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The Sword Magus stepped forward, he reached into his spirit ring and pulled out two items. A crystal conch and a large leaf shaped like an elephant’s trunk. He held them out to Kent with both hands.
“These are ritual treasures from ancient times. This crystal conch calls upon the higher gods. Use it if you reach the statue of the War God at the time of divine blessing.”
Kent nodded, accepting the conch with reverence.
“And this leaf contains water from all the sacred seas. Use it to perform the ceremonial ritual at the War God’s statue during the divine blessing. I hope these treasures won’t be wasted in your hands.”Sword Magus explained, his tone serious.
Kent took the leaf with a respectful nod. He looked back at the Sword Magus with a serious face. “Thank you, Elder. I won’t let you down.”
“Go… Show them the might of the Blue Planet. Show them that we are not pushing doors.” Sword Magus spoke with a grim face.
With one final glance, Kent turned back toward the battlefield. With a quick hum from KEnt, Fatty relaxed the grip on magical ropes. Immediately, the 32 divine beasts rushed forward, heading straight for the heart of the blessed land.
Immediately Kent’s divine chariot rushed like a comet. The blessed land was already in chaos, with internal fighting breaking out among the sects of the Blue Planet.
Amidst this turmoil, the Demonic Tree Sect and the Celestial Sun Fire Sect, two of the most formidable groups on the Blue Planet, had joined forces, their eyes burning with malevolent intent as they spotted Kent’s approach.
The chariot, pulled by the divine beasts, rushed straight towards the central Lotus Chakra formation. The Demonic Tree Sect and the Celestial Sun Fire Sect, seeing Kent’s arrival as a challenge to their newfound alliance, decided to strike first. Their leaders, faces twisted with rage and greed, raised their hands to unleash their most powerful spells.
But before they could even complete their incantations, Kent unleashed his arrows. A barrage of Origin Nirvanic flame arrows rained down upon them. Read latest chapters at empire
“Ahhh…”
“Help… Help…”
“Nooo… Nooo… Ahhh…” The Nirvanic flame arrows werre so pure and destructive that it turned the two sect-disciples into screaming figures.
Shrieks of horror filled the air as the members of the two sects were consumed by the flames. The once formidable alliance crumbled in an instant, their arrogance and malice reduced to ashes in the face of Kent’s overwhelming power.
The Nirvanic Origin Flame left nothing but charred remains. Within seconds, a clear, free path formed before Kent’s chariot, leading directly toward the Lotus Chakra Formation.
The onlookers, who booed Kent moments ago, now watched in stunned silence. The path that had been forged by Kent’s power was like a corridor of light amidst the darkness of the battlefield. And at the end of that corridor stood Simon, the son of the 9 Realms Association head, staring at Kent with a mixture of shock and dread.
Simon’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched Kent’s approach. The 32 divine beasts chariot made Simon’s own chariot seem like a mere toy in comparison. A surge of anger, frustration, and envy coursed through him, twisting his features into a mask of rage.
“How dare he!” Simon muttered through gritted teeth, his fists clenching in fury. Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Simon lifted the crystal conch and blew into it twice, the sound echoing across the battlefield.
The signal was clear. Every fighter under Simon’s command knew what it meant. As the shrill notes of the conch faded, Simon’s voice rang out, filled with venom and desperation.
“Kill that idiot if he dares to approach the formation!” Simon shouted with all the force he could muster.
The calm and composed Simon, known for his strategic mind and cold demeanor, had lost his cool. His eyes locked onto Kent, and in that moment, all he could see was a rival who threatened to overshadow him completely. His anger and fear boiled over, and he could no longer hide the turmoil raging within him.
The outer layers of the formation, where the most powerful fighters from the other realms had positioned themselves, stood with anticipation.
They had been waiting for this moment, their hands already itching to unleash their most devastating spells. As the conch’s signal and Simon’s command reached them, their faces glowed with excitement.
Kent was their chance to prove themselves. To get the inheritance of beast spirits, they need to kill a formidable opponent. Kent is the perfect target for them.
They began to gather their energies, the air around them crackling with power. Spells roared to life, shadows coiled like serpents, and bolts of lightning crackled in the sky. The atmosphere grew heavy with the anticipation of the impending onslaught, the very ground trembling under the weight of the combined might of the realms.
All the onlookers were eagerly waiting to see whther Kent can break the formation or not. To enter inside the Lotus Chakra formation, one need to target the strong point of formation. That is, the gaurdian beasts who were protecting the formation.
Kent stood tall on his chariot, his gaze locked onto the seemingly indestructible Lotus Chakra Formation. The glowing runes and Yantra’s were a testament to its power, but Kent’s mind was already racing, plotting a path through the layers of defenses.
“Fatty, circle the chariot around the formation at each layer. Every time my feet touch your shoulder, use the gap to penetrate the formation rings. Understand?” Kent asked while pulling the bow string.
The excited Fatty, who controlled the chariot with an iron grip on the magical reins, nodded vigorously. “Yes, Master!” he shouted while unleashing full speed and cganing the angle of Chariot path.
With a wave of the magical ropes, the divine beasts pulling the chariot surged forward, their powerful hooves thundering against the ground. Fatty’s excited cry echoed across the battlefield as the chariot picked up speed, becoming a blur of golden light.
Kent’s eyes narrowed as he visualized the path ahead, his mind mapping out every possible move. The commanders of the first layer of defense, seeing the chariot approach, barked out orders to their troops.
“Ready… Everyone… On your line… Attack!” The first layer commander, a warrior from the Second Realm, shouted. The troops under his command moved into position, their spells ready to unleash.
“Anatha Maya Kavach Brama” [Infinite Illusion Armor Mirage]
But just as the first volley of spells was about to be fired, something extraordinary happened. Kent, standing on his chariot, suddenly multiplied into thousands of beings. The entire chariot was filled with identical images of Kent, each one a perfect copy, each one just as real as the original.
“What’s this?!”
“Alert… Alert… Alert…”
“Do not let him enter the formation!”
The panic spread through the ranks like wildfire as the commanders of each layer tried to make sense of the sudden influx of Kent’s duplicates. Confusion etched itself into the faces of the forces arrayed against him, their minds struggling to comprehend the illusion before them.
“Hmmh… fools’ tricks,” sneered the first layer commander, unimpressed by what he thought was a simple deception. He spat on the ground in disdain and commanded his troops to unleash their spells all over the chariot.
The air filled with fireballs, lightning bolts, and torrents of dark energy were hurled toward the approaching chariot.
But before the spells could reach their targets, the sky above them darkened ominously. The air grew thick and heavy, and a powerful wind began to howl, whipping through the battlefield with an unnatural force.
The very atmosphere seemed to tremble as the image of an enormous octopus with ten tentacles appeared on the top flag of Kent’s chariot, its glowing eyes casting an eerie light over the scene. This was the blessed flag given by Sword Magus before hand to Madam Clark.
“Maha Pralaya Vilaya Vilapa Share” [Great Tribulation Sorrow-Breaking Arrow]
Kent’s voice, low and filled with ancient power, rang out across the battlefield.
He pulled back on the bowstring, a brilliant arrow of condensed lightning forming between his fingers. The energy crackled with barely contained fury, and as Kent released the arrow, it flew with terrifying speed, a streak of pure power aimed directly at the first layer’s guardian beast—a mammoth-sized Wild Tooth Elephant, its massive frame towering over the battlefield.
The moment the arrow struck, the sky split open with a deafening crack, and a blinding flash of red light erupted. The elephant, a creature of immense strength and power, was frozen in place as the arrow’s energy surged through its body.
A heartbeat later, the beast fell, reduced to nothing but a shadow of smoke and scorched meat.
Before anyone could realize what had happened, Kent and his chariot streaked past the first layer of defenses like a bolt of lightning. The troops stationed there didn’t even have time to react as the chariot tore through their ranks, the divine beasts pulling it moving faster than the eye could follow.
“Impossible!”
