Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me

Chapter 384 - 383: The End Of An Empire

As long as they lived, they would remain symbols.

Hope.

Rebellion.

Resistance.

A single surviving Spear could unite thousands.

The new rulers would never allow that.

Jheven stood quietly, looking across the battlefield.

Thousands of eyes were watching him.

Former soldiers, officers. Former citizens of the empire.

Many were crying, and many looked completely broken.

The First Spear slowly exhaled.

"So this is it."

Orara laughed bitterly.

"I always imagined my death would be more glorious."

Resna wiped blood from the corner of her mouth.

"You’re dying surrounded by an army after fighting three calamities."

She shook her head.

"That’s already more glorious than most."

The Fourth Spear chuckled weakly.

"She’s right."

For a brief moment, they simply stood there.

Not as Spears.

Just as comrades who had survived until the end together.

Heavy footsteps approached.

Grathum emerged from the crowd.

The gigantic Magma Troll carried his hammer over one shoulder. Parts of his body were still covered in burns from Jheven’s final attack.

Yet the troll’s grin remained as wide as ever.

Behind him stood Virela.

The massive Sky Serpent had returned to her humanoid form. Her silver hair danced in the wind while traces of storm energy still crackled around her body.

Zurrak appeared nearby without a sound.

One moment there was empty space.

The next moment the Void Warg was standing there.

Jheven looked at them. Then laughed quietly.

"Three calamities."

Grathum grinned.

"We get called that a lot."

"I wonder why."

The troll laughed loudly. Even Virela smirked.

The tension eased slightly.

Strangely enough, there was no hatred left.

Around them, thousands of prisoners watched in silence.

Many lowered their heads. Some were crying openly now.

Because they knew what was about to happen.

Jheven slowly looked toward the kneeling prisoners.

His gaze swept across familiar faces. Soldiers who had followed him for years. Officers who had fought beside him.

Young cultivators who once dreamed of becoming Spears themselves.

Finally, he spoke.

His voice carried across the battlefield.

"Live."

The prisoners froze. Jheven continued.

"The empire is gone."

Many started crying harder.

"Don’t throw your lives away trying to avenge us."

His eyes remained calm.

"Survive."

Nobody spoke.

Nobody moved.

The First Spear smiled faintly. Then he looked back at Grathum.

"One last question."

The troll raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

Jheven’s gaze drifted toward the horizon.

"The one you serve."

His voice was calm.

"Is he truly worth following?"

For a moment, Grathum didn’t answer.

Then his expression became unusually serious.

"Yes."

Just one word.

Jheven studied him for a few seconds.

Then nodded.

"I see."

Silence returned. The wind blew through the ruined battlefield.

Broken banners fluttered.

Dust drifted across the corpses of thousands.

An empire’s final breath.

Grathum rested his hammer against the ground.

Then smiled.

"That was fun, human."

Jheven laughed. A genuine laugh, perhaps his last.

"Yeah."

He straightened his back.

Raised his head, and met the troll’s gaze without fear.

"Try not to lose to someone weaker than me."

Grathum barked out a loud laugh.

"That won’t happen, human."

Then he swung.

BOOOOOOM!

The hammer descended, and the ground exploded.

The First Spear vanished instantly. A clean death, no suffering, humiliation, only the end.

Silence spread across the battlefield.

Silence spread across the battlefield.

The remaining Spears met the same fate shortly afterward.

One by one.

The Fourth.

The Fifth.

The Ninth.

The last symbols of the Bregion Empire disappeared forever.

When it was finally over, no one cheered.

Even the monster soldiers remained silent.

Because everyone understood what had happened here.

An empire had died.

Not in a palace.

Not on a throne.

But on a battlefield, surrounded by those who had followed it until the very end.

Above the ruins, black banners rose into the air.

And across the entire Ereborn Continent, there was no longer a force capable of opposing Alix’s growing empire.

----

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

While the city continued to recover from the war, Alix spent most of his time in one place.

The training grounds behind the villa.

Unlike the normal training fields used by soldiers, this area had been specially prepared. Layers of formations surrounded the entire field. Soul barriers, mental defense arrays, and energy suppression formations covered every corner.

After all, Tsia’s power wasn’t something that could be trained carelessly.

At the center of the field, Tsia stood with her eyes closed.

Sweat rolled down her forehead.

Her silver hair swayed lightly in the wind.

Several monster soldiers stood around her in a circle, waiting.

Alix watched from a nearby stone platform.

"Again," he said.

Tsia took a deep breath. Then slowly extended her hand. The air became strangely quiet, and invisible waves spread outward.

Unlike before, there was no violent outburst. No uncontrolled surge of emotion.

Everything was deliberate.

Controlled.

The eyes of the nearest soldier briefly lost focus.

Then regained clarity.

A second later, another soldier stumbled slightly.

Then another.

Tsia’s brows furrowed.

The invisible pressure intensified.

One soldier suddenly turned toward the man beside him.

"Attack."

The command left Tsia’s lips softly.

The soldier immediately moved. Not because he wanted to. But because his soul had received an order.

The surrounding guards watched in shock as the controlled soldier launched an attack.

The other guard blocked instinctively.

A brief exchange followed before Alix raised a hand.

"Enough."

The controlled soldier immediately stopped.

The pressure vanished.

Tsia opened her eyes and staggered slightly.

She was breathing hard. But unlike before, she remained conscious.

A smile slowly appeared on Alix’s face.

"Good."

Tsia looked up.

"Really?"

"Much better than three days ago."

She immediately looked embarrassed.

Three days ago, she had accidentally controlled twenty-seven soldiers at once.

Then lost consciousness for half a day.

Compared to that disaster, today’s result was excellent.

Tsia scratched her cheek.

"I still can’t fully control it."

"You don’t need perfection after one week."

Alix stepped down from the platform.

"You’ve already improved faster than I expected."

A faint smile appeared on Tsia’s face.

Receiving praise from him felt strangely satisfying.

Even she didn’t understand why.

Alix stopped beside her.

"Tell me what you’ve learned."

Tsia immediately answered.

"My ability becomes stronger when I focus on a specific target."