Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 139: Queen of Krivos [3]

[Royal Palace - Other side.]

His body falling down alerted the army.

"It’s King Akamir."

The moment he landed, the army immediately shifted.

Dust rose from the ground as boots shifted, forming clean lines and steady ranks. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Four separate branches of Lucien’s elite guards stood ready, each one made up of twenty-four fully armored soldiers.

Akamir stood alone in front of them.

His coat fluttered slightly as the breeze passed, as he stretched his hand.

The effect of Blue Core mana remained clear as he could clearly feel the mana around him.

Ahead of him, ninety-six men, armed with swords and shields, blocked the path.

Yet....

The army didn’t seem much of a threat to him.

’Alright, I should get this over with.’

One of the soldiers stepped forward from the front line, his voice loud and commanding.

"Halt! By order of the crown prince, you are forbidden to advance any further. Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

Akamir tilted his head slightly, though he didn’t reply.

He just began to walk towards them.

Another stepped forward. "This is treason. Step back, and you won’t be harmed."

He stretched his arms slightly, flexing his fingers.

"I will only say this once." Akamir said. "Get out while you can."

None of them moved, which he expected from before.

Akamir took a single step forward.

The front line of soldiers raised their shields.

"There is no point in talking." Nayomi mumbled, floating closely. "Just do it."

Akamir shrugged as he moved.

In an instant, Akamir closed the distance.

Raising his hand, he grabbed his sword as he jumped up.

A pulse of gravity surged around him as he leapt forward, the pressure snapping the air.

His sword flashed out, cutting through the space between them with terrifying speed.

One soldier blocked the strike with his shield—only for the entire shield to bend inward, the force behind it far more than human.

The soldier fell backward with a gasp.

Before the others could react, lightning arced from Akamir’s palm, moving across the line, jolting through armor.

"ARGHH!!!"

"Help!"

"URGH!!"

Screams rose as Akamir rushed past them.

Several dropped their weapons, twitching as the current passed.

More moved in to surround him.

Akamir spun, kicking up a wall of dust with a burst of wind.

His foot slammed into the earth, and a tremor followed, disrupting the soldiers’ formation.

Throwing his sword up, he grabbed one of them and kneed his face.

The soldier’s face bent inward, and before he could register pain, his body was thrown at his partner.

A blast of water erupted from one of the soldiers that he easily dodged.

Another came at him from the right, swinging a heavy blade downward.

Akamir caught it with his own, sparks flying as metal met metal.

The soldier growled, pushing hard.

"You can still stop this!" he shouted.

Akamir pushed back, snapping the soldier’s grip and slamming a knee into his gut. "And let Lucien win? Not happening."

Arrows rained from the backline.

Akamir glanced up, then raised his hand.

A field of compressed gravity swirled into place, pulling the arrows down mid-flight.

They fell harmlessly to the ground.

"Keep firing!" someone shouted. "He can’t block forever!"

’I disagree with that one, man.’

With a flick of his wrist, he redirected the arrows.

Gravity reversed, and the same arrows shot backward, piercing through the shoulders and legs of the archers who’d fired them.

One soldier rushed in, faster than the others.

His armor was engraved, likely a captain.

His shield crashed into Akamir’s side, but the young man absorbed the blow, skidding back only a few feet.

Akamir exhaled and dropped low, palm pressed against the ground.

A tremor followed, and a pillar of earth shot up under the captain, launching him skyward.

"You’re a monster," another soldier growled, swinging at him from behind.

Akamir ducked, turned, and slammed the hilt of his sword into the man’s throat.

The soldier dropped without a sound.

The field was chaos now.

One branch had fallen entirely.

The others were regrouping, forming tighter walls of shields.

Their discipline was admirable, but Akamir wasn’t interested in a fair fight.

He jumped high, twisting mid-air as he gathered mana into his hand.

A sharp blast of lightning burst forth as he landed, electrocuting several legs and making the soldiers stumble.

They ran at him in pairs now, trying to take him with cooperation.

It almost worked once.

One slashed while another lunged.

Akamir stepped aside, let one pass, and struck the other down.

He threw a punch into the gut of the first, then hit him with a burst of air that launched him across the field.

Another arrow struck his side.

It glanced off the layer of wind-formed armor he had wrapped around his torso.

They were trying.

And he gave them credit for it.

But it wouldn’t be enough.

A soldier tried to crawl away, his leg twisted from a broken strike.

"You... You don’t have to do this," he muttered.

Akamir walked past him.

"I already did."

He charged into the final line.

Fire burst across the field as he sent flames snaking through gaps in the formation.

The grass scorched beneath their feet.

It was over within minutes.

The last man tried to stand, a trembling sword in his hand.

Akamir knocked it away with a flick of his finger, then struck him in the chest with a palm, sending him into unconsciousness.

Silence followed.

The battlefield was filled with the groans of the wounded and the stillness of the dead.

Akamir stood in the center, chest rising and falling, his face calm.

He wiped the blood off his sword and sheathed it.

Taking out a smoke signal, he ignited it.

Red smoke began to rise up in the sky as he threw it.

Then, without a word, he walked toward the palace.

The gates loomed ahead, and he didn’t pause as he passed through them.

The guards inside scrambled back, unsure of whether to stop him or salute him.

They chose neither.

He walked inside like he belonged there.

Because he did.

Akamir stretched his body as he walked further inside the place.

"Where are you going now?" Nayomi asked, floating beside him.

"To the king." Akamir said, his voice calm. "We need him."

The best way to make Inara the new Queen was for the former king to acknowledge her.

Even though there was a slim chance that Aldirc will do it, Akamir was going to try it.

’It is far better this way.’

With the king’s help, they can easily make sure there are no more problems later on.

’But....’

Akamir wasn’t sure if they can convince him.

The deeper Akamir walked, the quieter it got.

The sounds of the battle behind him faded into nothing.

Only the soft hum of torches along the stone walls remained.

The king’s chamber was just ahead.

The two guards posted outside noticed him, straightened, then quickly looked to each other.

"Open the door," Akamir said, calm and firm.

One of the guards hesitated. The other reached for the handle.

"You’re not permitted—"

Akamir turned his gaze toward the speaker.

He immediately opened the door without any delay.

Akamir walked inside the room only to find King Aldirc on his bed.

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[At the front of the Royal Palace.]

Inara stood at the forefront of the army as she looked at what Lucien has done.

The entire garden of the palace was crushed down, replaced by the army.

Lucien had turned the front of the palace into a fortress.

She used to love the place when she was a little kid.

Now...

It was all turned into a muddy field.

She drew in a deep breath as she took a step back.

Behind her, her own forces waited.

They were fewer in number, but loyal.

More than that, they believed in her.

She stepped forward, scanning the palace gates.

"This isn’t how it was meant to be," she said quietly.

Beside her, her personal knight Maria shifted, hand resting near her sword. "We can still take it back."

Inara nodded. "We will."

She could see movement at the top of the palace steps.

Lucien’s banners fluttered, bold and arrogant.

A messenger walked forward toward her side of the field, holding a scroll.

Inara didn’t flinch. She waited until the man arrived and unrolled it.

His voice was loud enough for all to hear.

"By command of the Crown Prince Lucien, daughter of Aldirc and traitor to the royal name, Inara is hereby stripped of all rights to succession and declared an enemy of the state."

The man looked up, nervous, but continued.

"All those who stand by her will be treated as rebels. Lay down your weapons now, and you will be granted mercy. Resist, and you will be dealt with accordingly."

Silence followed.

The army behind Inara didn’t move.

She stepped forward.

Her voice was steady and calm, but it carried.

"I am no traitor. I am the rightful heir."

Inara raised her hand, her voice booming within the palace.

"I will give you one chance, Lucien. Step down."

There was no reply, but the soldiers immediately began to ready for the charge.

Inara drew in a deep breath as she looked at Lucien’s army.

’I hope what you said is true.’ She thought, feeling a chill down her spine.

Then, her gaze landed on the window of the palace.

Lucien stood there, glaring at her like she was his archenemy.

And just over the palace was the red smoke.

Inara smiled as she raised her hand.

"Get ready!" Her voice boomed.

"We are taking back what’s ours! Now!"

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