In the brightly lit hall of the secret palace, Kent sat across from Madam Clark, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Madam Clark’s usually calm demeanor was tinged with worry, her gaze piercing as she prepared to reveal the truth.
“Kent, there’s something you must know about Simon, the son of Jason, the 9 Realms Association head.”
Kent leaned forward as he heard the name which is part of his mother’s tragic past.
“The 9 Realms Association has orchestrated a grand scheme, gathering 70,000 of the strongest disciples from across the realms. Together, they plan to form the Lotus Chakra Formation to manipulate the very essence of the blessed land.”
“The Lotus Chakra Formation?” Kent’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. “So, they intend to control the battlefield itself.”
“Exactly,” Madam Clark nodded, her expression grave. “It’s a formation that can give them an overwhelming advantage. They believe that by controlling the blessed land, they can ensure Simon’s victory, crushing anyone who dares to stand against them.”
“Now I see why Master Tang Zi mentioned that I’d have a chance to take revenge sooner than I thought,” he murmured. He looked up at his mother, a fierce resolve in his eyes.
“Mother, don’t worry. I’ll make sure Jason and his son regrets ever setting foot on this battlefield. The 9 Realms Association head, Jason, will pay for the sins he’s committed.”
Madam Clark’s expression softened as she looked at her son, pride mingling with concern. “I only hope for your win in this battle. At any cost, you must secure the war god’s inheritance.”
Kent nodded, understanding the gravity of her words. “I won’t fail, Mother. This is our chance to make them pay.”
As Aunt Eila informed about the beginning of Immortal Beast spirit gathering, Kent moved to hall where Fatty waiting and started getting ready for the war.
With a calm focus, Kent began to change into his warrior form. A set of war clothes adorned him after a quick use of spell.
Next, Kent picked the Divine Quiver, a gift from the consciousness of the Storm God Inheritance. It was already filled with divine Astras, painstakingly prepared by Kent during his stay at the Devil Mountain.
Next he picked the Elemental Bow which was prepared by Madam Clark.
Then Madam Clark personally chose an armor for Kent. “Anantha Maya Kavacha” [Infinite Illusion armor] a legendary illusion armor that had been personally brought by Madam Clark.
The Infinite Illusion Armor was no ordinary armor—it was designed to confuse and mislead his enemies. To anyone who attacked him, it would appear as though hundreds of Kents were on the battlefield, each one moving with identical speed and precision. It was the perfect defense, and one that would ensure he remained untouchable in the chaos of battle.
One by one, Kent began equipping himself with the remaining treasures. Each piece of treasure, every weapon, added to his already formidable presence. From head to toe, he was clad in divine gear, each item resonating with a unique power.
While he was preparing for war, the servants of the Clark family began placing all manner of enchanted weapons in the back of the chariot, ensuring that Kent would have every tool he needed at his disposal. Swords, spears, maces, shields—every conceivable weapon was there, each one a masterpiece of enchantment and deadly precision.
The chariot soon became a mobile arsenal, bristling with weapons and glowing with divine energy.
Kent, stepped on the chariot and signaled for Fatty to take the place of charioteer.
Fatty looked at Kent with a mixture of nervousness and fear. “Master, I… I don’t think you should choose me. This… This chariot deserves a divine rank charioteer.” Fatty muttered in a dazed state.
“Fatty, rest everything on me and just follow my commands. Do you forget your promise of Golden Root? Come on… This tree requires your support now.” Kent smiled faintly, a steely determination in his eyes.
After Madam Clark’s approval, Fatty adorned the charioteer seat. Kent commanded the throne spirit and gave control to Fatty. If this is a small war, Kent won’t need the help of Fatty as the chariot moves on Kent’s will. But during intense battle, Kent focus won’t be on chariot movement. That’s why he chose Fatty.
As Fatty held the magical ropes, the 32 divine beasts roared with loud cry. The ground shook and Fatty received unknown confidence from the beast before him.
Then, with a commanding gesture, Fatty urged the chariot forward. The thirty-two divine beasts roared in unison, their combined power shaking the very foundations of the palace as they began to move.
As the chariot surged forward, carrying Kent and Fatty toward their destiny, the air itself seemed to hum with anticipation.
The war drums outside had begun to beat once more, a reminder that the greatest battle of Kent’s life was about to begin.
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Meanwhile, the atmosphere around the War God Temple grew thick with tension. The skies above began to ripple with divine energy as the first phase of the lower order gods made their presence.
The Kinnera race, who have heads of beasts and the bodies of humans, appeared in the lower sky. Their voices, a haunting blend of beastly growls and melodic chants, filled the air as they began to sing ancient prayers for the War God.
As the divine energy intensified, the ground beneath the feet of the disciples turned into a magical field, pulsating with raw power.
“Ahhrrr…”
“No…”
“Help ME…”
“Ahhh…”
In the next instance loud dying cries filled the blessed land. Those who had deceitfully faked Grand Master Magus cultivation were suddenly engulfed in curse. Enjoy new chapters from empire
Their deceit was unforgivable in the eyes of the gods. One by one, they fell, their bodies crumbling to dust, leaving nothing but whispers of their existence in the wind. In mere moments, around a hundred disciples lay dead, their fates sealed by their own arrogance.
A piercing war siren suddenly rang out from the skies, its sound echoing across the blessed land and beyond. The shrill noise silenced the crowd, drawing every eye to the War God Temple.
The meaning of the siren was clear—no one with cultivation above the GrandMaster Magus stage could step onto the blessed land from now on. To do so would invite the wrath of the gods, a wrath that no mortal could survive.
