God!”

Orin charges, his entire body engulfed in a furious red aura. His axe glows a deep, blood-red, and as he swings, the sheer force of the strike warps the air around it. This is his strongest Tier 4 skill—an attack that has cleaved through castle walls.

Varkas simply raises a hand.

The axe connects with his palm.

A deafening shockwave explodes outward, sending debris flying in every direction. The sheer force of Orin’s swing causes the ground beneath them to shatter. Soldiers are forced to shield themselves from the blast.

But Varkas remains completely still.

He doesn’t even flinch. His hand grips the edge of the axe, stopping it in place with terrifying ease.

Orin grits his teeth, pushing with all his strength, veins bulging. But it’s useless.

”That all you got?” Varkas asks, a flicker of disappointment in his voice. Then, without warning, he wrenches the axe out of Orin’s grip and swings his other arm.

BOOM!

Orin is sent hurtling backward, crashing through a ruined stone wall and disappearing into the rubble.

”Orin!” Jupus snarls. He moves in a blur, twin daggers coated in a dark, venomous sheen as he activates his own Tier 4 skill.

”Phantom Serpent’s Dance!”

Jupus’s movements become unpredictable, his speed doubling as afterimages of himself flicker around Varkas. His daggers strike from every direction, targeting Varkas’s joints, his neck, his eyes—any vulnerable point.

His claws swipe through the air with inhuman precision. Every strike Jupus makes is intercepted, his daggers meeting Varkas’s claws in rapid succession. Sparks fly as steel clashes against his indestructible flesh.

Jupus’s attacks blur together, too fast for normal eyes to follow. But Varkas… he sees everything.

Then—he steps forward.

Jupus barely has time to react.

A fist slams into his gut.

Jupus gasps, blood spurting from his mouth as he is lifted off the ground. The sheer force of the blow sends a shockwave through his body, his ribs audibly cracking. Then, Varkas swings again, sending him skidding across the battlefield.

He doesn’t get up.

The final general, a powerful mage named Selian, raises his staff, his expression grim. ”If brute force won’t work, then let’s even the odds.”

Selian slams his staff into the ground. Arcane symbols flare to life beneath him, golden energy surging outward like a tidal wave.

”Divine Embrace!”

A radiant glow spreads across Walric and the remaining generals. Their wounds begin closing, their strength replenishing. More than that—a golden aura coats their weapons, enhancing their attacks. Their speed, their power, their endurance—everything is pushed beyond their limits.

Varkas watches, intrigued. ”Hmm? A Tier 4 buff spell?” He tilts his head. ”Alright. Let’s see if it makes a difference.”

Walric grips his sword tighter. The golden energy pulses through his veins, filling him with renewed strength.

”This is our last chance!” he roars. ”Everyone, attack together!”

Elaine, still gasping for breath, nods. Orin, battered but not broken, grips his axe once more. Jupus, despite his cracked ribs, forces himself to stand. Selian begins chanting another spell.

They move as one.

Elaine strikes first. Her sword blazes with golden lightning, the power of the Divine Embrace amplifying her Thunderfang Strike tenfold.

Orin follows up, his axe shrouded in fiery energy as he swings with all his might.

Jupus vanishes in a flicker of shadow, reappearing behind Varkas, his daggers flashing toward the Lycanthrope’s spine.

And Walric—Walric activates his strongest skill.

”Judgment Breaker!”

His sword ignites in pure, searing white energy, the very air vibrating from the sheer power contained within. He lunges, aiming straight for Varkas’s heart.

The attacks land.

A massive explosion engulfs the battlefield, golden light flooding the streets. The sheer force of their combined assault sends shockwaves tearing through buildings, shattering stone and glass. The ground itself cracks under the impact.