Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points!-Chapter 115 : War Part Eleven

Rurik, who had just finished polishing his war hammer, narrowed his eyes at the two massive spectral beings now dominating the battlefield.

"Sacred Eidoliths… and not just any, but ones of that size. Hah. Looks like we weren't just fighting nobodies after all."

Sacred Eidoliths—manifestations of one's mastery over a particular martial art or magical style that allowed the wielder to surpass their current limits momentarily and give 101% of what they were capable of.

They were more than just mere summons; they were extensions of the wielder's very soul, proof of absolute mastery in their respective paths.

The larger the Eidolith, the greater the warrior's skill and control.

Though wielding such power often left users immensely exhausted afterward, and not many could even manifest one for more than a couple of minutes, those who could either possessed monstrous reserves of mana or had made a contract with a Rook-rank spirit.

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Daric let out a low chuckle, resting his hammer on his shoulder. "A damn yeti and a phoenix, huh? Those aren't small fry summons. Takes real monsters to call on something like that."

Keth nodded, arms crossed. "They must be masters of their styles. Even for us, we are yet to manifest ours… and they're wielding them effortlessly."

Grandul let out a deep hum, cracking his knuckles. "We might actually be looking at a nice opponent this time. Maybe the captain coud be kind enough to let us join in."

There was a brief pause before Daric grinned wide. "So? Do we step in?" His fingers twitched eagerly against his weapon, eyes glinting with anticipation.

Jarek let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. "Nah. Wouldn't even be worth it."

Daric frowned. "What? You scared?"

Jarek smirked. "Not of them, idiot. Of her." He jabbed a thumb toward the battlefield. "You really wanna get in the captain's way? She'd easily handle them herself, and if we so much as breathe too close to her fight, she'll make us regret existing."

Rurik chuckled. "Yeah… and something tells me she'd punish us harder than whatever those two could dish out."

Keth shrugged. "Better to sit back and enjoy the show. Captain's got this."

Daric pouted but ultimately sighed in defeat. "Tch. Fine. But if she lets even one of them survive her next attacks, I call dibs on the leftovers."

Keth sighed as he shook his head. "And in what reality would our captain do that?"

The rest of the Berserk Knights simply laughed, knowing it was true—she never left survivors.

Utilia let out a massive laugh as she said, "Now that is what I'm talking about! Go all out! Give it everything you've got."

She pointed her right gauntleted fist at them as she said, "Only the strongest will be left standing in the end!"

Serilda's frost crept forward, engulfing the battlefield in deathly cold.

Freya's firestorm raged, reducing everything in its path to molten ruin.

"THIS IS WHERE YOU PERISH!" Both warriors charged at once, closing the gap between them in a split second.

Serilda's blade was now an executioner's guillotine, its edge wreathed in freezing death. She swung downward with terrifying force, aiming to cleave Utilia in two.

At the same time, Freya descended from above, her fiery wings spreading wide as she became a comet. Her sword was like a burning spear, aiming straight for Utilia's heart.

While Utilia simply smiled like a maniac.

And then they clashed.

The battlefield erupted in a massive explosion.

The very air shuddered as ice and fire collided, merging into a single, obliterating force.

For a moment, there was nothing but white light.

The sheer force of the impact silenced the entire battlefield.

And then—

A heartbeat.

A second heartbeat.

The light faded.

Serilda and Freya were on their knees, panting, trying to catch their breath.

They were a couple of meters away from where they landed their attack; there was a massive, deep, cavernous crater where smoke rose from.

Freya wiped the sweat from her brow, her breathing still uneven.

Her eyes looked across the battlefield, lingering on the crater where Utilia had been moments ago.

The sheer destruction left behind spoke for itself, yet something gnawed at her instincts.

"…You sure she's dead?" Freya asked, narrowing her eyes at the rising smoke. "I mean, yeah, that was a hell of a hit, but we've seen crazier things."

Serilda, still catching her breath, glanced at her with a calm, calculated expression. "An attack from two swordswomen over level 400, combined with extreme temperature differences—one strike freezing her body, the next igniting it? She's definitely dead."

Freya exhaled, resting her hands on her hips. "I dunno… Just feels too easy."

Serilda shook her head. "If she somehow survived that, then the laws of reality might as well not exist."

Yet, despite her logical reasoning, something still felt off.

"Then I guess they've stopped existing, then."

A voice suddenly said.

Causing Serilda and Freya to widen their eyes in shock.

And then—footsteps.

Slow… and deliberate.

The kind of steps that sent a chill through even the most hardened warriors.

A figure emerged from the smoke, her silhouette illuminated by the dying embers of their attack.

Utilia stepped forward, her armor cracked, parts of it molten from the heat, while frost still clung to her shoulders and arms. Her skin was burned in some places, her lips curled in a smirk, and her eyes gleamed with something unnervingly alive.

Freya instinctively took a step back. "By the gods… You're telling me she survived that?!"

Serilda gritted her teeth, her mind racing. "Impossible."

The red-haired berserker stood there, her body torn and bleeding, deep gashes ripped across her arms, shoulders, and legs. Blood dripped onto the frozen ground beneath her, sizzling against the still-burning embers.

She was grinning.

She raised a hand, touching the fresh wounds, and let out a breathy chuckle. Her red eyes gleamed with delight.

"Incredible, truly incredible."

Her voice was soft, almost… reverent, like she enjoyed it.

Then, slowly, glowing red markings began to appear across her skin, pulsing like the heartbeat of a beast.

Her grin widened.

"I don't remember…" she said, rolling her shoulders, her wounds beginning to close on their own. "…the last time someone actually made me feel this alive."