Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me-Chapter 373 - 372: Alix Coming Out

Zevran's laughter rolls across the sky, and then his aura changes.

The pressure doubles.

Then triples.

Wind and earth mana erupt from his body in violent harmony, spiraling together until the clouds are torn apart, shredded into raw strands of vapor. The air itself screams as Zevran's presence swells, vast and overwhelming, drowning out every other aura on the battlefield.

The fused being stiffens.

Hecrad's eyes narrow.

Kevom's grin vanishes.

Their shared mind rings with a single, unified thought.

Danger.

Below, soldiers drop to their knees as the pressure crashes down. Walls creak. Towers fracture. The city groans like something alive, being crushed under an invisible weight.

Zevran spreads his wings fully.

They blot out the sun.

"Alright," he says, voice calm now, almost reverent. "Enough warm-up."

The wind dies.

For half a heartbeat, there is silence.

Then Zevran inhales.

The world responds.

Mana pours into his lungs from every direction, wind screaming inward, earth ripping loose from the plains, mountains trembling as their essence is torn free. The sky twists into a colossal vortex centered on his mouth.

He exhales.

"Bloodline Skill— World-Swallowing Tempest Breath."

The breath is not just a stream.

It is a wall.

A titanic fusion of compressed wind and pulverized earth surges forward, wide enough to blot out the horizon, tall enough to devour towers whole. The leading edge grinds reality itself, pulverizing everything it touches into dust and pressure.

The city will vanished from it.

Hecrad's voice cuts through the roaring inferno of sound. "That breath—!"

Kevom snarls. "It'll erase everything behind us!"

The fused being doesn't retreat.

They plant their feet in midair.

Mana surges violently inward, both souls reaching deep, deeper than ever before. Their auras clash, then align, then lock.

The artifact between them blazes, screaming under the strain.

"This shouldn't be possible," Hecrad says through clenched teeth.

Kevom laughs, sharp and feral. "Good thing we stopped caring about 'possible.'"

The fused body trembles as the breath approaches.

Not from fear.

From strain.

The World-Swallowing Tempest Breath fills the sky, wind compressed to cutting blades, earth reduced to grinding annihilation. The front edge of the breath hasn't even reached the city yet, and already towers crack, streets cave inward, and soldiers are flung from their feet as if struck by an unseen god's hand.

The city is screaming.

Hecrad digs deep, mind razor-focused.

"Kevom. Now. Separate control, same intent."

Kevom bares his teeth. "You don't have to tell me twice."

The fused aura splits internally, not outwardly, but in structure.

Two Tier 6 aura bloom inside one body.

The sky shudders.

Water mana surges first.

"Tier 6— Abyssal Dominion."

An ocean manifests in the air.

Not illusion, pressure. Endless, crushing, layered water mana folds over itself, forming a rotating abyssal sphere in front of the fused body. Currents spiral inward, dragging wind, dust, even sound into its depths.

Kevom takes over instantly.

Fire answers.

"Tier 6— Sovereign Flame Core."

Flames ignite, not wild, not explosive, but regal, condensed to a blinding density. A miniature sun forms at the heart of the water abyss, heat so intense that reality ripples around it.

The contradiction should destroy them.

Water and fire scream against each other.

The fused body convulses.

Veins of light tear across their arms and chest as the artifact embedded within their merged existence begins to glow, no, overheat.

Zevran's eyes widen for the first time.

"…They're insane."

Hecrad growls through clenched teeth. "Artifact, combine them!"

The medallion's remnants ignite.

Runes crawl across the fused body like living script, stitching impossible equations together.

Water does not extinguish fire.

Fire does not boil water.

Instead, they compress.

The abyss collapses inward, water pressure multiplying again and again, while the flame core stabilizes it, hardening the mass into something that is neither liquid nor plasma.

Kevom roars.

"DO IT!"

Hecrad answers.

"Combined Skills— Cataclysm Anchor."

The sphere detonates outward, not forward.

It becomes a wall.

A colossal, rotating disk of condensed abyss-fire slams into existence between the city and Zevran's breath. Runes spin along its surface, counter-rotating layers grinding mana against mana, force against force.

The Tempest Breath hits.

The impact is apocalyptic.

The sky folds.

Wind shrieks as it is shredded, earth pulverizes into fine mist, shockwaves race outward in concentric rings that flatten forests miles away.

The wall groans.

Cracks spiderweb across the disk.

Kevom screams as feedback rips through their shared nerves.

"IT'S PUSHING THROUGH—!"

Hecrad plants their feet harder, aura flaring violently.

"Then we push back!"

They step forward, into the breath.

Every step tears flesh, fractures bone, burns nerves.

Blood evaporates before it can fall.

The fused being is driven backward meter by meter, but the city behind them remains intact, the annihilation grinding itself away against the Cataclysm Anchor.

Below, soldiers watch in mute horror and awe.

"They're… stopping it…"

"With their bodies…"

"That breath would've erased us…"

Inside the carriage, Alix smile.

"…That's quite impressive," he murmurs, eyes sharp.

Mero's said. "That is no longer technique. That is resolve."

Back in the sky, Zevran's breath finally thins.

The tempest dies screaming.

Silence crashes down.

The Cataclysm Anchor shatters into light.

The fused body drops to one knee in midair, smoke rolling off them, aura flickering violently, barely holding its quasi-Tier 7 form together.

Kevom pants. "Tell me… we look cool."

Hecrad laughs weakly. "Yeah."

Zevran hovers opposite them, wings slowly folding.

For a long moment, he simply stares.

Then, He smiles.

Wide. Genuine. Dangerous. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"…Humans," Zevran says softly, awe threading his voice,

"I take it back."

His aura surges again, but this time, not crushing.

Excited.

"You didn't just entertain me."

His eyes burn like twin suns.

"You impressed me."

Zevran's aura settles.

The violent storm of wind and earth draws inward, compressing until it wraps tightly around his massive form. The pressure doesn't lessen, it becomes controlled. The battlefield breathes again, but only barely.

Then, Zevran falls silent.

No laughter.

No taunts.

No curiosity.

The sudden quiet is worse than the roar.

His massive draconic face tilts slightly, eyes narrowing as if listening to something no one else can hear. For a heartbeat, the only sound is the crackle of lingering mana and the distant groan of damaged walls.

Then the corner of his mouth lifts.

A smirk.

One that does not belong on a beast.

"Well," Zevran says lightly, almost amused, "looks like you two are in luck."

The fused body stiffens.

Kevom scowls. "Luck?"

Zevran's eyes gleam. "My master just took a liking to you."

Silence slams into the sky.

Hecrad's breath catches.

Kevom blinks once. Then again. "—Hold on." His voice sharpens. "Did I hear that right?"

Zevran chuckles. "You did."

Kevom's head tilts back slightly as he stares up at the massive beast. "You're telling me… you have a master?"

Hecrad's expression darkens instantly. His voice is low, tight.

"…So it's real."

Kevom turns inward, panic bleeding through their shared mind. "Hecrad."

"I know," Hecrad replies. "Worst case scenario."

His gaze locks onto Zevran, sharp and calculating despite the exhaustion tearing through his body.

"This beast really has a master."

Zevran's smirk widens.

Before either of them can speak again.

The world changes.

It doesn't roar.

It doesn't explode.

It bows, as if greeting its king.