The battlefield was full of chaos. Blood, mana, and fire filled the air as the Stick and Doom families clashed in a frenzied battle near the gates of the War Ground of the Gods.
Amidst the clashing weapons and desperate cries, the Frost family stood untouched, their army perfectly aligned in a Heavenly-Peach formation.
Meanwhile, At the forefront of Frost army, Kent stood like an unyielding spear tip, his Dragon Lion Bow glowing faintly in his grip.
Far above on royal family spectators’ stands, King Ragnar watched with great excitement. The appearance of Kent, wiped all his worries. Suddenly, King Ragnar rose from his seat and pulled a glittering ring from his finger and handed it to his servant.
“Take this. Bet everything inside on the Frost family’s victory. And add all your savings while you’re at it! This is the time for doubling all your wealth.” Ragnar commanded, his voice booming with anticipation.
The servant hesitated for a moment, his jaw slack in disbelief. “But, Your Majesty—”
“No buts! Go!” Ragnar barked, his voice like thunder.
The servants nodded quickly and bolted, a grin forming on their face as they made their way to the betting grounds. Maxwell turned and gave a mocking look to his uncle Ragnar. He is really confident of the stick family as he supplied them with explosive artillery.
The other noble spectators began murmuring among themselves.
“Has Ragnar gone mad?” one nobleman whispered.
“No, Look at his face. He knows exactly what’s about to happen.” Another replied, his eyes narrowing.
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Kent raised his hand, signalling his soldiers to ready themselves.
“Raise your weapons! Focus on movement and defence. Leave the offence to me.” he commanded, his voice booming through the chaos of battle.
The Frost army moved with mechanical precision, forming two unbreakable lines of shield walls in needle formation.
Standing tall at the front of the formation, Kent’s voice rang out loudly, invoking an ancient inheritance spell arrow.
“Agni Jwala Maha Teja Rudra Pralaya Vilaya Tandavam!” [Radiant Fire, Supreme brilliance, Godly destruction of annihilation dance]
The Dragon Lion Bow made a loud cry, a glowing arrow of pure fire forming at its string. The light from the arrow was so intense it illuminated the battlefield, causing soldiers from both the Stick and Doom families to momentarily pause in confusion.
The Doom family commander scoffed, his laughter booming across the field. “What’s this? A single man thinks he can stop an army with an arrow? Pathetic.”
But the LIN family prince, Scott Lin, wasn’t laughing. His face went pale as the fiery energy grew more intense, crackling with raw power. “That’s no ordinary spell, Everyone, attack that arrow spell! Don’t let it hit the formation!”
But Scott was fighting along with the Stick family and they only listen to Princess Sony’s command. The fight continued between Stick family and Doom family as they underestimated Kent’s arrow.
With a deafening roar, Kent released the arrow. It rushed straight, creating a path towards the gates of war ground.
The arrow exploded directly before the Stick family, who were blocking tha path.
A wave of nirvanic flames began consuming everything in its radius. Soldiers screamed as the firestorm spread, forcing the Stick and Doom family forces to retreat in panic. The battlefield trembled as the explosion echoed across the land.
Far above, Ragnar let out a triumphant laugh. “Magnificent!”
Kent changed the bow position and held it horizontally before him.
“Chuk…chuk…chuk…”
Like a chariot wheel, his hand moved in a blur. Thousands of arrows rained down on the army of mages who stood in the path.
He is directly picking the powerful arrows from the divine quiver and releasing them nonstop. While opponents need to channel their mana and cast spells, Kent directly releases already prepared spell arrows.
The Frost army began their advance, their formation cutting through the chaos like a knife through butter. Their shields glimmered under the fiery light, and before them, Kent stood like a deity.
The spectators began chanting Kent’s name, their voices a rising tide of morale.
“Lord Kent! Lord Kent!”
Drawing another arrow from his quiver, Kent’s hands moved in a blur as he fired a rapid barrage of arrows.
“Shara Parampara Sahasrani Pralaya Varsha!” [Arrow rain Of Destruction]
The arrows multiplied mid-flight, transforming into a rain of fiery needles. The oncoming arrows obliterated anyone in their path, leaving a trail of devastation that sent both the Stick and Doom family commanders into a frenzy.
“Stop them! Stop them now!” Joon Doom screamed, his voice laced with desperation. But his cries fell on deaf ears as his soldiers were too busy fighting for their lives or running in terror.
Meanwhile, the Stick family commanders scrambled to activate their war golems. The towering machines came to life with a deep rumble, their glass orbs glowing fiercely. Flames erupted from the golems’ mouths, a fiery blizzard hurtling toward the Frost army.
Kent smirked, his bow glowing with another spell.
“Garuda-Gamana Vayu-Vega Maha-Chakra Pralayam!” [Arrow of Whirlwind destruction]
A whirlwind erupted from his arrow, spiralling through the battlefield and misdirecting the golems’ attack back in retreat. The redirected fireballs exploded directly on Stick family army, clearing the path for the Frost army’s relentless advance.
Kent’s eyes locked on the gates of the War Ground of the Gods. They were still tightly shut, their massive earth iron bars gleaming ominously. The chaos behind him didn’t matter now as he focused only on advance.
Drawing his most powerful arrow yet, Kent whispered, “Pralaya Vilaya Mahakrodha Sharam.” [Arrow of destructive Wrath]
The air around him grew heavy, crackling with energy as he released the arrow. The spell transformed mid-flight into a tidal wave of red energy, crashing into the gates with a deafening roar. The gates groaned under the immense force, their iron structure splitting before finally collapsing in a thunderous explosion.
Silence fell over the battlefield as every eye turned to the shattered gates.
“He did it,” someone whispered in disbelief.
“The gates… they’re broken,” another murmured.
From his vantage point, King Ragnar erupted into laughter. “No one can stop him now!”
Without wasting a moment, Kent led his army through the broken gates. Their needle formation was still intact, and their advance was as precise as ever. The Stick family scrambled to recover, their commanders shouting orders to their remaining forces.
“Follow them!” Sony Stick roared. “We can’t let them take the War Ground!”
Behind her, the Doom family and other rival factions, unwilling to be left out, began surging toward the gates as well. Chaos reigned as families tripped over each other to claim their place in the War Ground of the Gods.
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Kent, however, didn’t look back. Since the start, the needle formation didn’t stop for a second. Loud excited cries filled among the spectators as an aurora screen lit up the skies and displayed the situation inside the war ground of gods. The betting ratios suddenly changed, favouring the Frost family.
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