Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me
Chapter 239 - 241: Reviving Three Peak Tier 6

The air hums with silent pressure. Strange golden crystals pulse softly across the walls. Runes shift and drift above the obsidian floor in glowing constellations. In the center of the chamber stands a wide, circular altar—half-ritual platform, half-technological interface—bathed in flickering blue light.

Alix stands alone before the altar, hands calmly at his sides. His golden eyes stare at the floating transparent screen hovering silently in front of him, filled with neatly arranged lists, numbers, and glowing names.

In the corner of the screen, a counter shows:

[Gold: 243,526,726 coins

Tier 6 Subordinates Revived: 3 / 50

Remaining: 47]

Alix swipes one hand gently to the side. The list filters.

[Filter Applied: Peak Tier 6 Only

Displaying: 20 remaining.]

Ten names illuminate, each followed by rows of stats and brief descriptions:

[1: Zurrak the Abysshowl

Race: Void Warg

Element: Void

Traits: Master of spatial tearing and dimensional distortion. Excels in assassination and silent battlefield disruption. Known for appearing behind enemies before they blink.

Revival cost: 70,000,000 gold]

[2: Grathum Ironsurge

Race: Magma Troll

Element: Magma

Traits: Wields volcanic weaponry, impervious to heat, can create localized eruptions from under his feet. A walking siege engine.

Revival cost: 70,000,000 gold]

[3: Virela the Stormrend

Race: Sky Serpent

Element: Wind

Traits: Swift aerial master, manipulates battlefield weather. Can strike enemies from miles above. Her wings can shatter sound itself.

Revival cost: 70,000,000 gold]

[4: Halgrom Boneharrow

Race: Ghoul Centaur

Element: Death

Traits: Necrotic charger. Raises dead terrain-bound corpses into skeletal cavalry. Body is covered in petrified bone armor.

Revival cost: 70,000,000 gold]

[5: Y'shava the Bloomveil

Race: Fae Matron

Element: Illusion

Traits: Mistress of enchanting fields. Can turn battlefields into hallucinated wonderlands, luring enemies to their deaths with beauty.

Revival cost: 70,000,000 gold]

[6: Vokren Deepflesh

Race: Leviathan Spawn

Element: Water / Acid

Traits: Amphibious juggernaut. Melts armor with acidic tides. Flesh constantly regenerates. Feared in naval warfare.

Revival cost: 70,000,000 gold]

[7: Mahragul Voidtongue

Race: Abyss Djinn

Element: Dark Flame

Traits: Speaks flames into being. His words ignite reality. Can unmake enchantments and devour spells.

Revival cost: 70,000,000 gold]

[8: Dregosh Hellroot

Race: Infernal Treant

Element: Nature

Traits: Towering monster with roots of magma. Burns forests to grow stronger. Can bind enemies in thorns.

Revival cost: 70,000,000 gold]

[9: Serakka the Moonblight

Race: Lunar Beast

Element: Ice / Light

Traits: Moves silently in moonlight. Freezes enemies with light-based magic. Can bend light into illusions.

Revival cost: 70,000,000 gold]

[10: Threzhul of the Glass Flame

Race: Crystal Dracovian

Element: Fire

Traits: Body made of enchanted crystal. Breathes refracted flame that can pierce magic shields.

Revival cost: 70,000,000 gold]

Alix's eyes scan the remaining names as the list scrolls slowly past. One after another, powerful monsters—each with terrifying abilities, each worthy of commanding legions. The revival altar hums softly, almost like it's waiting.

He pauses the scroll with a flick of his finger, letting the rest of the peak Tier 6 entries settle in front of him. His golden eyes narrow.

"So many monsters," he mutters under his breath. "But I can't afford to bring them all back… not yet."

He glances briefly at the floating counter.

[Gold: 243,526,726 coins]

"Enough for three…" He crosses his arms, lost in thought for a moment.

"Zurrak's perfect for ambushes and stealth strikes. But on open battlefields…" he trails off, considering.

"Grathum's raw power could tear fortresses in half."

Alix inhales slowly, golden eyes locked onto the name glowing at the top of the list.

"…I should revive Zurrak." he murmurs.

His voice echoes faintly in the chamber, swallowed by the ever-humming energy of the altar.

"The shadows don't have a true leader right now," Alix continues, swiping his hand and confirming the selection. "Zurrak will fill that void perfectly. No one's better at battlefield disruption or silent elimination."

The screen pulses.

[Confirm Revival? Zurrak the Abysshowl – 70,000,000 Gold]

Alix nods once. "Confirm."

A deep vibration trembles through the floor as the altar glows with blinding violet light. Void-colored sigils spiral upward like smoke. The temperature drops, the air distorting unnaturally around the summoning platform.

Then—he appears.

A rift tears open in midair with a soundless rip, like reality being sliced apart. From it steps a towering, obsidian-furred beast, shaped like a monstrous wolf but far larger—standing upright like a man. His claws drip with shadows, his eyes a shifting storm of violet and black. Void energy clings to his body like living armor, constantly phasing in and out.

Zurrak's snarl is low and distorted, his voice deep and echoing as if coming from multiple places at once.

"...Master," he rasps, bowing on one knee. "I have heard your call… and returned."

Alix doesn't reply. He just gives a short nod and moves to the next.

He stares at Grathum Ironsurge's profile for a moment longer.

"He's a monster in siege warfare… loud, but reliable," Alix says, narrowing his eyes. "And right now, I need someone who can crush lines and tear down strongholds."

He swipes again.

[Confirm Revival? Grathum Ironsurge – 70,000,000 Gold]

"Confirm."

A heavy thud shakes the chamber. Then a second. A third. The air grows thick with heat, and the platform turns molten-red. A silhouette rises through it like a volcano giving birth to a god.

Grathum emerges, his hulking frame covered in cracked obsidian-like skin glowing with magma veins beneath. His arms are thicker than tree trunks, each carrying a massive hammer made from cooled lava and steel. Molten breath escapes from his flared nostrils.

He stomps forward and slams a fist across his chest. The flames respond to his motion, roaring upward behind him.

"RAAARGH—Finally! Back in the world of blood again!" he laughs. Then he spots Alix and grins with fiery tusks. "You brought me back, Your Majesty. I'll shatter anything you point at."

Alix doesn't smile—but his gaze hardens with intent.

"Good," he says. "I plan to."

Then, his eyes fall to the last choice. He already knows who it is.

"Virela," he murmurs.

For a moment, he hesitates. His hand hovers just above the confirmation sigil, suspended in silent tension.

"I want the others too," he admits softly. "Mahragul, Y'shava, even Serakka… any of them could change the course of this war."

But he draws a slow breath and lets it out.

"…But this trio will change it now."

His hand drops.

[Confirm Revival? Virela the Stormrend – 70,000,000 Gold]

"Confirm."

The moment he says it, the entire chamber responds—violently.

A deafening, high-pitched whine cuts through the air as wind suddenly explodes outward from the altar in a spiral. Runes are torn from their positions, swirling into the center like a storm's eye. Lightning forks between the crystals on the ceiling, and the glow of the altar shifts from red to a searing white.

Clouds condense from nothingness above the platform, spiraling into a miniature thunderhead that pulses with skyborne rage. A streak of azure lightning crashes downward into the center—and from the impact, a long, sinuous shape coils into view.

Virela the Stormrend descends.

Her body is sleek and massive, like a serpent forged from wind and storm. Feathers run along the length of her spine—pale silver at the tips, deep cobalt near the base—each one glowing faintly with raw current. Her wings stretch wide as she coils through the air above the altar: enormous, semi-transparent constructs of wind and light that shimmer like prismatic glass.

Virela lowers herself gently from the air, her wings folding in with graceful tension. Sparks drift around her like lazy fireflies, and the hum of the altar begins to fade.

The moment her serpentine form touches the ground, she bows her head low. Then—without hesitation—she coils into a kneeling posture, her chest near the floor, tail wrapped behind her in a disciplined spiral.

Alix steps forward, looking down at the three. Their auras storm, fire, and void, radiate like suns compressed into bodies. Yet, here they are, kneeling to him.

"…Raise, you three," Alix says quietly. "Welcome back."

The three rise in near-perfect unison, the synchronization born of ancient campaigns and countless blood-soaked victories.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," they say together, three distinct voices layered into a single statement of loyalty.

"I need your strength right now," he says, tone sharp and clear. "We're at war. A full-scale invasion."