Simon frantically thought for a plan to save his troops from poison. With each passing second more and more fighters fell on the battle field.
Even though Simon covered himself in space distortion, without army, it would be a day dream for him to get war god inheritance. With an impatient look, Simon stared at Kent face. All he saw was a face covered under mask. Even though he can see all features, the actual face of Kent is covered under the beast veil mask.
Finally, Simon decided to use the ultimate charm he hid from decades. He reached into spirit ring and pulled out a small, finger-sized pagoda. He got this during inheritance of Space God. It is a one time usable item which can creat a powerful spatial barrier.
The pagoda was an ancient artifact, its surface etched with arcane symbols that pulsed with a faint golden glow. Clutching the pagoda tightly, Simon began muttering an incantation under his breath.
“Antariksa Mandira Ksetra Prakara Ananta Raksana Rupa” [Sky Temple Domain Convergence Infinite Space Protection Form].
As the incantation flowed from his lips, the pagoda’s golden glow intensified, and the ancient symbols inscribed on it flared to life. Suddenly, the pagoda began to expand, growing rapidly until it was no longer a tiny relic but a towering structure.
The space around it warped and twisted as the pagoda unleashed its true power, expanding into a vast domain that enveloped the inner three layers of the Black Lotus Formation. The space domain shimmered with ethereal light, its borders stretching out to protect those within.
Simon tactically enclosed the war god temple.
“Everyone, gather around. There is no time. Hurry!” Simon shouted loudly, bringing back the troops into war mindset.
Inside the newly formed domain, Simon’s forces gathered, their fear momentarily quelled by the sight of their leader’s powerful artifact.
The 7th Realm archers, 2nd Realm sorcerers, 8th Realm illusion mages, and 9th Realm body fighters, in total 13,000 survived inside. Though they had narrowly escaped the deadly poison, they were far from safe. Yet within the confines of the pagoda’s domain, they felt a flicker of hope rekindled.
Simon wasted no time. He began organizing the survivors into a new formation, his mind working furiously to devise a strategy that could stand against Kent’s overwhelming power.
“Form into Trigonal Formation!” he commanded, his voice ringing with authority. “Archers, stand on my back! Sorcerers and illusion mages, stand either side on me and prepare your spells! Body fighters, stand in the front and crear a defense line!”
The disciples moved with precision, driven by the urgency in Simon’s voice. The archers formed a wall behind Simon, their bows drawn and ready.
The sorcerers and illusion mages stood on either side and began chanting, weaving their spells into a complex web of illusions and destructive energy.
The body fighters stood in the front as mountain cap, ready to clash with Kent if he breach the domain.
Simon who thought Kent would be helpless without a powerful bow, felt relaxed for the time being. But still he is taking out al the treasures to confront Kent.
Meanwhile, outside the pagoda’s domain, Kent stood on his majestic throne, his eyes locked onto the shimmering barrier that separated him from his enemies. Pile of dead bodies lay between him and the pagoda barrier.
Kent could feel the immense power radiating from the pagoda domain, a power that sought to challenge him and everything he have.
In the skies above, the chanting of the gods grew louder, a rhythmic cadence that echoed across the battlefield. The time for the Blessing was drawing near, a celestial event that could tip the scales of the battle. The gods, their voices a chorus of divine authority, watched intently, their eyes fixed on the unfolding drama below.
Kent knew that the final showdown was at hand. It was no longer a battle between individuals; it was now a confrontation between him and the 13,000 disciples of the other realms, led by the cunning and desperate Simon.
The onlookers were staging at the translucent, hazy barrier which enclosed the other realm disciples. Everyone were thinking that Kent would find a new bow before advancing. But, no one expected that the real drama was about to start.
In a long distance away, from the top of a palace, Lily staring at Kent curiously. Beside her Thea stood with tense look.
“What do you say now, sister? Do you really think anyone can stop Simon from getting war god inheritance?” Lily asked with a proud smile.
“It’s not over yet. Also, don’t forget your promise. If that arch-mage named Kent, really stopped Simon, you must accept him as husband. I mean fake husband.” Thea replied with serious face,
Your journey continues with empire
Lily shook her head with a slight smile. “Let’s see, if he really do that, I won’t mind taking him as real husband.” Lily spoke teasingly.
Meanwhile on the battlefield…
With a deep breath, Kent rose from his throne, his eyes fixed on the pagoda barrier. He had faced overwhelming odds before, but this was different. This was a battle not just for survival, but for dominance, for the right to stand unchallenged against the might of multiple realms.
While slowly walking down the 32 steps of golden throne, Kent began taking out all the treasures, shields, arm guards, protection equipment from his body.
“What the hell is he doing?”
“Is he giving up?”
“God… he lost his mind!”
The onlookers stared in disbelief as they counmd’t understand why Kent discarding his safety armors.
“Look at his body!!!”
“No… No… No…!”
“How is this possible! He… He is… He is a Physical mage… God, is he really human!”
Surprise evident all over the blessed land. Even some lower gods were staring at Kent with wide open mouths.
Lily almost lost her grip on the wine glass after seeing the perfect enchanting male body of Kent.
Every single female in the battle field were staring at Kent with drooling face.
Thankfully, the beast veil mask covered Kent-face.