Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! Chapter 106: War Part Two

Arkanos turned his gaze to Sylvana, giving her a slight nod. With a graceful motion, she waved her wooden staff, the runes etched along its length glowing briefly. The grand sigil hovering above the table flickered, then dematerialized into strands of faint green light.

The room settled into a tense silence—until Abaddon burst into laughter.

"Such unshakable confidence, my Liege. It borders on the divine, yet feels almost unreal. Even the gods would be jealous." Abaddon bellowed, wiping a fake tear from his eye, his grin widening.

Ivan tilted his head, "A truly impressive speech, my Lord. I am certain their hearts are now clouded with doubt."

Sylvana nodded with a smile, "Indeed. No other speech would have been worthy of your grace my liege."

Utilia placed her massive gauntlet hand above her chest, "You were most radiant."

Abaddon then leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

"So tell , my Liege, do you wish for to go out there and slaughter them all? It’s been far too long since I’ve heard the satisfying crunch of bones beneath my heel, oh how I’d love to hear these fools scream."

Arkanos’s erald eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hardly."

"We will each be assigned a side. But before then…"

He glanced down at the sprawling map of the capital, his finger tapping thoughtfully against its surface.

"Let us ensure our enemies don’t get any ideas."

Without another word, he glanced at the map of the capital, focusing on the walls.

He then called out to the system in his thoughts.

’System.’

〘 ⋄ Yes player. ⋄ 〙

’Maximize the fortifications of the city walls. Apply enchantnts—knockback to repel any who breach, paralysis to cripple those foolish enough to touch them. Strengthen both their physical integrity and magical resilience. I want our walls to stand as both shield and sword.’

〘 ⋄ Processing Request ⋄ 〙

〘 ⋄ Upgrading City Walls to MAX Level… ⋄ 〙

〘 ⋄ Upgrade cost 50,000 upgrade points ⋄ 〙

’Proceed.’

-Analyzing Structural Integrity of the Capital Walls…

-Maximizing Defensive Paraters…

-Applying Enchantnts: Knockback Effect King Tier & Paralysis Aura King Tier

-Reinforcing walls with Void-Reinforced Obsidian and Adamantine Filants.

-Embedding Aether Veins for mana flow, with Crystalline Nodes to stabilize enchantnts.

-Installing Kinetic Reversal Sigils for knockback and Neural Disruption Glyphs for paralysis.

-Deploying Phase-Shift Barriers for magical resistance and Auto-Regenerative Masonry for self-repair.

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anwhile, out on the walls

The knights on the walls were all taken by shock as a strange green pulse surged through the air, radiating from the very core of the city.

It washed over them like a phantom wave, leaving the knights staggering, their grips tightening instinctively on their weapons.

Then suddenly, the walls began to change.

What was once solid gray stone darkened, turning into an abyssal black, as though the shadows themselves had seeped into the very foundations.

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Golden linings etched themselves into the darkened stone, twisting into elegant patterns that intertwined with newly ford runes, glowing faintly.

The knights standing guard on the walls stood frozen, their hearts pounding with shock and awe.

"By the gods… what am I witnessing...?"

one knight gasped.

Another stumbled backward, nearly tripping.

"The walls… they’re alive. They’re breathing!"

"Those veins... that’s pure mana."

One Knight surrounded his sword with his aura and swung it on the wall.

The blade shattered.

"Impossible… not even a scratch!"

"No fortress on this continent has walls like this."

A knight, his eyes wide with childlike wonder, fell to one knee, rubbing the surface.

"This must be His Majesty’s doing. A miracle… A gift from the Emperor himself!"

All the knights exchanged glances, soon they all smiled.

"The Emperor is truly divine."

"With walls like these… no army can ever breach our gates!"

Cheers erupted atop the walls, their voices echoing as they yelled.

"All hail the emperor!"

"All hail the emperor!"

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…

Across the field, beyond the reach of the city’s miraculous glow, Jareth’s army watched in silence.

Thousands of soldiers, battle-hardened and fearless, stood frozen as the distant city walls shifted and transford before their very eyes.

What sorcery was this?

"What… What the hell are we looking at?"

One soldier muttered, his face pale beneath his helt.

A fellow warrior swallowed hard, clutching his sword as though it might offer answers.

"Walls don’t just… change like that. That’s not normal. That’s not even natural."

"Is it an illusion?"

"No… I felt the ground tremble."

Bran, Jareth’s second in command, spat on the dirt with a snarl, his eyes narrowing at the city in the distance.

"Tch. That fool Arkanos must’ve made a contract with so cursed god," he growled. "That must be where his arrogance cos from. No man is that confident without divine interference."

One of Jareth’s knights approached hesitantly, glancing nervously toward the pulsing runes etched into the distant walls.

"Sir… those walls are enchanted. I doubt even our strongest siege engines will—"

"Enough!" Jareth yelled, his hand snapping to his sword hilt. "Enchanted walls or not, stone is still stone. It can be broken."

Turning sharply, he pointed toward the siege lines.

"Bring the ladders! We’ll scale the damn thing if we have to. Ready the catapults—I want them firing until those walls crumble into dust!"

His voice thundered over the encampnt, masking the lingering thread of doubt in his heart.

"Archers, nock your arrows! We’ll set the sky ablaze if we must."

The soldiers scrambled into action, but unease hung thick in the air like a storm waiting to break. They had faced fortified cities before—but never had they faced walls that breathed with power, their very stones humming with the pulse of sothing greater than mortal hands could craft.

And deep within, even Jareth couldn’t deny it—

This was no ordinary fortress.

This was a monunt to the will of an Emperor who had beco sothing far more.

Jareth gritted his teeth as his gaze hardened as he faded at the walls, his thoughts racing.

’Arkanos… it doesn’t matter what sort of being you may have gotten on your side, I do not care! I shall cut down everyone and everything that stands in the way of my revenge.’

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Back in the castle.

〘 ⋄ Upgrade Complete. Awaiting Further Commands. ⋄ 〙

Arkanos’s smiled.

Arkanos opened his eyes, his smirk now edged with a subtle satisfaction.

"Good, what handles that issue," he murmured softly.

Abaddon’s lips curled back into a grin. "Was that you, my Liege?"

"I see you’ve fortified our walls… and added a little sothing extra."

Arkanos smiled.

"Indeed."

Abaddon chuckled darkly, his hand resting lazily on the poml of his swords. "Truly splendid work. A fortress befitting an Emperor. But…"

His tone grew more serious. "It doesn’t stop them from firing arrows over the walls—or launching boulders with their siege engines."

Before Arkanos could respond, Sylvana stepped forward, her wooden staff gently tapping against the marble floor.

"My Lord," she said softly. "I can erect a barrier—a protective do that will shield the city from both arrows and catapults."

Arkanos turned his gaze to her, his faint smile growing just a shade wider.

"It seems you were reading my mind," he replied. "Go ahead and give it your all, I expect nothing less than your best."

Sylvana bowed her head slightly, acknowledging his praise before disappearing with teleportation magic.

Arkanos observed the map once more, his fingers tracing the streets and battlents, calculating every detail with surgical precision.

"Good," he murmured, satisfaction dripping from the single word. Then, standing straight, his voice echoed with commanding authority. "Now, I shall assign each of you your positions."

His gaze swept across the room, resting first on Ivan, who stood at attention with his hand over his chest.

"Ivan, you will head to the western gate."

Ivan bowed deeply. "By your command, my Emperor."

Arkanos turned next to Abaddon, his gaze sharp.

"Abaddon, the southern wall is yours. Keep them entertained. I expect nothing less than the chaos you pride yourself in."

Abaddon grinned, baring sharp teeth like a predator.

"Ah, music to my ears, my Liege. I shall paint the ground red in your honor."

His eyes then shifted to Utilia.

He then called out to her.

"Utilia, you and your knights will handle the northern wall."

Utilia slamd her gauntlets together, causing a spark as she smiled radiantly.

"With pleasure my lord, I shall crush all the heads of those who foolishly thought they could stand against you without consequence."

With a final glance at the map, Arkanos’s smirk returned.

"As for …" He straightened. "I shall greet our visitors personally—from the east along with my knights."

Arkanos then began to step out.

"Alright, Seraphine with , let us head to the barracks, it’s ti for another upgrade."

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The clamor of armor echoed through the vast stone halls of the imperial barracks, where rows upon rows of knights stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces filled with anticipation, fear, and fierce resolve.

At the far end of the hall, flanked by banners bearing the imperial crest—a roaring dragon—Arkanos Bloodbane stepped forward. His erald eyes, fixed on his battle ready knights with pride.

He stood as they did, clad in black armor etched with ancient runes, a crimson cloak billowing slightly with every step.

The space fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant rumble of siege engines beyond the city walls.

Arkanos’s presence was enough to silence fear itself.

The confidence on his face made them all feel, ’As long as we stand by him, victory was certain.’

His voice rang out

"Knights of the Empire!"

"Today is the day we’ve trained for, bled for, lived for."

He balled his fists.

"They think we’re trapped because they surround us from all sides."

"But they forget—"

"A lion doesn’t fear the wolves at his door!"

A roar erupted from the knights, their fists pounding against their breastplates.

"We fight not just for walls and stone, but for the people behind them—our families, our future." His hand lowered, resting over his heart.

"I will not watch from a throne while my n bleed."

He took another step forward, his erald gaze locking with those in the front lines, as if speaking to each soul individually.

"No!"

"I will ride with you, fight beside you, and we shall claim victory!"

Another roar thundered through the barracks, blades raised high, the sound of steel against steel drowning out the distant drums of the enemy.

But then, Arkanos raised his hand once more, and silence fell like a command from the gods themselves.

"Fear not."

"None of you shall perish today."

"You have each proven yourselves, you each stand here ready to serve till the end."

"But I am a greedy emperor! I shall not let go of such gems so easily, not even death shall dare to claim what is rightfully mine!"

Arkanos’s hand slowly extended, palm open, as if to grasp the very air itself. His smirk returned.

"And to ensure that…"

"I shall grant you all power."

’System,’ he called silently.

〘 ⋄ Yes, player. ⋄ 〙

’Level up all my knights to level 200, gear all of them with Mythic rank armour.’

〘 ⋄ Processing Request… ⋄ 〙

〘 ⋄ Upgrade cost: 70,000 upgrade points. Confirm? ⋄ 〙

’Proceed.’