Slowly the golden glow died down revealing a well built young man standing like a tyrant on the dragon back.
“Ahhhrrrr…”
A deafening roar shook the skies, its resonance tearing through the hearts of every being present. The golden dragon stared at the battlefield, its form so divine that even the strongest of warriors trembled in awe. The very sky seemed to darken in reverence, as if bowing to the arrival of a true god of war.
The 9 Realms Army, once chanting their victory cries, fell into stunned silence. The dragon’s cry left them in a fearful state. Thousands dropped their weapons, their bodies unable to bear the weight of fear. Some collapsed on their knees, clutching their chests, their hearts unable to endure the divine cry of ancient dragon.
Jason Mama’s face drained of color. His eyes widened in horror as he stared at the figure standing on the golden dragon’s head.
The sight of one man standing on top of a mighty dragon changed the situation in mere seconds.
“The Dragon Master is here… We are saved.” Several wounded soldiers cried out with rare laughter.
Kent.
Adorned in golden divine armor, glowing with the radiance of a celestial being, he stood like a god of war reborn. His presence alone was enough to crush the spirits of those who dared stand against. But what truly sent shivers down their spines was the bow in his hands—
The Ancient Dragon Lion Bow.
Two beast heads, one of a dragon and one of a lion, came to life, roaring from both ends of the bow. Their mighty roars echoed across the battlefield, shaking the earth and the heavens alike.
Ryon Lionheart, the emperor who had witnessed countless wars, felt his knees go weak. He stumbled back, nearly collapsing.
“This… This is impossible…” he muttered, barely believing his own words.
Even Jason Mama, the ever-cunning, ever-powerful head of the 9 Realms Association, stood frozen. The very man they had cast aside, the boy they had dismissed as a mere insect who was already dead, now stood before them as the bringer of their doom.
A wave of shock and awe rippled through the entire 9 Realms Army. Many of them, who had never even heard of Kent, stared at him in worship.
“Is he… a god?”
“Has a celestial being descended?”
“Are we fighting against a divine warrior?”
The fear in their voices was unmistakable.
On the battlefield, lying in a pool of blood, Supreme Sword Magus Elarin gasped as he raised his head weakly. His vision blurred, but through his fading consciousness, he saw the divine figure in golden armor.
“Ke… Kent…” he breathed out, unsure if his mind was playing tricks on him.
A deep, resounding voice responded.
“Rest well, Sword Master. You have my respect.”
Elarin let out a long breath. For the first time, in all his battles, he felt relief.
Madam Clark, battered and bruised, looked up at the son she had entrusted her dreams to. Her heart swelled with both pride and worry.
“Kent… can you handle this?” she asked, her voice weak yet filled with unwavering trust.
Kent did not answer immediately. He only turned his head slightly, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. A slight smirk played on his lips.
Then, without another word, he turned the bow in his hands horizontally.
A blinding golden glow erupted from the bow, its divine energy illuminating the entire battlefield. Then—
SWOOSH!
Kent unleashed the dragon into the sky, his form a golden streak of light. The dragon roared and circled the battlefield, its massive wings spreading hurricane-like winds across the land.
“FIRE!” Jason Mama screamed, but it was too late.
Kent rained down thousands of golden arrows at once.
Each arrow found its mark, piercing through armor, flesh, and bone like they were nothing but air. The first ten thousand soldiers fell in an instant, their bodies crumbling to the ground.
The mighty Rotating Pagoda, the ultimate weapon of the 9 Realms Army, stood tall—but not for long. Kent summoned a divine spear, infused it with the flames of Nirvana, and hurled it with the force of a meteor.
BOOOOOOOM!
The pagoda shattered into pieces, its once-dominant energy dispersing into the wind like dust. The explosion took a unit of the forbidden army with it.
Kent raised the bow above his head and released the Storm god Inheritance Asthra. Soon the skies filled with thick black clouds.
The battlefield turned dark, almost like a night as the light was consumed by the Nirvanic Clouds.
No one could see anything. Not even the person beside them.
But one thing remained visible—
The occasional glow of Kent’s golden arrows.
Jason Mama stumbled in panic, pushing past his own soldiers. His only thought was to escape.
Within ten minutes, large craters formed in the battlefield, and a million soldiers fell dead. Only Kent was fighting against the entire army.
From the other side of the battlefield, a deafening cry echoed.
A massive mountain-sized elephant charged forward, its rider, Fatty Ben laughing like thunder. Fatty Ben is holding a long spring-like weapon in hand and shouting in great excitement.
As the battlefield descended into chaos, Fatty Ben raised his arms and let out a booming chant, his voice filled with power and devotion—
[The Mighty Hymn of Kent]
“The mighty Bhima of battles!
His strength shatters mountains, his wrath shakes the skies!
The master of all beings, protector of the weak!
His golden arrows light up the heavens, divine justice in his grip!
Who dares question my master’s might?
Who can stand before my master’s fury?
Not gods, not demons, nor the warriors of the 9 realms!
With each strike, he carves destiny, with each step, he commands the stars!
Hear! The drums of war echo with my master name!
The roar of the dragon sings his praises!
My Master, Kent Clark, the Dragon Lord, the Supreme Warrior—
All bow before his unstoppable might!”
The chant resounded across the battlefield, raising the spirits of the sworn wizards.
They found strength in their Lord.
Their morale soared.
The 9-Realms-Army?
They lost all hope.
One man.
One bow.
One dragon.
In mere minutes, he changed the tide of war.
Jason Mama, trembling in disbelief, watched as the battlefield burned under Kent’s might.
His lips quivered. This was not war. This was annihilation.
He turned to his soldiers and roared, “RETREAT!”
But there was no escape.
Kent wasn’t done yet.
The Dragon Lord had only just begun.
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